Chapter 6
"What the fuck?"
The sudden motion of the boat threw Mabel from the boy, tumbled her in the bottom. She struggled to pull herself up, hanging onto the sides.
"What's happened?" cried Dave, frightened. The jerking start had dumped his ass from the seat; now his knees were sticking straight up, his cock and balls flopping between his legs. "What's going on?"
Son of a bitch! "Somebody started the ride," said Mabel. "Take it easy, honey-don't panic. There's plenty of time for us to get dressed. We won't come out for at least three or four minutes."
She found something now and picked it up -Dave's shirt. "Here," she said, handing it to the boy. "Relax Dave-put it on."
"I haven't got my t-shirt!" he said, fright still in his voice. "Where's my shorts?-the rest of my clothes? Jesus, Mrs. Love!"
Mabel grabbed him, pulled him up onto the seat; then she put her arms around him, hugging him against her soft tits. She kissed him, gently.
"Take it easy, honey," she said again. "It's going to be all right." Her hand touched the limp tube of his cock. "Nothing's going to happen-just don't panic. Here."
Now she found the rest of his underwear, under the seat. She gave it to him. "Get dressed now-hurry."
She was pulling on her skirt, zipping it up; now she found her blouse and slipped into it. The boy was standing up now, slipping awkwardly into his underwear; for a second his cock and balls caught on the waistband as he pulled up his shorts. If the boat hadn't been moving, Mabel would have reached out and captured that beautiful juicy boy-prick with her mouth.
Jesus, Wilbur-were you like that as a kid? I could fuck and suck on that thing all day long!
Now the boy was pulling up his pants, but he couldn't manage the top button until Mabel reached up and tugged the bit of shirt cloth out of the way for him. Then she pulled him down onto the seat beside her, for they were coming close to the exit of the Tunnel.
And now she was getting pissed, first panic forgotten. Who the fuck is playing games? Some cocksucker is about to have his ass in a royal sling!
Then they were at the last set of doors, bumping through them, the two of them blinking against the sudden sunlight. Mabel rubbed her eyes, and looked over at the ride controls. She blinked again-and recognized Jack as the man bending over the motor. A mechanic was on his knees beside Jack, neither of them looking this way.
And then the boat was bumping into the one ahead of it, that was already waiting for the first passenger of the year. Jack turned around at the noise.
"What the fuck?"
He slammed the lever on the control panel and the noise of the cable came to a halt. He stared at Mabel, and then at the boy sitting beside her.
"What the shit is this?"
"That's what I was about to say," said Mabel, deciding to brazen it out. Shit, Jack doesn't own me! I can fuck who I want, when I want, and where I want! Maybe I ought to charge tickets! "Dave and I were checking out the back of the Tunnel when this goddamn thing started up under us. We could've broken a leg or something! Why the hell didn't you holler?"
"How was I supposed to know you were in there?"
Then Jack spotted the disarray of their clothes: Dave's shirt was buttoned wrong, and the boy's hair stuck up wildly where it had rested on the back of the seat.
"You bitch!" Fury blazed in Jack's eyes, and he stepped forward, fist half-clenched and half-raised. "Checking it out-checking what? The size of the kid's cock ? You crazy fucking bitch! Filthy whore cunt! So goddamn cock hungry you fuck little kids! Jesus Christ-I'm not enough for you? Maybe we should get you a fucking donkey-maybe he could fill your cunt-hole!"
"Shut up, Jack!"
Dave was trying to scramble up onto the platform, but Mabel caught his belt, used him to pull herself up. The boy wanted nothing more than to break away, get his ass the fuck out of there-and the minute she let him go he did just that, jumping over the platform and running down the ramp and up the Midway as fast as his legs would carry him.
You dirty cocksucker! Mabel was trembling with her fury. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to? You don't like the way I do things, Jack-get your ass off my property! You don't own me-you don't even have squatter's rights between my legs! I let you fuck me because I want you to fuck me-and don't you forget that a hundred bucks of your paycheck pays you for just that service! If anybody around here is a whore, then it's you! I only buy-you're the one who sells it!"
Now she noticed the mechanic, who had backed himself into the corner by the motor, staring wild-eyed at the two of them.
"What the fuck are you staring at, Ernie? You got something to say?"
"Noooooo way!" He was shaking his head. "You do just as you want to-boss! I'm here to bang things around with my wrench, nothin' more. I see nothin', I say nothin'-right now I don't even hear nothin', "
Mabel laughed. "Maybe I ought to give you Jack's job-how are you at fucking, Ernie?"
"I got me a wife, Mabel-that's all I can take care of, thank you!"
"Smart man!" She laughed again. "You better smarten up some, Jack-quick! Or your days are numbered!"
She turned away from him, went down the ramp. The dirty bastard! So he doesn't like the idea of me fucking the kids? Well, Mr. Smart-ass Jack Hargren, you don't even know about Jerry and Tim! What the fuck do you say to that?-I had the two of them at the same time! And now I'm gonna get me the rest of the kids, just as quick as I can throw them down onto the ground. Where the fuck are they?
Just then she spotted another of the boys coming this way, carrying a box of light bulbs and a long-handled tool for unscrewing them. What was his name?-oh, yeah: Gary How-land. He's sixteen-but I bet his cock isn't as big as Dave's. Let's find out!
"Gary!"
The boy stopped when she called his name, waited for Mabel to come up to him. "What are you doing now, Gary?"
"I gotta check the red bulbs in the fun houses, Mrs. Love." He was of medium height, a little too chunky for Mabel's taste-probably twenty pounds of that gut was unnecessary.
Maybe I can wear some of it off you, Gary! We'll use Mrs. Love's Patented Fucking Method-Guaranteed to Whip Pounds Off The Gut and Add Inches to The Cock!
"I was just going to check out the Fun House myself, Gary. Why don't you walk through it with me?"
"Sure!" He smiled, revealing a chipped tooth. His hair was coal black, even the heavy shading on his arms; a wisp was sticking up over the sagging collar of his t-shirt, and his tits were heavy against the stained white cloth.
Jesus, Mabel-why not grab those twin beauties? The boys like to suck your titties, maybe this is your chance to find out what's so good about them!
The funhouse here had two huge intertwined hearts for a front, with an arrow stabbing through them. Mabel stepped just inside the Exit doors to throw the switch on the control panel, and then she and the boy went up the ramp and through the first doors. She grabbed his arm.
"It gets dark in here," she said, explaining, as he looked down at her hand.
"Oh, yeah. Sure. I always bring my girls in here-I think it's more fun than the Haunted House."
"Do you have a lot of girls, Gary."
"Yeah, sure."
"How many?"
He seemed embarrassed. Tell me, baby-tell cock-hungry Mabel all about your conquests. I want to hear all the details, including the size of their titties and how good they are at squeezing the cum out of your cock!
"I dunno, Mrs. Love-ten, twelve, maybe. I never tried to count."
"You like girls, Gary?" She squeezed his arm.
"Sure! I'm no faggot!" The first hazard was the rocking floor; it started pitching them back and forth now, forcing her to hold onto him. It was fairly bright in here-bright enough for him to see that she wasn't wearing panties when the air-hose suddenly blew her skirt up. The boy's eyes turned around, and his face reddened. "You like me, Gary?"
"Jeez, sure, Mrs. Love!" What the fuck is this? She trying to make you, Gary? She ain't got nothin' on under that dizzy skirt-and her cunt sure looks hairy! Shit, maybe she wants you to fuck her!
Mabel smiled, holding him even tighter. That's good, Gary-because I sure like you! I wonder how big your cock is ? In just a minute now I'm going to find out.
Suddenly a section of the floor was dropping out, turning into a long twisting slide. Mabel was ready for it, but the boy was not; he landed heavily on his ass, and she would have lost him if she had not been holding on so tight. They went down the metal slide together, forced by the narrow space into a facing position, and now her hands were grabbing at his body, his belt-reaching down to grab at his crotch.
Jesus! She did that on purpose, Gary! She does want you to fuck her!
Mabel was satisfied. Not as big as Dave, but you're big enough, Gary. You won't fall out of my cunt!
Sweet fuckin' mama! She grabs me again and my cock is gonna jump right through my pants!
Now the slide was ending, dumping them into the rotating barrel. Laughing and giggling, they slid together, the boy trying to pull himself to his feet-but Mabel was holding him back, pulling him down, her hand caught in his belt. He fell against her and rolled on top of her, and her legs went around him, grabbing his ass, pulling him down between her tits.
"Jesus Christ, Mrs. Love!"
They were tumbling over and over together now; Mabel would not let go. She felt the outline of his cock pressing through his pants and against her cunt.
"What's the matter, Gary-don't you want to fuck me?"
"Shit, yeah! But we can't fuck in this goddamn barrel!"
Mabel laughed. "Okay, honey. Get off me, and we'll get out of here. There must be someplace more comfortable nearby."
Shit, Mabel-maybe you ought to take him back to the apartment. Keep up this fucking in odd places and you're going to end up with an ass full of splinters!
Gary crawled ahead of her, finally getting to his feet in time to jump out the other end of the barrel. He turned, and waited for Mabel, holding out his hand. She caught him, and jumped out; then stood teetering for a moment, until she caught her balance.
Then she was looking at the boy, holding out her arms to him. He stared at her, came into her arms, kissed her heavily on the lips. His tongue probed into her mouth, showing his experience, working roughly against her own tongue as he fucked her there. At the same time he was humping against her crotch, his stiff cock riding up across her mound through his trousers, the fabric outlining the shape of the cock so that it almost filled the length of her slit.
Aggghhh, Christ! It's beautiful! I can't wait any longer-I'm gonna take him right here, right on the fucking floor!
Hell's shit! His lips were sucking against her tongue now, trying to pull it from its roots, trying to swallow it into his throat. You fucking bitch! You think I'm a kid-but you're so fucking wrong, lady! My big sister taught me to fuck when I was four years old, and I've had a lot of fucking practice since! Shit, Carol was the greatest piece of ass I ever had-but even she didn't have knockers like you!
He was taking Mabel's tits into his hands now, lifting first one and the other, balancing the soft weight in his palms. As he held them up the mass of the breast flattened out, turning the aureoles into an oval. Her nipples were like two brown eyes staring up at him, and he felt the fever that was coursing through her body. The blouse was sagging on her arms, and now he was ripping it from her, roughly, the fabric tearing.
You little bastard! Her clawed hands came up against his back, nails digging in as she forced him against her, feeling him crushing her tits flat as their mouths met again. You dirty son-of-a-bitch-you'll pay for ruining that! Shit-now how am I going to get out of here?
But she couldn't worry about that now. The fire was burning in her cunt again, raging all the way back into her womb, heating her passion and burning her skin into a feverish flush. Her heat was penetrating to the boy now as he fumbled for the button at the side of her skirt. He managed to open the zipper, and now his hand was feeling the hard elastic of the garter belt, moving on down to feel her ass. Her buttocks were twitching under his touch, and he could feel her groin moving against his own.
He stepped back, letting the skirt fall to the floor; and then he was bending to lift her foot, caressing the shape of her high heel shoes. He dropped to his knees before her, placing her foot on his right leg, looking up at the swollen tits hanging high above him. His fingers rubbed the side of the shoe, moved up to the ankle, as his tongue came out of his lips.
Jesus, she is beautiful! That cunt is big enough to swallow me whole-and I wish it would! I wish I could feel her cunt squeezing against the sides of my head, taking me all the way into her womb.
"Jesus, Mrs. Love!" He was bending to kiss her shoe, letting his tongue trail up the inside of her leg. "Make me fuck you! Make me eat your pussy!"
Why you queer little bastard! You want me to boss you around, do you! Okay, honey-here goes trouble!
Mabel lifted her foot, shoving him flat on his back. He stared up at her with frightened eyes, but did not try to move away from her.
"What the fuck do you think this is?" she demanded. "What's the fucking idea-you're still dressed, while I'm bare-assed naked. Get those goddamn clothes off, boy!"
He scrabbled away from her, hurried to do as she said. His t-shirt came over his head, his pants came down to his knees with his shorts still in them. Then he was kicking off his sneakers, pulling off his socks and taking his pants off the rest of the way. Then he lay back on the floor, naked except for the watch on his wrist and the ring on his finger, his legs, cocked up slightly, knees spread apart, hands against the floor. Fear was in his eyes as Mabel stood over him, one foot on either side of his shoulders.
"You're a pussy-eater, eh, boy? What the fuck else do you suck-cock, maybe?"
"No! No, Mrs. Love! I don't do dirty things like that!"
"How the fuck do I know you're telling the truth?"
"I swear to God I'm telling the truth! Please, believe me! Don't hurt me!"
"Hurt you!" She laughed. Boy, you're a weird one-but I'm gonna have fun with you! I always wanted a slave boy! "Shit, Gary, you'll be lucky if you get out of here with your balls!"
"Please!" He was whimpering now, but he didn't try to move, not even an inch. The plank flooring felt rough beneath his bare skin, and he was sure at least one splinter was sticking into his ass, but he accepted the pain.
Shit, bitch! Give it to me! Drop that beautiful fucking pussy onto my face so I can suck out every drop of your love juice!
"Are you hungry, Gary?"
"Ye-yes."
"Okay, get ready to eat me!"
Her crotch was wide open as she lowered herself onto his face, the inner flesh livid and slick with her moisture. The juices were already flowing-and now she was on top of him, capturing his face completely, covering his mouth and even his nose with her pussy, rubbing herself up and down on his face until her juices completely coated him, soaking even his hair.
Gary was choking now, his ass rising off the floor and fucking at the air as he tried to breathe. But his hands stayed on the floor, did not try to lift her away. She took pity on him, and rose up so that he could breathe. Then she was dropping down on him again, leaning back, one hand going behind her back to grab at his cock as his tongue began to work in and out of her snatch.
Oh, God! This kid is going to tear out the insides of my cunt! Sweet fucking holy Christly Jesus! Aggghhhh! Jesus, I can't stand itaggggghhhhhh!
"Agggggghhhhhhhh!" The scream tore from her lips as Gary's tongue found her clit, rode across it, then battered it back and forth. Then she was pulling up just enough to let him capture the clit in his lips, let him suck it between his teeth. He nibbled gently on the tiny hard tube, his tongue flicking across the tip.
"Ahhh, Christ!" Mabel was balancing herself now with her left hand flat against the floor, her right hand shoving down into the soft flesh of his gut. Now she was capturing his cock in her hand, the thick shaft burning hot. He gurgled as she put her hand over the head, squeezing it tight between her fingers, but he could not speak against her cunt. Then she was jerking him up and down, not looking but feeling his balls bounce as her fist slammed repeatedly against him.
Oh sweet loving Jesus! This is beautiful! Wilbur, how come you never did this for me? You sucked on my pussy-but it was never anything like this! Christ, I'm going to cum! Shit! Fuck! Piss! Hell's cock and Hell's cunts! I'm cumming!
"Eat me, Gary-I'm cumminnnngggg! Suck suck suck suck-meeeeeee!"
Her cum flooded out over the boy's face now, running into his eyes, his nose, even into his ears. Then it was coursing down the underside of his chin as he tried to suck in every drop, swallow it down. Mabel was rising up and down on his face now as her cunt shot out its spunk, her hand squeezing so hard at the base of his cock that at last the boy cried out.
"Please! You're tearing it off!"
The breath rasped from her throat as she eased herself back from him, letting her grip on his cock relax. Then she was sliding back, sitting on his chest, on his belly, rising up over him to sit at last on his cock, the throbbing shaft finding its way straight into her snatch as the boy's fingers traced the trail of her cunt juice from his neck down to his crotch. His knees were drawn up behind her, but as Mabel lowered herself heavily he dropped his legs straight out.
Jesus fucking Christ! His tongue licked over his lips, tasting her acrid sweetness, the salt washed from her pores with the flooding of her cum.
"Jesus, Mrs. Love! You damn near killed me!"
"And you loved every second of it, every drop of it, Gary boy! Didn't you?" She squeezed her cunt tight about his cock, making the boy cry out.
"Owww! Yes!"
"Yes what?"
"Yes, Mrs. Love!"
"Not good enough, Gary. From now on when we're alone together, whether we're fucking or not, it's 'Yes, Mistress!' Do you understand?" She cut her cunt muscles into his cock again for emphasis.
"Yes!" the boy screamed. "Yes . . . Mistress!"
"Okay, boy. You know your place. All fucking men should be as smart as you-know that they're good for nothing but to service horny women. Studs, that's all any of you are good for. I promise you one thing, Gary-you're one hung horse that's gonna have all the cunt fucking you can handle!"
"Yes . . . Mistress." Gary said it softly, looking up at her with worshipful eyes. Carol, this is what I wanted you to do to me-this is what I need, a cunt to order me around, make me a willing slave. I'd rather have you, Carol-but she has me now!
"You got any cum in those balls, boy?"
"Yes, Mistress. I think so."
"Well, let's find out. Hang on to the floor, because I am about to fuck it out of you!"
Mabel milked his cock with her cunt again, then rose far enough over him to let her slide her legs down beside his own. Her tits hung above him as she held herself there, until at last the boy understood that she wanted him to suck on her nipple. He took it between his teeth, pulling down with all his suction, as she began to ride him. His balls were already tensed to the exploding point, and it was no more than seven strokes before he was humping up against her, unable to let her do it all.
"I'm cumming, Mistress!" he cried. "I'm cumminnnngggg!"
"Cum, you little cocksucking cunt-lapping bastard! Cum into Mabel, cum into Mama! Cum, honey-cum!"
Eyes closed, she rode him until her own juices were released again, riding up over him on the wings of the explosion of love.
Wilbur! "I'm cummmmiinnnnngggggggggg! Aggggghhhhhhh, Christ! Hold me, Gary! I'm cumminnnggggggg!"