kiki ferris wheel fun

“But Champchamp. It’s so beeg, I’m a bit noivous,” pleaded hunny bunny.

“You can close your eyes and hide in my embrace until you feel comfortable.”

“You promise we won’t go too fast?”

“I promise you, Kiki, once we reach the climax the fun really begins.”

Kiki clung to your side as you both took your place in line at the amusement park ferris wheel. Her in her adorable new black, layered, ruffly, ever so slightly sheer baby doll dress, garter, and clover “earrings” she picked out at the mall earlier that afternoon. All brought together with her little keepsake clip-on watch and hair done in twintails. To say she was enchanting was putting it lightly. She was a mix of adorable and alluring. Of course you, as handsome as ever, in your speedo/sunnies winning combination.

Most of the rides were out of the question due to the ridiculous height requirements she didn’t quite meet. About all that was available were the teacups, legally-obscure large-eared flying elephant ride, and ferris wheel. Still plenty of fun to be had at the prize stalls too. She’d won you a giant stuffed Yoshi, complete with a little pepper on his tongue, at the shooty bang-bang target game. Later on, you had to physically pick her up to pull her away from the claw machine because she was cleaning it out.

You hand over your tickets to the zit-faced ride operator and, like a good husband, lift Kiki up by her armpits into the ferris wheel compartment seat. A quick snoff of the hand while no one is looking. Ahhh the aroma. Climbing in after her, the poor dear threw her arms around your barrel chest.

“I don’t like it, Champy! What if it spins out of control or falls apart and crumbles on top of us?”

“Don’t worry, bunbun. Champy’s got you. Once we get to the top, it will all make sense.”

“I baleeb you, I’m just scayed.”

Deep down you knew she was playing up her fear a tad. More or less looking to fish a certain kind of response out of you. You were more than pleased to oblige.
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With a hiss and clunk, the ferris wheel begins it’s rotation.

“AH! What was that!? Why is it going so fast? Please stop! I want off!”

Pulling her tight into your arms and planting a kiss on that sweet little forehead of hers seemed to help ease her mind. Slowly climbing up into the night sky, the air got noticeably chillier.  Soon the ride came to a halt and your compartment was at the very top.

“Alright, we’re at the top now. Don’t look over the compartment edge. Keep your eyes on me if it helps. Just rember, you’re always safe with me.”

Slowly she began to open her eyes and look around, careful not to peer over the edge.

“Woah the stars are so pretty up here! Oh my gosh I think I can see our house! I love you so so much, my Champyon,” hugging tighter.

“Now this is cool and all, but what’s so special about ferris wheel rides?”

“Well think about it. A loving couple, after having a fun time delighting themselves at the amusement park, need somewhere to go to express the feelings they’ve gradually worked up throughout the evening. They can only get so randy on a park bench where others can see, and before park management kicks them out. So in comes the ferris wheel to give them some nice, quiet solitude where we can be ourselves, so to speak.”

“Ooooohhh I see. Mmm yes, that makes perfect sense.”

Looking up at (you), a spark in her eyes ignited as she dove lips first onto your face. Hastily, you returned and began a little touchy-feely. Making the first of many uses of her new outfit’s ease of access feature, you slipped a hand under her dress. Starting at her lucky rabbit hips. Tickling your way up her toned tummy, and poking her belly button. Lacing your fingers between her ribs and caressing her all over. Using your mouth, you pulled one of her straps down. Bared to the cold air was her itty bitty nipple, rigid from the cool evening. After giving it a series of tongue lashings you latched on. Nursing and lightly nibbling on it.

“Mmmm, chaaaampychamp.”
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Releasing her chest you returned your lips to hers. She greedily forced her little rabbit tongue in. Darting in and out, and suckling on your lips. She drew a line with her fingie down your ripped abs to greet the champyon cannon, painfully restrained by your skin tight green speedo. A flick of the wrist released the beast and her silky soft, teeny tiny hand wrapped around the heavy artillery.

Poor dear couldn’t quite reach all the way around. The girth was indeed real, not CGI. Up and down your veiny length she pumped. Lightly squeezing the head on the upstroke. Once in a while using her fingie to tickle the underside of the tip. Coaxing out a steady ooze of sticky pre in the process. She knew just how to push your buttons, or drive stick in this case.

Not one to leave your rabbit-lady hanging, your hand made it’s way downward. A little teasing of her thighs, poking and prodding that squish. Snapping her garter with a “pap!”, she squeaked and purred with ecstasy. Where’s that mole, you wondered. Ah-ha! There it is. A longing moan was her response.

Tip-toeing your fingers a little further up, lay the grand prize. That sweet, sweet, tight bunny kyunny was yours for the taking. It’s puff was extraordinary and second to none. Remember the time you watched her try on new bathers? Each and every one of the bottoms she tried could hardly contain it. You really hit the jackpot with your sweetheart, Champyon.

Your floppy loppy eared darling was already sitting in a puddle of hunny. Using your fingers to first glide up and down her slit to get them properly lubed up. You turned your attention to her love button and gave it a good rub down. Gotta warm the engine up before putting the pedal to the metal. Using one muscly finger you teased the entrance to her bunny canal. Gently and gradually inserting, going one knuckle at a time, you explored around to make way for a second.

You both were finally connected together orally and manually. And on another level, spiritually.
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Progressively, you picked up speed together. Tongues swirling around each others mouths erratically. Hands gyrating and stroking each other briskly.  The park patrons wandering around eighteen meters below you might as well have been eighty kilometers away. It was just you, your scrumptious little bunbun, and the starry night sky. Damn, did she taste good too. Was it the cotton candy you bought her earlier? Nah, your rab is just naturally sweetened.

HISS-CLUNK

The ferris wheel slowly began to rotate again. Better wrap this up quick. You both picked up the pace in your hands. It was gonna be a photo finish. Your moans joined in unison, reverberating through each others heads. You could feel it coming. Not much longer before you’re back at the bottom. With the speed and agility of a hare you both crossed the finish line simultaneously. Making a genuine mess of the compartment. Pulling apart from each other to quickly straighten out your clothing. Taking a brief moment to gaze into each other’s eyes as you both licked your hands clean as the wheel came to a stop.

Climbing out of the compartment, you turned around to help Kiki out the same way you helped her in. SNNNNNFF. If only you could bottle that scent. You kneeled down to let her hop on and piggyback ride the rest of the way. Passing by the custodial crew, cheeky Kiki couldn’t help herself.

“CLEAN IT UP, JANNY!” she shouted.

Sharing a boisterous cackle, you meandered your way back to the car lazily as she nipped all over the back of your head and ears. Still with plenty of energy left to burn off back home. Suddenly, a warm wet stream worked it’s way down your back.

“Hey, Champyon.”

“Yeah, Keeksters?”

“I peed.”

“I kno, nice flow too.”

“How do you feel? How do you feel?”

“Simply rabbity, my dear. But I wish you wouldn’t waste it.”

“There’s more where that came from, hehe.”

Turning your head to meet hers resting on your shoulder she gave you a beeg mwah on your cheek. All in all you could say this was a most amusing evening.