Fireman's Carnival

Fireman's Carnival

by Kathy B.



"Mark! I'm over here!" I waved my hands wildly, trying to get my husband's
attention. It was useless though; he couldn't hear me over the noise of the
crowd and he hadn't noticed our booth when he walked past.

"Hey, lady. Can we get some pies here or not?" A sweaty, overweight man
stood beside three sweaty, underweight k**s. Each c***d clutched a dollar bill
in their dirty little fists.

I took a last look at Mark's back, disappearing behind the Ferris Wheel.
Oh, well, he'd keep looking until he found me. I'd get his attention the next
time I saw him. I turned back to my customers.

"Certainly, sir," I smiled. "How can I help you?"

"What do we have to do, anyway?" the man asked as the c***dren started
playing in the dirt.

"It's very simple," I replied. See that man's head in the middle of the
bullseye?" Brian Wallace's balding pate was the only part of his body you could
see. The rest was completely hidden inside the tent behind him. A drawstring
kept him from pulling his head back inside. "You can buy whipped cream 'pies'
for a dollar apiece. You have to throw from behind the counter. If you hit him
directly, you win one of the big teddy prizes. If your pie lands in one of the
other rings, you win that prize. All the money goes to benefit the local a****l
shelter. Have some fun for a worthy cause!"

"Ok, gimmee three pies. Hey! You guys were crying to do somethin'. Do you
want to do this or not?" he cuffed one of the c***dren in the back of the head.

I bent over to pull three pies from under the counter and heard him
chuckle. "Maybe I should wait until it's your turn," he hooted. "I'd get two
bullseyes instead of one. Damn big ones, too." He laughed loudly at his own
joke.

I blushed. I knew what he was referring to. I'd worn this top because Mark
liked seeing me in it, forgetting I'd be bending over all day. Every time I
did, the scoop neck fell open and people could see all the way to my bra. I'm
not small on top so that made for a pretty vulgar display. Guys had been
staring at my tits all day and occasionally making remarks but this was the
first pig to say something in front of his k**s.

I handed him his pies and moved to the side so he could throw. It didn't
matter; I loved the a****l shelter but we needed money to operate and the
fireman's carnival was one of our biggest fundraisers. If it meant letting a
few jerks ogle my body, who cared? I could put up with it for a few hours.

I talked with Betty Johnson, the woman in charge of our booth, while
trying to keep an eye out for Mark. Finally I saw him walking on the other side
of the midway.

"Betty, I need to go talk to Mark. I'll be right back," I thrust my money
apron into her hands and dashed around the end of the counter.

Betty laughed. "You've been married five years and you're still running
after him? You need to get him trained!"

Mark gave me a big hug when I caught up to him. "Hi, Kathy, where have you
been? I've walked the whole place three times!"

"Well, I tried to get your attention but you didn't see me. What's going
on?"

"Nothing much. How long do you have to work?" Mark looked bored. "I have a
softball game later."

"I'm working at the counter until one, then I have to be the target for an
hour," I replied. "Then I'm done. Will that be in time for your game?"

"Sure. I'm going over to the beer tent with Jerry. This is kind of lame."
He grinned. "Maybe I'll come visit you when you're in the bullseye."

"Don't you dare," I warned him. "If you hit me with a pie, I'll never
forgive you!"

"Maybe I'll be aiming for another bullseye," he said slyly, as I felt his
hand knead one of my cheeks, squeezing it firmly.

"Mark!" I squealed. "People can see!" I looked around but the carnival was
so crowded that nobody paid much attention to us, hugging each other off on one
side.

"Bye, babe. I told Jerry I'd be right over. I'll swing by every once in a
while," Mark gave me a big kiss, squeezed my rear one more time and drifted off
into the crowd.

The next couple of hours passed quickly. My best friend Holly came on and
we had a lot of fun. Holly is a shameless flirt, although she's happily
married. She loves to flash her boobs and rear end in men's faces and being
around her helps me loosen up a little too. I'm not as relaxed as she is but I
quit worrying about showing a little boob when I bent over or whether my skirt
lifted a little in the breeze. I even flirted back a little after I saw how
much money Holly got the guys to fork over. It made the time fly and we raised
a lot of money for the shelter. I saw Mark a couple of times and once he even
bought a couple of pies and tossed them at Betty when she was the target.

Soon it was time for me to be the target. Believe it or not, I was looking
forward to it. The tent is set back far enough so you hardly ever get hit, you
don't have any real responsibility except to smile and occasionally taunt
people throwing pies, and you can get off your feet and rest. Inside the tent
is a padded bench. You get on all fours but the bench supports your weight and
it's actually very comfortable.

After kneeling over the bench, I thrust my head out through the hole and
Holly pulled the drawstring around my neck so I couldn't pop back inside if a
pie came too close. I stuck my tongue out at the first customer as he laughed
and took aim.

In the next fifteen minutes I was only hit twice. I saw Mark work his way
through the crowd and pay for two pies. People that knew us starting cheering
him on. I started yelling that he better not. He laughed and handed his pies to
two k**s, who didn't even come close. Mark winked at me and mouthed the word
'later.' As I watched, he walked down two booths and went around the side.

A few minutes later I felt his hand on my ass, rubbing lightly. Beginning
at my rear, he rubbed up my back, then back down and down over my legs. When he
moved his hand back up, he flipped my skirt up over my back. I reached back
with my hands and pulled it down but he pushed my hands out of the way and
pulled it up again.

"Mark!" I whispered loudly. "Cut it out!"

"What?" Holly asked. "Did you need something?"

"Uh, no," I stammered. "I'm fine."

I felt his hand rubbing my pussy through my panties. He soon slipped a
finger under the band and into my quickly moistening cunt. I bit my lip and
tried not to moan as one finger found my clit while another dug deep inside me.
My ass started rotating in circles and I didn't resist when he grasped my
panties and pulled them down to my knees, then off me.

I tried to maintain a straight face as he began pushing two fingers into
me while rubbing my clit with his other hand. I reached back with my hands but
I could only feel one pant leg so I started caressing that. When he turned to
face me, I could reach his crotch. I fumbled with one hand and managed to unzip
him and pull out his cock. It felt great- long, thick and rock hard. While he
pumped my cunt with his fingers, I stroked his cock until I felt him pull away
and move behind me.

Without much ceremony, his thumbs pried my cunt open and his cock pressed
against me. I was so wet the first few inches sank in easily and he pulled back
and buried the rest with one long stroke. I tried to keep quiet but I couldn't
help moaning when I felt his balls grind into my mound.

Holly came over, concerned. "Are you ok?"

By now he was fucking me with a steady rhythm. "I'm fine," I grunted. I
did my best not to wiggle around as his cock stretched my pussy wider with each
pass.

"Oh, dear. Your face is all red," Holly fussed. "I think you're getting
sunburned." she went over to her bag and grabbed some sunscreen. "Let me put
some stuff on you."

"You don't have to do that. I'm fine." I just wanted Holly to go back to
the counter before she realized what was happening. I was trying not to make
noise but my body was being pushed forward with each stroke and I was starting
to pant as I approached orgasm.

"Nonsense. What are friends for?" Holly began rubbing cream on my face,
working it into my skin. I tried to focus on Holly, thinking I could prevent an
orgasm if I ignored what was happening behind me. It had the opposite effect.
The light touch of her fingers caressing my face sent my already jangled nerves
spinning even further out of control. I struggled not to show any emotion on my
face as she worked on me.

I barely made it until she returned to the counter before my orgasm burst
over me. I managed to keep quiet and hold my head still but my ass was bucking
like a bronco as I wiggled and pushed back against him. I felt a shudder, then
his cock sank deep into me and hot liquid poured out into my throbbing cunt.
His body collapsed over my back as he finished squirting his cum into me.

We lay together like that for several minutes. I could feel his cock
slowly pull out of my pussy as he straightened up. Instead of pulling my skirt
down, though, he began rubbing my pussy again. I tried to reach his hands to
push them away but I couldn't stop him. Within a minute I was horny again
despite my fear that we'd be caught. To my surprise, he was hard too and I felt
his cock reenter me, pushing easily into my freshly fucked pussy.

This time he was rougher, pounding hard at me as I held onto the bench and
did my best not to cry out. I thought he would last even longer this time but
fortunately he didn't because I he was banging me so hard I was sure everyone
had to know what was going on. I felt him grasp my hips and plunge deep, then
fill me with a second load of cum. When he stopped cumming, he immediately
pulled out.

My mouth dropped open when I felt his cock, hard again, rubbing my now
swollen outer lips. Mark had never been able to get hard three times in a row.
As I lifted my head in surprise, I looked out at the counter and saw my
husband, freshly changed into his softball uniform, waving back at me. My pussy
opened up under the steady pressure as he called to me.

"Hi, honey. Holly says you're working another shift. I have to get going
so I'll see you after the game." With a wave, he was off. I looked over at
Holly in time to see a greasy looking man hand her twenty dollars and walk
toward the back of the tent.

Holly grinned at me. "Great news, Kathy. We're going to raise more money
for the shelter than anybody else!..."


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11 months ago
good one
sexyheels...
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1 year ago
nice story.x
1 year ago
:-) I thought that was where you were going. good one... Capt
1 year ago
Wow,,I never thought of it that way,,,one hot fund raiser...thanks
1 year ago
You said that she knew how to strut herself to raise more money and she found out how to use you to raise a lot more.