One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised) - Sex Stories

One Thousand Apologies - Part 3 (revised)

... attempts at hitting a target with a thrown baseball, where success means instantly dropping the victim into the pool of water. The carny sitting over the pool doesn’t want to go in the water, and wants to minimize the number of prizes given away, so his job is to verbally taunt the contestant into missing his throws. As I stretched my arm to prepare for my first toss, the guy starts in with “You throw like a girl!” Kind of lame, but Hannah was there to cheer me on. “c’mon Joe, dunk this guy!” I started bouncing the rubber coated baseball off the asphalt walk as a method of concentrating. Apparently this wasn’t allowed, as the guy angrily yelled “Stop bouncing the ball!”. His reaction surprised me, but I caught the bounce, swung my arm back and then forward as the ball took flight – just nicking the support bar and bouncing away, without dunking the jerk. Again he yelled, “oh, you’re going to miss again!”. I bounced the ball three times, then let it loose – followed a split second later by a resounding clank as the ball struck the metal target and then a splash as the guy fell into the water. Hannah was squealing and jumping up and down. Ball number three. Again the heckles, the bounces, and again he fell into the water. Two throws left. I was feeling cocky and switched to my left arm. Very few people can throw well with both, but it was something I had trained myself to do. The first left handed throw missed, but the second (and fith and final overall) hit it’s target and ...

... dropped the man into the tank for the third time. For my score, we had the choice of any prize on the top row. Hannah chose a brightly colored stuffed parrot about a foot tall. We left, again hand in hand, as she clutched her prize to her chest. It was getting close to eight o’clock, so we headed towards the cow building where we would meet up with her brother and sister. Hannah was literally gushing, telling them the story of how I had dunked the a-hole three times. I almost forgot to get some gobs for the ride home. A gob is two pieces of cake with the icing in the middle, like a sandwich, and they come in a variety of flavors. Dave got the standard chocolate cake with white icing, Donna red velvet, Hannah banana and I got pumpkin. A heart attack in a bag, but they are delicious. I quickly downed mine while speeding along the highway. On the ride back to their house the girls talked in the back seat while Dave and I listened to the Pirates’ game. After three innings they trailed the Phillies 8-0, but after I got home they roared back for a 14-11 victory, keeping a game and a half lead in the division. It was sometime after eleven when I pictured Hannah in various poses and stages of undress, stroking myself to a massive orgasm before fading off to sleep. ======================================================== I called Hannah on Sunday, keeping it brief, but exchanging thoughts of how hard it was to spend a day apart, and longing to see each other the next day. She made sure ...