8/22/13
He was a rebel and I was happy to go along for the thrill. We snuck into an amusement park after closing. How he had a Master Key for the rides, I’ll never know. We played around on the carousel, rocked the Ferris Wheel, ran through the fun house, but there was one ride I will never forget.
“Come on Cindy.” He looked like an 80s rebel-without-a-cause cliché. And boy did I follow him like a puppy-dog. I took his fingerless-gloved hand. I rested my head on his shoulder; staring at his gold dangle dagger earring, as he led me to the platform.
He turned to me, removed my cardigan, as his lips caressed mine, gently at first. His hand roamed and groped my ass, lifting the skirt of my dress. May panties slowly drifted to the platform and he knelt, his head under my sundress.
“Roger,” I moaned, unable to stand, as he spread my lips apart, Strawberry patches splotched across my chest, as my arousal hazed my thoughts.
“Come with me.” He licked his lips as he stood, dragging me along.
I whimpered from the loss of heat and the abrupt stop. He took me to the rollercoaster. “Roger?” I turned; he had already set it up and returned, rolling a condom over himself.
He sat in a seat; his erect cock waiting for me to mount it. Roger fingered me to come over with a dark look in his eyes. Unsure, I meekly went over and he guided me to sit on him.
“What if I fall out?” I gasped at the fullness.
“I won’t let you go baby,” he said through a groan, as I slid up and down his dick. He pulled the handle bar down behind me.
“How?” I was about to ask about it would go, when Roger pulled a latch, and we were off.
Looking deep into his eyes, as we rose up the first climb, my heart raced. At the peak I clung hard to him. The drop was breathtaking—literally. It was deeper than I’d ever experienced. Each turn, each rattle, each rock and clack, edged me. My eyes were now tightly squeezed, as we began another ascension. My body was firing, ready to burst. And on the last drop it did. I screamed, digging my face into his neck, squeezing my thighs.
“Ffffuck, Cindy,” he hissed into my ear, as we pulled back into the line behind thee other cars.