"Wanna ride with me?" she asked, but she didn't wait for an answer.
The merry-go-round was slowing down, and she jumped off, holding onto one of the vertical rails. This wasn't a carousel like you see in amusement parks, with music and horses and lions and stuff like that. It was made of a fifteen foot tall steel post that was imbedded in the ground and had a steel ring that turned in circles around the top of the post. Radiating out from that center ring, like spokes on a wagon wheel, were steel supports, and there was a big steel ring connected to the ends of all the supports. Hanging down from where the outside ring was fastened were rails, and Mary Hill was hanging onto one of them.
The bottom ends of those rails were bolted to the ends of wooden planks, with each rail fastened to two adjacent planks. There was no power source; the merry-go-round was started by people running alongside it and pushing on the rails and, when it was going fast enough, jumping onto a plank to ride until it slowed down, followed by jumping off and pushing and riding again. It was very low tech and cost nothing to operate, except occasional greasing and, once in a while, some other maintenance.
Anyhow, Mary Hill started running beside the merry-go-round, and I grabbed the next rail after the one she had, and ran and pushed right behind her. When it was going fast enough, we jumped on, and stood on the planks holding onto the rails. I was standing upright, but Mary Hill was bending way over, and her mini-skirt was riding high up over her hips. She was wearing skimpy white panties under the skirt, not much more than a thong, and they were wet with her sweat and were plastered against her body. I had a good view of her ass cheeks and I could even see her cute little brown rosebud, because the material of her panties was thin and they were pressed tightly against her. All us guys agreed, in the daytime, Mary Hill was a teaser, but neither I nor any of the others objected because, after it got to be dark, she was such a pleaser.
After a couple of short rides like that, two more guys, Pete and Andy showed up, and they got eager eyes watching Mary go round, just as I had. We all knew each other. I had even played games with Mary Hill and Pete before, but not with Andy, and we all said hello. They joined us on the merry-go-round, and got the same view of her ass through the wet panties as I had been getting. After a couple dozen more rides, we could all see night was getting closer; the sun had gone down, and the street lights had come on.
"Do you think it's dark enough yet?" she asked.
We knew what she meant, and all the guys were in agreement and said it was dark enough to start playing the games we all loved.
"I think you're right. Okay, follow me. George, you and Pete know the place." She picked up her purse and started walking to the spot where we all wanted to go.
Having been there before, neither Pete nor I would ever forget, but we let her lead the way. We followed Mary Hill to a thick growth of bushes, turned sideways to go between two of the biggest, turned left and right again, and ended up at a nice mossy area in the middle of the thicket. The circular clearing was about eight feet across, and there was still light enough overhead for us to see what we were doing, but the bushes were so thick we couldn't see out, and nobody could see us. This was the place where Mary Hill liked to play games 'til 'way after dark, and she stopped and smiled at all of us as we clustered around her.
"You know what I want first," she said. I want George to eat my pussy."
Nobody had any objections to that, least of all me. I knew Mary Hill to be prime eating stuff from my tongue having frolicked all over her pussy before. The other guys had no objections either, because Pete knew they would do more than just sit around and watch, and he had probably told Andy. While I had my face buried in her crotch, they would be kneeling beside her and getting head. She wouldn't actually suck them off; she never did that, unless she was in her period, and that was not the case that night. Mary Hill much preferred fucking to sucking, but she also liked the feel of a cock in her mouth, and she would be fondling them with her lips and tongue while I was bringing her to her first orgasm of the night.
After that, we would take turns fucking her, with Mary deciding who went first, although I was sure that would be me. After everybody had cum at least once, with her cumming at least four times, she would decide what else we would do, if anything. Playing games with her in Cherry Hill Park was so much fun, none of us objected to having Mary Hill deciding who did what with her and when.
When playing those kinds of games, we all like to get naked, so Pete took hold of the hem of Mary's t-shirt and started pulling up. It was so wet and so tight that Andy put his hands under it and cupped her breasts to keep them out of the way. When that pair of beauties had been cleared, she raised her arms, and the two men pulled it all the way over her head and off. Mary Hill shook her hair back into place, making her lovely breasts sway and bounce enticingly in front of herself, but we had already been enticed.
I knelt in front of her, unbuttoned and unzipped her mini-skirt and pulled the short strip of cloth down. Mary Hill leaned on my shoulders so she could step out of the skirt and Andy hung it on a handy branch next to her t-shirt. She kept leaning on me while I took off her sneakers and sox. From anticipation of the games we were starting to play, she was really turned on already, and I could tell by the delectable aroma of her pussy. She lay down in front of me, with her leather purse under her head and her legs spread, so I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down and off, so Mary Hill lay naked on the moss-covered ground.
She stared, unspeaking, at me, and I took the hint and unbuttoned and peeled off my shirt. I tossed it aside and quickly divested myself of my pants, jockey shorts, shoes and socks. Pete and Andy did the same, followed by kneeling on either side of her face. Mary smiled at the sight of the three of us, all as naked, as she, and reached out to fondle the cocks of the other two men. They were fully erect, as was mine, but she couldn't reach mine because I was between her legs. I already knew Pete was pretty well hung, about the same as I, but Andy's cock was much smaller. Mary Hill liked nice big ones in her pussy, and I wondered what she would do about Andy, but I also felt it was no concern of mine.
She was ready, so I started by leaning forward, and Mary Hill raised her legs and rested them on my shoulders so I could wrap my arms around her sexy, plump thighs. There was nothing coy about Mary, or skinny either, because her body was built the way heterosexual men, except for fashion designers, fantasize about. Andy and Pete and I weren't fantasizing that day, of course, because we had the very sexy young woman surrounded in the bushes, and she and we three men were all ready for an evening of great sex.
Night had almost completely fallen, and I couldn't see very well, which was kind of a shame, because I knew Mary Hill's pussy to be one of the most beautiful sights in the world. However, I was able to smell the heavenly aroma, the most delectable scent I knew of, and I pleased my taste buds by licking the fresh juices off her legs and crotch. The flavor was even better than their scent. Mary Hill was already murmuring happily as I started licking one of her outer lips. Her light brown pubic hair was soft and sparse, and the skin of the lip felt even better to my tongue than the soft texture of her inner thighs had. Very slowly, my tongue meandered all the way to her Mount of Venus, where I kissed her, followed by bringing my tongue back down to her lovely pink hole again.
She had produced another large quantity of delicious juices, and I carefully licked all of them from her, not wanting to waste any. After my tongue had cleaned off Mary Hill's pussy, I started licking her other outer lip, and treated this one the same as I had the first one. Her body was starting to squirm under me as my tongue slowly worked its way to her mons again, and I kissed her there and raised my head to see what results my ministrations were having on her.
It was too dark for me to see much, but I could feel the movements of her body, and I could see her face moving back and forth between the other guys. I knew she was sucking and licking on their cocks, the way she liked to do, and both of them were fondling a big, luscious breast. She only used her tongue or lips for a few seconds on either one. Later, after she got more excited from what my mouth was doing, she would stop doing even that much, and concentrate on cumming, which would be almost as much of a thrill for me as for her.
Being a lot more interested in eating Mary Hill's pussy than thinking about what else was happening, I brought my mouth back down to her pink hole and feasted on all the delicious juices she had just produced. Their flavor was to die for, and I made sure I got it all before starting to lick between an inner and an outer lip. Her pussy was a lot more sensitive there than most other places, and her movements became more strenuous; she even started fucking up into my face while my tongue traveled all the way to the end of her inner lip.
