“I don’t know, Stacy,” I said. “I’m not sure I’m ready to get ‘wild and crazy’ just yet. I’ve been separated from Bob for just three months.”
“Yeah, and how much sex have you had in three months? Zero. Zip. Nada. Sugar, you need somebody to play hide the sausage with. And that man right over there has got just the kielbasa you need.”
I looked across the carnival midway toward the Tunnel of Love. There was no question the ride operator was hot: tall, lean, his tight black T-shirt revealing six-pack abs and a cage fighter’s arms and chest. Looking at him gave me a tingle in my happy place.
“Go over there and tell him you want the midnight special. Then just go with the flow.”
“I don’t know. It seems so slutty to come right out and tell a stranger you want to—”
“Goddamn it, Vicki, slutty girls get the best sex. Why did we get our tramp stamps? And our clits pierced? Don’t be such a fucking wimp. In two days this carnival will be loaded on trucks going God-knows-where. You’ll never see the guy again. And I guarantee you the midnight special is a ride you don’t want to miss.”
My BFF Stacy had been trying to get me to go on the Tunnel of Love ride for a week, ever since she did it herself. She raved about how much fun she had but wouldn’t give me any details, saying coyly that it had to be the midnight special. But I knew it involved sex. Ninety percent of Stacy’s existence involves sex. And while she wouldn’t share any details of what to expect, she teasingly made it sound interesting.
Seeing the hot ride jockey made it more than interesting. Besides, one of my resolutions after getting rid of my tight-ass husband was to cut loose and shed some inhibitions. Maybe I should get a little wild and crazy.
I took a long look at the ride operator again. Stacy must have sensed my resistance wavering. She grabbed my arm and started hustling me across the midway toward the ride. As we got close, the ride operator looked up from loading a couple of giggling teenagers into a two-seat swan boat. He smiled when he saw Stacy. “Hey, girl,” he said, “back for another midnight special?” He turned toward me and his smile brightened. I felt my pussy moisten.
“No,” Stacy said, “but my friend Vicki wants to try it. I promised her she’d have a great time. Vicki, this is Jack. Jack, Vicki.”
Jack gave me a smoldering once-over. “Oh, I can guarantee she’ll have a great time,” he said. “Trust me.”
For some reason, I did. And after seeing Mr. Hottie up close, I decided that riding a floating swan through a dark tunnel with the man wouldn’t be a bad idea. Besides, I reckoned, how much trouble could a girl get into on a 15-minute water ride?
Jack’s seductive smile turned into a mischievous grin. “Be here at midnight, Vicki. When all the rides shut down. I’m sure you’ll enjoy a special trip through the Tunnel of Love.” The look he was giving me said he would enjoy it too.
I’d dressed to look hot, and from Jack’s ogling appraisal of my outfit, I was guessing that I had succeeded. I was wearing a hip–hugging pair of Daisy Dukes, cut so close to the crotch, my panties would be showing if I had any panties on. My hip-hugging shorts were low enough to show off my butterfly tramp stamp, and my tank top was cropped high enough to show plenty of midriff.
I accented all that bare skin with a sexy belly-button dangle of a little devil with a pitchfork. My tank top was thin enough and tight enough to show off my nipples, which under hottie Jack’s lustful gaze had turned into rock-hard pebbles.
It was just 11:30, and Jack was loading an older couple onto a boat. Stacy and I took a walk up the midway to kill time and take the edge off my nerves. At five till midnight we were back at the Tunnel of Love, watching Jack tie all the swan boats in a line behind the boarding area. He left one boat untied at the front of the line. When he finished tying up the boats, he turned toward Stacy and me. “Ready, Vicki?” he asked.
I hesitated a second, and Stacy gave me a little push. “Go for it, girl! Have a good time. I’ll be waiting here when you get back.”
Jack helped me into the boat, and I slid over, making room for him. He sat down beside me and flipped a lever. The boat started moving. The swan pushed its way through the swinging doors of the tunnel entrance and Jack put an arm around me.
“Nervous?” he asked.
“Don’t be. We can stop the ride anytime you want.” He pulled me closer.
“I’ll be okay.”
The swinging doors at the entrance slammed closed behind us, and we were suddenly swallowed up in pitch-black darkness.
“This isn’t like a haunted house, is it?” I said. “Where monsters jump out and scare you?”
“Don’t worry,” Jack said. “If anything jumps out at us, I’ll protect you.”
A music track was playing Donna Summer’s “Love To Love Ya, Baby.” I felt the swan boat gently rocking and occasionally bumping the sides of the tunnel wall. The sensation of being in absolute blackness was a bit disconcerting, but having Jack sitting beside me made me feel safe.
He reached over and touched my chin in the darkness and turned my face toward his. He leaned down and kissed me, and a warm tingle spread through my pussy. Even though it was pitch black, I closed my eyes as I returned the kiss. As our tongues tangoed with each other, exploring, I decided this adventure wouldn’t be so bad after all.
While we continued to kiss, Jack palmed my breast, then slid his hand under my tank top and squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples. I reached over and began to caress the muscles under his T-shirt. Our kissing and fondling lasted for several minutes, and then the boat bumped into a wall and turned a corner.
I opened my eyes and saw a small scene built into a side wall, dimly lit by blue light. It was an undersea grotto filled with conch shells and starfish. As we passed the scene, Jack lifted my top up over my breasts. He leaned down and took a nipple between his lips, sucking gently at first, then harder. Jolts of electricity shot directly to my pussy. We had been on the ride just a few minutes and my crotch was already soaked. Three months had been way too long to go without sex.
We sailed past the grotto and back into total darkness. Jack reached over and unsnapped the fly of my cutoffs. He slipped his hand inside, and his fingers searched for my honeypot. Since I was sans panties, he quickly discovered my clit ring. He diddled it back and forth for a moment. “This is so sexy,” he said. “Does it help keep you aroused?”
“It does when someone plays with it,” I said. “Like you’re doing now.”
His fingers slid past my clit and into the wet folds of my pussy. I gasped and arched my back, pressing my breasts against his lips, hunching my pussy against his hand. I reached over and palmed his cock through his jeans. I gave it a squeeze, then unsnapped his fly. In a moment his cock was out, hard, erect, ready. Stacy had been right about the size of his cock. It was easily the biggest I had ever gotten up close and personal with.
We continued kissing and fondling each other through long stretches of total darkness occasionally interrupted by dimly lit undersea scenes built into the walls of the ride. I thought by now we would be back at the entrance, but apparently the maze of waterways had alternate routes.
I was gripping Jack’s cock in my hand when he pulled back from kissing me. “Suck me,” he whispered. “Suck my cock.”
Gladly, I thought, leaning over to take him in my mouth. He was so big, I could only get the head in my mouth, but I used my tongue and lips to lave up and down the sides of the shaft. After several minutes of my sucking and licking his cock, he pulled me upright.
“Take off your clothes,” he said. “I want you naked.” Sounds good to me, I thought, quickly stripping out of my top and shorts. I felt Jack taking off his jeans and shirt and I reached over to caress his muscular chest.
He slid a hand between my legs. “Your pussy is really wet. Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“God, yes,” I said, my pussy throbbing. “I want your cock now.” I swung my leg over to face him, straddling his waist, my knees on the padded seat. I reached for his big erection and lowered myself onto it, guiding it in my pussy. I began to ride him, rocking the swan boat in the shallow water as we continued coasting through the dark.
I had my arms around his neck, my breasts pressed up against his chest while I fucked him. Having his big cock deep inside me was heaven. I felt his hands clasping my back, sliding around to my waist, down to my bottom. Suddenly I squealed. Another hand was touching me!
“What the hell!” I shouted. Both of Jack’s hands were on my bottom, but I was feeling a warm palm on my back, feeling it slide down to my bottom and then caress me.
I tried to jerk my hips away from the touch, but being impaled on Jack’s big cock made it difficult to move. I started to lift myself and turn around, but Jack held me tight and silenced me with another kiss. Then he pulled back. “Don’t be frightened,” he said. “Just enjoy. It’s part of the experience.”
“Ohmygod,” I said, my voice trembling. “I’m just not sure about this.” Now there were two strange hands touching me, reaching out from both sides of the dark tunnel to caress my naked back and waist and bottom.
“We can stop if you want.”
I felt Jack’s cock buried deep in my pussy, felt my nipples hard against his chest. The boat moved on, and as we coasted along in the dark, one pair of stroking, caressing hands was replaced by another.
“Do you want to stop?”
I leaned back, wishing I could see Jack’s face, wishing I could see whose hands were touching me. But I couldn’t see. I could only feel. And it felt damn good. Decadently, erotically good. “No, I don’t want to stop,” I whispered. I ground my pussy down hard over his cock, swirling my hips, urging him to fuck me.
The hands reaching out of the darkness were touching me everywhere, squeezing my tits, pinching my nipples, increasing the intense sexual sensations I was experiencing. The fact that I couldn’t see who was touching me somehow made it all the more exciting. The entire experience was more erotic than anything I’d done before, and I knew I would reach climax soon.
Just then the boat made a sharp turn and pushed its way through a swinging door into a tiny, dimly lit room. “This is our repair shop,” Jack said. “We bring the boats into this closed-off area to do maintenance and repairs.”
As the door swung shut behind our boat, I saw that the small room had a wall full of tools on pegboard hooks. A padded bench sat on the deck next to the waterway. I noticed that the bench was easily big enough to lie back on and get fucked, which I assumed was what Jack had in mind.
“Let’s get out of the boat for a minute,” he said. He lifted me by the waist, sliding my pussy up off his still-erect cock. I stood up, holding myself steady with one hand on his shoulder. As I stepped out of the boat, I saw him smiling at me.
I smiled back. “So is this the Tunnel of Love lair where you bring girls you want to fuck?”
“It is. And I think you should lie your smokin’-hot body down on the bench so we can finish what we started.”
“I’d love to. But first tell me who all those men were who were fondling me as we went past. It seemed like there must have been a dozen of them.”
“They’re just my carny buddies, helping to make sure you have a memorable experience. And there were only four or five of them. They can move around and change places. Did you like it?”
“It scared me at first, but then I did like it. It was very erotic, having all those men touching me while I was fucking you. It was exciting that I couldn’t see any of them, that I could only feel them.”
Jack pulled me into his arms. His long, hard shaft was angled up across my bare belly. He kissed me, holding my bottom in his hands. Then he pulled back. “If you liked what my buddies were doing, maybe you’d like to do something for them in return.”
I looked at him, wondering what he could possibly mean. I stammered a moment. “You … you … mean … let them come in here?”
“No, not exactly. But look over here.” Jack turned me toward the blank wall opposite the tools.
“Oh … my … God!” I said when I saw what he wanted to show me. A four-inch hole had been cut into the thin plywood partition just about pelvis-high. Sticking through the hole was an erect cock. It wasn’t as big as Jack’s, but it was big enough.
“Ohmygod,” I said again. “That’s a gl- … ”
“A glory hole,” Jack finished. “Ever try one?”
“Never,” I said, stepping toward the disembodied cock poking through the hole. “But I’ve wondered what it would be like. The idea of sucking a cock without ever seeing the man is really sexy-nasty.” I knelt down to get a closer look at the cock poking through the hole. It twitched a couple of times and then started to slowly come erect. Without even thinking about it, I reached out to hold it in my palm.
Jack had moved up close behind me. He leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Go ahead and suck it. You’ll make some guy you’ll never see very happy.”
I took a deep breath. Was I really going to do this? I lifted the cock to my mouth. I extended my tongue and licked the head, tasting a drop of precome. I glanced over at Jack. He was grinning, but had a smoldering sexy look in his eyes. I took the cock in my mouth and began to give the stranger a wet, sloppy blowjob. In less than five minutes I had him ready to blast off. I opened my mouth wide and extended my tongue. Seconds later he began to ejaculate, squirting come all over my tongue and cheeks and chin.
Behind the thin partition I heard the man moaning. “Sounds like you made someone very happy,” Jack said.
“I think I did,” I said, grinning as the cock pulled out of the hole and disappeared. “That was really sexy. I had no idea it would be so erotic to do that.” I wiped the come off my face with a finger, then sucked it clean.
“I’m glad you liked it,” Jack said. “But you aren’t finished yet.”
I turned and looked back at the hole. Another cock was poking through. This one was shorter but thicker, with lots of gnarly veins around the shaft. I leaned forward and opened my mouth wide. While I sucked this stranger’s cock, Jack reached underneath my bottom and stroked my pussy, fucking me with two fingers, then three. I knew I would come soon, or the cock in my mouth would. Amazingly, we came at the same time.
I moaned, and my hips jerked in involuntary spasms. The cock began to squirt globs of come, which spiraled out and splattered over my face and neck and breasts.
As my orgasm faded I smiled at Jack. “My God, that was good,” I said. “I haven’t come that hard in a long, long time.”
“Hey, we’re just getting started, darlin’,” he said. “And I think we’ve got another visitor.”
I looked back at the glory hole. To my surprise, the cock poking through now was black. And big. I leaned forward to take it in my mouth, but Jack stopped me.
“Just a minute,” he said. He moved the bench so I could kneel on it while I sucked the cock in the glory hole. This put my bottom at just the right height for Jack to fuck me from behind. I moaned as he slid his big cock in me. Then I leaned forward to suck my third shaft of the night.
Just as the black man began to come, I felt Jack’s fingertip circling my anus, then slipping in my ass and sliding deep. I moaned, and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear: “You little come slut! I think you like that, my finger in your ass. Did you like that?
With my mouth full of ejaculating cock, I could only nod and mumble, “Um-hum.”
His cock still in my cunt, Jack kept his lips next to my ear. “How would you like to have a cock in your ass and your pussy at the same time? Have you ever had a DP?”
I shook my head.
“Would you like to, Vicki? Would you like to do a DP with two guys?”
I pulled my mouth away from the dick in the glory hole and turned my head to look over my shoulder at Jack. My pussy tingled with desire. “Yes,” I managed to whisper, “I want to do a DP. I want to have my pussy and ass fucked at the same time.”
Jack looked at me and grinned. “Sugar, your wish is my command.” He slid his cock out of my pussy and helped me sit up. The cock I’d been sucking disappeared from the glory hole. I was trembling in anticipation. I’d never had two lovers at once, and certainly not in a double penetration, but it was something I’d always had a secret desire to do.
I sat up on the bench to catch my breath, and Jack slipped around the wall full of tools and disappeared. I heard mumbled whispering, and then he was back, smiling broadly. He knelt down in front of the bench and reached to caress both my breasts. He tweaked my nipples and said, “Darlin’, you are about to get the fucking of a lifetime. Are you ready?”
I nodded, my pussy hungry with need. “I’m ready,” I whispered.
Jack had me stand while he lay down on the bench, then had me straddle his waist, facing him. He tilted his erection up toward my pussy. I lowered myself slowly down over his thick shaft, relishing every inch sliding in me.
When I was fully impaled by Jack’s cock, he grasped my shoulders and pulled me forward. With one hand he caressed my bottom, and with the other he pulled my head down toward his. We kissed long and hard. Then he pulled back. “Just relax and enjoy,” he said. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I whispered, “I will.”
A short, stocky man stepped around the corner of the tool-display wall and moved up behind me. He was wearing a torn T-shirt and nothing else. I started to turn my head to see his face, but Jack stopped me and pulled me down for another kiss. The other man moved up between my legs and gripped my hips. I felt his finger on my anus, spreading gooey lubricant over it.
Then his dick was nudging me. I tilted my bottom up to give him a better angle. He pressed against my asshole, then pressed again, harder. Suddenly the head of his cock slid in me, causing me to gasp.
“Ohhh-mygod!” I moaned, feeling his cock slide in me. After a while the intense feeling turned to pleasure. The man’s cock slid deeper, until I felt it next to Jack’s, separated only by the thin membrane of flesh. I moaned, feeling incredibly slutty and wanton.
“Do you like it, Vicki?” Jack asked. “I mean, being filled with two big dicks? Is it hot?”
“Ohmygod, yes! Yes, it’s hot! Nasty-hot!” I began to move my hips, encouraging the stranger to fuck me. He began to move, sliding his dick slowly in and out of my ass. Jack was fucking me too. The two men got into a rhythm that was setting me on fire.
“Yes!” I yelled. “Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy! Ohmygod, it feels so good!”
After endless minutes of sheer pleasure, both men were ready to climax. Their orgasms triggered my own. I was swept up in a wave of pure ecstasy. I screamed, my cries of pleasure drowning out Donna Summer. The men were groaning too. I felt the jerking spasms of their cocks filling my ass and pussy with come.
As our orgasms subsided, the cock in my ass softened and slid out. The man gave my ass a playful squeeze and made his exit. Amazingly, Jack was still hard in my pussy! I looked down at him. “My God, that was incredible,” I said. “I’ve never had an orgasm like that!”
He looked up at me with a sexy grin. “That doesn’t have to be your only orgasm, you know. There are several more guys who would love to help you discover just how multi-orgasmic you might be.”
I looked at Jack, wondering if I dared take him up on his suggestion. The tingling arousal in my pussy and ass seemed to say I should. I looked around. “You know there’s not much room in here. Your buddies would have to take turns.”
“Not a problem,” Jack said. “Not a problem at all.”
Taking turns wasn’t a problem, especially when we figured out that there was room for me to have a cock in my pussy, one in my ass and another in my mouth all at the same time. Between Jack and his five carny buddies, I took at least four or five come shots in every orifice. I also had at least half a dozen mind-blowing, toe-curling orgasms of my own.
It was almost three in the morning when I collapsed on the bench, a happily sated, very well-fucked woman. I spread my legs wide to let each guy kiss my swollen pussy lips good-bye, then slipped on my top and shorts for the boat ride back to the entrance.
When we got there, Stacy was waiting, as she said she would be, but she was totally pissed. She didn’t say much as Jack walked us across the empty parking lot, but I could tell she was steaming. Jack gave me a quick kiss before I got in the car. “I hope we see you next year,” he said, smiling, as he gave my breasts a quick squeeze.
“Me too. It’s been … well … fucking amazing!”
Jack left, and I got in Stacy’s car. She was fuming. “What in the fuck took so long? I’ve been sitting on my ass waiting for almost three fucking hours! What the hell have you been doing?”
“I don’t know,” I said, somewhat taken aback. “I guess we were doing the same things you did on your ride. I didn’t know how long it was supposed to take. How long was your ride?”
“A half-hour tops. We went around the tunnel circuit a couple of times, and Jack pulled the boat into a little side waterway that was hidden. Then we got naked and fucked our brains out, and after, we came back to the entrance. What the fuck did you do?”
It was beginning to dawn on me that my Tunnel of Love ride had been very different from Stacy’s. “We did that too,” I said. “And you were right about Jack having a great cock. It was awesome.”
“But what the fuck took so long? I know Jack has stamina, but even he can’t fuck for three hours.”
“Well, we did have to pull into the boat-repair workshop. Something wrong with our boat, I guess.”
I tried to calm Stacy down, saying, “I’m glad you talked me into going on the ride, Stacy. After three months without sex I really needed that. Thank you. You’re a good friend.”
My gratitude, which was sincere, mollified Stacy a bit. She was calming down. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said. Finally she grinned. “Jack does have a magnificent dick, doesn’t he?”
“And he knows how to use it. I could ride that hunk of man meat for hours.
“You did, Vicki. You already did.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry about that, Stacy. Really sorry.”
Not really, I thought, with a smile that Stacy couldn’t see. Oh no, not really sorry at all.
It was a 20-minute drive to my apartment. So I leaned the seat back and closed my eyes, and images of being fucked by six guys in various combinations floated through my brain. I sighed contentedly and reached in my back pocket, fingering the card that was there. It had the dates and locations of towns the carnival would be playing for the next six months. On the back Jack had written his cell number.
I hadn’t had a chance to really study the itinerary, but I had already noticed there were at least three locations within a hundred miles of our town. It would be an easy hour-and-a-half drive for a horny, come-hungry carny slut.