I was standing alone, even though there were crowds everywhere. I was at the famous Coney Island Amusement Park just upriver from Cincinnati. I was from a very small river town just a little further upriver called Duck Run.
I had heard about Coney Island all my life, but even though it was just a few short miles from Duck Run, this was my first visit. I'm Alice Farmer an 18-year-old girl that had never been anywhere.
I was mesmerized by the sight of Ole Joe the Roller Coaster. It was reportedly the highest and fastest roller coaster in the land. Looked mighty scary to me.
"Looks like you want to ride Ole Joe," came a voice from my left. I turned to see a grinning chubby face man wearing a bowler hat.
I stammered out, "I would be afraid to ride that monster mister, besides I don't have the fare."
"I can fix that. Come ride it with me, I will pay the fare for us both," he replied.
"I thank you kind sir but I'm still too scared," I said.
"Nothing to be afraid of lass, Old Toby will be there to protect you. And besides, have you seen anyone riding Ole Joe harmed?" He asked.
I had to admit I hadn't seen anyone harmed.
"Come on girl, let's give it a go," he said.
He took my hand and I was reluctantly led me to the line for Ole Joe. When it came our turn, Toby led me to the last seat in the train. Once securely in, I had a change of heart and wanted to leave, but the train had begun to move slowly forward. Like it or not, I was going to ride Ole Joe.
As the train began it slow ascent on the first high peak, I panicked, and grabbed Toby around the neck and held on for dear life. As we rolled over the peak and headed down, I screamed like a banshee, as the train was flying down the slope. I was never so scared in my life.
It was a jolt when we hit bottom and started up the second peak. The second peak was like déjà vu all over again. The rest of the ride was not nearly as scary except for very fast turn around a corner.
As the coaster was coming back into the station, I realized Toby had his hand under my flour sack dress and had worked a finger into my pussy and I was about to orgasm. The thrill of the ride was nothing to compare to my oncoming orgasm.
When the orgasm overcame me, I feinted. The operators of the ride assumed I had feinted from the ride. But nothing could be further from the truth. Although a virgin, I had masturbated to orgasms before, but nothing like the orgasm I had from Toby fingering me, as we rode Old Joe.