Deb was in my anthropology class.

It was her idea to go to the carnival like we were visiting a lost tribe, to study the people who worked there. I went because Deb was insanely hot and I got a blazing hard-on every time she smiled at me.

I couldn’t pretend this was a date, as much as I wanted it to be. Deb was friendly and outgoing, and she might have asked anybody else to come with her that night. I felt like a random choice, but I hadn’t been to a carnival since I was a kid. So, date or not, I was excited to go with her. She was great to be around. She had shiny blonde  hair and full lips. Her eyes twinkled — seriously, they actually twinkled. She had a smoking body, with a trim waist, curvy hips and a nice rack.

She was also funny and cheerful. We walked along the midway, stopping at the booths. They held all the usual corny games, but Deb made everything a gas. I even showed off for her with the oversized hammer thingy where you try to hit the bell at the top of a pole. I summoned every ounce of muscle and clanged it nice and loud. Deb clapped and crowed, “My hero!”

So it almost felt like a date, even though it wasn’t. Deb talked to everybody working the carnival who could spare a minute. And even those who were busy usually found the time — men and women both. Did I mention Deb was hot?

She amassed a lot of information on the nomad-like carnival lifestyle. On top of everything else, she was also very intelligent, getting high marks in our anthropology class. She suggested we write a joint paper for extra credit and said she’d talk to our professor. Since I needed to boost my grades, I jumped at the chance.

“That’s really nice of you, Deb. Thanks.”

She flashed me her dazzling smile, and her eyes twinkled for good measure. My cock stirred helplessly in my jeans.

Then she did something very unexpected. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips. It was soft, but the contact lingered. The act was clearly more than a friendly peck.

A surge of hormonal chaos shot through me as she gently broke our connection. My lips tingled, and my whole body thrummed with excitement.

She took my hand and said, “Let’s go into the fun house.”

I looked around. The crowd had thinned, and some of the booths were closing up.

“I think they’re shutting down,” I said. I was about to ask her if she wanted to come back to my dorm.

But she grinned with mischief. “You didn’t see, but I slipped the fun house guy a 20 earlier. He’ll keep the place open… just for the two of us.” She tugged me toward the attraction.

I could hardly believe it. She must have planned this! All the months I’d known Deb, I hadn’t ever thought she would be interested in me. Maybe her hotness had intimidated me. Whatever, I felt like the luckiest man in the world that night.

The guy who ran the fun house gave Deb a wink and let us inside. He closed the doors behind us, and I heard the latch turn. The quiet was kind of eerie, but I was burning with desire. I moved to kiss Deb again, but she nimbly slipped away. She trotted a few yards off, turned and grinned.

“If you want me, Josh, you’ve got to catch me!”

With that she ran off. I stood dumbfounded for a heartbeat or two, then hurried after her. The fun house wasn’t a ride. Patrons walked through a series of goofy rooms at their own pace. All the equipment had been left on for us. There were jets that shot air up from the floor, and padded barrels that spun. Calliope music played. By design the scene was bewildering, and somehow that pumped me up.

Deb had already cut through one of the chambers. As I raced after her, I was surprised to see her jacket lying on the floor. I went to pick it up, then saw the shirt she’d been wearing crumpled just a few feet farther on.

Excitement shook me, and my cock was trying to burst out of my jeans. I found Deb’s shoes, then her skirt on a big spinning disk. I heard her bare feet padding in the next chamber.

Her bra and panties were on the floor when I entered. She was naked, somewhere ahead in this colorful maze. She wasn’t going to be the only one! I quickly stripped off my clothes. My flesh rippled, excited goose pimples standing out on my arms and legs.

With my throbbing cock waggling before me, I advanced into the biggest part of the fun house — the hall of mirrors. I heard her tinkling laughter but didn’t see anything except my own reflection, duplicated what seemed like hundreds of times. The mirrors were placed in such a way to completely disorient patrons.

“Oh my,” Deb said from somewhere in the maze, “what a big hard cock you’ve got! I’ll bet you want to stick it in me.”

I grinned. Suddenly, her image appeared next to mine in the mirrors, but they were reflections of reflections. I was facing a fantasy army of naked Debs, but only one real one was there — somewhere.

The sight of her took my breath away. She was every bit as sexy and beautiful as my imagination had always figured. Her skin was creamy, her tits high and tight. I did indeed long to stick my cock into her.

I entered the maze and immediately bonked my nose on a clear pane. Some were mirrors, some weren’t. They were angled to cause maximum confusion.

“Careful!” Deb laughed. “Don’t damage those yummy goods.”

I felt my way along. I reached for her nude shape and met only glass. She could be a few feet from me or at the other end of this labyrinth. It was maddening.

“I want to taste your cock, Josh,” her disembodied voice said. Her many hands slid up her multiple bodies, and she closed her fingers over her tits. She squeezed and moaned, tweaking her hard pink nipples. “I want to get your cock wet with my mouth, and then I want you to fuck my pussy with it. All you have to do is find me!”

It was becoming torture. Our reflections overlapped and mingled, but I couldn’t reach the flesh-and-blood Deb. Frustration ate at me as she slipped a hand between her legs and started fingering her pussy.

“Oh!” she cried. “I’m so wet for you, Josh. Hurry! Hurry!”

I turned corners and doubled back. I groped along the mirrored surfaces. Some part of me was ready to punch through all these reflections to get to that beautiful woman. But Deb wanted to play it this way, so I would go along.

Even so, I was about ready to weep as she fingered herself harder, finally crying out with orgasmic joy. I stumbled forward, gazing longingly at her nearest reflection. Suddenly, her hand lifted toward me. I smelled the pussy juice on her fingers, which brushed against my lips.

I tasted her fingertips as she stepped forward — the real Deb, finally! Her flavor was tart and delicious. I ran my hands up her smooth flanks, savoring the satiny texture of her skin. I groped her luscious tits, relishing the firmness of her flesh.

She took her fingers from my mouth, and we kissed again, deeply this time as our tongues tangled. I pulled her against me, my cock pulsing against her taut abdomen. It had been worth it, the whole crazy game of pursuit.

With a look of hungry lust on her face, Deb dropped to her knees in front of me. She took gentle hold of my balls and swirled her tongue over my swollen cockhead, making my body jump. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.

That calliope music continued to play as she closed her mouth over my knob. I gazed down, wonderstruck, as she started swallowing my straining shaft. I felt her busy tongue still at work, undulating against my staff.

She took me down to my base, deep-throating me fearlessly. My cockhead pulsed in her throat as she kneaded my nutsac, causing me to release an appreciative groan. Her mouth lifted and dropped, keeping up a firm suction as her hand massaged my balls.

I set my hands on her shoulders, then slid them onto her head. With an encouraging growl from Deb, I tangled my fingers into her beautiful hair. I gave my hips an experimental thrust, and she met it perfectly, swallowing me to the hilt.

I tightened my fingers in her hair and fucked her face. She looked up at me with those shining eyes — but then she pulled her mouth off me before that joy could flood her throat. I remembered that she wanted me to fuck her. She stood, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. My cock gleamed with her spit. Grinning, she turned around and set her hands against a mirror, thrusting her perfect ass at me.

I stepped in eagerly behind to cup her pert butt and spread her. Then I jammed my cock into her wet, waiting pussy. She gripped me with her slippery heat, and new bolts of pleasure hit me. Again, I gazed down in wonder to watch my shaft disappearing into this fantastic woman.

As I started stroking into her, I realized we were surrounded by a horde of our own reflections. Each one of me was fucking each one of her from behind. Deb’s lovely faces were twisted with bliss. My many cocks plowed her multiple pussies. I could see us at every angle. I saw each flex of our bodies, every exquisite motion.

We looked beautiful together, locked in our sexual rapture. Her sweet ass rippled with every thrust, and her body undulated sensually. Her moans climbed octave by octave, and I watched her fingers go white against the glass. Even from behind, I was able to look into her eyes — thanks to the mirrors everywhere.

I saw the final pleasure welling up there. It was like a visible physical force, filling her and brimming over. She began to quake violently, and I clutched her ass as I pounded her. Suddenly, I was going over the brink, too.

My come tore out of me in thick spurts, each one a fierce jolt. The pleasure shook me to my marrow as I finished unloading into her.

Afterward, I staggered back with my knees shaking. Deb levered herself off the glass. She came to me, and we kissed softly and sweetly. We’d come to the carnival to make an anthropological study, but it was the memory of the fun house that we would both take away.

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