Soichiro Irons

Carnival Girl Fuck

Adrian had just about had enough of the stupid carnival.

He’d already been once, and only once, with some of his coworkers. They’d promised him that the ladies would be crawling all over the stupid place; he’d be ‘unable to fend them off’. It had been a crock of shit, of course — the only girls that had been there were either middle-aged redneck grandmothers or seven year old girls.

The closest he’d gotten had been some light flirting with a hot young thing over a glass of warm beer — which then proceeded to be poured onto his head by her hulking possessive boyfriend, whom she’d failed to mention throughout their conversation.

Needless to say, he hadn’t been too excited about his brother’s request to take him and his daughter there on one of his precious days off of work. His license had been suspended, and his ex-wife was out of town for the weekend. It would be his daughter’s only chance to see the carnival before the end of summer break, and they had literally no other way to get there without him.

After much persuasion and a little begging, Adrian reluctantly gave the okay — what were uncles for, after all? Besides, he needed a change of pace. His on-again, off-again girlfriend Charisse had dumped him once more…blaming him for all the faults of life, as usual.

For the most part, he was tired of dealing with her altogether — but it was hard to argue with her when her tits were rubbing against his chin. She may have been a bitch, but damned if she didn’t fuck like a tigress.

Until she came back around again, though, he needed a change of scenery…and so he found himself at the carnival once more. It really wasn’t that bad of a place, he decided; there were a lot of decent rides, including an enormous Ferris wheel and several rickety rollercoasters.

That wasn’t to mention the countless smaller venues they had crammed into the tiny area. Were it not for Charisse and the sour mood she’d invoked in him, he might have found the place kind of fun.

After walking around a bit, however, Adrian realized that the atmosphere had changed since the last time he’d walked the midway. Where before the place had been overrun with kids and their grandparents, now there was an overwhelming college crowd that had taken over the place.

He had felt like he’d been invading an old folks home before; now all he could see were girls that barely passed for eighteen bouncing all over the place, collecting huge teddy bears from their young jock boyfriends.

Adrian felt a little out of place. He wasn’t too old for this crowd yet, but he was getting there. At least he almost looked like some of the seniors. At twenty-four, he had managed to keep himself in pretty decent shape. Most people wouldn’t consider him ‘built’, per say, but he’d spent enough time at the gym to stay slim and even pack on some muscle.

He’d had his fair share of lovers, but — with the exception of Charisse — he hadn’t managed to keep any of them for more than a handful of dates. He wasn’t sure why, though that had never bothered him all that much…he enjoyed the variety.

Well, being surrounded by hot, perky teenagers certainly wasn’t the worst way to spend an afternoon. He saw a few lookers and got excited, only to discover them uninterested or taken one way or another.

After about an hour of this disappointment, he was about ready to drag his brother and niece back to the car so that he could get the hell out of there — until he noticed her. She was leaning against the wall of the Hall of Mirrors, casually picking at a wad of cotton candy.

Short, black hair with faded crimson streaks stopped at her chin. She was dressed in black jeans and a white tank-top that revealed the slightest bit of smooth, creamy midriff. There was a piercing in her right eyebrow, but no others that Adrian could see from a distance. Her breasts seemed to swell against the tight shirt.

Her eyes shot up at him then, and he saw her piercing gaze for the first time. They were deep blue, the color of the sky — and they were intense. She gazed at him curiously for a moment before dumping the nearly-empty bag of cotton candy into the trash can and taking a few brisk steps in his direction.

“See anything you like?” the girl said. Her voice was low and sensual.

Adrian was a little taken aback by her boldness, but he kept his expression neutral. “That all depends, doesn’t it?”

“On what?”

“On whether or not who I’m looking at is interested.”

“She just might be.” She smirked at him and placed her hands behind her head, rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her shirt inched up and down with each bob.

“More or less available, anyways. I technically have a boyfriend, but he’s a dick — he didn’t want to go to the carnival with me today. Too busy playing shooter-games with his online friends than spend time with his so-called girlfriend.”

“He sounds like a real charmer,” Adrian replied, though his attention was mostly focused on the slow, rhythmic movement of her shirt.

“He’s a dick,” she repeated. “Fuck him — not that he’d be interested in that activity. Trust me, I’ve been trying for a while now. What about yourself, Bright Eyes? Why are you here all by your lonesome?”

Thinking back to Charisse, he shrugged. “We’re broken up again. She’s mad at me for some stupid crap that’s not my fault, and we’re not really speaking to each other.”

“Her loss,” the girl went on with a smirk. She held out her hand. “Serena.”

He shook it. “Adrian.”

“You wanna hang out?” she asked, flashing a wide smile. He noticed as she spoke that her tongue was pierced as well. The metal bulb glinted against the midday sun.

“Sure,” he replied, feeling truly hopeful for the first time since getting out of his car. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well,” Serena replied, putting a finger to her mouth in mock concentration, “the first thing that needs to happen is you winning me one of those huge bears that all those other bitches got from their men. If this is going to be a proper date at the carnival, we need to do it right.”

They walked to where the games of chance were lined up in a row. There were ring tosses, basketball throws and milk can toppling games, but Serena walked past them all without a second glance. She stopped at the shooting gallery, where a shifty looking carnie was cat-calling to whoever walked past.

“That one,” she said, pointing to a light brown bear that was nearly as big as she was. He had no idea what she planned to do with the thing, assuming that he won it at all.

“Well, hotshot?” the carnie asked Adrian. “Try the luck, shoot the ducks. Get your pretty lady a prize — all the other boys have one so far.”

The game didn’t look all that complicated. Small, yellow ducks traveled down a fake pond on a blue conveyer belt, and the challenger was supposed to shoot them down with a pellet rifle. According to the sign above the stall, the largest prize required five hits in a row without missing.

Adrian forked over some cash and took the weapon off of the table, flashing a cocky smile at the carnie as he did so. The ducks were easy targets — his dad had been taking him hunting several times a year since he was six. He knocked seven of the plastic birds off of the belt before the carnie stopped him with a grunt.

“You already won the bear, chief. Stop knocking over the damn ducks; I have to pick all that shit up again.”

The man half-threw the enormous teddy bear at him, and Serena smiled broadly when he handed it over to her. Despite its size, she had no trouble holding onto it. She was obviously stronger than he’d given her credit for.

“You’re a good shot,” she remarked, stroking the stuffed animal lightly on the head.

“Thanks,” he replied, smiling at her praise. “Do you have any other good ideas?”

“Beer. That’s my idea.”

Adrian looked her up and down skeptically. “Are you even twenty-one?”

“Sure, I’m twenty-one…or so,” she replied with an impish grin.

“I’m not getting an underaged-”

“Come on, Adrian,” she interrupted, entwining her hands around his neck. They were hot to the touch. “Please?”

“I don’t-” he stammered, unable to form his mouth into words. She smelled sweet, like berries. Adrian wondered if it came from the cotton candy she’d been munching on before they’d started talking.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Serena whispered into his ear.

Thirty minutes later, they were sitting under an oak tree near the Ferris wheel, each cradling their second cups of beer. They had exhausted the normal first-date chatter — weather, jobs, family and the like — and Serena had opted to people watch as the crowd skipped from ride to ride and booth to booth.

Adrian had no issues with this; he was content to simply gaze at Serena out of the corner of his eye. He watched her dark hair dance in the wind, and he desperately wanted to reach out his hand to stroke her skin.

Despite her slightly emo appearance, she was soft and delicate, funny and sweet — a vast difference from the hard-edged women he’d seemed to attract lately. Charisse was a lot of things, but ‘soft’ and ‘sweet’ weren’t anywhere near the top ten.

“See anything you like?” Serena said suddenly without turning to face him. She took another sip of beer as she smirked in his direction.

Adrian chuckled, remembering the first words she’d said to him. “Actually, I do.”

“What do you see?”

“You.”

She turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow. Her smirk hadn’t faded yet. “What’s so interesting about me?”

Adrian shook his head. “Where would you like me to start? You’re gorgeous from head to toe. I love listening to you laugh. You’re a fun person to be with. I thought that this little trip to the carnival was going to be shit, but you made it really awesome just by being here. I don’t want this day to end.”

Serena blushed and looked down, seeming to be at a loss for words. She picked at a few blades of grass before turning up her chin towards him, sending a coy look in his direction. “So…what are you waiting for?”

He gently took her cup and set it on the ground next to them before placing his hand against the back of her head and drawing her close. When their lips met, the impact was like a wave crashing against him. The closeness of her and the way her tender lips pressed against his own all melted together into a moment that seemed to last forever.

Adrian started to draw away after a moment, expecting the kiss to be over — but she grabbed his neck frantically and pulled him back onto the grass. Her hands were caressing him from his cheeks to the base of his neck, stroking and lightly scratching him as she pressed her lips against his own.

Her tongue darted against and around his, which was both playful and frantic at the same time. Adrian felt his cock begin to swell against the fabric of his jeans, and his hands were almost to her breasts before he reluctantly stopped himself.

“Wait,” Adrian mumbled against her insistent kisses. “Wait, wait. We can’t do this here.”

Her eyelids fluttered open and her dark eyes were glaring at him. They were different than they had been earlier — they were just as intense as they had been before, but there was something else there too. They fluttered around frantically, desperately waiting for an explanation for the delay. He figured that Serena was silently pleading with him to continue what had been started.

“We can’t do this here,” he repeated, gesturing to the people who had stopped walking nearby. Indeed, something of a small crowd had gathered, staring open-mouthed at the bold couple. An old pair of blue-haired women sneered down at them and their obvious lack of discretion, and one of the few school children who’d showed up was snickering at them from the other side of the path.

“Fuck them,” Serena stammered, trying to kiss him again.

Adrian held her back gently, willing her to listen. “If this continues,” he whispered, “it’s going to escalate, and we’ll be arrested if we do anything right here. I’d rather not get into that kind of trouble today, no matter how much I want it to happen.”

For a moment it looked as though she was about to argue again, but her better judgment prevailed as she hopped to her feet. She grabbed his arm to help him stand, and together they pushed past the small crowd, drinks in hand and leaving her stuffed bear behind.

Adrian wasn’t entirely sure where she was leading him, but he had no real preference one way or another as long as he was with Serena. That being said, he couldn’t help smiling when he saw where they’d stopped.

“Isn’t this a little cliche?” Adrian asked.

The Tunnel of Love wasn’t very busy compared to the rest of the carnival — there were only five other couples in line. Enormous pink swan boats floated into a large, cavernous opening and disappeared into the penetrating darkness of the ride.

It was enormous compared to the other attractions, looking like it had been built from an old, grandiose warehouse. He actually hadn’t seen any Tunnels of Love outside of the cartoons he’d watched growing up, and Adrian couldn’t believe he was actually about to go into one.

Serena sighed as she seemed to have the same idea. “This isn’t really my scene either, Adrian, but I don’t really have any better ideas. Do you?”

Adrian looked around, seeing her point. The only other indoor rides were bumper cars and mini-rollercoasters, and those seemed like they were more geared towards making people nauseous rather than horny. That wasn’t really the kind of fun he had in mind.

“Besides,” Serena continued huskily, “it’s traditional, isn’t it? Romantic or whatever?”

“Can’t argue with that,” Adrian replied as they were loaded onto one of the gaudy, aged swans. It tilted and swayed with their added weight. They placed their beers into the small, old cup holders that were hanging down on either side of their seats. With a wink, the creepy old carnie that had loaded them in pulled down on the wooden lever on the dock. Slowly, they floated into the swirling blackness of the ride.

Once inside, there wasn’t much to look at other than the bright pink backgrounds and floating cartoon hearts. Adrian wasn’t sure who the ride had been geared towards, but it certainly wasn’t he or Serena. He assumed that it had been built to cater to the younger crowd — to the fifth graders whose idea of dating was holding hands on the playground.

For her part, Serena didn’t even seem to notice the silly surroundings. As soon as they were away from the dock and lost in the darkness, she attacked Adrian with all the pent-up lust she’d been holding on to since they’d left the oak tree. She was at his neck, softly kissing and biting his skin at intervals up to his ears, where she whispered his name softly.

“You know that they’ve probably got cameras in here, right?” Adrian asked as her hand found its way to his crotch.

“I hope that they enjoy the show then,” Serena shot back, sounding entirely unconcerned. She forcefully yanked down his zipper and shoved her small hand inside, feeling around his boxer shorts and pulling out his cock. It wasn’t as big as the ones in the pornos, but it did the job. What it lacked in absurd length, however, it made up for in thickness. Even Charisse had been impressed, and she’d never been known to candy coat things like that.

Serena didn’t, however, linger in that area. Once his shaft was exposed, Serena seemed perfectly content to travel her hands up and down the length of his body, feeling under his shirt and entwining her fingers with the hairs on his chest. Her legs curled upwards onto the seat and she positioned them to where she was making a bridge over Adrian’s own legs — his cock standing at attention directly underneath the back of her knees, only inches away from the fabric that was covering her pussy.

Alright, then, Adrian thought to himself. If she wants to play, we’ll play.

Taking the initiative, he pulled her hands into his own and held them against the back of the swan boat. He then lowered his lips to the base of her neck, nipping playfully at the exposed skin there. She let out her breath in an aroused sigh as he touched his tongue against her, tasting her skin. She tasted sweet, once again reminding him of the berries he’d smelled earlier.

He lowered his hands and caressed her gently down the sides of her body, running them back up along her soft stomach and around to the small of her back. He slipped his hand behind her and up the back of her shirt, rubbing her along the gentle slope of her spine. He noticed, belatedly, that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Serena seemed to be having a harder time with the teasing than he had. Though he’d released her hands, they remained pressed against the back of the boat, and Adrian could hear her fingernails clawing uselessly against the aged plastic finish.

Her breathing had become ragged, and her eyes were shut as she shivered in pleasure from his touch. Her legs pressed up against his chest, and she dove forward to mash her lips against his.

“And you didn’t want to go on this ride,” she whispered amorously as she pulled away, slipping out of his grasp and dropping down to the floor of the boat. The swan rocked back and forth from the motion, but Adrian hardly noticed as she pressed the head of his cock against her lips. Her mouth opened, and he stifled a moan as he felt the length of his shaft slide down her throat.

He ran his fingers through her silky hair as she let her mouth travel up and down the length of his dick, feeling her lips bathe his cock from top to bottom. She lingered near the head, playfully flicking it with the metal stud in her tongue before returning her attention to the shaft again. Adrian groaned with anticipation, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to last long against her assault.

He hadn’t had a blowjob in years — Charisse refused to give or receive oral, for whatever reason — and he realized then how much he’d been missing them. As for Serena, she was no amateur; each fluttering movement of her tongue, her hot breath against its length, the way she moaned against it when it filled her mouth…it all brought him nearly to the brink of pleasure before leaving him wanting more. She was slowly driving him crazy with her expert motions, and the little minx knew it.

With a jerk, she maneuvered the whole length of his cock all the way down her throat, feeling like he was nearly bottoming out inside of her. The mixture of the tightness and the taboo of what they were doing were all too much. Adrian could feel himself stiffening in preparation for something enormous.

“Serena…I’m gonna…” he stammered, not managing to finish his statement.

Serena had heard him, of course, but she didn’t move away. If anything, she pressed her lips down even harder against his skin. He obviously hadn’t reached his limit inside of her, as she continued to press him deeper into her throat. Her hand reached up into his pants and she caressed his balls, fondling them in unison with the movement of her mouth against his cock.

The stimulation was too much. With a groan, Adrian unleashed his cum inside of her like he’d never done before. He felt like he was unloading everything he had into Serena’s mouth, but she didn’t even flinch. As if she’d been expecting nothing less, she swallowed everything she’d been given. A small strand of white rolled off of her lips and onto her chin, but she pushed it back into her mouth with a gentle finger.