One day a friend of mine phoned me up and said I should come over to his house because a bunch of people were going to a small travelling amusement park that had just come to our town for a few days. I thought the idea was stupid, so I declined. The friend kept pushing and I finally agreed. It wasn’t like I was doing anything else.
I got to Dave’s house and when I went in I could see a group of about eight people had gathered. I knew them all except one and it soon became clear they were trying to set me up with the girl I didn’t know, who I was told later had had a crush on me for a fair while. This pissed me off as Liz just wasn’t my type - totally straight, kind of horsey-faced, and no boobs whatsoever. Naturally they worked it so that I had to drive her to the amusement park and listen to her inane natter until we got there.
After we’d been there for a bit, Liz said she needed someone to go with her on this sort of tilt-a-whirl ride. I couldn’t get out of it without being a total jerk, so I climbed into the bucket and Liz got in and sat with her back against me. In that position, her soft, jeans-covered ass was pressed against me and I instantly got a throbbing boner. The ride started and whenever the bucket made a hard turn, her ass was jammed into my cock, and then released when g-forces co-operated. In effect, I was being involuntarily dry-humped in a public amusement park ride!
After this went on for a while, I was on the verge of cumming in my jeans despite my resentment of being set up with Liz. I tried to will myself not to blow my load, but my arousal was not to be denied. Another turn of the bucket and Liz’s hot little ass was pressed hard against me. I’m pretty sure she knew what was going on because she seemed to rhythmically press against me. Somehow managing not to scream in pleasure, I started cumming as I pushed my meat against Liz’s thrusts. The load was huge and the orgasm prolonged because of the layers of fabric between us. I could smell my cum and I assume Liz did as well.
We got out when the ride ended and my cum mercifully hadn’t soaked into my jeans, but I could tell my underwear was all wet. I ducked into the nearest port-a-potty and removed my jeans. As I suspected, my underwear was sopping wet with the cumload so I stripped them off and threw them down the toilet. Then I wiped the cum off my cock, balls, thighs, and pubic hair with some paper towel and went commando under my jeans.
When we drove back to Dave’s house, Liz kept asking if I’d had a fun time and if the tilt-a-whirl was my favourite ride. I was glad when Liz left and gave my friends shit for the set up. Funnily enough, I met Liz on the street a couple of years later. She had gotten married to some nerd in the meantime and said to me, “We’ve never met before.”
Being an ass, I replied, “Sure we have. On that ride at that amusement park a couple of years ago.”
“No! I’ve never seen you before in my life!”
“OK,” I responded, “whatever you say Liz.”
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