This is an F/b/M story about a husband and wife having some sexual interactions
with an unrelated teenaged youngster.  You like such stories?, read on.  If not,
then what are you even doing here?


                    Fireworks on New Year's Eve
                    ===========================

New Year's 1998 just happened last week and I couldn't wait to get home to tell
you about some fun that took place on New Year's Eve.  

Every year, Karen, my wife of five years and I go to Orlando to spend a week or
two with our families (they live in the area).  We also manage to squeeze in a
few days at Disney World, where we both used to work.  Now, one of the many
benefits of working at Disney is that you get to know where the TV cameras are
that they use to spy on their "guests" and make sure that they're not up to funny
business that could endanger Disney's image as a family friendly locale.
Almost every ride and show has numerous cameras that watch you as you watch them;
but there are a few that have the cameras positioned in such a way, that if you
know where they're at, you can pretty much get away with almost anything.

One such ride is the Tomorrowland Transit System.  Its a kind of futuristic buggy
that uses electomagnets to push passenger vehicles around over a mile through most
of Tomorrowland while playing some hokey spiel that's supposed to amuse you.  Now
these buggies have 4 passenger compartments that hold 4 people each.  They travel
on a track that's 20ft above the ground and and have walls high enough so they
don't let anyone (except the four overhead cameras on that ride) see below passenger
shoulder level.

This is the ride that Karen uses to give me one of her best Christmas presents, my
New Year's Eve blowjob.  It works out that on towards midnight, a lot of the Disney
guests are staking out their positions to see the big fireworks display that happens
precisely at midnight; so most rides are almost empty, especially the Transit System.
Usually, we will be the only people in our buggy and there won't be anyone in the
buggies before or after us, so we're left to our privacy.  So this year just as we
were stepping into our buggy, we were very surprised when a boy ran up the entrance
ramp and, before we knew what happened, hopped into our buggy out of breath.

"Oh shit!," he exclaimed after seeing our shocked faces as the automatic doors closed.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were my dad and his girlfriend!"  He went on to explain how
his dad was wearing the same kind of jacket and jeans as I was and that his dad's
girlfriend looked a lot like Karen from behind (although he couldn't remember what
she was wearing).

I was a little irritated that he was with us; his screwup had postponed my getting
off probably until after the stroke of midnight.  I glanced over at Karen to see
the expression on her face.  What I saw was a sinister glimmer in her eye that made
me remember some of our pre-marriage escapades.  It works out that I met her when
she had just turned 18 and was a college freshmen where I was doing some graduate
study.  I was 9 years older than her, but asked her out anyway.  Over the next
couple weeks of seeing her, she little by little let it slip that she was a wild
fuck in her home town and that she mostly preferred younger guys because they were
always so eager and horny.  She also told me that (before meeting me) she sometimes
would go to the movies by herself in hopes of meeting a potential young fuck.
So anyway, it worked out that I went to the movies with her a couple of times just
to let her prove to me that she could actually pick up and fuck a young kid in a
movie theatre.  We went, she did and it made me horny as hell, but all that's another
story.

So I finally caught her eye and she winked at me confirming what was in my mind.  I
looked at the boy, he was around 14, shoulder length dark blonde hair, very slender
and kinda cute.  I looked back at Karen, she smiled that smile that only I could
interpret and turned her head and spoke to the boy.  "Well, in case you didn't know,
you interrupted one our New Year's traditions.  You don't mind if we go ahead with
it, do you?"  "With what?" inquired the boy.  "I like to suck my husband's cock and
have him shoot his wad off with the fireworks", she said seductively.  "NNNNo, I
don't mind", he studdered.  And with that she looked back at me and we started to
kiss in a very demonstrative fashion.  She put her tongue in my mouth and one hand
on my leg.  A few seconds later her hand was feeling my very hard cock through my
jeans.  I glanced at the boy; he was staring at us with his mouth open in awe and his
own cock obviously stiff in his pants.  Her fingers began to pull my zipper down just
as we rounded the corner heading into the first of three buildings.

The building was even darker than the dark outside; no one could see a thing.  That's
when Karen slipped her shoe off and put her soft foot between the legs of our unwitting
passenger.  As her toes touched the rock hard bulge in his jeans he stammered out,
"Whwhwhat are you doin'?"  Karen whispered "I thought maybe you might like to shoot
some fireworks tonight too."  A second later we exited the first building, and Karen
moved over to the other seat next to the boy.  "You felt like you might like some fun,"
she again whispered as her hand began to toy with his zipper.  "Oh, shit! I can't
believe this is happening!" he managed to whisper in shock.  And a second later his
zipper was down.  Karen then unbuttoned his jeans and opened them up only to reveal
that our boy was underwearless.  His not quite 6 inch pole had just a few brown curls
at its base.  Losing some of his inhibitions, he yanked it so that his hairless young
balls were hanging visible as Karen slowly began to lick the virgin boy's dick from end
to end.  I slowly began to stroke my own rod as I watched Karen tenderly taste the boy's
organ.  As we were entering the second and longest building, Space Mountain, she filled
her mouth with his not quite manly prick.  I could see in the faint light as his hips
involuntarily pumped his rod deep into Karen's throat as she gave him his first experience
of fellatio.  We entered a pitch black section and I listened to him grunt and moan as every
spermatozoan in his thin frame prepared for eventual release in a mighty blast.  I knelt
between his legs and managed to touch his bouncing balls with my fingers.  They were so
tiny compared to my own.  My other hand circled his whole moist rod as Karen was licking
its tip.  I started to pump his prick while Karen kept her mouth sealed at its end, her
tongue working the boy dick underside.  Finally the moment arrived.  As the buggy exited
the darkness, I heard his groan of bliss as his essence shot into Karen's eager mouth.

We exited Space Mountain as the sky lit up with fireworks.  It was the stroke of midnight!!
Karen lifted her head so that we could share the first kiss of the New Year with each other;
but the second and third and fourth were shared with our young friend's organ of pleasure.
As I contemplated the sweet taste of boy cum delivered with Karen's kiss, she finally had
taken all the boy could give.  His cock hung limp but sheer ecstacy was on his face.  As our
buggy turned to reenter the load/exit area, we all put ourselves back together.  And as we
got out, the attendant, standing in front of some TV screens, asked if we enjoyed our ride.
In all our excitement, we had forgotten about the cameras!  But from the smile on the ride
attendant's face and the evident bulge in his own pants, he must have surreptitiously
enjoyed our ride almost as much as we did.

We arranged with the boy to meet him again the following night, but I could not imagine how
the teen-aged fire in Karen's and my throats could get any hotter, but it did.

                                -- Keith