Soichiro Irons

Carnival Girl Fuck

Adrian had just about had enough of the stupid carnival.

He’d already been once, and only once, with some of his coworkers. They’d promised him that the ladies would be crawling all over the stupid place; he’d be ‘unable to fend them off’. It had been a crock of shit, of course — the only girls that had been there were either middle-aged redneck grandmothers or seven year old girls.

The closest he’d gotten had been some light flirting with a hot young thing over a glass of warm beer — which then proceeded to be poured onto his head by her hulking possessive boyfriend, whom she’d failed to mention throughout their conversation.

Needless to say, he hadn’t been too excited about his brother’s request to take him and his daughter there on one of his precious days off of work. His license had been suspended, and his ex-wife was out of town for the weekend. It would be his daughter’s only chance to see the carnival before the end of summer break, and they had literally no other way to get there without him.

After much persuasion and a little begging, Adrian reluctantly gave the okay — what were uncles for, after all? Besides, he needed a change of pace. His on-again, off-again girlfriend Charisse had dumped him once more…blaming him for all the faults of life, as usual.

For the most part, he was tired of dealing with her altogether — but it was hard to argue with her when her tits were rubbing against his chin. She may have been a bitch, but damned if she didn’t fuck like a tigress.

Until she came back around again, though, he needed a change of scenery…and so he found himself at the carnival once more. It really wasn’t that bad of a place, he decided; there were a lot of decent rides, including an enormous Ferris wheel and several rickety rollercoasters.

That wasn’t to mention the countless smaller venues they had crammed into the tiny area. Were it not for Charisse and the sour mood she’d invoked in him, he might have found the place kind of fun.

After walking around a bit, however, Adrian realized that the atmosphere had changed since the last time he’d walked the midway. Where before the place had been overrun with kids and their grandparents, now there was an overwhelming college crowd that had taken over the place.

He had felt like he’d been invading an old folks home before; now all he could see were girls that barely passed for eighteen bouncing all over the place, collecting huge teddy bears from their young jock boyfriends.

Adrian felt a little out of place. He wasn’t too old for this crowd yet, but he was getting there. At least he almost looked like some of the seniors. At twenty-four, he had managed to keep himself in pretty decent shape. Most people wouldn’t consider him ‘built’, per say, but he’d spent enough time at the gym to stay slim and even pack on some muscle.

He’d had his fair share of lovers, but — with the exception of Charisse — he hadn’t managed to keep any of them for more than a handful of dates. He wasn’t sure why, though that had never bothered him all that much…he enjoyed the variety.

Well, being surrounded by hot, perky teenagers certainly wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon. He saw a few lookers and got excited, only to discover them uninterested or taken one way or another.

After about an hour of this disappointment, he was about ready to drag his brother and niece back to the car so that he could get the hell out of there — until he noticed her. She was leaning against the wall of the Hall of Mirrors, casually picking at a wad of cotton candy.

Short, black hair with faded crimson streaks stopped at her chin. She was dressed in black jeans and a white tank-top that revealed the slightest bit of smooth, creamy midriff. There was a piercing in her right eyebrow, but no others that Adrian could see from a distance. Her breasts seemed to swell against the tight shirt.

Her eyes shot up at him then, and he saw her piercing gaze for the first time. They were deep blue, the color of the sky — and they were intense. She gazed at him curiously for a moment before dumping the nearly-empty bag of cotton candy into the trash can and taking a few brisk steps in his direction.

“See anything you like?” the girl said. Her voice was low and sensual.

Adrian was a little taken aback by her boldness, but he kept his expression neutral. “That all depends, doesn’t it?”

“On what?”

“On whether or not who I’m looking at is interested.”

“She just might be.” She smirked at him and placed her hands behind her head, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her shirt inched up and down with each bob.

“More or less available, anyways. I technically have a boyfriend, but he’s a dick — he didn’t want to go to the carnival with me today. Too busy playing shooter-games with his online friends than spend time with his so-called girlfriend.”

“He sounds like a real charmer,” Adrian replied, though his attention was mostly focused on the slow, rhythmic movement of her shirt.

“He’s a dick,” she repeated. “Fuck him — not that he’d be interested in that activity. Trust me, I’ve been trying for a while now. What about yourself, Bright Eyes? Why are you here all by your lonesome?”

Thinking back to Charisse, he shrugged. “We’re broken up again. She’s mad at me for some stupid crap that’s not my fault, and we’re not really speaking to each other.”

“Her loss,” the girl went on with a smirk. She held out her hand. “Serena.”

He shook it. “Adrian.”

“You wanna hang out?” she asked, flashing a wide smile. He noticed as she spoke that her tongue was pierced as well. The metal bulb glinted against the midday sun.

“Sure,” he replied, feeling truly hopeful for the first time since getting out of his car. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Serena replied, putting a finger to her mouth in mock concentration, “the first thing that needs to happen is you winning me one of those huge bears that all those other bitches got from their men. If this is going to be a proper date at the carnival, we need to do it right.”

They walked to where the games of chance were lined up in a row. There were ring tosses, basketball throws and milk can toppling games, but Serena walked past them all without a second glance. She stopped at the shooting gallery, where a shifty looking carnie was cat-calling to whoever walked past.

“That one,” she said, pointing to a light brown bear that was nearly as big as she was. He had no idea what she planned to do with the thing, assuming that he won it at all.

“Well, hotshot?” the carnie asked Adrian. “Try the luck, shoot the ducks. Get your pretty lady a prize — all the other boys have one so far.”

The game didn’t look all that complicated. Small, yellow ducks traveled down a fake pond on a blue conveyer belt, and the challenger was supposed to shoot them down with a pellet rifle. According to the sign above the stall, the largest prize required five hits in a row without missing.

Adrian forked over some cash and took the weapon off of the table, flashing a cocky smile at the carnie as he did so. The ducks were easy targets — his dad had been taking him hunting several times a year since he was six. He knocked seven of the plastic birds off of the belt before the carnie stopped him with a grunt.

“You already won the bear, chief. Stop knocking over the damn ducks; I have to pick all that shit up again.”

The man half-threw the enormous teddy bear at him, and Serena smiled broadly when he handed it over to her. Despite its size, she had no trouble holding onto it. She was obviously stronger than he’d given her credit for.

“You’re a good shot,” she remarked, stroking the stuffed animal lightly on the head.

“Thanks,” he replied, smiling at her praise. “Do you have any other good ideas?”

“Beer. That’s my idea.”

Adrian looked her up and down skeptically. “Are you even twenty-one?”

“Sure, I’m twenty-one…or so,” she replied with an impish grin.

“I’m not getting an underaged-”

“Come on, Adrian,” she interrupted, entwining her hands around his neck. They were hot to the touch. “Please?”

“I don’t-” he stammered, unable to form his mouth into words. She smelled sweet, like berries. Adrian wondered if it came from the cotton candy she’d been munching on before they’d started talking.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Serena whispered into his ear.

Thirty minutes later, they were sitting under an oak tree near the Ferris wheel, each cradling their second cups of beer. They had exhausted the normal first-date chatter — weather, jobs, family and the like — and Serena had opted to people watch as the crowd skipped from ride to ride and booth to booth.

Adrian had no issues with this; he was content to simply gaze at Serena out of the corner of his eye. He watched her dark hair dance in the wind, and he desperately wanted to reach out his hand to stroke her skin.

Despite her slightly emo appearance, she was soft and delicate, funny and sweet — a vast difference from the hard-edged women he’d seemed to attract lately. Charisse was a lot of things, but ‘soft’ and ‘sweet’ weren’t anywhere near the top ten.

“See anything you like?” Serena said suddenly without turning to face him. She took another sip of beer as she smirked in his direction.

Adrian chuckled, remembering the first words she’d said to him. “Actually, I do.”

“What do you see?”

“You.”

She turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. Her smirk hadn’t faded yet. “What’s so interesting about me?”

Adrian shook his head. “Where would you like me to start? You’re gorgeous from head to toe. I love listening to you laugh. You’re a fun person to be with. I thought that this little trip to the carnival was going to be shit, but you made it really awesome just by being here. I don’t want this day to end.”

Serena blushed and looked down, seeming to be at a loss for words. She picked at a few blades of grass before turning up her chin towards him, sending a coy look in his direction. “So…what are you waiting for?”

He gently took her cup and set it on the ground next to them before placing his hand against the back of her head and drawing her close. When their lips met, the impact was like a wave crashing against him. The closeness of her and the way her tender lips pressed against his own all melted together into a moment that seemed to last forever.

Adrian started to draw away after a moment, expecting the kiss to be over — but she grabbed his neck frantically and pulled him back onto the grass. Her hands were caressing him from his cheeks to the base of his neck, stroking and lightly scratching him as she pressed her lips against his own.

Her tongue darted against and around his, which was both playful and frantic at the same time. Adrian felt his cock begin to swell against the fabric of his jeans, and his hands were almost to her breasts before he reluctantly stopped himself.

“Wait,” Adrian mumbled against her insistent kisses. “Wait, wait. We can’t do this here.”

Her eyelids fluttered open and her dark eyes were glaring at him. They were different than they had been earlier — they were just as intense as they had been before, but there was something else there too. They fluttered around frantically, desperately waiting for an explanation for the delay. He figured that Serena was silently pleading with him to continue what had been started.

“We can’t do this here,” he repeated, gesturing to the people who had stopped walking nearby. Indeed, something of a small crowd had gathered, staring open-mouthed at the bold couple. An old pair of blue-haired women sneered down at them and their obvious lack of discretion, and one of the few school children who’d showed up was snickering at them from the other side of the path.

“Fuck them,” Serena stammered, trying to kiss him again.

Adrian held her back gently, willing her to listen. “If this continues,” he whispered, “it’s going to escalate, and we’ll be arrested if we do anything right here. I’d rather not get into that kind of trouble today, no matter how much I want it to happen.”

For a moment it looked as though she was about to argue again, but her better judgment prevailed as she hopped to her feet. She grabbed his arm to help him stand, and together they pushed past the small crowd, drinks in hand and leaving her stuffed bear behind.

Adrian wasn’t entirely sure where she was leading him, but he had no real preference one way or another as long as he was with Serena. That being said, he couldn’t help smiling when he saw where they’d stopped.

“Isn’t this a little cliche?” Adrian asked.

The Tunnel of Love wasn’t very busy compared to the rest of the carnival — there were only five other couples in line. Enormous pink swan boats floated into a large, cavernous opening and disappeared into the penetrating darkness of the ride.

It was enormous compared to the other attractions, looking like it had been built from an old, grandiose warehouse. He actually hadn’t seen any Tunnels of Love outside of the cartoons he’d watched growing up, and Adrian couldn’t believe he was actually about to go into one.

Serena sighed as she seemed to have the same idea. “This isn’t really my scene either, Adrian, but I don’t really have any better ideas. Do you?”

Adrian looked around, seeing her point. The only other indoor rides were bumper cars and mini-rollercoasters, and those seemed like they were more geared towards making people nauseous rather than horny. That wasn’t really the kind of fun he had in mind.

“Besides,” Serena continued huskily, “it’s traditional, isn’t it? Romantic or whatever?”

“Can’t argue with that,” Adrian replied as they were loaded onto one of the gaudy, aged swans. It tilted and swayed with their added weight. They placed their beers into the small, old cup holders that were hanging down on either side of their seats. With a wink, the creepy old carnie that had loaded them in pulled down on the wooden lever on the dock. Slowly, they floated into the swirling blackness of the ride.

Once inside, there wasn’t much to look at other than the bright pink backgrounds and floating cartoon hearts. Adrian wasn’t sure who the ride had been geared towards, but it certainly wasn’t he or Serena. He assumed that it had been built to cater to the younger crowd — to the fifth graders whose idea of dating was holding hands on the playground.

For her part, Serena didn’t even seem to notice the silly surroundings. As soon as they were away from the dock and lost in the darkness, she attacked Adrian with all the pent-up lust she’d been holding on to since they’d left the oak tree. She was at his neck, softly kissing and biting his skin at intervals up to his ears, where she whispered his name softly.

“You know that they’ve probably got cameras in here, right?” Adrian asked as her hand found its way to his crotch.

“I hope that they enjoy the show then,” Serena shot back, sounding entirely unconcerned. She forcefully yanked down his zipper and shoved her small hand inside, feeling around his boxer shorts and pulling out his cock. It wasn’t as big as the ones in the pornos, but it did the job. What it lacked in absurd length, however, it made up for in thickness. Even Charisse had been impressed, and she’d never been known to candy coat things like that.

Serena didn’t, however, linger in that area. Once his shaft was exposed, Serena seemed perfectly content to travel her hands up and down the length of his body, feeling under his shirt and entwining her fingers with the hairs on his chest. Her legs curled upwards onto the seat and she positioned them to where she was making a bridge over Adrian’s own legs — his cock standing at attention directly underneath the back of her knees, only inches away from the fabric that was covering her pussy.

Alright, then, Adrian thought to himself. If she wants to play, we’ll play.

Taking the initiative, he pulled her hands into his own and held them against the back of the swan boat. He then lowered his lips to the base of her neck, nipping playfully at the exposed skin there. She let out her breath in an aroused sigh as he touched his tongue against her, tasting her skin. She tasted sweet, once again reminding him of the berries he’d smelled earlier.

He lowered his hands and caressed her gently down the sides of her body, running them back up along her soft stomach and around to the small of her back. He slipped his hand behind her and up the back of her shirt, rubbing her along the gentle slope of her spine. He noticed, belatedly, that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Serena seemed to be having a harder time with the teasing than he had. Though he’d released her hands, they remained pressed against the back of the boat, and Adrian could hear her fingernails clawing uselessly against the aged plastic finish.

Her breathing had become ragged, and her eyes were shut as she shivered in pleasure from his touch. Her legs pressed up against his chest, and she dove forward to mash her lips against his.

“And you didn’t want to go on this ride,” she whispered amorously as she pulled away, slipping out of his grasp and dropping down to the floor of the boat. The swan rocked back and forth from the motion, but Adrian hardly noticed as she pressed the head of his cock against her lips. Her mouth opened, and he stifled a moan as he felt the length of his shaft slide down her throat.

He ran his fingers through her silky hair as she let her mouth travel up and down the length of his dick, feeling her lips bathe his cock from top to bottom. She lingered near the head, playfully flicking it with the metal stud in her tongue before returning her attention to the shaft again. Adrian groaned with anticipation, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last long against her assault.

He hadn’t had a blowjob in years — Charisse refused to give or receive oral, for whatever reason — and he realized then how much he’d been missing them. As for Serena, she was no amateur; each fluttering movement of her tongue, her hot breath against its length, the way she moaned against it when it filled her mouth…it all brought him nearly to the brink of pleasure before leaving him wanting more. She was slowly driving him crazy with her expert motions, and the little minx knew it.

With a jerk, she maneuvered the whole length of his cock all the way down her throat, feeling like he was nearly bottoming out inside of her. The mixture of the tightness and the taboo of what they were doing were all too much. Adrian could feel himself stiffening in preparation for something enormous.

“Serena…I’m gonna…” he stammered, not managing to finish his statement.

Serena had heard him, of course, but she didn’t move away. If anything, she pressed her lips down even harder against his skin. He obviously hadn’t reached his limit inside of her, as she continued to press him deeper into her throat. Her hand reached up into his pants and she caressed his balls, fondling them in unison with the movement of her mouth against his cock.

The stimulation was too much. With a groan, Adrian unleashed his cum inside of her like he’d never done before. He felt like he was unloading everything he had into Serena’s mouth, but she didn’t even flinch. As if she’d been expecting nothing less, she swallowed everything she’d been given. A small strand of white rolled off of her lips and onto her chin, but she pushed it back into her mouth with a gentle finger.

“Goddamn,” Adrian mumbled, feeling his body still quaking from pleasure. He stroked her hair gently, brushing a stray lock away from her eyes. “You’re fucking amazing, you know that?”

She ignored his question and continued to lick him, milking his shaft until there wasn’t a drop left. She brushed the remaining hair back over her ears and made her way back up onto the seat next to him, smiling broadly. Grabbing her beer out of the cup holder, she downed it before turning back to Adrian.

“As good as you taste,” she whispered, “I don’t think that you’d appreciate the flavor so much.”

“I appreciate that,” he managed to get out before her lips were pressed against his once more. He’d never been kissed directly after a blowjob before, but he was pleased to find that the drink she’d taken had removed any of his flavors. That wasn’t an experience he was looking to have any time soon.

“I need that in me,” she moaned into his ears. “I’m not even kidding. I haven’t been fucked in weeks — and I need your cock inside of me right now.” She stopped for a moment, looking pensive. “But we’re gonna have to hold off for a little bit — looks like the ride’s almost over. You might want to put that away.”

Adrian, who’d stopped paying attention to the scenery long ago, was suddenly blinded by the light at the end of the tunnel — so to speak. He barely had time to shove his still-rigid dick back into his jeans before yet another carnie was helping them off of the boat.

“If it wasn’t for the first part of that little boat trip, I’d say that you were a tease,” Adrian murmured as they walked down the exit ramp leading back towards the carnival. His rock-hard shaft was rubbing uncomfortably against the front of his jeans.

“Shhh,” she hissed playfully. “Don’t blame me — the stupid ride’s just not long enough.”

“You wanna go on it again?” Adrian asked.

Serena spun in his direction and stared at him incredulously. “Are you kidding?”

“Well-” Adrian stammered.

She pushed them gently away from the crowds and up against the wall of the nearby restrooms. Placing her lips to his ears, she whispered, “That stupid ride isn’t nearly long enough for how I’m going to fuck you.”

Adrian had thought that his cock was hard before — apparently it wasn’t, as he could feel it pressing even harder against the denim. Serena noticed the impression in his jeans and grinned triumphantly. “I see that you agree.”

“Where?” Adrian half-whispered as an answer, which was all he could manage at the moment.

Serena looked around, not seeing anything that she liked. “I…don’t know,” she answered honestly, seeming distraught. “Stupid carnival.”

“Well, let’s look around,” Adrian offered. He had no idea whether or not the carnival would have a place for lovers to ‘get it on’, but he was more than willing to begin the search. “We’re bound to find something.”

Walking proved to be a challenge for both of them. For Serena’s part, she was still frantically horny and unable to resist from “accidently” brushing past his crouch as they walked. In Adrian’s case, it wasn’t an easy task to keep from showing the whole world his obvious erection

Near the edge of the carnival, there was a row of tents offering silent auctions for things like cars, homes and property. There were throngs of people signing pages in little notebooks, hoping for the best deals on whatever it was they were looking for. Adrian was curious as to why Serena was dragging them in that direction — until he saw the RV that was for sale.

“Seriously?” he asked as they inched towards the very new, very expensive Winnebago that was parked off to the side of one of the buildings.

Serena didn’t answer. She just pulled at the side door, fortunately finding it unlocked. Serena didn’t look back as she disappeared into dark the interior of the vehicle. Adrian looked around, hoping that no one would see them as he followed in after her.

As soon as the door was shut and locked behind them, Serena was on him like a wild animal. The kisses were less gentle now, having become more frantic since the Tunnel of Love. She clawed at his shirt, frantically tugging the buttons off and flinging it open.

Serena reveled in his broad chest, massaging her hands up his lean torso. She kissed his body while she worked at prying the belt out from around his pants.

“No,” he said, stopping her and grabbing her searching hands. “My turn.”

He reached down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up and over her arms. Her breasts, now free, were tan and perky. Erect nipples stood out at him, patiently waiting for attention to be lathered upon them. Serena seemed almost embarrassed for the first time, and she shyly padded a few steps away and into the small bedroom at the rear of the vehicle, where she laid down carefully onto the bed. She kicked off her sandals and pushed them off to the side.

Adrian followed, lying down on the bed beside her. Amazed by the beauty before him, he kissed her as he massaged her tits. They were wonderfully warm, and he caressed them gently at first. She cried out in pleasure when he scooted down and caressed her nipples with his tongue, and Serena clutched to the back of his head and yanked on his hair.

“Stop teasing me, goddamn it,” Serena panted, pulling his head up to look into his eyes. Her breathing was so heavy that what came out next was nearly a growl. “I said I wanted you to fuck me, not play with me.”

Adrian winked. He was only too happy to comply, unfastening her jeans and sliding them off of her and onto the ground beside the bed. She was wearing a black thong that just barely covered the luscious prize beneath. Instead of yanking those off too, however, he maneuvered himself to where he could move them to the side. Her pink, glistening pussy was dripping with anticipation.

Adrian licked the outside lips from top to bottom, being careful not to penetrate her with his tongue. She hissed and slammed her hand against the side window in frustration, but she didn’t pull away. He already knew how badly she wanted him, but Adrian wanted the little tease to be desperate. Very carefully, he dipped his tongue into the soft, velvety folds of her mound.

Her feminine scent overwhelmed him; the powerful heat of her desire drove him to near-distraction. He massaged her with his mouth, dipping his tongue in and out of her before drawing tight circles around her clit. She bit into her arm and screamed against it, trying to muffle her pleasure as much as possible.

Within moments, she was digging her fingers into his shoulders and crying out, forgetting the need for silence altogether. Adrian had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed giving oral. It was fun to make ladies squirm.

“Please,” she begged, staring down at him with wide, pleading eyes. “Please, Adrian, please, please, please. I can’t take it anymore. I need you now. I need you, please, I need you in me…”

Feeling that he’d teased her enough, Adrian slid her now-drenched panties onto the floor and stared down at Serena’s naked form. She was biting her lips and tensing her hands into and out of fists as she waited for him to get naked.

He smiled and yanked his own pants down to the ground, taking off his shoes and socks in the process. He carefully dropped down above her, looking her in the eyes as he pressed his cock gently against her slit. It was slick with her juices and almost quivering with excitement.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. An impish grin spread across his face; he just couldn’t resist one last tease. “Because we don’t want to rush things, you kn-”

Serena scowled at him and, instead of answering, shoved him off of her and onto his back. Her hands shot out and held his arms against the bed, restraining him in place. He was once again amazed by the slender girl’s strength.

“If you aren’t going to fuck me,” she growled, positioning her pussy against his shaft, “then I’m going to fuck you.”

Serena pushed down on him, penetrating herself with Adrian’s cock. She shoved down until he could swear he was nearly in her stomach. Only when she could go no farther did she pull herself up to the tip of his shaft, and she repeated the process, penetrating herself until Adrian was balls-deep inside of her.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re kind of pushy?” Adrian asked breathlessly.

“Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a fucking tease?” Serena shot back between thrusts. She let go of his arms and reached behind her back to massage his balls, kneading them gently between her fingers. “Or that you have an enormous cock that…just barely fits inside of me? That you feel so goddamn good that I can’t…I can’t even…”

She was right…it felt amazing. Her pussy was tight — very tight — but she was so wet that there was no discomfort. He could feel every bit of her, every tender section of her cunt rubbed wonderfully against his already-sensitive shaft. He knew that he couldn’t push into her too hard, else the amazing journey have an abrupt and unsatisfying conclusion.

In response to her words, Adrian reached his hands up to her waist and pulled her torso down on top of his own, holding her in place against his chest. He began to roughly thrust in and out of her, leaving her crying out in ecstasy against his neck.

“Am I still a tease?” he asked, slowing down momentarily.

Serena shook her head and moaned, not trusting herself to be able to form actual words. The sounds of their fucking echoed in the small vehicle, and Adrian hoped no one outside would notice the slight shaking of the RV as he slammed into her.

He pushed his shaft further and further into her body, making her scream out his name as she shuddered against his dick, her cum slowly leaking out her body and down onto to the base of his cock.

Once she had finished shivering in pleasure, she flopped down onto the bed next to him and got onto her hands and knees. Both her pussy and her ass were soaking wet with her fluids. “Take me like this,” she squeaked out, wiggling her rear towards him. “Don’t stop — drive it into me. Make me cum all over your cock!”

She didn’t have to ask him twice. He positioned himself behind her and drove hard into her pussy. He could feel her muscles tightening against his cock, willing him to push harder, to make her cum. He pounded her roughly, using his hands to pull her hips against him with each thrust. Serena lowered her head onto the bed and bit down on the blanket, most likely to muffle the shriek that escaped her lips just then.

“Finger my ass,” she cried out. “Use me — make me your slut! I want to be completely filled by you!”

Adrian moved his fingers down to her pussy, lubricating himself with her fluids before pressing his index finger against the star-shaped opening. He pressed into her ass tentatively — he didn’t want to hurt her. It was warmer than her pussy, and her muscles clenched against him. She was unbelievably tight.

“Yes,” she moaned out with a blissful smile as she turned back to look at him. “Yes, right there. Hard, hard…shove it in hard, Adrian, you’re not going to break me.”

He pushed his finger into her in time with the thrusts of his cock, and she gyrated beneath him, reveling in the duel-stimulation. Her pussy walls were tightening with each shove, seeming to stroke his shaft a little more every time he thrust into her. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before he reached his limit.

“Serena…Serena, I need…”

“Wait,” she cried out. “On my back, shoot it all over me. I want to be covered by you. Do it!”

He groaned as he pulled out of her, grasping his cock and aiming it onto her back. His shaft shot as if it hadn’t already gone once, covering her back with strands of his sticky, white cum. Serena whimpered as she felt it cover her up and down along the length of her smooth skin.

Her body continued to rock forward and back, despite him having already pulled out of her. Her face was a mask of contentment, her sensual grin unwavering as she glanced back at her.

“Can…can you put it back into me for a minute? Just…just for a minute. It’s not safe today, but now that you’ve gone…I want to feel you again…”

Adrian was more than happy to comply, feeding his worn cock back into her quivering pussy. It was warm and unbelievably sensual to be in her. He didn’t even need to thrust anymore — she was just as worn out as he was. It was enough just to feel her, to have her warmth surrounding him, to be as close to her as possible.

“I think,” Adrian said, his energy spent as he continued to enjoy the sensation of her body, “that the carnival isn’t so bad after all.”

They rested for a while on the bed after that, softly caressing each other and talking as best they could through their exhaustion. About a half hour later they cleaned up using a roll of paper towels that someone had helpfully left under the counter in the RV’s small restroom.

Once dressed, they made the bed as best they could before emerging into the throngs of crowds that had been passing by only a few feet away from where they had been fucking. The thought struck Adrian as amusing.

“What’s so funny?” Serena asked, noticing him chuckle. Her cheeks were still bright pink from the exertions of the RV.

“Think anyone noticed us?”

“I certainly hope so,” she said, shrugging. “That was quite a show. You ought to be proud of yourself.”

“You weren’t half bad yourself,” he said. “I hope it wasn’t a limited engagement. I wouldn’t say no to an encore or two.”

Serena grinned at him and took his hand. She held his palm out and ‘borrowed’ a pen from a booth next to them as they passed. She slowly and carefully scrawled her phone number and email address onto his palm, making sure that none of the digits rang together.

“You put that into your phone right now,” she ordered, leaning into him and focusing his gaze. He obediently typed the number in as she spoke. “I want you to call or text me as often as you like. I’m serious — I dunno what your ‘girlfriend’ is like, but the dick I’m with is going to be out on his ass as soon as I get home. Today was the last straw — I don’t need his bullshit anymore. As soon as that happens, I’ll be waiting for you.

“Besides,” she said, kissing him on the cheek, “you owe me a giant teddy bear. Mine’s probably long gone by now.”

With that, she turned on her heels and left, melting into the crowd. He watched her go, already missing her. She had the right idea — he knew that he wouldn’t be begging Charisse for forgiveness this time. He was done with her shit too. He was already imagining what would happen the next time he and Serena were together when his phone vibrated.

When Adrian looked back down, he noticed that he had four missed messages from his brother. Apparently, he’d been too busy inputting Serena in to notice them. He was in the process of calling him back when he heard someone calling his name. Looking up, Adrian saw his brother waving at him over the heads of the crowd, his daughter in tow. He looked somewhat annoyed.

“I’ve been trying to call you for a half-hour, dude,” he grumped. “Where have you been? Are you ready to go?”

“Sure. I’ve just been enjoying the carnival, bro,” Adrian replied calmly.

“I thought that you hated this place,” his brother said, suspicious of Adrian’s change of heart.

“Yeah, well,” he said, patting the cell phone as he shoved it back into his pocket, “I guess before now I never really got into them.”

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Soichiro Irons
Carnival Girl Fuck