Unfortunately for me, we shared a row of tram seats, prohibiting me from exploring my wife’s outfit. We entered the park, and both smiled as its main entry street was deserted; just as we had desired.
“Let’s go in the cartoon theatre,” she said as she grabbed my hand pulling me inside. It was empty, and dark. There were about six screens continuously playing different motion picture cartoons in an endless loop. The screens encircled a railed viewing area. Stacey’s intent for the theatre was not to watch any show, she leaped into my arms as fast as she could, crashing her lips on to mine. I dropped our coats over a rail, and pawed at her ass. Raising her skirt, each hand kneaded her muscular cheeks, squeezing them, scratching them, caressing them. Stacey’s hand instantly grabbed my cock; fondling it with fevered strokes. She quickly had my cock filling with blood. My loose-fitting pants allowed it to become fully erect as she stroked me through my pants. Lowering the elastic band of my pants, she soon had my cock head peeking out from its confines. She bent down and licked its slit, coating the head with her spit. Lost in her sexual insatiability, I lowered my pants to me knees, pulled her up, and turned her around. She leaned over the railing as I rubbed my cock against her leaking pussy. I placed the shaft in her well-defined ass crevice and humped her cheeks, achingly teasing her, and myself.
“Don’t tease, just fuck me,” Stacey pleaded, rising on her toes to get my cock in her. But just as I grabbed my hard cock to aim it in her we were shocked into reality by voices at the theatre’s entry. I quickly pulled my pants up as she ran outside. Just as a family of 5 walked in, I grabbed our coats to hide my pant’s pole. Thankfully it was dark inside, and the family was unaware of what had just happened. I left with my hidden secret still throbbing.
Stacey was giggling as she stood in the street. “You little wench!” I yelled at her half-heartedly. She just wrapped her arms around me, bearing-hugging to feel my still erect cock against her belly, and plunged her tongue into my mouth.
“Let’s go ride the snow toboggan roller-coaster,” she said, again pulling me along. While waiting, we kissed liked school kids; laughing, talking dirty and thoroughly enjoying each other. By the time we got to the end of the short waiting line, my erection had died. The ride has one person sitting in front of the other’s spread legs. We asked for the last seats, and rode with Stacey in front of me. As soon as we entered the mountain, and began the dark ascent, I reached under her skirt and placed my fingers on her surprisingly soaked pussy. Stacey craned her neck back, and pulled my head into hers, her full lips sucked on my tongue as my fingers rubbed her wet pussy lips. She placed her hand on top of mine and led me to rub her hard. I could hear wet squishy noises as my fingers slid across her plump inner pussy lips. Pressing against my fingers with hers, our digits ground deep into her flesh; her moans vibrating against my mouth. As the ride crested, I easily slid two fingers into her sopping hole.
The ride jerked us around breaking our lip lock. With its tight twists and turns I had a hard time keeping my fingers in her. Pulling my sloppy fingers to her mouth, she eagerly sucked them in to clean off her sour girl-juice. I reached under her sweater and grabbed each of her tits, massaging them forcefully as we raced through the faux-mountain. My cock was coming to life again, starting to poke her in the back. Stacey kept her hand on her pussy. I watched her arm flexing and shuddering, wishing my tongue could replace her fingers. The ride dipped in a sudden drop and I felt her tits become almost weightless in my hands. Stacey was screaming from the ride, and grunting from her hand’s gyration. But from experience we knew the ride was coming to its end. I pulled my hands out just as we splashed down in the man-made creek marking the end of the ride. Stacey growled, “Argh, I was so close!”
With our ever present coats hiding my erection, we slowly climbed out of the toboggan car. I looked her, flushed and frustrated, and asked where to now. “The 3-D movie,” she commanded, as she grabbed my hand and speed-walked to the theater.
We waited about 5-minutes, sat in the very back row, thankfully alone. As soon as the lights went off, and the few other people in the show were focused on the screen with their glasses, Stacey scooted her hips down, and raised her skirt. Her hand began to jiggle her bare and exposed nub. I didn’t care who saw me, I dropped to my knees, and sucked her pussy into my mouth. Stacey moved her hand, placing it on the back of my head, and pushed my face forcefully into her spread sex. I forcefully licked her clit: broad strokes, quick flicks, long rakes. “Make me cum, don’t tease,” she whispered in a hiss.
Sucking in her hard clit, I wagged my tongue back and forth. Her body clenched as her orgasm finally released. I kept wiggling my tongue against her convulsing clit as she bucked her hips against me. Biting her lip to keep her moans muffled, Stacey quivered under me until she pushed my head away. Every now and then she would vocalize her pleasure out loud, blending in with the audience’s occasional gasps, and shrieks at the movie. I quickly sat in my chair, gave a quick look around and was relieved we had gone undetected. As she pressed against her throbbing pussy with one hand, I grabbed her other to stroke my once again hard cock while we kissed her juices off my face.
I was again denied as the movie was ending. My cock was purple and red, angry at its burden of torture. My balls ached with another denial of release. We ran out of the theater: Stacey a little disshelved, me a little frustrated. I saw the restroom and led her this time. I quickly looked inside; it was empty! Grabbing her arm I pulled her in forcefully, and closed us inside the handicap stall.
My cock was still half-hard and was leaving a large wet stain in my pants. Stacey knew what I wanted and dropped to her knees as she yanked the waist band down my legs. My cock sprang out, begging for her mouth to take it. Stacey obliged, and sucked in its whole length. I moaned loudly as I grabbed her head to fuck her mouth. She wrapped her lips around my swollen glans head, and pumped my shaft with a tight vice grip.
“Yeah baby,” I hoarsely whispered, “Suck my cum out.” My hips began to flex in timed rhythm with her hand strokes. She scratched my balls just as they retracted into my body, ready to jettison their bounty. I rose to my toes as I felt my vas fill with cream.
I held my breath and bit my tongue to subdue my groan as I released my quim. Stacey felt my shudder and kept her hand still, using only her thumb to rub against the v-notch just under the pee hole. Her mouth was a vacuum, sucking all I had to give her. My body released and recoiled for every shot I could give her, as I was in pain from her mouth painfully clamped down around its ultra-sensitive head. She swallowed every drop, not even a drip came out to trace down her chin. I meekly smiled as our eyes met, her mouth still around my cockhead. Her eyes lit up as she engulfed my deflating shaft, burying her nose in my small patch of pubic hair. Raking her tongue against the underside of my shaft, she milked any last remnants of cum out me, before pulling me out of her.
Standing, she smiled devilishly as she kissed me. Her cum coated tongue enter my mouth and I tasted my salty essence. My, for the time being, satiated cock deflated and I pulled my pants up. Voices had by now entered the restroom so we stayed put until the coast was clear. At our first opportunity, we raced out giggling to ourselves, just what the place of happiness is supposed to make you do.
