Merry go 'round

Merry go 'round

The park sand play area was in the far corner of the field near the windbreak of pine trees. The baseball backstop formed the second enclosing barrier so that the swing sets and slides were hidden from views from the dead end gravel road or the parking lot. Only by walking through the picnic tables or driving around the outfield and past the pitchers bullpen could you drive right to the playground. In the center of the little amusements was a familiar contraption the spinning merry go-round. By running along side the kids could jump aboard and then pull them selves toward the center increasing the spin like an ice skater twirling and drawing in her legs and arms. Over and over they would spin and play taking turns flying out of the side into the soft sands.

It was nothing more than a circle of plate steel mounted on an old truck wheel bearing. There were pipe railings leading towards the center like chutes. Laughing children made daytime play here.Things would be different tonight; it was quiet in a moonless warm summer evening. The post midnight sky was inky black and scattered with brilliant jewels and celestial spirits.

The van slowly drove the last quarter mile with lights off at a near idle like a a brisk walk. Anne glanced across the front seat as they turned and blocked the road's view for any approach that followed. Unable to unfasten the seat belt with her cuffed hands behind your back, I walked around, open the door, and blindfold Anne securely. Slipping the gag between her teeth and fastening it firmly, he then opened the buckles and pulled her out to stand and be led helplessly to the swing set. Backing you slowly against the highest hanging seat strap, I push you off your feet and into the swings seat. Easing your weight forward I unlock one hand's cuff and move it the the suspending chain high over your head. With the other hand I pull out a suspension cuff, close it around your wrist before fixing it in the same position. Now I replace the first metal bracelet with the second suspension cuff and place it so you arms can just extend a bit to rest while sitting. Now I pull you forward as far as I can holding you chest high on your pendulum's swing. Unfastening your slacks and taking your panties elastic with my thumbs, I pull them under your bottom and down to your knees. Here I can hold you in the air while I pull off your shoes with one hand. Sliding the pants over you ankles I let you swing back and away into the dark, bare bottomed and constrained to the swing. Pulling your self up and onto your feet you stand chained from above in the sand box not knowing what will be next or where it will come from. Your last contact with any control of your movement is your feet in the sand holding you just as far back as you can step before the chains on your wrist cuffs lift you into the air. Walking silently around behind I push you forward so the seat cam slip under you once again. Now by pulling your ankles back and bending your knees I can hold you out of reach of the ground again, but this time your bare bottom is right at waist height in front of me. Taking a small soft plug from my bag of tricks I lube it and slowly slide it completely into your unprotected ass. You shudder reflexively and I feel your soft cunt growing moist as I reach beneath. The strap seat is holding you positioned weightless and by stepping back or forward I can find the perfect height to place the tip of my cock against the guarding lips. There is no way to resist or escape. With your butt hanging out and the strap at mid thigh you present easy access to the entrance to your warmth. My fingers outline the edges of the entrance slowly circling just grazing the outer edge of lips. Pressing gently at the perineum I waken more response and stir embers of a fire that has been dormant.

Wet trickling from the inside folds betrays your arousal, and the finger follows the trail inside. Probing against the wall against the plug behind a nerve is found that melts the tension I feel in your shaking arms. I'm hard as a rock as I drop my pants to the ground and find the entrance with the tip of my shaft. You hang weightless and penetrated while I stroke slowly to the deepest recess. Holding you there I start to hump you against my pubic bone, just stuffing you deep with no stroke at all. I spank you bottom with my free hand and warm the skin slowly before switching to even the slaps on both sides.

Now you are completely wet and warm and full. I withdraw and let you swing down to the bottom of the arc. After putting arm cuffs above your elbows I let you down and then clip your elbows together behind your back, before marching you to the merry go round and sitting you down on the edge facing outward. I push you onto your back with your helpless arms held along side your ribs unable to reach out. Then I cuff your hands to the outside of the radial hand rails so your bottom rests just at the edge of the metal platform. Sliding a cargo strap under your back, I push your knees back to your chest and strap them there against your belly with your feet sticking straight up and knees nearly at your shoulders. I start to fuck you some more, slowly and deliberately angling along each side of the in inner canal outlining the nerves in every area. Behind me in the moonless night I hear the quiet grinding of bicycles pulling up the gravel approach. Transfixed by the sight of the shadowy spectacle they watch knowing they have been seen without protest or concern. The woman's hands have unconsciously reached down to her vulva and she instinctively rubs herself. The man's bike shorts display his reaction clearly though the stretchy fabric. I silently motion him over and he can not resist the idea. I peel open a condom wrapper and hand him the circle of latex as I get up from my knee height fervor. He kneels onto the sand and slips his unfamiliar shaft inside to your surprise. I climb onto the platform and remove your blindfold, letting you see the muscular rider kneeling against you. Commanding you with my finger against my lips and shushing my breath, I let you know it is not the time to cry out and release the gag as well. Kneeling above your head I drag my balls across your face as I place the blood filled shaft end in you mouth. You suck and slobber closing your eyes to the cares that no longer concern you. Another pair of cyclists descend the hill side shortcut to the park, and whisper voyeuristic-ally at the spectacle. The second woman pushes her man forward wickedly wanting to see him too engaged. I motion him to kneel down next to the first and hand him another thin protective sleeve. On the next back stroke the first rider pulls out and pushes the wheel sideways like a pistol revolver indexing to the next chamber. As another pair of riders pulls up he slides in and takes over the rhythm, while the first wheel man pauses and rests. The third rider doesn't look back as he steps off the bike and slips off his Lycra shorts. His fat stumpy shaft is hard and ready. I hand him another condom and he slips it on and waits a moment then pushes his neighbor back and spins the wheel to the next position and takes over. Your sucking has lost any pattern and has dissolved into the most gentle envelopment.

The women are sitting back on one of the park benches watching comfortable as their partners turn the wheel back and forth swapping strokes seamlessly. Finally one of them ruptures his concentration and explodes from the depth of his balls. He unleashes the convulsive shudders of humping pressure against you and stands up to stretch his legs letting the remaining two resume the swapping strokes. As the second and third explode in turn. I step up and take my place again against the wheel of pleasure. The night is still dark even thought you have been taken for hours by now. I see the first rider sitting with his partner making out on the bench. As she see him getting hard again she pushes him to his feet to take his place at the wheel. It is a merry go round and each of us takes three turns squirting away our energy into your warmth. As the sky begins to get light in the east. I motion them back and sit you up at the edge of the steel turn table. Unfastening your hands from the rails I stand you up in the sand. You are beyond protest and there is no one who cares within miles. I lead you dripping and wet back to the van and put you on the mattress in back, bound and then blindfolded and drive into the sunrise.

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