Summer fair

It is summer and the fair is in town. You weave through the stalls and rides until your girlfriend slinks off with her boy for a snog and a fingering on the 'Tunnel of Love.' He smirks, "Join us!" but she pokes him in the ribs and says, "Meet us at the candy floss stall in 20 minutes." You wouldn't have gone with them anyway; you are more likely to have your head in a book than a boy's lap, not like your slutty friend. But you've known her since you were five, and she's always looked out for you when you were bullied at school.
You notice a small crowd at an exhibit you haven't seen before. You walk closer and see it is a set of medieval stocks, mounted on a platform, flanked on the outer sides by head high walls and with a curtain at the back. The carnival guy calls for a volunteer. He turns down two or three giggling, probably drunk, people.... Then sees you.
I beckon you to come forward, and step out of my 'booth.' "Don't be shy, pretty girl! I don't bite!" and I make a sweeping gesture to the crowd who laugh and applaud, encouraging you to become involved. You blush, and I know I have chosen well.... I take your hand and lead you to the rear of the exhibit. We mount the wooden steps and I pull the curtain closed behind us and you see that only our upper bodies are visible to the onlookers, hardly more than head and shoulders. I bend you into the open stock and place your head and arms in the three holes. I lower the top half of the prison and fold down a simple latch. There is no way of escape until I release you.
Then I reveal the nature of the game. "Step up! Step up! A dollar a kiss!" You struggle but the stocks hold you firmly. "Let me go, you bastard!" But you feel the flat of a blade against your side, "Better play along, girlie! This makes me a fucking fortune in every town!" I hiss under the cheering of the crowd. "I'll let you go when they've paid up and I don't need you anymore!"
A small boy steps forward, encouraged by his father. A coin is dropped into the jar and the man lifts his son for his first kiss. The boy pecks your cheek and the crowd laugh. I lean forward and whisper, "There's nothing you can do, pretty girl! Call out, and there'll be an accident, ok?" I encourage the man to show him how it's done! The man puts down his son and drops another coin in the jar. He parts your flowing blonde hair and takes your head in his hands. He plants a kiss full on your lips and the crowd applaud.
Another man, feeling brave now someone has started things off, steps up and kisses you harder. He forces his tongue into your unwilling mouth. You feel me lift your flimsy summer dress over your perfect, pert bum, hidden in the enclosed booth. I touch the gusset of your panties and find they are slightly damp. I smile and call out to the crowd, "Step up! Step up! Let's show the pretty Miss how we kiss in your lovely town! Show her a good time!'
A third man ... older with a wrinkled face but looking kind ... kisses you deep and long .. drops another coin in the jar .. and does it again! You close your eyes and moan into his kiss as you feel me pull down your panties, my fingertips brushing the soft flaps of your pussy lips. The crowd swells as word spreads around the fairground about what the mysterious stocks are for. You are kissed again and again, and I slip my fingers under you, exploring your slit, feeling for your increasing wetness.
A middle-aged woman steps up, clearly drunk but she is attractive, in a slutty milf sort of way. She touches your hand then strokes your hair. "Coin" I remind her and she fumbles in her purse, stuffs a five dollar note in the jar and goes to town on you! She stares into your eyes .. she was beautiful when young, clearly .. but life's been hard on her .. her alcohol breath stings your nostrils. My fingers playing on your slit makes you return her kiss, tongues entwined, encouraging her to become more aggressive in her attentions. As her kissing intensifies, she grips your hair, hurting you. You can't pull away, either up or back, so you have no choice but to endure it until I tap her on the head, "That's five dollars' worth, lady!" and the remaining crowd cheer. She takes a bow and falls over. Her friends hurry to take her away and more people step up for a stolen kiss. Eventually, people start to drift towards the music area as a popular local band begins to play.
Those who remain see a change in your face as I pull down your panties and take out my cock rubbing it between your legs. I kick your feet apart and feel your pussy juice on my hardening shaft. No one can see why, behind the boards and curtain, but they see your eyes widen with surprise.... or fear. You beg for release but you feel the blade on your arse cheek, telling you "No, you can not go yet!" Then you feel my cock pressing inside you. My girth stretches you, opening you in a way you have never known. And the next man takes your breath in another kiss.
No one even looks up to see the smile on my face as I enjoy the sensation of your tight young pussy wrapped warm and wet around my swollen rod. They are too interested in your soft moans and flickering eyelids as they continue to pay for kisses, some soft, some hard, all lustful, all wishing they could take you home for some real fun, for the fun I am having fucking you slowly from behind.
The small boy who gave you his first kiss has wandered around the back of the stall, unnoticed by his father, who is enjoying watching your face as the kisses continue, not knowing why you are moaning and your head is moving as much as the stocks allow.
Three youths come forward, sniggering and nudging each other. The first leans in for a kiss. "Money in the jar!" I pant as my hips thrust forward, pressing my cock deeper inside you. I grip your hips to stop my torso rocking too much, so no one guesses what is happening to you. Unless that little boy opens the curtain.....
Of course, the boy slips in, unnoticed, and silently watches my cock glide in and out of your dripping wet snatch, glistening with your juices and squelching noisily with each deep thrust. I look down, seeing the boy, his eyes as wide as his mouth, and laugh. "You want a better look?" I slip from you and take his hand in mine, pressing it to your dripping pussy. He clenches his fist.... Instinctively trying to avoid touching the unknown, but his curiosity takes over.
You cry out as his little fist pushes into your pussy, and he grins as he wiggles his fingers inside you. The first of the youths gets a surprise as your cry is caught in his open-mouthed kiss! Meanwhile, you hear, "Peter! Peter! Where are you?!" the father calls, searching for his son. The young men discuss whether they have the nerve to do to your mouth what one of them has suggested, their cocks straining in their jeans.
When all three of the lads have had their kisses, they whisper amongst themselves and start to pool their cash. I know what they want, and when we agree a price, I tell them to fetch the wooden steps at the back of the booth. Then the father comes through the curtain! "What the fuck?! Peter?!" You yelp as the boy pulls his arm from you suddenly, but the music is loud and there are screams of excitement from the fairground rides, so no one takes any notice.
I beg the father not to report me, and he grins slyly, telling his son to wait outside, then he unzips his trousers and takes out his cock. The father strokes himself to hardness, slapping his erection on your arse cheeks. The first youth stands on the steps and slaps your face with his cock, his friends standing behind to shield him from the view of the remaining crowd.The father rubs his fingers under your dripping snatch, then smears your juices onto your puckered virgin arse. You twitch as the tip of his cock touches your forbidden hole, then you cry onto the young man's rod as the father enters you in a hard, nasty push. Your anus burns as he stretches it almost beyond suffering, and the young man increases his pace as he face fucks you. Standing on the steps, he can now see you being fucked hard by the older man, his thick cock pounding in and out of your shitter, and the sight inflames his desire. He cums deep in your throat, a young man's lustful portion of salty spunk.
The lad swaps places with his friend, who also cums in your mouth, his cock still pressed inside it, squeezing the jizz down your chin. He scoops it up and feeds it to you on his finger. You spit it onto the wooden steps, just missing his shoes and the final youth laughs, taking his place, "She'll enjoy my taste better than your sour spunk!" You don't, but you dare not do anything but swallow it down when his short, desperate thrusts quickly unload his over-eager teenage balls.
The little boy watches through the curtain as his father fills your rectum with his hot, generous load, groaning as he empties years of unimaginative sex at home directly into your burning arse. The boy smiles, knowing he will be getting a new bike, the price of his silence! His father finally pulls from you, watches his cum drip down your pussy lips, then puts away his cock. Once he has jumped down from the booth to collect his grinning son, I press back into your pussy, now lubricated by the other man's sperm, until I release spurt after spurt of thick creamy spunk deep in your womb. I wonder for a second if you are on birth control, then I shrug and zip up my pants. What the fuck do I care? Tomorrow, I'll be in another town!
I tuck your panties into my pocket - everyone likes a souvenir from the fair - and release you from the stocks. There is hardly any crowd now the music is in full swing and the bars are open, but I snarl a warning to keep your mouth shut. I fetch the steps and you climb down, gingerly, your legs shaking. You find a bench nearby and your friend soon arrives. She has a blob of spunk in her hair, but you don't tell her. Instead, you smile inwardly, knowing you have had more cock and spunk inside you than she and her idiot boyfriend could even imagine. And your cunt tingles with excitement at the thought of more......