Erotic Treasury by Susie Bright

Author:Susie Bright
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Chronicle Books
Published: 2008-06-10T16:00:00+00:00

The moon had turned into a magnifying glass, and it was burning out our insect eyes each time we wandered into light, so we sought shelter in the carny tent. “It’s time for dirty ’truth or dare,’” said Frank. “Are you two in the game?” At this point, we felt warm, embraced, and Daddy sat beside me with his palm on my knee.

“We’re in,” he said.

They made me drink enough to numb an elephant, and that’s when things got raunchy. On a dare, Frank’s girl began to do a sexy dance on me. She hiked her juicy gorgeous leg up on my shoulder. She took my hand and rubbed it up and down her wisp of underwear. Her pussy smelled like dandelion wine and winding wind that grabs at any cloying flower. I rubbed along her pussy lips with the beer bottle. I bent down and I blew a hollow sound into the bottle, then held it like a tuning fork against her clit. She made the oddest little dolphin chirps, then moaned. She looked at me and said, “Now you. Lie back so I can test how breakable you are.”

I looked at Daddy and I shrugged. I rested back against the folding chair and Cherry straddled me. She pried my legs apart and yanked my panties off. I loved how big and rough and soft she was. My folding chair began to tilt. That’s when I accidentally backed into the velvet drape that sectioned off the tent, and saw the startled boi behind the velvet shield. The boi was sitting in a wheelchair and his biceps flexed when he rolled back the wheels reflexively. He had an octopus tattoo on his left arm. “J. Monarch Young!” she scolded him. “What are you doing there?” The boi looked sheepish and she shook her head. She said to me, “That’s Young. He is the son of Frank. He’s paraplegic from a test-ride fall. He is a naughty little voyeur, too.”

Young coughed and shyly said, “Hello.”

“You ready for the bottle, dear?” she asked me gently. Young’s eyes were tracing me. “ To join the carnival, you swallow either fire or glass,” she said.

“I swallow glass,” I said, and grinned at her. I felt the coolness and the ridges of the bottle’s mouth, and tried to open up my hole for her. I wasn’t just performing so that Daddy could get off . I was performing for the boi. I knew his eyes were riveted on where he wished he’d put a message in a bottle just for me. As people hooted from the side, I glimpsed the boi’s gray eyes. I saw the tension in his skull beneath his perfect crew cut and I wanted to find handholds of his bones. “I think you’ve had your christening,” said Cherry, pulling out the glass. “You’re shatterproof and bullet proof; I toast you with my eighty proof.” She raised the whiskey bottle and she drank a slug. “As carnies used to say, ’You’ve got some snap in your garter, sweetheart.

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