Merry Go Round (Part One)(Current Rating 75/100, based on 27 votes)
Seth was happy in his work at the Fairground. He had been born into the life and there were few people in the business that had not heard of Con & Meg O’Mara, his parents; they had toured the country for many years until they died. He had inherited their soft Irish lilt and, by the age of 21, his Father’s good looks, broad shoulders and brawny arms.
The main pleasure of this rough job was the vast number of girls & ladies that he met as he took money or fastened their safety straps on the more dangerous Rides. Despite the fashion for girls to wear jeans or slacks, he was always interested in those who came wearing skirts – with the result that they frequently exhibited most of their more private feminine attributes as they hurtled skywards or swung erratically on the Rides. The number who wore nothing underneath, or an apology for underwear in the form of miniscule thongs, always excited him, and at one time he kept a record of how many hairy or shaven pussies he saw in a day
Seth had developed a fairly strict discipline with regards to women. He certainly didn’t pursue any of those belonging to families on the site – that would have restricted his freedom with the punters. He tended to avoid the 17 year old tarts that were always around the ground – jailbait, most of them, although if he was feeling especially evil he would give one the eye and suggest she accompanied him behind one of the tented stalls; there he would fondle her breasts until she became aroused – put a hand up her skirt until she creamed her knickers & began to tremble; then he would tell her he didn’t fancy her, and leave her frustrated & desperate for sexual release.
He had also learned a trick or two about pulling more girls than the other lads. Whilst everyone wore scruffy slacks or jeans & a T-shirt for work, Seth always had a clean top and, despite the work, clean finger nails and tidy hair.
On fine days he liked working the Strength Test machine. This was a tall tower with a weight that had to be hit with a sledgehammer in order to see how high the punter could drive it upwards towards the bell at the top. He would strip to the waist to reveal his bronzed muscular torso and between punters he would have a go himself, knowing he could strike the bell every time; this was not only good for custom, but it brought admiring looks from the females.
Apart from the young girls there were always a number of older ladies – in their thirties or early forties – who blatantly offered themselves to any Fairground staff. At least he was always careful with them, and maintaining the stock of condoms in the caravan was one of his regular expenses. Seth always had a slight guilty feeling when he picked up one of them, thinking what his Mother would have said, for she always told him to find “nice” girls – whatever that meant. The ladies in question had few morals and Seth often wondered just how many men had been where he was currently exploring. Satisfying his physical needs with them required no planning or finesse – they would accompany him to wherever he led them – usually behind one of the stalls, and depending upon the weather they would either lay down on the grass and open their thighs or stand holding up their skirts, with their legs apart, to await his intervention. Most were willing to indulge in nearly all known sexual practices and Seth would sometimes tip the wink to the other lads so that they could play ‘Peeping Tom’ around the corner of the stall and watch him persuade the women into the most acrobatic positions. Despite wearing a condom whenever he was going to indulge in straight or anal sex, there were occasions when he made them give oral sex. The “swallowers” were no problem but the ones who tried to pull away at the last minute were often rewarded by a large helping of semen decorating their blouses or their hair, a situation that brought a torrent of foul abuse & removed any suggestion they were “Nice Ladies”. He never indulged in cunnilingus with these women.
Evenings were always good for a bit of sensual excitement, and when he was collecting money on the dodgems, he often had to reach down to help the female drivers extricate themselves from a traffic jam. He was, as they say, “a good judge of horseflesh” and if the right girl was in the driving seat – and she had a good pair of breasts, he would give them a good squeeze as he leant over. Very occasionally, and if the girl was wearing a skirt, his hand reached well beyond her breasts and then an explosive gasp or giggle resulted. In three years he had never been reported or screamed at, and this boosted his confidence.
Like any young red-blooded man he needed more than the occasional fondle or ‘quickie’ in the grass to satisfy his own sexual pressures and that was where his Motor Caravan came into its own; it was beautifully decorated, spotlessly clean and adorned outside with vast amounts of glittering chrome fittings, whilst the inside had many pictures of his parents working on various Rides over past years.
Not every one of his conquests got an internal view of the vehicle; some girls were deemed unsuitable for that level of treatment and had to make do with a horizontal position in the grass somewhere close to the site. There was always enough loud background music from the Rides to drown any ecstatic noises from ladies who really entered into the spirit of things. The Fair had a regular programme of town visits and as a result, Seth and his fellow workers were known to many of the locals – some because they caused trouble with drunkenness or in his case because he always looked after the children that visited the fairground – with the ulterior motive that their Mothers might be around and willing to sample his wares. There had been one evening when he was laying in the grass behind the Carousel with a very amorous lady, having just removed her panties and with his fingers deep between her thighs, when a torch flashed on the couple; the local Constable recognised him, chuckled and moved on, but the next morning he called at Seth’s van and gave a friendly warning that the lady in question was the wife of a local Magistrate; should he ever be reported, the local Bench would enact every law they could think of as retribution for his immoral advances – despite the lady’s encouragement.
It was in August during a heat wave that Seth had one of his most memorable experiences. He was having a rather disappointing day as the keeper of the Hoopla stall – not the best place to attract talent.
Early in the evening a family arrived and paid to have a go at throwing rings onto pins in the centre; the prizes were small and few of the local girls ever bothered to even look at this child’s amusement. When they had finished the Mother had a short heated argument with her husband resulting in him taking the two girls off to one of the hair-raising Rides. In a soft Irish accent she spoke to Seth, “I can’t cope with those airborne rides” she said, by way of explanation, “It turns my stomach”
Seth looked at her and realised she was extremely attractive with a well-proportioned bust within her white summer blouse.
“There’s something for everyone here” he said, “D’you want another go? See if you can get your ring over one of these poles”
She looked up quickly, “That’s a rather dubious way of putting it”
“Only if you’ve got a dirty mind,” he grinned.
“You’re Irish,” she said in a slightly accusing tone.
“Guilty as charged” he retorted, “And proud of it – but I don’t drink Guinness and I’m a soft touch when it comes to the ladies”
The woman looked at his muscular physique, “I’m sure there’s nothing soft about you when it comes to ladies” she said provocatively.
“Oh, I can be hard when I‘m in the mood” he replied, eying her up and down and deciding she would definitely benefit from a short visit to his caravan. Now was the time to risk making a move.
“D’you fancy taking the weight off your feet while you wait for them?” he asked, waving his hand in the direction of the Skyway Colossus Ride.
“It would be nice – it’s so hot this evening and my feet are killing me,” she said, looking around for some form of seat, “The kids do love the Fair – so does my husband – but I’m just not a Rides person”
Seth quickly found the “Gone to Lunch” sign and stood it on the stall.
The woman chuckled, “Long lunch break – it’s nearly nine at night”
Seth ducked under the tables and with a quick glance round, put his hand on the woman’s elbow and steered her through the rear of the stall towards the gleaming van.
He opened the door and ushered her in.
“My goodness, this is smart” she commented, gazing around the immaculate interior.
“Tea or coffee – or something stronger?”
“What have you got?”
“Gin, whisky, vodka or a beer”
“A vodka would be lovely –it won’t smell on my breath and I’m not driving”
He poured an ample measure in a glass & a small whisky for himself.
“Cheers” he said as he handed her the glass, “ I’m Seth, by the way”
The woman replied “Pat” and took a deep swig of the drink, “Wow, that’s strong” she gasped, grimacing at him “But very nice – and so unexpected. I can feel it warming all the places inside”
When Pat stood up and leant over the table to look at the old pictures on the wall of the van, Seth stood behind her, explaining why he had that particular shot of his Father or Mother. She must have moved slightly, because her pert bottom was suddenly pressing against him; although not erect by any means, Seth was well built in that department and Pat shivered as she felt the bulge nestling between the cheeks of her bum – separated only by her thin cotton skirt, a pair of panties and his cotton slacks. She took another mouthful of vodka, put the glass down and leant further forward with her hands gripping the edges of the table.
Seth heard her catch her breath & realised the move was not done to see the pictures better, but to ensure they touched more positively.
Very cautiously he let one hand rest on the back of her thigh.
No adverse response from her prompted the other hand to do the same.
Still no objections – or did her hear a slight quickening of her breathing?
Then the hands began inching their way upwards, gathering the skirt as they moved higher up the firm thighs.
“You…… shouldn’t … be doing that” a soft voice whispered, but her feet moved apart a few inches, “I … ought… to go….”
The hands moved higher, caressing the warm skin with feathery strokes. He cupped the cotton-covered cheeks as his thumbs hooked into the waistband of her panties and gently drew them down to just below her crotch.
Still no serious protests, just a low mutter, “I mustn’t…you shouldn’t…..please stop” followed by a more urgent gasp as she parted her legs further, “Oh please…oooh”
Seth quickly reached one hand to unzip his slacks and released his prick – by now extremely hard.
He eased it between the smooth dimpled cheeks.
“Oh no…yes....aaah” she panted as he found to his surprise that she was far from dry between her thighs. Her back hollowed and her bum angled upwards, offering him access to the place that only her husband had ever touched before. He held her cheeks apart as he pushed slowly between the wet lips and, accompanied by a loud groan from Pat, he slid inside her. His hands reached around to grasp her tits, making her thrust her bum back towards him and ensure he was embedded to the hilt.
“Ooooh….” was the only response he received each time he thrust powerfully into the soft & welcoming cleft.
Quicker than he expected, she started to writhe beneath him & moan loudly, her hands clenched and drumming on the table top as she realised her climax was imminent.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, as he felt her cunt contract around him, “You’re like a ramrod…. don’t …stop…”
He felt her juices flood him as her orgasm erupted, and at the same moment knew he wasn’t going to disappoint her either. With a throaty groan, he came violently, pumping savagely into her open cunt, hearing Pat’s cries of pleasure, muffled, as she put her hand over her mouth.
Seth withdrew almost immediately and Pat stood up, turning towards him. There was no passion in her eyes, just a satisfied expression as one of two people who had needed – and enjoyed – very basic & unexpected sex. She pulled up her panties and adjusted her skirt.
“I really must go,” she said, not wanting to catch his eye. Her lip trembled and she had tears in her eyes, “I just don’t know what came over me – I feel so very guilty”
Seth smiled encouragingly at her, putting a consoling hand on her shoulder “It was good though, wasn’t it?”
“Oh yes…. unbelievable – you’re so much bigger than…..”
He interrupted her, “We don’t want comparisons – just remember you enjoyed it.
I’d better get you back now. Are you sure you’re OK ” queried Seth, as he have offered her a box of tissues.
“I do a lot of aerobics and my pelvic floor muscles are ever so strong. I can hold on until I take the girls to the loo before we go home”
He helped her down the caravan steps, “You stay by the Hoopla stall and I’ll find the family”
“Yes, but don’t be too long – I’m not sure my muscles are quite as strong as I thought”
Seth understood, “Well, you’d better lose those panties in the Ladies – otherwise he’ll wonder what unusually strong perfume you’re wearing!”
He walked towards the big Ride and saw the husband looking around anxiously.
“Excuse me, are you looking for your wife?”
“Yes” the husband sounded surprised.
“The lady in the white blouse?”
“That’s right – d’you know where she is?”
“Over by the Hoopla stall, I think,” said Seth waving his hand in that direction.
“Thank you very much – I do wish she’d stay where I left her”
Seth followed them and witnessed the family reunion.
“D’you want to go to the loo?” Pat asked the girls.
“No thanks, Mum”
“Well I do, come with me before we get in the car”
They walked off and the husband chatted amiably with Seth until they returned. As they turned to leave, Pat hung back briefly, “You were so right – and now it’s rather draughty!” she whispered with a wry smile.
Seth grinned and made his way to the stall to cover it for the night. He knew he would sleep well – and add this evening’s conquest to this summer’s long list. |
