Firemen's Carnival

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Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Reluctant, Group Sex, .

Desc: Sex Story: Her contribution to the Firemen's Carnival is not exactly what she expected.

"Mark! I'm over here!" I waved my hands wildly, trying to get my husband's attention. It was useless though; he couldn't hear me over the noise of the crowd and he hadn't noticed our booth when he walked past.

"Hey, lady. Can we get some pies here or not?" A sweaty, overweight man stood beside three sweaty, underweight kids. Each child clutched a dollar bill in their dirty little fists.

I took a last look at Mark's back, disappearing behind the Ferris Wheel. Oh, well, he'd keep looking until he found me. I'd get his attention the next time I saw him. I turned back to my customers.

"Certainly, sir," I smiled. "How can I help you?"

"What do we have to do, anyway?" the man asked as the children started playing in the dirt.

"It's very simple," I replied. See that man's head in the middle of the bullseye?" Brian Wallace's balding pate was the only part of his body you could see. The rest was completely hidden inside the tent behind him. A drawstring kept him from pulling his head back inside. "You can buy whipped cream 'pies' for a dollar apiece. You have to throw from behind the counter. If you hit him directly, you win one of the big teddy prizes. If your pie lands in one of the other rings, you win that prize. All the money goes to benefit the local animal shelter. Have some fun for a worthy cause!"

"Ok, gimmee three pies. Hey! You guys were crying to do somethin'. Do you want to do this or not?" he cuffed one of the children in the back of the head.

I bent over to pull three pies from under the counter and heard him chuckle. "Maybe I should wait until it's your turn," he hooted. "I'd get two bullseyes instead of one. Damn big ones, too." He laughed loudly at his own joke.

I blushed. I knew what he was referring to. I'd worn this top because Mark liked seeing me in it, forgetting I'd be bending over all day. Every time I did, the scoop neck fell open and people could see all the way to my bra. I'm not small on top so that made for a pretty vulgar display. Guys had been staring at my tits all day and occasionally making remarks but this was the first pig to say something in front of his kids.

I handed him his pies and moved to the side so he could throw. It didn't matter; I loved the animal shelter but we needed money to operate and the fireman's carnival was one of our biggest fundraisers. If it meant letting a few jerks ogle my body, who cared? I could put up with it for a few hours.

I talked with Betty Johnson, the woman in charge of our booth, while trying to keep an eye out for Mark. Finally I saw him walking on the other side of the midway.

"Betty, I need to go talk to Mark. I'll be right back," I thrust my money apron into her hands and dashed around the end of the counter.

Betty laughed. "You've been married five years and you're still running after him? You need to get him trained!"

Mark gave me a big hug when I caught up to him. "Hi, Kathy, where have you been? I've walked the whole place three times!"

"Well, I tried to get your attention but you didn't see me. What's going on?"

"Nothing much. How long do you have to work?" Mark looked bored. "I have a softball game later."

"I'm working at the counter until one, then I have to be the target for an hour," I replied. "Then I'm done. Will that be in time for your game?"

"Sure. I'm going over to the beer tent with Jerry. This is kind of lame." He grinned. "Maybe I'll come visit you when you're in the bullseye."

"Don't you dare," I warned him. "If you hit me with a pie, I'll never forgive you!"

"Maybe I'll be aiming for another bullseye," he said slyly, as I felt his hand knead one of my cheeks, squeezing it firmly.

"Mark!" I squealed. "People can see!" I looked around but the carnival was so crowded that nobody paid much attention to us, hugging each other off on one side.

"Bye, babe. I told Jerry I'd be right over. I'll swing by every once in a while," Mark gave me a big kiss, squeezed my rear one more time and drifted off into the crowd.

The next couple of hours passed quickly. My best friend Holly came on and we had a lot of fun. Holly is a shameless flirt, although she's happily married. She loves to flash her boobs and rear end in men's faces and being around her helps me loosen up a little too. I'm not as relaxed as she is but I quit worrying about showing a little boob when I bent over or whether my skirt lifted a little in the breeze. I even flirted back a little after I saw how much money Holly got the guys to fork over. It made the time fly and we raised a lot of money for the shelter. I saw Mark a couple of times and once he even bought a couple of pies and tossed them at Betty when she was the target.

Soon it was time for me to be the target. Believe it or not, I was looking forward to it. The tent is set back far enough so you hardly ever get hit, you don't have any real responsibility except to smile and occasionally taunt people throwing pies, and you can get off your feet and rest. Inside the tent is a padded bench. You get on all fours but the bench supports your weight and it's actually very comfortable.

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