Carnival Time  

apfhopeful 36F
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1/22/2006 3:55 pm

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Carnival Time


Carnival Time

It’s carnival time, and the majestic halls of “fair Dillard” are deserted, as most of its inhabitants have journeyed to one parade or another, scattered throughout my beautiful city like so much dust in wind. Ordinarily, this atmosphere would be one of loneliness, boredom, or even ghostly silence, but not tonight. Tonight, my lover and I own my universe, and it is only peaceful. We walk along the Avenue of the Oaks, taking it their tall, strong beauty, stopping to hug and kiss as all lovers do, before continuing our tour of the campus. Eventually, the whitewashed walkways lead us to the old gymnasium, long abandoned after the new, more modern structure was built across the courtyard. Playfully I skip toward the weight machines and use them, acting as if I know what I am doing. I see the love in his eyes, and something else as well. His lusts strikes out like some bright, shiny foil attracting a bird from a distance, and like that bird, I am drawn to him. Yet I hesitate, continuing to play with the weight machines as if I don’t see what he’s thinking…what he wants. I lay down underneath some bulky contraption meant to work out the legs, and although I have a skirt on, I lift my legs and commence the exercise, my leg muscles straining, my whole body shivering with effort. He stands over me, above me, looking between my legs, taking in my shivering form, grunting with effort, and he smiles. Being turned on by something so simple is the gift of love. Exhausted and exhilarated, my heart pumping wildly, I get up, wipe the dust off of my skirt, and take his hand as he leads me to the pool room. The room stinks of old sweat and men’s competition, but I don’t care; I am with my baby. He holds me close from behind and we stand there, enjoying the feel of each other. I begin to feel his dick pressing into me through my thin skirt, and I can hold back no longer. I turn around and face him, kissing him softly, then more aggressively as my passion overflows. My tongue trails down to his neck, sucking and biting gently just the way I know he likes it. I can feel his dick getting harder, so I reached down to squeeze it gently through his jeans. His dick is already leaking precum as he takes it out, and immediately I drop on my haunches to lap it up, our location, the sweat, and the stench of the place all forgotten in the taste of him. I bath his dick in spit, as I take it deep into my mouth, then I begin bobbing and slurping, licking, and moaning, as he cries out my name, how much he loves it, how much he loves me. I revel in the feel of him against the back of my throat, and the vibrations from me moaning are driving him crazy. After a few moments I trace my tongue to the tip of his dick, then trail down to his balls, where I lick and suck each in turn, then together. Before long, neither one of us can take it any longer. The need to come together is so insistent, so burning, that it is frightening. He quickly stops me, picks me up, and lays me on the pool table, tasting me for a moment; a moment that seems to stretch out forever, because although I love how his tongue feels, I want his dick, and I can feel how much he wants to be inside me. But I should have known this was only his way of keeping the ball rolling as he reached in his pocket and slipped on the condom. As suddenly as he’d stopped me from sucking him, he picked me up again, and bent me over the pool table, entering me so quickly and deeply that I can’t even cry out. I catch my breath, and then my cries mingle with his moans, and in the back of my mind I remember that the security guard station is right outside this room….RIGHT OUTSIDE, but I couldn’t stop even if I gave a fuck…sex with him, making love to him is that powerful. He begins to thrust deeper and harder, grinding into my pussy with each stroke, and I feel myself coming on his dick, no doubt drenching his jeans and the pool table with my juices. The security guards, the school, my life, my future career, all forgotten in a wave of sweet sensation. We finally come together, and we lay there for a moment, him pressed on top of me, the sweat from his face dripping into my hair, his dick shriveling inside of me, both of us panting and gasping for air, and what we’ve just done dawns on me and I begin to laugh, thinking of how I began this night so depressed that I didn’t get to see the parade, and how happy I was now that I missed it. It might have been Mardi Gras outside, but inside it was carnival time.


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