Carousel 3

Carousel

They had been driving aimlessly since before sunset, the wind through the open roof blowing her hair, billowing her light top and cute skirt, the music moving them both, singing together over the sounds of the evening as it turned to night. There was no planned destination or agenda (or so she thought), just two lovers enjoying each other's company on moonlight drive.

It was just past midnight when he wheeled into the dark parking lot by the lake. The wind and music were suddenly replaced by waves and crickets and this created a bit of sensory switch overload. She felt an overwhelming urge to kiss him, so she captured his face in her hands and they shared a long, sensual embrace. After their lips parted, she continued to hold his face. He looked deep into her eyes he whispered, "I have a surprise for you."

"What?" she asked

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"Patience", he smirked, "You'll like it." He walked around and opened the car door for her. He couldn't help but admire her perfectly shaped legs as she emerged from the car. The left leg had been the canvas for his finger drawings for the last several hours, inching higher and higher, as she was reclined in the leather seat, singing with her eyes closed.

As they walked away from the lot she saw a structure looming in the darkness. Was it a building? A pavilion? A picnic shelter? He took a few quick steps ahead of her, turned to face her and whistled loud. She heard the hard sound of breakers being switched as the darkness was replaced by panels and banks of bright lights. It was a Carousel. And not the parking lot carnival towed on a trailer kind...a genuine structure. Thousands of lights, hundreds of mirrors and dozens of ornate sculpted horses lit up the night before her.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened.

"M'Lady, "he said in a fake accent, "Stallion or Steed, Filly or Mare, the entire paddock is for your choosing." He finished with a bow as his arm swept towards the glowing structure.

She stepped gingerly towards the giant ride, turning to ask, "Why? How?"

"I promised you different, and I always deliver. Satisfaction guaranteed", he winked as he boasted.

As she strolled along the platform, she gently stroked the gleaming brass poles, and patted the solid hind quarters of each life sized beast. She chose a brilliant white filly, with a black saddle, head and tail up, appearing to be prancing. He helped her up, holding her bum a split second longer than he had to. She responded with a smiling 'mmm'. She was wearing only a thong under her skirt, so the cool, smooth hardness of the saddle gave her a little quiver of delight.

Beside her he mounted a charging stallion, all black save for a white blaze on its face and the cuffs at its hoofs. You could almost hear it snorting madly. He threw a thumbs up and she noticed the Operator behind the glass look down and flip some switches.

The giant machine jerked to life, then smoothed out almost immediately. At speed the rhythmic rise and fall was stimulating and it sounded like a carnival. She looked in the mirror to her left and saw her hair was flowing like a mane, and her light top fluttering like a flag. The excitement and the cool breeze from the lake made her nipples stand out and she caught his eyes fixing on them in her mirror view. She turned to look at him, his rise at her fall and saw the wide grin he was wearing, eyes twinkling. He was standing in the stirrups, his response to her pert nipples was clear, he was sporting a bulge.

As they passed the booth she noted the Operator had disappeared. This emboldened her. Gripping her thighs tight to the hard saddled horse, she unbuttoned her top, letting her breasts free to the night air. She returned her grasp to the smooth brass pole and looked at him. He was mesmerized by what he was watching. She winked at him as she started to stroke the gleaming metal pole with both hands.

His jaw dropped. He couldn't look away.

She blew him a kiss and then proceeded to lick the polished rod in a long, slow motion, her eyes locked on his. In leaning forward to lick the pole, she bumped the saddle horn with her clit. This sent shivers down her spine and a tingle to her already moist pussy. She couldn't believe how aroused she was, and he was enjoying every second of it.

She looked back at the mirror, and was amazed at what she saw. The reflections were having the same erotic adventure that she was on and this turned her on even more. She could feel the dampness in her thong as she watched mirror-man shed his t-shirt with one hand and tuck it into the back pocket of his jeans. Taking his cue, mirror-lady held her arms back like wings and her blouse fluttered off, only to be wrapped around another pole a few horses back.

Feeling brave and free, she grips the saddle horn in one hand, and uses the other hand to rub the top in a polishing motion. Mirror-man almost lost his balance and had to sit down. She giggles to herself and bites her lip as she makes her next move, wrapping her feet around the pole, she locks her ankles together. Releasing the horn she leans back on her elbows and grasps the tail where it exits the hard body. The wind blows her skirt around her waist, exposing just a small triangle of white satin. The wind on her pussy is delicious, and she turns to see what the mirror couple looks like now. Mirror-lady laying supine, and the phallic looking saddle horn gave her another idea...she slid herself forward a bit and rubbed her satin covered slit against the hard varnished wood. She let out a mew that no one else could hear. Glancing at mirror-man she saw he was grasping himself through his jeans, rolling his bulge like he was milking himself, his face frozen in awe. She sits back up and, hugging the horses neck, starts humping the saddle horn, looking directly at him and licking her lips.

That was his cue. He brought his right leg over and both feet shared a stirrup for a few seconds. He stretched his left foot to hook her right stirrup, holding both poles as his legs pumped up and down with the horses. When the time was right he releases his steed and mounts hers. He slides in behind her, grasping the pole in front of her. As his bulge bumps against her butt cheeks this pushes her clit a little harder into the horn, she releases a starter orgasm and a small moan.

His arms have her caged now, so she reaches behind her, looking for him. Thankfully he isn't wearing a belt, and his jeans have buttons instead of a zipper. She frees him and takes him with both hands behind her back. He is so hard as she fondles him, her thumb finding a drop of pre-cum at the tip and she smears it around a little. She can actually hear him moan as she does that, in spite of all the sound and fury around them. His voice is in her ear now. "Do you think you can turn around?"

Gymnastics and Pole Dancing classes are about to pay off as she swivels with both legs to her chest and faces him. Wrapping her legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders, she lifts herself just enough that he can let go of the brass pole with one hand and steady his pole and slide her thong aside with his thumb. She lowers herself and they lock eyes as her soaking wet pussy envelops his hardness. As soon as he is all the way in, she kisses him deep, sucking his tongue as far into her mouth as she can.

He feels amazing inside her, and the humping rhythm of the ride is just enough movement that she has another little orgasm. The ride seems to be speeding up and at each acme and valley he's a little deeper in her, and the hard saddle horn bumps her bum. She looks over at the couple in the mirror and what she sees is so hot she has another spontaneous orgasm, this one a little more intense.

He feels the contraction and the warm little gush dripping off his balls but he manages to hang on. He knows she is just starting.

Mirror-lady bites her lip as she comes the third time. Then she wraps her arms around his neck and starts humping on him, about 3 or 4 bumps to every rise and fall of the horse. Resting her chin on his shoulder, their nipples touching each other's chest, she is sweating in the night air. Pausing humping to grind on him for a bit she sees inside the booth. The Operator is there now, leaning back in his chair, his face lit by the control panel, and his wide smile says it all...he's enjoying the show. Knowing there is a real Voyeur somehow makes it more exciting for her now.

She reaches down and grabs his ass to get him deeper. He is talking deep in her ear, telling her how hot and wet she is as if she didn't know. He feels her gripping his ass and emits a guttural moan in her ear. She starts humping faster and he responds by standing a bit and dropping in the saddle. When he times the drop for when the horse bottoms out, he goes so deep she lets out a little 'mew' or an 'oh' every time.

Her clit is so swollen now from rubbing against the stubble at the base of his shaft, she thinks she's going to explode. Her fingernails digging deeper into his ass tells him she's getting close to orgasm. His deep voice rumbles in her ear as coaches her, "Come on baby! Gimme! I waaaant it! Let it GOOOooooo!"

She can't talk, all she can do is grunt and gasp every time his butt hits the saddle. She turns back to watch the mirror couple and it is the hottest thing she's ever seen. She watches as mirror -- man releases the pole with one hand, and slides that hand down mirror -- lady's back...his hand is between the saddle horn and her butt now.

She is close. Every bump pushes her a little closer. He starts to groan in her ear, flexing his cock and simultaneously slipping a finger in her anus.

That was it.

Mirror-lady bit mirror-man's shoulder and dug her nails hard into his ass. Her pussy contracted in waves of spasms as she orgasmed. Her legs stiffened and her back arched. She released her jaw lock on his shoulder, and tried to make words but all that would come out were a guttural and grunt-like "Uhh!" and "Ahhhhh!" Each wave pumped more creamy liquid from her, which by now was dripping off his balls and puddling on the saddle and floor of the ride.

Her pulsations have a milking effect on his cock, and his orgasm is beyond his control. Each squeeze of hers draws more from him, all he can do is hang on, jaw clenched and a gravelly growl coming from the back of his throat.

Wave after wave after wave pulses through her, each one starting in her chest and flushing downward to her knees; a million nerve endings inside and outside of her sparking. Between each event, she has a split second to catch a breath; even then she starts to see black.

After an indeterminable number of waves, her body relaxes and she collapses on him. Her arms and legs drape over him like a rag doll now, as she settles her cheek to his chest. The odd random twitch was still escaping her pelvis, and he would respond with a flex of his own every time.

She opened her eyes and mirror couple were also basking in the afterglow, his head resting on the top of hers, his hand stroking her hair softly.

Completely drained, she summons the energy to sit up and look him in eyes again. She mouthed the words, "Oh. My. God." And they kissed long and slow. As they hug each other, foreheads touching, she senses him waving his hand. Likely a signal, she surmises. She's right, and the machine slows, the horses cycling slower until they come to rest. She looks over and sees mirror -- lady has a very satisfied smile on her face.

He dismounts first and helps her down, her legs like rubber under her. She steadies herself by holding the horn, looking at the puddle on the saddle and floor. He retrieves her top, and as he's walking back towards her, she sees he is attempting to cover the stain on the front of his jeans with his t-shirt.

As he helps her on with her top he asks, "Well?"

Without hesitating, she swirls around and kisses him, "Just like you said...satisfaction guaranteed."

One last glance at mirror -- lady and they both nod in agreement.

Epilogue:

As he helps her down the stairs on her wobbly legs, he calls out to the Operator, "Thanks Bud!" Looking in the direction of the booth, she sees the Operator give him a thumbs up, beside him a cheerleader cute redhead is wiping her lips, a wet spot on her white t-shirt. No wonder he was smiling...