One Last Ride
On the last night of an annual carnival, some locals engage in a time honoured tradition upon the Ferris Wheel. :3
This story was written for Riddle as part of my September Patreon themed request day. This month's theme was "All the fun of the faire." :D The story contains sexual activity between multiple consenting adults in a semi-public setting. :3
One Last Ride
At the base of the Ferris wheel, its operator sat back in her booth with one eye on the mechanical readouts, and the other on the screens displaying the interior of each capsule in a steady rotation, four at a time. She was panting softly, and though her gaze remained focused on her work there was a goofy grin spread over her face and a slight glassy glaze to her vision as the lupine woman's legs hung over the shoulders of the rabbit kneeling before her. His face was buried in her crotch, nose bumping against the mound of her pussy as his tongue lapped and slurped at her sensitive nether regions. The wolf massaged and stroked her lover's ears affectionately as he ate her out, her moans urging him onward alongside the liquid reward that dribbled out over his tongue in ever increasing volumes. But much as she was glad of his presence, it was watching the wheel's occupants which was fuelling the fires of her passion. She wasn't the only one enjoying the last ride of the carnival, after all. Far from it.
***
In car number one, two red faced college guys sat side by side, still strapped into their seats despite the enclosed capsule being perfectly safe to stand and move around within. The tiger and zebra moaned with nervous elation as they felt the other man's hand jerking them off, two rampant erections protruding through the unzipped, unbuttoned fronts of their trousers. Neither one of them had done this before. Not just with another guy. Never, at all. They hadn't expected this. They were just friends, or... had been, at least. But when they'd heard about the carnival's closing tradition, through stuttering and stumbling excuses of how it would be hilarious and how they dared their bro to do it with them, they'd realised something rather important.
They wanted this. They needed this. And as they jerked off their best friend, whom they'd been silently crushing on since first meeting in Freshers week, they'd never felt happier.
***
In car two, a curvaceous hyena giggled and whined as her boyfriend recorded her on his phone, occasionally pulling the camera up to show the scenery visible from the Ferris wheel's windows and demonstrate to whomsoever he planned on showing this video where they were as his lover performed. Soon enough though his camera was hurriedly drawn back to its main focus, the jeans tugged down around his plump partner's knees, the fabric of her panties pulled aside, and the fingers working over the large, bulbous and hyper-sensitive flesh of her clitoris. Tenderly he whispered to her, and as he held the phone steady in one paw, reached out for her with the other.
"God, baby... you're the hottest girl in the world."
Two of his fingers dipped between her legs, teasing between the flushed, prominent outer lips and pressing inward, drawing a ragged groan of excitement from the woman. She tweaked her ample clit firmly between two fingers, and her whole body bucked off its seat, causing the carriage to rock back and forth as a visible trickle of juices began to run down over her camera-wielding boyfriend's digits.
"Watch me, David. W-watch me cum... oohh... ohh yes... it's... aah... it's coming. I'm..."
***
An older couple, both in their mid forties, occupied the next carriage. The two foxes grinned at one another as they cast the last of their clothes aside, and as they stood naked before the windows, looking out over the carnival and the more urban landscape of the town beyond, they embraced tenderly. They had been coming to the carnival's closing for years now. They'd rode the Ferris wheel and rode one another since before they were even married. Now they were in no rush to fuck, happy to just enjoy the view for a little while as the male's cock twitched with ready excitement, and his wife's nipples stood firm and eager atop her still plump, bountiful breasts.
Of course, they may not have been as young as they had once been, but that didn't mean that they were any more patient than they had been back then. After less than a minute the arms wrapped around their beloved spouse had begun to fall towards the cheeks of their rear ends. They found themselves turning, away from the windows and towards one another, and kissing with deep and abundant passion. The carriage tilted slightly as Sarah pushed her husband back against one of its sides, and hooked one of her feet up onto the seats as she clawed passionately at his chest.
"J-just like the first time. Fuck me. Hold me. Make me feel young and beautiful again."
The male fox growled tenderly, pecking at his wife's flushed face even as he reached down and began to guide his cock towards her waiting loins.
"You're already as beautiful as you've ever been, my love. As for young... if I make you cum so hard, you'll forget the last twenty years for a second, does that work for you?"
Blushing, the vixen caressed her husband's chest over and over, running her trembling fingers through his soft fur as she nodded.
"Oh Jack. God yes, t-that'll do it..."
***
Kneeling upon her girlfriend's lap, Lana giggled and moaned as the otter suckled on her breast. With her t-shirt tugged up just enough to reveal her chest and her bra's cups tugged down to free the modest but perfectly formed mounds the tabby cat purred loudly as her lover's rough tongue teased her nipple to an almost painful state of erection. By the time she pulled herself free her hands were buried in Kayla's long brown hair, holding the now panting, breathless otter's head tenderly and turning it upward so their eyes met. Both girls moaned happily, and kissed. This was turning into one hell of an anniversary.
"W-we're not... we're not actually gonna... a-are we?"
The adorable nervousness and bubbling excitement within Kayla's voice turned Lana's loins to liquid. The cat purred once more, nodding down at her girlfriend in gleeful longing.
"I think we kinda are. If you still want to."
Kayla looked over her feline partner's shoulder, out beyond the plexi-windows of the Ferris wheel's carriage to the one slowly rotating and rocking opposite them. Already its own windows were steamed up, and she could see the palms of two hands trembling, fingers flexing and twitching against that surface. The otter whimpered, nodding bashfully.
"I want to. With you... here, a-anywhere, I want to."
***
"Oh... yes. Yes!"
Rachel's cries echoed around the gondola, the bunny's legs wrapped tightly round the waist of her new lover and her toes curling in ecstasy as he fucked her. She and the husky had only met while in the line for the ride, excited but also a little disappointed to each be riding alone. They'd started chatting, confessed that neither one of them had a partner with whom to share this experience, and now...
"Harder. Please. Oh fuck... fuck, I'm close. Make me cum. M-mhhh... make me... aahhhh_yes_!"
The husky yelped as he felt the beautiful woman's body convulsing around him, her pussy clamping down repeatedly around his shaft and her arms and legs trembling as she pressed her torso tenderly to his own. He pushed harder. His curled tail wagged and his hips became a blur as he fucked Rachel through her orgasmic high and beyond, feverishly seeking his own release while revelling in the idea of pushing the rabbit to yet greater extremes of her own pleasure. Her fingertips dragged through his fur, scrabbling at his shoulders for greater purchase as she seemed to hump urgently against his thick shaft. Her ankles were locked together beneath the base of his tail, binding them together with shameless hunger. God. He'd spent years looking for a woman like her. This confident, this eager to take what she wanted without the slightest embarrassment. And the fact that he'd found her, whether it was for just an hour or two or perhaps longer, it made him desperate to ensure that whatever she asked for, she got it.
"Knot me. O-ohhh, ahh god, t-that's so... so fucking good. Please, when you cum. Knot me. I want you in me. Locked in me. E-every inch. Every drop. Will you do that for me?"
He growled savagely in elation, and nodded. If this was what it meant to give this woman whatever she wanted... he'd gladly serve her for a lifetime and beyond.
***
Alone in another carriage, a barrel-chested St Bernard grunted as he painted his chest with hot, copious ribbons of his own cum. With one hand he milked the swollen knot of his cock, and the other he stroked its throbbing, twitching length. His footpaws were raised up against the plexi-glass window across from his seat, granting him the perfect angle to make a mess all over his shirtless torso. Yelp after strangled yelp of pleasure erupted from the tall, chubby dog as he revelled in this unique location, and though he may not have had anyone present to share in this experience with him, he couldn't have looked or felt more content than he did when his potent orgasm began to wane.
Leaning back even further in his seat, tongue hanging out and feet still raised up in the air, the dog relaxed. He delighted in not needing to move. Not needing to feel embarrassed or at all conscious of his surroundings as he sat there naked and covered in thick strings of his own seed, his swollen erection still quivering before him.
Grinning, the St Bernard glanced upward, to the roof of the gondola and the small, dome-like camera feeding his image back to the control centre far below. He hoped whoever was in there was watching. He hoped they'd enjoyed the show as much as he'd enjoyed giving it.
***
Every so often the Ferris wheel would cease turning for a brief while, one or two carriages emptying out, the occupants faces flushed and their clothing either ruffled or stained, if indeed they'd bothered to put it back on by that point. Others would rapidly move in to take their place though, ensuring that the wheel remained at capacity as it began to rotate and gently spin the myriad lovers held safe within its gondolas. This may have been the last ride of the carnival, but it wasn't even close to reaching the end of that final run. The queue, even though no-one else was permitted to join it at this point, still stretched practically half way across the carnival grounds. It was going to be a long day, and perhaps well into the night before the ride stopped turning. For it wouldn't let anyone down, wouldn't deprive anyone of their chance if as they were still eager to hop on board alone or with a partner.
Everyone deserved a last ride before the carnival shut down for the year, and thus the wheel would keep on turning around and around. The wolf within her control booth, not to mention the eager to please rabbit still pressing his soaking muzzle between her trembling thighs would keep the ride going, and going, and going, until all those within it... and indeed the two of them as well, were finally done cumming.
By Jeeves
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