"Mmmmmm, Goddamn!" Bobby muttered, his tongue flapping like a hungry dog now, slicking her cunt-slit, greasing up and down in hot lickety-splits.

"Eeeeek! Oh! Whoooo, sssshhhhheeee!" Prissy screamed. "Phewwwwhooooo!"

Bobby sucked her pussy into his mouth, his lips wide open. He chewed, nibbling her delicate, tasty pussy.

"Ah, nooooo, yikes! Oh! Whewwweeeee!" Prissy sobbed in screeching pleasure. "Oh, shit, Bobby!"

She couldn't help her screams of delight as the car arched and whooshed downward, then swirled back up high in the sky. Bobby had her now. He could feel her body stiffen. She thrust her lithe hips off the seat, pushed her cunt against his face and came.

"Wheeeeeeeeeeee!" she whooped. "Oh, wowwweeeeeeeeee! Ah, ah, uh, uh, uh! Whoooshhhhhhhheeee! Eceek! Ah, ah, ha, Bobbbbeeeeeeee!"

She twisted, squirmed, shuddered violently on the seat as the red car twirled up and down and around. Bobby's tongue swirled madly at her pussy.

She slumped back in the seat, panting, her body heaving up and down. Bobby got up, stuck her pink panties in his pocket and pulled her dress down. He put his sailor cap on his curly, brown hair, and sat down beside Prissy.

The ride came to a slow stop, and the man was letting people out of their little red cars.

They pulled up to him. He unhooked the bar.

Prissy was so weak she couldn't move.

"Guess the ride was too much for her," Bobby said, smiling. He picked up his sweet, cousin, got a hold on her, and carried her away.

Back on the midway, Bobby found a bench at a hamburger stand and sat down. He bought her a Coke, and held her with his arm around the waist.

"Oh, Bobby Madison," she whispered, "what did you do to me up there on that ride?"

"I sucked you off!" he whispered.

"Bobby! God, Bobby, that wasn't normal!"

"You liked it, I could tell."

She just smiled and sipped her Coke.