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Date: Mon, 30 Dec 1996 16:08:48 UTC
Subject: REPOST: Sex Flags Over the Greatheads

                        SEX FLAGS OVER THE GREATHEADS

        So one bright sunshiny day we were off in the van to the local
amusement park.  Liz drove, Pat rode shotgun, I sprawled in the back seat.
For easy access the girls wore short little sundresses with split-crotch
panties, and I wore these baggy shorts.  Of course, the girls had their
vibrators along and buzzed each other silly the whole way.  Once in a
while, Pat would climb into the back for some flagpole sitting.  They had a
grand time driving truckers nuts and shocking the Sunday drivers.  We
passed this one family that was particularly funny.  Pat had her feet on
the dashboard and that look on her face as we passed them.  Mom was
scandalized, but Dad (driving) and Junior (in the back seat) couldn't see
enough.  They'd pass us, both male necks craning, then we'd pass them.  One
time Pat showed them the vibrator, next time she mooned them, and finally
she mooned them with the vibe up her snatch.  The guys were in a heavy
sweat and Mom was having kittens.  The last time they passed us she was
slapping the shit out of Dad.

        After they pulled off we started with the chartered bus.  It was
full of high school sophomores, 15 and 16 year olds, also on their way to
the amusement park.  As we pulled up next to the last couple of windows Liz
propped her left leg up against the door and started rubbing her crotch.
The one boyface at the window quickly became half a dozen as Liz slowly
inched her dress up over her bald beaver.  Right about then Pat figured it
was time to start squeezing Liz's thigh, and the bus damn near tipped over
from all the boys rushing to the left rear.  When Pat started rubbing Liz's
clit between her thumb and forefinger Liz sighed and pulled in behind the
bus.  The kids in the back had a great view.  Liz undid her top and out
popped those wondrous tits, as well as several pairs of teen-aged eyes.

        "Jesus!" I yelled as the car started spazzing out.  "Can't you cum
without killing us?"

        With Liz taken care of, Pat got her feet back up on the dashboard
for a return bout with Plastic Man, after which she decided the younguns
needed a sex-ed demo, and got in back with me.

        "After all," she said whipping out Peter O'Toole, "we haven't given
the girls much to look at so far, have we?"

        And sure enough, there were a couple of girl-types gaping down at
the big salami as Pat stroked it.  Then she gave them a big grin and
swallowed the fucker.  I could almost hear the gasp in the bus.  After
throating me a bit she hoisted up her dress, faced the audience, and hid
the salami.  Then we played "Now you see it, now you don't".  All God's
Chillun, male and female, were taking notes.  Pat told me to let her know
when I was ready so she could show them how it's done, and I timed it so we
were approaching the parking lot.  Pat hopped off and the kids gawped as my
load ricocheted off the car ceiling.

        "Wow," said Pat as she squeezed me dry.

        "Yeah," I said.  "Those little girls are pretty sexy.  Especially
that Oriental one."

        At the parking lot entrance booths the bus went one way and we went
another, but no sooner were we inside the park than a bunch of teenage boys
started yelling and waving at us.  So naturally Liz and Pat saunter over to
meet them.

        "So," says Liz.  "Who has the biggest pecker?"

        Laughing, giggling, finger pointing.

        "Fuck that," says Pat.  "Who can shoot the furthest?  That's what I
want to know."

        "Yeah," says Liz.  "And last the longest?"

        "Shit," says Pat.  "Kids this age don't need to last long.  I bet
they can cum 4, 5 times in a row."

        This trash talking was making a big hit with the boys, but I was
looking around for those couple of girls who'd been so interested in my,
ahem, manhood.  Just as I spotted one, this blonde cheerleader-type,
looking at me from a ways off I noticed some chaperoney looking persons
beginning to eyeball Liz and Pat.

        "C'mon," I said, taking Liz by the arm.  "Let's blow this
popstand."

        "But can't we spend some time with these nice young men?" she
asked, oh so demurely.

        "Okay," I said to the boys.  "See that chicken joint over there?
You can't see it from here, but there's a couple of rest rooms behind it.
We'll go over there now and get set up.  You guys come on in after your
keepers over there forget about us."

        I knew about this restroom from my last trip there.  The guy who
put it there must have been gay, because it was perfectly laid out for
hanky-panky.  Not only was it tucked away unseen, it had two sides, so most
people would just walk in, take a leak in the first urinal they saw and
buzz off.  Why go around to the other side?  Well, last time I was here, I
happened to see a pair of swishers going around to the other side.  Nudge
nudge, wink wink, say no more.

        I went in first to scout the place, then called to the girls when I
saw the main side was empty.  As we went around the other side, though,
damn if we didn't hear some mighty peculiar sounds coming from one of the
stalls.  With my finger to my lips I motioned the girls to look under the
door.  Two feet sitting at the pot, two standing facing it.  Hmm.  Quietly
we entered the stall on each side and stood on the john to look over the
partitions: one guy standing there moaning with his hands in this other
guy's hair, his cock down the guy's throat.  The guy sitting and sucking
has hold of the other guy's butt and his thumb crammed up his ass.

        "Gee," says Liz across from me.  "We should have that cocksucker
over to give us lessons."

        Her voice galvanized the two fags, and out popped the dick, but its
owner must have been all set to cum anyway because he shot a wad right in
his buddy's eye.

        "Ow!" the guy yells.  "Watch where you're pointing that thing!"

        Squirt!  Another load for the other eye.

        "It's women!" the shooter yells.  Then he sees me.  "And a real
hunk!  Come on in here big boy and I'll show your girl friends how it's
done."

        "Oh yes," says the cocksucker after wiping his eyes.  "I'll bet
you're a monster."

        And damn if he don't start wanking off right there in front of us.
Shameless bastards.

        "Look," I said as I heard the boys arriving.  "We got a bunch of
teenage boys about to show up.  You two stay put in there, and don't be
bugging them or I'll knock the shit out of you."

        "Ooh," says the guy jerking off.  "You old meany."

        "Oh God," says the other.  "If that monster hits me I'll come all
over you again Stanley."

        I sighed.  What can you do?  The boys were here anyway, and Liz and
Pat had hopped off their john to be good little hostesses.  About a dozen
of the little turds, half of them already had their weenies out by the time
I got out of my stall.

        "Oooh, Tommy!" squeeled Stanley from inside his stall.  "Look at
all the fresh meat!"

        "Okay," I announced.  "Keep down the noise or the park fuzz'll be
in here and no one will get their nut.  I'll go stand guard and make sure
trouble doesn't find it's way down this side."

        As I left to lurk near the door I saw the stall with Tommy and
Stanley open up.  Oh well, I figured, Pat and Liz can probably handle them
better than I can anyway.  They had the boys in a circle and were making
the rounds helping with the wanking and stooping down for a lick or two.
They didn't want to kneel on the floor though so they each took a stall and
the boys queued up.  Damn if some of them didn't line up at Stanley and
Tommy's stalls.  Pretty soon there was one helluva lot of cocksucking going
on in that restroom, and everytime one of the little nippers was about to
dump a load his personal cocksucker, be it Liz or Pat or Stanley or Tommy,
would lead him out to a certain crack on the floor to finish him off by
hand.  Then they'd keep track of who shot the furthest wad and who shot the
biggest.  And no sooner had some kid creamed on the floor than he'd get in
some other line to start over again.  I tellya it gave new meaning to the
phrase "fountain of youth".

        After a bit I was getting tired of this shit and wanted to do some
rides, but couldn't see how to end it.  Bingo, right on cue, in walks this
big dumb park guard.  Holy shit.  He walks past without even noticing me
and just about soils his shorts.  Luckily, both Liz and Pat were in their
stalls right then and all he saw was Stanley, whom he chased into a stall,
me right behind him.  Just as he was about to grab Stanley I grabbed him:
around the chest with one arm and through the crotch with the other.  I
lifted the dirtbag up and turned him upside down.  Stanley split, along
with everybody else, and I plunged the guard's head into the john.  I was
beginning to enjoy myself as I stomped on the flush handle with my left
foot.  Nothing like giving some dufuss a swirly to lift my spirits.  Too
bad I didn't have time for a chocolate swirly though.  So then I dumped the
spluttering bozo onto the deck and raced out to the door where I stopped
and rammed myself up against the wall.  In just seconds the sodden guard
galumphed up and grabbed me.  I looked at him, startled, then made sure he
saw me notice his uniform.

        "Ah," I said.  "I assume you are pursuing that oaf who just nearly
ran me down."

        "What?" he said.  Quick on the uptake, this one.

        "A big guy," I spelled it out for him.  "Just ran past me.  Knocked
me up against the wall.  He was with a curly-haired guy in blue shorts and
a pink shirt."

        That was what my friend Stanley was wearing.  Stanley was the fag
he'd seen you may recall.  Nice touch that.  It was the truthful detail
that set him off in wild pursuit, his head soaked in toilet water.  I found
Liz and Pat in line for the sky ride.  They giggled when they saw me, told
me how nice I was to have around.  They had this pimple-faced kid with
them.

        "So who's this?" I asked.

        "This is Greg," said Liz.  "He still hasn't popped his wad, so
we're gonna do him on the sky ride."

        "Great," I said, not very enthusiastically.  I didn't want to get
tossed out of the park before riding any coasters for God's sake.  But I
like to humor the girls.  After all, they're each one in a million, aren't
they?  So as soon as we're out of the station they got Greg's tubesteak out
and Liz is sitting next to the kid letting him feel her wondrous tits while
Pat is down on the floor out of sight sucking him off.  Shit, I was getting
a bit stiff myself.  When we reach the top Pat hops up and says the kid's
about to spurt, so they make him stand up and stick his dick over the side
for the big event.  Liz reaches through his legs and tickles his balls
while Pat wanks him off by hand.  Some alcoholic hillbillies in the car
approaching us are struck dumb, and, squirt, there goes Greg onto the folks
below.  Talk about hocking lugies.  This kid apparently hadn't come yet
this year 'cause he dumped one helluva load on the innocent bystanders
below.  I saw one huge glob nail this old fat broad on her bare shoulder.
She looked at her shoulder, then up at us, so I waved, being the friendly
type.  Damn if she didn't smile and scoop the cum up in her hand, then lick
her hand clean.  Made me want to puke.  I mean, some people!

        After we lost Greg we finally did some rides, which we managed
without attracting too much attention.  The only problem came when the
girls got soaked on this flume ride and their tits were so visible they
might as well have taken off their shirts.  Liz, of course, got most of the
attention, with her world- class knockers, but I noticed flat-chested Pat
had her fans too.  At long last we got to the coaster, the main reason I go
to this park.  It was a classic old woodie, built back in the 30's, not all
that big but plenty wild.  It had a nice setting too.  After it left the
station it meandered off into the woods and down a gully so there was
actually some privacy.  Just a lap bar too, none of those goddamn horse
collars.  A real sweet ride.  Liz and I usually rode in the back seat where
you get the wildest ride, and Pat would sit in the seat right in front of
us.  Often, she rode alone but sometimes another single rider would join
her.  One time Liz decided to combine coasters and sex.  She'd gotten horny
again from eyeballing all the scantily-clad people and attracting so much
attention on the flume.  So on the way up the lift this one time she starts
rubbing her crotch and grinning at me.  Pat was right in front of her, and
some guy about 30 or so was in front of me.  Liz's giggling and sighing
caused him to look back and I thought his eyes would pop right out of his
head.  Just then we hit the drop and the guy's attention snapped back to
the coaster.  Not for long though.  Liz kept it up the whole way to the
turn-around, by which time she was having a really good time.  At first the
guy just snuck peaks, but then he saw Pat looking back and grinning and he
glanced quickly at me and saw I didn't mind, so in no time at all he was
gawking with his tongue hanging out.  Going over a camelback I heard Pat
say, "Oh my!  Look at this!", and her hand dropped into the guy's lap.  We
all got a little air time on that speed bump but that guy somehow got more
than the rest of us.  As we were pulling into the station Liz was growling
and the guy was moaning.

        "Well," said I as we disembarked.  "Looks like we better go around
again, eh?"

        "Yeah," said Liz.  "I didn't quite finish."

        The guy, meantime, was trying to walk in such a way as to hide his
hard-on.

        "How 'bout you?" Pat asked him going out the exit.  "Wanna go
around again?"

        "You got that right," he said.  "Let me just square it with my wife
first."

        She was this dumpy type sitting on a bench.  She didn't seem
pleased he wanted to go again, and she was even less pleased when she
tumbled that he was with these two hot broads.  Fortunately the line wasn't
very long.  Liz ground up against the metal railing and Pat brushed up
against the guy's weenie as much as she could.  I caught this young girl, a
regular hot tamale, sneaking peaks at our shenanigans and suddenly realized
it was the cheerleader-type from the bus.  She looked even better up close
and personal.  Very nice young athletic legs.  When I smiled at her she
turned beet red and looked away.  I noticed as we all boarded, however,
that she snuck another peak at the guy's boner.  We were barely out of the
station before Pat and Liz were both at it.  I could tell by the back of
the cheerleader's head she could hear them, and sure enough she leaned over
to her boyfriend (cheerleaders always have boyfriends) and said something.
A few seconds later Mr.  Nonchalant looks back and nearly chokes when he
sees Pat's hands all over this guy's tentpole.  When we hit the drop the
guy didn't know whether to shit or cream his jeans.  He let out something
between a yowl and and a groan.  Liz's shriek, meanwhile, was pure sex, and
gave the cheerleader and her beau goose bumps.  Really, I could see them.
At the bottom of the drop the beau's arm moved into the cheerleader's lap
and she looked quickly at him, surprised by something.  I can't imagine
what.  By the turn-around there were three plenty hot people in the last 3
seats of that train.  Liz was yelling her head off and thrashing around,
the guy with Pat was grunting and groaning, and the cheerleader's head hung
down then rolled around in concentration.  Just as we hit the station Liz
yelled, "Now!" and started bucking and whining and nearly crying, Pat's guy
let out an "Aaaaarrrggh!" and came in his pants, and the cheerleader nearly
hopped out of the car.  We all gave the coaster a big hand as we pulled
into the station.

        The cheerleader needed help walking and Pat's friend toddled back
to his wife with bowlegs 'cause his shorts were full of cum, and Liz's
panties were so wet I wanted to throw them at the guy's wife to see if
they'd stick to her face.

        "Gee," said Pat.  "That looked pretty good.  I think I'll try it."

        "Wait," said Liz.  "How 'bout if I do you?"

        "Great!  What about you Gunner?"

        "No sweat," I said.  "I'm getting off watching, and I don't think I
need a wad of cold wet sperm in my shorts just yet."

        We all laughed as we watched the guy hobble off with his wife
yakking at him.  Well, for once, he had the last laugh.  This time Liz and
Pat got in the back seat and I got in the seat in front of them.  I was
joined by a very proper looking woman about 35 or so.  Real nice looking,
just the librarian type.  Nice slim figure, good ass and legs, fine
upstanding little tits.  I'd been scoping her out on the plat- form and
here she was.  As we pulled out of the station she waved to some guy, her
husband I suppose, and who was standing next to the dude smiling at me, but
good ol' Stanley.  Hubby and Stanley looked quite friendly together, really
pally-wallies.  At the top of the lift I heard Pat say, "Mmmm." I looked
back and Liz had Pat's skirt up around her waist and was petting her bare
thighs.  I faced forward and watched the librarian out the corner of my
eye.  She was trying not to look, but hey, it's not something you see every
day is it?  At the bottom of the first drop Pat grunted a grunt of pure
animal sex and I looked back to see Liz's middle finger jammed completely
up Pat's snatch and her palm grinding up against her clit.  You could see
plenty of Pat-juice all over the seat.  I caught little Ms.  Proper looking
too.  Her ears turned red as she quickly looked away.  On the turnaround,
though, I caught her again.  This time she was looking sideways at my
crotch.  I looked down and sure enough, my semi-hard cock was pretty
evident.  On the camelbacks back to the station, as Pat screamed and Liz
kept saying, "Come on baby, come on", the woman started pushing her legs
together and squirming back and forth ever so little.  I fell in love on
the spot.

        When we disembarked, I decided we had to follow the librarian, so
off we went with that shithead Stanley smirking at me from time to time,
and me making furious faces at him like I was gonna break his fucking jaw
so he couldn't suck any cock for a while.  His quarry completely ignored
his wife, the faggot.  We ended up at this indoor hamburger and hot dog
joint that Stanley obviously knew all about, and he and hubby headed
straight for the head to get some head.  I guess that's why it's called the
head, huh?  Ms.  Librarian got herself a Coke and parked it at a nearby
table to wait.  Motioning Liz and Pat to take the table just across from
her, I followed the boys into the pissoir.  Inside, I took a leak while
Stanley did his thing in one of the stalls.  Back at the table I started
telling Liz in a voice loud enough for the librarian to hear what was going
on in there.

        "Geez," I said.  "There's two guys in one of the stalls in there
and I think they're up to no good."

        "Ooh," said Liz cozying up.  "Tell me more."

        "Well," I said.  "One guy was saying 'Suck me you queer bastard.
Suck my big dick."

        Liz moaned and started rubbing my big dick through my shorts.  Pat
positioned herself to obstruct the view from everyone but the librarian.

        "Yeah," I went on.  "Then he wanted the other guy to stick a finger
up his ass."

        "No shit?" said Liz, squeezing me so that my cock was clearly
outlined through my shorts.  The librarian stared, then crossed her legs
tightly.

        "I'm not making this up," I said.  "You should have heard the
slurping!"

        "Mmmm," said Liz, pulling my shorts up so my peckerhead was
exposed.  The two tables were arranged so that the librarian was quite
close to me, and she was the only person there who could see under our
table.  When she saw Mr.  Happy swelling up his big head she really started
rocking that one leg.  She even ran her tongue over her lips,
unconsciously.  I damn near spurted right then and there, but I didn't have
the range yet.

        "Then the guy said, 'Suck me till I come in your mouth, then I want
your hot meat down my throat."

        "Oh yes," said Liz.  "I love enthusiasm."

        Pat's eyes were gleaming.  She's always enthused.

        I was enthused too.  Liz was squeezing and milking and the
librarian was rocking and squirming and I was sighting down the barrel.
What a pair of legs!

        "Next thing I heard was this grunting and the guy said, 'I'm
coming!', and then there was all this swallowing and choking."

        "Ooh," said Liz.  "Must have been quite a load."

        "That's what it was all right," I said, taking aim.  "Quite a
load."

        And then ol' one-eye opened up and sprayed cum all down the
librarian's leg.  She immediately spazzed up and nearly knocked her table
over.  Her legs locked tight to- gether, and she doubled over at the waist
jamming her right elbow into her crotch to sur- reptitiously press against
her clit.  That jarred the table and knocked over her Coke.  She moaned, so
I let rip with another blast and got her again.

        "Oh Gunner," said Liz.  "Such a mess!"

        Then she and Pat jumped up to help wipe off the librarian.  Liz
took a napkin to the cum on her leg while Pat held it out to be wiped.

        "Look what a nice leg," says Pat.

        "Yes," says Liz.  "How far up does it go?"

        "All the way," says Pat sliding her hand up to the woman's bush.

        "Oh my," she says pulling her hand back before the woman could
react.  "Sopping wet."

        "Uh oh," says Liz to the babe.  "We better get you out to our van
to get you cleaned up.

        The woman was startled, but game.  There was only one problem.

        "What about my husband?" she asked.

        "Not to worry," I said gallantly coming to the rescue.  I had just
noticed my old friend the guard go by, so I ran out and got him.

        "Hey," I said.  "Remember me?  One of those guys you're looking for
is in that men's room with some other guy.  I don't even want to guess what
they're doing."

        So Liz, Pat, the librarian and I scooted out to the van just as the
cavalry was roaring into the men's room.  Poor Stanley, I thought.  He
wasn't going to get out of this one.  In the van, we ripped off the lady's
clothes and licked every square inch of her body, as well as quite a few
inches that weren't square.  It was pretty cool with the tinted windows.
There I'd be, stuffing the sausage into this babe's poop-chute, all the
while looking out the window at the unsuspecting passers-by.  Saw quite a
few other babes out there I'd love to do the nasty with, popped a load in
fact over one black babe.  Sigh.  So many women, so little time.  By the
time the three of us got done with Ms.  Library she was almost comatose.
She just laid there, unable to move.  We figured we'd better take her home.
Hubby was undoubtedly in the hoosegow anyway.  She and I slept some until
Liz woke us up giving us Greathead.  Then I porked her one more time while
Liz licked her clit, and we dumped her off at home.  All in all, it had
been a fun day.  I'd had a lot of good rides.  Never saw that little
Oriental girl again though.  Pity, that.