Carnal Carnival
It was a perfect October evening, late sunshine in the crisp, cool air, and the carnival was in town. The sisters were excited as they drove to the fairgrounds. It had been a long week, but the weekend was here now, and they were ready for some fun.
They bought tickets and passed through the gate. The lights, sounds, and smells of the carnival and the crowd surrounded them.
Abby, the older, had straight black hair, hazel eyes, and full lips. Her cream-colored sweater and black leggings accentuated her curvy figure and the sway of her hips as she walked.
Summer was shorter, with more delicate features. Her light red hair was tied into two buns on top. She was wearing denim shorts, a white tank top that left her belly bare, navy plaid overshirt, and low hiking boots.
They walked up and down the arcades, waving to people they knew and sometimes stopping to talk. Sometimes they held hands, sometimes arm-in-arm, laughing and flowing with the rhythm of the evening. They rode the Whirligig and the Ferris wheel with its view over the town and got some food from the vendors. In the livestock area and petting zoo they looked at the horses and prize cows, and fed the sheep, goats, ducks, and an enormous, wooly llama. Abby squealed when one over-eager goat jumped on her to get its handful of feed and Summer laughed with delight.
“Now, Billy,” said a deep voice behind them. They turned to see a rancher striding over. He was tall, with broad shoulders, blue jeans, and a khaki shirt. He put his hand on the goat’s horns and pushed it back over the low fence. The goat bleated in indignation. “They don’t mean no harm,” he said, “sometimes they just need a firm hand to make them behave. You girls enjoying the show?”
“Yes,” they giggled.
“Good. Well, have a good night.” He nodded and walked off.
They stopped to watch a sideshow, a magician in a tuxedo and top hat who pulled a flower from his sleeve for a girl in the front row, only to have it turn with a poof into a white bird that fluttered away into the tent as the audience clapped. Then he presented his assistant, a stunningly beautiful woman in a short black dress festooned with sequins, accented by black over-the-elbow gloves and high heeled shoes. She waved and blew kisses to the audience, then he helped her step gracefully into a red upright cabinet. He closed the door, spun the cabinet around and, with a shout of “Abracadabra!”, there was a flash, the sides of the cabinet fell away–and it was empty! The audience clapped and cheered.
Up next was a sword swallower. She paced across the stage, holding up a bright silver sword for the audience to see. She was beautiful, and dressed in an elaborate burlesque costume, a jeweled headdress, tight yellow corset that showed plenty of cleavage, a skirt of large dark red feathers, and black fishnet stockings. She came to the middle of the stage, holding the sword along her outstretched right arm, the point towards her. Smiling, she opened her mouth wide–wider than the sisters would have expected–tilting her head up as she slid the sword smoothly down her throat. When the hilt reached her lips, she spread her arms wide and bowed. The audience applauded enthusiastically as she pulled the sword out and bowed again.
The sisters moved on. They wandered along the midway, sharing cotton candy and passing the game stalls. Dunking Booth, Ring Toss, Ring the Bell, Duck Pond–all familiar fare. Behind them, in Maltepe Escort the sideshow performers’ area, the magician entered his trailer to find his “assistant” lying on her side on his bed, now wearing only her black panties and the black sequined pasties she wore underneath her dress. The dress itself was lying on the floor next to her high heeled shoes. “Good show tonight, darling,” she said, smiling. He smiled back. “You were magnificent, my dear.” He crossed to her, leaning down to give her a deep kiss. She helped him remove his cape and tuxedo, and they fell together, him kissing her neck and breasts as he thrust into her and she bit his collar with passion.
Nearby, in another trailer, the rancher had come over, the petting zoo having closed for the night. The sword swallower was there too, on her knees, and she was practicing her skill on an entirely different object. The rancher’s head was leaned back as she took him in and out; he was grunting softly. Outside, the carnival swirled on.
“Hey, ladies, step right up and try your luck!”
The voice seemed to cut through the noise, clearly calling to them. It came from the Beanbag Toss booth. The barker was smiling at them broadly. He was handsome with brown hair and was wearing a pinstripe shirt with a light blue vest and bowler hat. He held a cane, which he used to gesture to them. They stepped over, giggling.
“Want to try? One beanbag in the hole wins!” he said. There were beanbags lying on the rail, and a line of three wooden boards angled against the back wall. Each board was painted green and had five holes cut in it, outlined in yellow. The center hole in each had a white circle painted around it. Hanging all over the booth was an array of stuffed animals and other funfair prizes.
“What do we have to do?” asked Summer, coyly.
“Just get one beanbag in any hole to win. The center hole gets you an extra prize!” he said with a flourish.
“Sure.” Summer paid a dollar, and the barker handed her three beanbags. She faced the rail, raised her arm, and threw the bag. It bounced off the board with a thunk. Abby laughed.
“Just warming up,” Summer said. She picked up the next bag and tossed it. It too bounced off the board.
“You’ll get it this time,” the barker said, admiring how her raising her arm caused her overshirt to fall away and her tank top to pull tight across her chest.
Summer aimed carefully, but again the bag bounced off. Summer groaned as Abby laughed again.
“Do you want to try?” the barker said to Abby.
“I don’t think so,” she said, shaking her head. “I don’t think you can really do it.”
“Of course you can,” he said. He picked up a bag, standing just inside the rail, sighted carefully, and tossed. It sailed neatly through the center hole with a satisfying swish.
“No fair!” Summer exclaimed as the barker smiled broadly. “You see,” he said, “are you sure you don’t want to try?”
“Ok,” Abby said. She paid a dollar. When the barker placed the beanbags on the rail, one fell on the ground. The barker watched as Abby bent over for it, crossing her ankles, her smooth leggings perfectly hugging her shapely ass and calves.
Abby straightened up at the rail, raised the bag, and tossed. Although she tried to aim carefully, she had no better luck than her sister, and all three bags bounced off the board.
“It’s a trick!” she declared.
“Why do you think it’s a trick?” the barker asked.
“The beanbags Cevizli Escort are too big for the hole! You’re using a special one!”
“No trick at all,” said the barker, still smiling. “It’s all about timing.”
“What do you mean?” Summer asked.
“If you want to know the secret, come in the back and I’ll show you,” he said, opening a small door that led into the back of the booth.
The girls looked at each other and ducked inside the dimly lit area. Outside they could still hear the muffled carnival noises. Around them were stacked boxes, baskets of prizes, and extra booth parts.
“Over here.” He led them to the middle of the space facing a backboard leaning against the side wall. He took a beanbag and sailed it neatly through the center hole. “There,” he said to them, “now you try, and I’ll show you the secret.”
Summer took a beanbag and faced the board, Abby standing to her right. The barker stood just behind them. As Summer began to toss he smoothly stepped closer and slid an arm around each of their waists, pulling them closer to him. As Abby opened her mouth to protest he quickly spoke in her ear. “You see, the secret is timing. You have to know just when the beanbag is ready for the hole…and, more important, when the hole is ready for the bag.” As he said this he switched from Abby’s ear to Summer’s and back. Both girls were awed by the surety of his hold on their waists and his low voice in their ears. He swayed his hips gently, swaying them with him. “Now try,” he said to Summer.
Summer, relaxed by the swaying, tossed the bag gently. It slipped through the center hole with barely a wobble. “You see?” he said.
He turned them so that they were all facing, his arms still around their waists. They looked up at his face. He was still smiling, but his smile had changed from charming to knowing. “It’s all about knowing just when the time is right.” As they danced together, he brought his right hand up Abby’s back to her hair. He brushed Summer’s forehead with his lips, then turned and gave Abby a firm kiss. She didn’t pull back, and after a moment returned it, pressing her lips into his. The he turned and kissed Summer, Abby leaning her head on his shoulder. He turned from one to the other, looking deep in their eyes. “And my timing is always perfect.”
He turned fully to Abby, kissing her again as he slipped his hands around her waist, under her sweater. He ran his hands up her back, and she raised her arms as he lifted the sweater over her head. He large, round breasts swung free, and he brought his hands down to cup them, then bent to bury his face in her cleavage. He inhaled her scent deeply as she raised her head in abandon, her hands in his hair.
Summer wasn’t forgotten. The barker turned around with his back to Abby, then reached behind him to bring her arms forward and wrap them around his waist. He put his hands on either side of Summer’s face and pulled her to him, giving her her own deep kiss. He pulled the overshirt off her shoulders, then began unbuttoning his vest and shirt. The two sisters helped eagerly, and when his chest was bare he pulled Summer’s tank top off, her perky breasts standing out proudly. He kissed her again as he backed her up to a long table that was standing to one side. He reached down and unfastened her shorts, sliding them and her underwear off. Summer raised her legs and wrapped them around him as he effortlessly lifted her onto the edge of the table.
He kissed Atalar Escort her again as he lay her back with her legs drawn up, then traced his tongue down her breasts, sucking on her hard nipples, and on to her belly. Summer moaned and twirled her fingers in his hair as he found her clit and began gently stroking around it and flicking it with his tongue. He parted her lips with his fingers, dipping them in the wetness, and sliding them smoothly into her. Behind him, he could sense that Abby was fingering herself as she watched him pleasure her sister, leaning against a post, one hand on the side of her face, the other down the front of her leggings. He could hear both of their ragged breathing, smell their arousal.
Summer’s clit was swollen now and her pussy was beginning to clench around his fingers. He kept going, and in a minute more she let out a scream of pleasure and grasped his hair harder. He slowed gently, helping her ride the orgasm to its end. She fell back, panting, pure bliss on her face.
He stood up as she recovered and took off his shoes and pants. Summer wasn’t looking, but Abby’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock. It was straight, thick, and rock-hard.
He saw her staring and smiled. “Don’t worry, the timing is perfect.” He leaned over Summer, who opened her eyes and looked up at him with desire on her face. She wrapped her legs around him again as he put his hands on her hips and began to enter her. She gasped, then threw her head back with a moan as she took his cock. He slowly thrust all the way in, then began rocking in and out. In a moment her breathing became ragged again, and in a few minutes he gave a groan, leaning over and grasping her shoulders, pulling himself deeper into her as she screamed with a new orgasm. He kept thrusting until she was spent, then lay on her a minute longer until she relaxed. As he pulled back, Abby, who had been fingering herself the whole time, could see his cock was still just as straight and hard.
“Are you ready?” he said as he stepped over to her. He kissed her, pressing her back against the post. His right hand slid down to the front of her leggings which, as he knew they would be, were soaking wet.
He pulled Abby over to stand at the end of the table in between Summer’s legs, where he had been standing a minute earlier. He bent Abby over, so that she was partly lying on her sister with her ass sticking out. He pulled Abby’s leggings down, noticing that she didn’t bother with underwear, baring her ass and her dripping pussy. Kneeling, her reached his hand up into the wetness feeling the throbbing and engorged clit. Abby moaned, laying her face on Summer’s shoulder, who wrapped her arms around her. Seeing how primed she already was, he stood and placed the tip of his cock against her slit and entered her. Abby moaned again as he sank himself in her, fucking her just like he had her sister, rocking her forward with each thrust. Her breathing became panting, and as he felt her tighten around his cock, he reached around front and found her clit with his hand. “Oh my God!” she screamed, and they orgasmed together, her pussy gushing as he filled her with his seed.
He collapsed on them, sandwiching Abby between himself and Summer. They lay together for a long time, savoring the bliss. Then he got up. He pulled his pants on and stood by the table, stroking their hair as the girls lay there a little longer. They got up on wobbly legs and got dressed, then kissed him again.
As they stepped outside the booth, glowing, he handed them each a large, brightly colored stuffed animal. “Here you go.” They took their “prizes” and hugged them.
“Will you come back next year?” Summer asked.
The barker gave a winning grin. “Count on it.”