Message-ID: <2558eli$9708011041@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Hildegarde Bingen" Subject: Zero-G (mf, carnival rides) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199708010727.AAA10453@f2.hotmail.com> Just the other day we traded fantasies. "What would you like me to do to you?" I asked. "What are your fantasies?" I was fishing for something that I could spring on him the next time I took his wonderful, sensuous, erotic body to my bed, but what came out of his mouth, in all seriousness, was, "Zero-G." "Zero-G?" I know I sounded confused. I was. I wondered if that was some new amatory art that I'd not heard of before (I mean, "around the world" could mean "orbiting in outer space" - and when I do it to a man, that's exactly what it does mean!) But no, he was into the serious sci-fi fantasy, wanting to know what it'd be like to fuck in a place where gravity had no meaning, where free-fall was your normal environment. Hmmmmmmm. I'd had a chance before to take a shuttle flight. I was selected for the team that was doing biomedical software/hardware. At the last minute the program was scrubbed as Rockwell got the contract. Good thing, or I'd have been on the Challenger at exactly the wrong time... but that was neither here nor there. I couldn't even remotely hope to get us both on the Shuttle, and that's the only place where I'd find zero-G. But wait... you're in free fall when you parachute, right up until the moment you pull the cord... nah. Too short a time in free fall for the kind of lovemaking we were into, and besides, the real reason that I didn't go contract in ROTC was the simple fact that nothing was gonna make me dive out of a perfectly good plane... Where else can I find free fall? Rollercoasters? No, most of them have some rough back-and-forth that's like to take your teeth out, even if you aren't engaged in non-regulation passenger posture. But wait... you know, the State Fair in Dallas is just winding down, and I know these guys working the Midway... That's it! Just wait until I spring this one on him! When we got into the car, I had him put on a blindfold. "You have got to be kidding," he said, somewhat playfully. "You think that this is going to stop the backseat driving?" Gently I explained that this was the start of a, well, _special_ evening, and the surprise would be lost if he didn't play along. He allowed me to hoodwink him thoroughly, and was introspective for the short ride. Nice to have friends in weird places. Mike and Ron had gotten me an employee parking pass, so I pulled up just behind the Midway, less than ten minutes before the State Fair closed down. I led the way (blindman's bluff, indeed. With the kind of "guidance" he was getting from the places his hands were, I was already wet and ready! Amazing how that man can find and tweak a nipple even when he can't see it... maybe he uses a radar detection system that women aren't privy to...) Mike and Ron were just where they said they'd be, and as they saw me, they cut the big lights that illuminated this end of the now-deserted Midway. "Stand right here, and DO NOT peek," I told him. He stood quietly, expectantly, his erection causing a tugging sense of electricity in my loins as I spotted it. Reluctantly I tore my eyes away from his tribute to me, and went over and conferred briefly with my accomplices. Then I returned to my lover, and led him up the short stairs, and onto what appeared to be a full-sized Spanish galleon, hanging from a gigantic A-frame rig. This was my favorite carnival ride in the world, and Ron and Mike had let me have hour-long rides all by myself before after the Fair closed down. Tonight they would let me have that, and maybe a bit more as well. Their payment was in the watching. I noticed both men had binoculars... I took him all the way to the far end, to what would be the stern if this was a real ship. I had him stand while I knelt in front of him and unfastened his jeans. His hands went swiftly to my shoulders for balance when I freed his beautiful, hard cock, and slid its hot, waiting length deep into my mouth. I love sucking cock. It's a curious combination of power and powerlessness, domination and submission... I'm in complete control of the man and his cock, in control of his pleasure, but his hands are on my head, tangled in my hair, almost forcing me to allow him in me, setting the pace... mmmm, thinking about it even makes me wet! Now I was in control, totally. With the blindfold, he was forced to keep his balance as best he could, and just _experience_. I took his length into my mouth, slid my lips over the head, along the ridged veins standing out on the shaft, taking it all until my nose was buried in his hair, my tongue just licking out to touch his balls. That got a gasp from him! I kept one arm around his hips, stroking his ass, while the other hand made its way under my skirt and to my dripping slit (of course I never wear panties on special dates! They just get lost every time...) I stroked my fingers down the swollen lips and plunged them deep into my open pussy, while simultaneously I stroked my lips down the shaft of the silky cock in my mouth, loving the sensation of having a cock plunging down my throat while my fingers were plunging into my dripping cunt. I kept sucking and licking and nibbling and stroking his cock, relishing each stroke as my tongue travelled up and down his rod, holding his cock tightly with my lips, even while my fingers traced circles around my clit, making me moan around the cock in my mouth. Now my fingers were very wet, and I brought them between his legs, using the tips to tease the sensitive area behind his balls, probing his tight asshole just a bit with one slick finger. He thrust his hips forward involuntarily as I slipped the finger into his ass, gasping and moaning dangerously. I could taste a bit of salty pre-come, so now was the time to stop this, unless I wanted to entertain Ron and Mike up close and personal while my lover recovered from shooting hot come into my eager mouth. (Sigh) not tonight... tonight I had other plans for my lover... While I could have managed without removing my skirt or blouse, that wouldn't be nearly as much fun for Ron or Mike to watch. Nor would I have had the thrill of possible discovery each moment that I was naked on the Midway of the largest State Fair in the U.S. Quietly, I told my lover to sit, and helped him find the bench seat behind him before taking off every stitch. The cold seat had dampened his ardor just a bit, but the feel of my hot, wet pussy as I straddled his lap facing him caused an instant revival, and his engorged cock seemed to slide into my cunt of its own accord. He started to question, but I placed a finger across his lips and said, "Shhhhh." I guided his hands to the lap-bar behind me. We couldn't lock it down, but if he wasn't holding on, we might actually become orbital. Then I gave the high sign to Mike, who was waiting with a big grin at the controls, and with a loud sound of hydraulics, the big ship began to rock back and forth, slowly at first, but gaining height and momentum on ever swing. The first abrupt lurch startled my love, and I could see that he wanted to look very badly. Self-control won out, though, and he kept his hands firmly on the bar. Did he recognize this ride? Had he ever been on one? Three swings, four, each felt like a gentle ride on a child's swing. His cock pierced me gently at the peak of each arc. By the fifth and six swings, there was starting to be a perceptible bit of "I left my stomach back there..." as the boat reached the apex of its swing and began to drop again. On each pass, the hydraulics kicked the ride, just like a kid "pumping" his swing, and each kick on the upswing was matched by an answering thrust from the hard cock on which I was impaled. The boat swung up and up, finally the horizontal plane of the keel was perfectly perpendicular to the ground at the top of each swing, and the stern where we were was describing three-quarters of a full circle through the entire forward-and-back cycle of the swing. We were five stories high at the top. There was a slight hesitation at the apex, a moment when we both gasped for air, then the boat went rocketing down and back up the other side before pausing again. I counted, one... two... three... four... five... (we were at the bottom)... six... seven... eight... nine... top again, breathe, and DOWN! That was about ten seconds of free fall for each pass! As we fell, my lover's cock thrust into me again and again, pounding me so hard that I was afraid he'd never be able to keep his grip, I'd fly into space and be lost... oh my god... this felt like... oh god... heaven!... oh, yes! oh god, yes! Mike and Ron had to be able to hear my screams by now. Hell, all of downtown Dallas probably could hear me! My arms were wrapped around my lover, and I bent to fasten my lips on his as we fell, our tongues battling, the connection of our lips and hips being all that kept us earthbound, it seemed. I shifted my hands to the back of the seat behind my lover's shoulders, and now I was driving down against his cock, my head thrown back and ululating cries of pleasure being ripped from my mouth by the rushing torrent of air as we rocketed down, down, down and up again. "Are you holding on?" his voice was barely audible over the roaring in my ears. "Yes!" I managed to answer, and before I had time to ask why, his hands were stroking my back and ass, his head had dipped and his lips were sucking hard on a nipple. My death- grip on the back of the seat was all there was holding us in! And each time we dropped, I could feet the weight leave under my knees, the fall wanting to lift us ever-so-gently from our seat and fling us out like Icarus flown too near the sun. His questing hands slid beneath me, and stroked around the place where we were joined. God knows I was wet enough to start my own water park, and a heartbeat later, as we started to fall again, his freshly-wet finger slid deep into my ass, sending a jolt like lightning through my belly. I could only groan and write down against his hand and cock, "Oh yes, oh please, YES!" Oh God, now as always, when I had a man in my cunt, I wanted to feel his cock in my ass as well. There was no way I could do that safely here, but his finger continued to madden me, his cock stroking me with real urgency... then he added another finger, then another, oh lord, I was taking his big cock and lots of digits and I was kept in his lap by the teeth nibbling my nipples HARD! He was tossing his head like a stallion with my nipple held in his teeth, pulling, hurting, yet oh god, it hurts- so-good... I... I'm... I didn't need to tell him I was coming, with his fingers deep inside my tight asshole he could feel the contractions as I orgasms, and now his teeth left my nipples and sought my throat and began biting me there, sharp love bites, like a manic vampire possessing me in mid-air, and I was falling into the well of sensory overload, coming helplessly, all I could do was hold on for dear life and take my lover's rock-hard shaft, ride him as hard as I could, submit to the questing fingers in my ass, take it all... YES! Oh god, oh god, YES! ... He abruptly quit nibbling, his arm around my waist tightened as he buried his head against my tits... he never quit, pushing me to maximum stimulation, but I could feel the hard, deep thrusts that signalled his orgasm, could feel the hot come inside me, feel it running down inside my thighs, scalding me as I came one last, hard, convulsive shiver... I guess Mike and Ron could kind of tell from the limp posture as we sat, clinging to one another, shaking and shivering in the aftermath of passion, that it was time to stop the ride. As the swings slowed gradually, I could feel the sweat on my skin start to chill in the passing breeze. Just before we ground to a stop, I pulled the blindfold off my lover, and looked at him with a grin before collapsing against him again, kissing him deeply... ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /