Rain drips along the Seine. Rouen’s fairground buzzes under gray skies. Cold bites through my tight black stretch pants and pink wool sweater. No bra. Tits free under the flared collar. Long parka shields me. Candy apple sticks my red lips glossy. Sugar smears. Boyfriend queues for the rollercoaster. I hate thrills. Grab cotton candy instead. Pink fluff melts on my chin. Sticky mess.
He laughs, heads off. I wander to the ghost train. ‘Mill of Torments.’ Old woman at the booth. White hair under scarf. Fat rings like a psychic. Grin wrinkles her face. Ticket bought. Half-full cars. Plunges into black tunnel. Muffled screams echo. Pain cries mix with sadistic laughs. Blue-red glows flicker. Wax dummies tortured. Rack table stretches limbs. Hanging corpse sways.
First Grope in the Haunted Darkness
Cobwebs drape. Skeletons rattle. Wagon creaks slow. Gorilla bursts from shadows. Fur brushes close. Boys hoot. Girls shriek. I’m alone in my car. He lingers. Big paw tousles my hair. Other hand gropes under parka. Fingers knead my heavy tits through wool. Growls low. I smile despite fear. Heart races. Nipples harden. He massages deep. Pulls away as wagon jerks.
Exit light blinds. Tits throb. Nipples poke wool. Pupils wide. Hair messy. Old woman’s sly smile. Another ticket. I aim for last car. Adjust tits on safety bar. Offer them up. Parka wide open. Wait. Pulse hammers. Excitement builds. Gorilla spots me. Leaps in. Yanks sweater up hard. Tits spill out. Pushed high by bar. Fur paws them rough. Nipples spark under scratchy hair.
Sucking the Beast in the Final Tunnel
He stands over me. Zipper rasps between furry thighs. Small stiff cock pops free. Human. Wrinkled. Used. White pubes bushy. Old man’s dick on beast. Stare locks. He grabs my head. Pushes down. Sticky chin hits his fur. Cotton candy mixes with musk. I suck. Lips seal. He thrusts quick. Hands tangle hair. Growls muffled. Plays ape. Eyes dart. Black beads shine behind mask.
Wagon rattles. Tunnel walls close. Light cracks ahead. Exit near. Pace jerks faster. Chimpanzee fucks my mouth. I grin around shaft. Grunts fake terror. Balls tighten. Hot spurts flood. Salty. Thick. Gags me. No time to drain. Pulls out. Last ropes splatter chest. Wagon nears light. He wipes glans on my hair. Squeezes. Glob smears strands. Jumps off. Cock swinging. Back to cave.
Daylight hits. Dizzy. Cum coats tongue. Swallow rest. Pull sweater down. Wool sticks to wet tits. Comb hair. Cum gels locks in place. Glossy mess. Stumble out. Old woman winks. Find boyfriend. He laughs. ‘What’s that?’ Innocent eyes. ‘You got a beard now?’ Sticky chin. White streaks. Candy and seed blend. Giggle inside. Lesson learned. No cotton candy before gorilla cock.