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    Routines, who says they are boring
    Its 7:30 Saturday morning and I'm in my recliner sipping my morning coffee. I've been up about an hour. Long enough to do my morning things of getting showered and shaved. Had a small bite of breakfast. Now I can relax with my morning coffee, anticipating the coming day. Without really watching it I have Kali's favorite cartoon program on the TV.

    Upstairs on the second floor I hear the shower shut off and a few minutes later the voice of my wife call out, "Hurry up, we need to leave in 20 minutes."

    Saturday mornings have almost become a regular routine. Now understand some routines are more enjoyable than others. In a routine you know pretty much what will happen. What to expect. Some routines are dull and boring, others...

    I've just finished my coffee when Kali comes shuffling into the family room. Her black hair hanging straight to the top of her shoulders. She's just about four and half feet tall. Weighs maybe 70 lbs. She usually has a big smile on her face, except first thing in the morning. Kali is wearing her bunny print cotton nightie. It's a little too small for her. She's had it a couple of years, but she loves it. A pair of bunny slippers completes her attire for this morning.

    Kali shuffles in dragging an afghan in her right hand with her left thumb embedded in her mouth. Even though old but she still has to have that thumb whenever she is tired. It has to be the left one. The right thumb just doesn't taste right.

    "Good morning, my Bunny Rabbit. How are you this morning?" She gives me a big smile, never taking that thumb out of mouth. She does two little bunny hops then continues to my chair.

    She kicks off her slippers, climbs over the arm up onto my lap. First of all she lays on her back as we are reclined in the chair. Then she covers herself and me with the afghan. Next she rolls over onto her left side, sticks her left thumb into her mouth, opens the front of my robe and puts her right hand on my chest.

    Kali loves the touch of skin. She likes to rub her hands through the course hair of my chest. With only her head showing out of the afghan, her left thumb in her mouth and her right hand rubbing my chest she settles in for her morning with daddy.

    Kali is our youngest. She was a surprise package. But, my, what a surprise. Her mother, Karen, and I have another daughter, Kristen. Just starting to bud into womanhood. You can see just the very beginnings of breasts forming as well as her hips just starting to broaden. Kris has her gymnastics this morning. She and I also have our specials times together, but those stories are for another time.

    I love the smell of my daughter's hair. I love the smell and touch of her body. It is impossible for me to love her any more . I love to touch her neck. I take the fingers of my left hand very lightly and run them from the back nape of her neck around to the front gently massaging the exposed skin. When I come to the two buttons in the front of her nightie, I open them. I run my fingers around to the back of her neck again. I feel the silky black hair of her head. Then run my hand over her right shoulder and down the front of her nightie. I love the touch of her skin. My fingertips brush over her young nipples. Kali just seems to purr a little.

    Right now her breasts are unformed. But I can imagine what they will be like. Kali looks so much like her mother. Karen's breast are a little on the small size. Actually just how I like them. I've never been a fan of big boobs. I like a small well formed hand full of a breast.

    My left hand continues roaming, massaging caressing her face, neck and upper chest. Meanwhile my right hand slips under the afghan and finds her feet. As I said she is laying on her left side, with her knees bent. Still covered from shoulder to below my knees with the afghan.

    Kali's feet are dainty even for her size. I love to rub them. Run my hand over the tops to the soles and back. Rubbing the bottom of her soles and then down to the toes. I pull and massage each one. First individually, then all the toes on each foot together. Then my hand starts to slip up her right calf. Again I marvel at how soft yet firm her body is. I hold her knee for a couple of minutes then start to work up her thigh. First on the side, then around to the front. My hand gently and slowly moves from her knee up to her hip, then back down, around to the front of her knee, then up to the hem of her panties. I love this little bunny.

    As my thumb and fore finger reach the hem at top of her legs my finger tips just brush against that lush pubic mound. I don't linger there just yet. My hand goes back to her knee then down to her ankle. My breathing is becoming a little heavier. She may be young, but, oh my, how exciting she can be. I feel the stirrings in my loins.

    Kali's left thigh is resting across my member. She can feel it start to stir. As she does, her hand leaves my chest and goes down to the lump under her leg. She moves back a little. I'm sure it isn't comfortable to lay upon it. Her hand goes inside my boxers and finds the shaft. She puts her little hand around it and just holds it. She likes to feel it grow.

    My right hand now goes between her calves. I gently hold the inside of her left calf and start the same routine of moving up and down the calf. I feel the weight of her right leg on the back of my hand as I move up to her knee. She lifts her knee an inch or so to permit my hand to travel to her inner thigh.

    My hand again moves up and down in gentle swirls as I slowly work my way up from her knees. At last my thumb reaches that soft mound of female form. That precious area that in future years will bring forth new life. With my hand firmly on her inside of her left thigh, my left thumb firmly against the cotton covering her lower lips, she closes her right leg on top of my hand and squeezes it.

    I feel the warmth of her even through the cotton. With her legs closed I cannot feel her slit from outside her panties. Just the soft warmth of her.

    I withdraw my right hand enough to free my thumb. With it I find the hem of her panties. I slip under the hem and run my thumb over the back of her right cheek. My thumb rubs her cheek then follows the edge of the hem back towards her front. She obligingly lifts her right knee several inches to permit the passage. When the back of my thumb reaches and touches the length of her slit she closes her legs again. I press the cotton material between my thumb and forefinger, close my fingers back over her left inner thigh and feel that wonderful soft slit against the back of my thumb.

    So there we are, under the afghan. My left hand massaging her neck and upper body. She's sucking her left thumb, holding my organ with her right hand and holding my right hand with her legs. My beautiful, beautiful daughter. Again I take a deep breath, taking in Kali's aroma from the top of her head and as I exhale I whisper in her ear, "I love you, Bunny Rabbit."

    She responds with a gentle squeeze of my organ.

    We hear the footsteps of Karen and Krissy as they approach the family room. I place my left arm on the arm of the recliner. My right hand stays where it is, my elbow resting on the chair arm, my hand underneath the blanket, between her legs, thumb resting against her crack.

    "We're leaving now," Karen says.

    She has to open our store at the mall. She works the store from 9 to 3, I take over at 3 until closing at 9 pm. Krissy has gymnastics about another three miles down the road from the mall. She'll help Karen set up, then Karen will drive her over while our part time help watches the store for the 20 minutes it will take.

    "What time should I pick you up, Krissy?"

    "I should be ready about 11:00," she tells me.

    Kali's left thumb remains in her mouth. Her right hand has stayed in my shorts, holding my organ. My right thumb against her slit.

    As we say goodbye to them I whisper, "On your back?"

    Kali lets go of me and starts to roll over on her back. As she do I lift her nightie up over her hips. She settles down against my stomach and chest. She lifts her knees to form a small tent. Her feet resting on the top of my thighs. Her panties against my shorts, her bare back against my bare stomach and chest.

    My right hand finds the flat of her stomach. She's so smooth and soft. It travels up over her chest to her neck, then back down over her panties and I gently touch the top her mound. I take my index and middle fingers and follow the contour of her mound, then down between her legs to the tip of her cheeks. As my fingers move down she opens her knees. I now put my left hand down between her legs as well. With my forefinger I trace her lips. First around the outer edges back to the mound then down the middle, my left finger tracing her left lip, then my right finger tracing her right lip.

    We hear the side door close. I find the leg openings and slip my forefingers in. I'm now touching that baby smooth, soft skin. I trace the slit with both forefingers. Now can feel those inner lips. It's amazing how soft and pliant they are. You can move them any which way. They never resist. They never complain.

    The car doors close and the engine starts. I place both hand on her sides, hooking my thumbs in the top elastic of her panties. We hear the sound of the car as it travels down the gravel drive. I push the cotton panties down as she lifts her hips. They slide over her bottom. She brings her knees up to her chest as the panties travel down the thighs to the knees.

    Through the window we see our car start down the road to the mall. First the left foot is removed, then the right. I take the little piece of cotton, I could have guessed, her bunny print panties, and put them in the right pocket of my robe. I don't want them getting lost in my chair.

    I'm really getting hot now. We don't have any neighbors near by, so I pull the afghan off us and drop it on the floor. I open the front of my robe, take a deep breath and exhale loudly. My member is just throbbing in my shorts.

    She straightens out her legs, placing them outside mine. I take my fingertips and put them on the insides of her knees. My left fingers caressing her left leg, my right fingers on her right leg. Slowly I bring them up to her crotch. As the outsides of my fore fingers reaches her lips she first of all closes her legs on my hands, then brings her feet up to her bottom, crosses them at her ankles and opens her knees as wide as they go.

    I cup her crotch with my right hand. I feel both outer lips as well as the inner lips against my fingers. Being as young as she is she doesn't get wet like a woman. So I moisten my fingers with my mouth and place them in the open crack. I have a forefinger on each side of the inner lips. I then start to alternately push one finger down her slit while the other moves up. Like me, she is taking shallow fast breaths. Again I lick my right forefinger and this time brings it down on her inner lips. I spread them slightly then start to rub up and down on the lips, making sure the length of my finger caresses the end of her little clit. She loves it when I run the length of my finger up and down over the end of her clit. I do this several times.

    I put my hands on the top of my shorts. She places her feet on the tops of my knees with her knees together. I pull the top of my shorts down, freeing my rock hard member. It slaps against the back sides of her legs. Kali giggles. She then opens her knees again and reaches with both hands. She cups the bottom side of my shaft and brings it to her. The top of my shaft rests against the length of her crack. She lowers her legs and closes them around my shaft. I take my boxers and put them in the other pocket of my robe.

    I feel the length of her bare back side along the length of my bare chest, hips and legs. I could stay this way forever.

    "Do you have a kiss for Peter?" She bends over and kisses my tip. Then she opens her mouth, closes her lips around the exposed portion, and swirls her tongue around the tip of Peter.

    I almost cum right there. Instead take another deep breath. Let it out and say, "Let's go upstairs."

    I bring the chair up to a sitting position. Kali sits on the arm while I stand up. With my robe open I face her. She comes to me, I put my arm under her nightie with my hand around her bare waist. With my bare forearm on her bottom I lift her up. She wraps her legs around my body. Her pussy is plastered against my stomach. She wraps both arms around my neck and buries her face in my chest. I hold her bottom by cupping my right hand over both cheeks. My middle finger finds her crack and I hold her this way as I walk out of the room, down the hall and up the stairs.

    As we pass the bathroom I stop by the hamper and take out the towel I used this morning for my shower. We come to her room, the one with bunny wall paper. She has a small desk against one wall, her bed and night stand against the opposite wall.

    We go to her unmade bed. I set her down. As she sits on the edge of the bed I lift her nightie up. She raises her arms and it comes off. I drop it on the floor, take her panties from my pocket and drop them on top of the nightie. She lays on her back cross wise with her legs slightly spread. As I look at her I can see her inner lips just protruding. It's almost like she's sticking the tip of her tongue out at me. I look down at myself and see a large drop oozing out of the end of my member. I drop my robe on the floor and lay down beside her.

    With the tip of my right index finger, I collect the drop. I place it on her crack and start to work it in. I say, "Close."

    She closes her legs. I don't want this honey drip to evaporate too quickly. With this lubricant between her lips I explore every nook and crevice of her womanhood. It amazes me still how easily these lips part. They couldn't offer any resistance even if she wanted to. My fingers follow the slit from tip to her bottom. I explore between the inner and outer lips. Then begin to separate the inner lips. My finger enters her to the second digit. She takes a deep breath and sighs. I withdraw to the first digit then probe the full length of my finger in her. Her lips surround my finger and hold it firmly. Again I marvel at how tight, soft, firm and smooth a woman's love box is. I feel her gripping my finger, yet it is so soft.

    Finally the lubricant dries out. I get up and kneel on the floor in from of her. Placing both hands under her cheeks I bring her body to my face. She spreads her legs and places them on my shoulders. I take a deep breath again, savoring her aroma. I bend over and gently kiss her pubic lips. I look at her "mound of Venus" and think how some day it will support her lover.

    I grip the bottoms of her legs next to he cheeks. My thumbs are between her legs resting on her lips. I spread them and look at her inner lips. Then put my tongue on them. She has a mixture of tastes. Slightly salty from perspiration, slightly tart from her pee. And a different saltiness from my lubricant.

    I prefer a fresh washed area. I love to eat her right after a shower. Then all I taste is her womanhood.

    My tongue moves swiftly over her entire area. It travels up one side of the inner lips then down the other. I suck in as much of her vagina as possible. Then move my tongue up and down the sides of her clit. All the while I have a hand rubbing her chest, her bottom, her sides, her neck, and her face.

    I lean back to take a breath. As I look at her, her lips are flushed. Who says girls doesn't get excited. I look at her nipples. They are tiny, but they're hard, with little tiny pimples around areolas.

    I look at her and ask, "Do you want a bunny ride?"

    She smiles. I reach over to her bed stand and take out the bottle of baby oil. I place the towel on the bed, sit on it and then lay back. My Bunny Rabbit then stands over my hips, and sits down on my upper legs. As she kneels I feel her thighs on my sides. I take a few drops of baby oil and rub it into the bottom of my shaft. She crawls forward and pushes Peter against my belly. She then sits on him placing her hands on my chest. I reach down and spread her outer lips over my shaft. She then starts to slide back and forth over it, rubbing her little clitoris along its length. She's taking short deep breaths. Then she tenses up and holds her breath for a few seconds. I feel the strength of her small legs against me. Then she relaxes a little and again starts to rub her clit up and down my shaft.

    By the time her third Bunny Ride is over I'm almost out of my mind with excitement. I'm ready to BLOW. I look into her eyes and say, "Peter's turn."

    She looks at me, giggles and gives me a big smile.

    I lift my knees to a 45% angle. She sits up and rests her bottom against my thighs, still on her knees. I push my throbbing shaft towards her, she lowers her self enough for the tip to touch her lips. Again I'm full of honey drip. I rub my tip into her lips. Again they are incapable of refusing. The lips easily spread over the head of my organ. I take a deep breath and just moan. I rub back and forth. She's still too small to try to enter her. I don't want to take the chance of doing any damage to her body. I rub the shaft in and around those glorious outer lips until I can't stand it any more.

    I burst. It seems like the spasms and seed will never stop. I've splashed her bottom, her belly and her legs. She seems to drip my seed. Some of it drips out from her lips.

    She sits down on top of me, again with my member between her legs, between those lips. Kali also likes to feel it shrink.

    After a few minutes, I tell her it's time to start getting ready to go. I pull the towel out from underneath me and wipe her down. I then wipe myself off. Kali gets up and heads for the bathroom to get her shower.

    As I said, some routines are dull and boring, others are lot of fun.

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    Nothing like eating young Pussy hairless little clit sweet. Aroma of little girls is intoxicating

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    For as long as I can remember, I've been attracted to girls. I
    just can't help it. Young girls are always so sweet and innocent looking.
    And delicious. There's just no other way to put it. When I see a pretty
    little girl, I just want to eat her up.

    Of course, today's society frowns on such notions. I do my best to
    keep
    it inside my pants. Lucky for me, I've got a very caring and
    understanding
    wife. We've been married for seventeen years. When we got hitched, she
    knew what I was. Karen had an open mind when it came to this sort of
    thing. She had her own experiences, starting back when she was five until
    her late teens (her older cousin taught her "naughty" games).

    When we're out together, Karen is usually pretty understanding about
    my
    wandering eyes. Don't get me wrong: when I'm mentally devouring a ten
    year
    old in low-riders and a tight tank top, Karen will get pretty annoyed.
    But
    unlike other wives, she won't turn me in for it. And, honestly, all our
    dirty talk during sex usually revolves around young girls anyhow.

    And, again, lucky for us, we have a pretty good gig that lets us see
    lots of pretty little girls. Each summer, Karen and I join in as ride
    operators at the State Fair. The rest of the year, she's a mild-mannered
    teacher and I'm a lowly car repairman, but each summer we become wild
    and
    crazy carnies.

    It started with Karen's uncle who left her a merry-go-round when he
    died. Some people get an inheritance, we got a merry-go-round. Karen's
    uncle had been a real carnie himself back in the day and he wanted Karen
    to
    have it when he passed on. She accepted, of course.

    It took lots of tinkering but I managed to get the merry-go-round up
    and
    running. It wasn't a big merry-go-round, probably only thirteen feet in
    diameter, but it was the real deal. It played some nice carnival music, it
    spun at a respectable clip, and it had horses that went up and down.

    The merry-go-round was always a hit each year at the fair. People
    always enjoyed its timeless, old-fashioned allure. We made a decent
    amount
    of income and the little girl eye candy was only the icing on the cake. It
    wasn't until the fifth year, however, that Karen and I started
    brainstorming some ideas.

    Like I said before, we were both pedophiles (well, me more than her)
    and
    the thought of little girls getting horny turned us on immensely. We
    talked about it a lot. Like how a seven year old would feel if she started
    feeling "itchy" down there. Her little girl underwear would get damp
    with
    her virgin juices. She would probably be a bit confused about why it felt
    so good down there.

    Finally, one summer I got the idea to turn our merry-go-round into a
    truly "magical" ride. The horses on the merry-go-round had genuine
    mini-saddles to allow for more authenticity. Calling all my
    wood-working
    skills, I removed a saddle and carved a deep hole into the back of the
    wooden horse, just large enough so that Karen's Hitachi Power Wand
    could
    stand vertically in the horse's body. The massager end stuck out a few
    inches but it was covered up by the saddle.

    Karen tried it out first. I turned on the Power Wand, replaced the
    saddle, and she took a seat.

    Her eyes went wide and she giggled. We knew we had a hit.

    She sat on the horse for a few minutes, enjoying herself, while I stood
    back, grinning like a fool. I was already fantasizing about all the little
    girls that would ride our merry-go-round and find themselves all hot and
    wet afterward.

    One week later, I had purchased sixteen more Power Wands and
    outfitted
    each horse on the merry-go-round with some massaging action. I made
    some
    improvements as well. With a bit of electrical re-wiring, I customized the
    rig so that all sixteen Power Wands were powered through a single circuit
    board. Then, having a some fun, I built a control panel that came straight
    from a `60s sci-fi movie with little lights and dials. The end result was
    that each of the Power Wands were fully controllable. I could turn each
    one on or off and control the intensity of the vibration. It was perfect.

    Before we packed up for the State Fair that year, Karen tested each
    horse to make sure the Power Wand was sufficiently inconspicuous. We
    didn't want some kid to complain to their parents that they were sitting
    on
    some strange "bump" on the merry-go-round horse. But Karen didn't
    find any
    problems. When sitting on the horse, it just felt like you were sitting on
    a regular old saddle. But with the flick of a switch, it became a
    vibrating saddle that massaged in all the right places.

    The first day of a State Fair is always a special one. Everyone is
    excited and happy and having a good time. In no time at all, the air fills
    with the smell of roasting hot dogs and popped corn while sounds of
    shouting voices and creaking metal echo from the rides. The fair gates
    opened at 8 am and by 8:05 we already had the first group of kids on the
    merry-go-round, plus another 30 people waiting in line.

    I admit Karen and I were pretty nervous at first. We already had a
    story planned if a parent complained: we would just say the
    merry-go-round
    was old and rickety and there tended to be slight vibrations when it was
    running. Plus, we had a "no adults on the ride" rule which meant that
    parents wouldn't be able to test themselves if their kids complained.

    I already had my first contestant chosen before I started the
    merry-go-round. There was a pretty girl, probably eight or nine years
    old,
    that I had been watching as she chose her horse. She had nice brown hair
    in a ponytail and was wearing a tight t-shirt that let me see her nipples
    poking out. Best of all, she was wearing a skirt. The vibrating saddle
    would definitely feel good if it was only separated from her girl slit by a
    thin layer of underwear.

    Before the ride started, I made a mental note of which horse she was
    on.
    Finally, when the merry-go-round was spinning at full speed and the
    music
    was playing loudly, I gave Karen a glance and flipped a switch. At the
    speed the merry-go-round revolved, we got to see the girl every seven
    seconds.

    It didn't look like anything was happening at first. She was just
    smiling and having a good time. I turned up the intensity a bit. She came
    around again and this time her smile had faded slightly. Half-power.
    Now
    she wasn't smiling at all. Instead, she was looking at the saddle with a
    half-bemused, half-curious expression.

    I started out with the intensity at low power. I didn't want to scare
    her. Karen and I watched intently as the merry-go-round spun. Every
    seven
    seconds we focused intently on the girl. Something was definitely
    happening now. She came into view. I noticed a light flush had risen on
    her face as her cheeks became noticeably pink.

    She disappeared from view as the merry-go-round continued on. I
    waited
    seven seconds. This time she was tightly gripping the pole that
    connected
    the horse to the merry-go-round ceiling. Her thighs seemed to be
    clenched
    around the horse's saddle as well. I glanced at Karen. She smiled slyly
    at me.

    The ride itself only lasted about four minutes however. I flipped a
    switch and the merry-go-round began to slow down and the music
    stopped
    playing. I saw the girl again and she clearly looked disappointed. The
    carousel stopped completely. I watched the pretty young thing as she
    dismounted her horse, her skinny legs a little wobbly beneath her. I felt
    a stirring in my pants when I saw her flushed cheeks and the sweat on
    her
    brow.

    I kept an eye on the girl as she exited the merry-go-round area.
    Nervously, I watched as she approached a woman on a bench, obviously
    her
    mom. Beside me, I could tell Karen was watching too, holding her breath.
    We both let out a sigh of relief as the woman handed her daughter a bill
    and the girl hurried to get back in line for the merry-go-round.

    Karen and I got bolder after that first week of being nervous and
    holding back. It became pretty obvious that none of the girls riding the
    merry-go-round disliked or objected to our sensory modifications to the
    ride. Nothing turned me on more than to see a young girl, shaky with
    (probably) her first brush of sexual pleasure, stumble through the exit and
    then get right back in line.

    We never bothered to turn the Power Wands on for boys. Eventually,
    the
    line to the merry-go-round was nothing but girls ranging from the age of
    six to twelve. I'll never forget the first time we had all sixteen Power
    Wands turned on while sixteen beautiful young girls were perched on the
    horses. For me, watching all those young vixens going by was like a
    starving man walking along a long buffet table.

    Each girl had their own way of expressing their excitement. Some
    smiled
    widely as the vibrating saddle stimulated their privates. Some girls
    flushed bright pink. Some even closed their eyes and wrapped their arms
    tightly around the pole. I remember watching with pleasure as a blond
    seven year old girl leaned back on the horse, pushing her crotch tight
    against the saddle as her hair fluttered in the breeze.

    My favorite however was when a girl would grind against the saddle.
    Some girls were discreet about their actions and would demurely move
    their
    hips back and forth as the vibrating saddle revealed a whole new world of
    pleasure. Bolder girls would openly hump the saddle, not caring if
    someone
    noticed their legs opening and closing rhythmically around the horse.

    After a few days running the ride, we were able to start recognizing
    regulars. I noticed that these girls invariably would wear loose skirts,
    no doubt to maximize the sensation of the vibrating saddle against their
    hairless pussies. Some parents even approached Karen and I to talk
    about
    how much their little daughters enjoyed the merry-go-round. Usually,
    we
    would just smile politely and thank them, although I was always thinking
    in
    the back of my head, "Lady, your daughter likes the carousel because it's
    giving her some crazy delicious tingles in her baby pussy!"

    The excitement of the little girls was most evident one day when
    someone
    complained to me that someone had spilled a drink on the carousel.
    Pausing
    the ride for a moment, I grabbed a rag and headed for the horse in
    question. There wasn't any liquid spilled on the floor but the saddle had a
    big damp spot. I was probably three feet away but I already knew it
    wasn't
    a question of a spilled drink.

    The aromatic and pungent scent of girl pussy filled my nostrils as I
    wiped down the horse's saddle. My cock was rock hard as I thought
    about
    how incredibly horny this unknown little girl must have been. The
    saddle
    wasn't soaking wet but it was very damp.

    After wiping down the saddle, I glanced around the ride to make sure
    everything else was in order. I spotted something near the center of the
    carousel, partially hidden behind a horse. Picking it up, I realized with
    a jolt that it was a pair of little girl panties. Hastily I stuffed it
    into my pocket.

    Returning to the operating console, I asked Karen to run the next ride
    as I headed to the men's room. Once safely in a stall, I pulled the
    crumpled white underwear from my pocket. Eagerly, I sniffed at the
    crotch
    area and was rewarded with the heady scent of a little girl's slit.
    Judging by the size of the panties, I estimated the owner to be quite
    young, probably just five or six years old. The panty crotch was already
    pretty damp but even more so after I shot my come into it in that
    bathroom
    stall.

    I had to get off in the privacy of a bathroom stall but some little
    girls didn't hold back their pleasure. I remember the first time it
    happened. Karen and I were running the ride and enjoying the view of all
    the aroused little girls spinning before us. We were so engrossed that I
    didn't notice the timer indicated the ride had already been running for
    five minutes, one minute over the usual time.

    I reached for the "off" lever to stop the ride but Karen grabbed my
    hand
    to stop me. I looked at her questioningly but she gestured with her eyes.
    Following her gaze, I watched the parade of grinning young girls until I
    noticed one girl, about nine or ten probably, who had a horse closer to the
    center of the carousel and was therefore a little less visible. She was
    frantically grinding against the saddle, the motions undulating her entire
    body as she humped the vibrating leather.

    She disappeared from view and we waited until she re-appeared. She
    hadn't stopped her motions. Karen leaned over and turned a dial,
    increasing the intensity of the girl's Power Wand to full power.
    Desperately, I tried to memorize the features of this hot little ten year
    old as much as possible for a future masturbation session. She had sandy
    blond hair that flapped behind her in a long ponytail. Her skin was a
    delicious tan color and her thin, long legs were all the more apparent in
    her short, cutoff jean shorts. She wore a snug white tank top that I could
    tell was made of some sort of mesh material. If I were closer, I probably
    would have been able to see her nipples through the thin material, but
    from
    the distance I could only make out her smooth flat chest and tummy.

    She disappeared from view again. Suddenly we heard a single short
    squeal from the merry-go-round. Karen and I exchanged glances. It was
    definitely a sound of pleasure. The girl re-appeared and now she was no
    longer humping the saddle. Instead, her forehead was leaning against the
    pole and her eyes were closed. A small grin on her face. She was clearly
    reveling in the afterglow.

    We stopped the carousel. The other riders slowly disembarked but
    this
    hot firecracker of a girl remained on her horse. Eventually, she slid off
    her perch and staggered to the exit. I had Karen hold back the next group
    of riders as I pretended to inspect the ride. I made a beeline for the
    orgasmic girl's horse. The saddle was still warm to the touch.
    Surreptitiously, I leaned in for a sniff and detected the faint scent of
    girl juice.

    That was the only time we witnessed an orgasm with certainty. I'm
    sure
    it happened a few other times, judging from the number of dazed and
    flushed
    pink girls we saw getting off the carousel. Sometimes the girls'
    frustration was evident. More than once we saw a young girl exiting the
    carousel area and rubbing between her legs with one hand. Believe me,
    there's nothing more exciting than seeing a seven year old girl with her
    hand inside the elastic waistband of her shorts, thinking that no one is
    noticing as she rubs her baby clit.

    It was a girl like that who finally pushed me beyond temptation. After
    two weeks, we were at the last night of the fair. It was getting late,
    almost nine p.m. and dusk was falling fast. We still had a long line of
    riders waiting for the merry-go-round.

    We had started up the ride and I was inspecting this session's
    prospects
    when one girl caught my eye. She looked to be eight or nine years old.
    Her straight hair was a dark shade of brown that fell to her shoulders and
    she was wearing a simple white summer dress that revealed her bare,
    tanned
    shoulders and lovely slender chest. This girl was definitely enjoying the
    ride. I noticed she had hiked up her dress so she wasn't sitting on it,
    allowing her panty-clad pussy to be in direct contact with the saddle.
    Moreover, she was gently grinding her hips as she pressed her crotch
    rhythmically against the saddle.

    I turned the intensity of her Power Wand to high and watched the
    show. I
    noticed her reaction immediately as the vibrations ramped up to full
    power.
    At first she seemed startled and pulled her hips back from the saddle.
    She
    disappeared from view and the next time I saw her, she was gingerly
    pushing
    herself forward on the saddle, closer to where the Power Wand was
    hidden.

    After about three revolutions, the girl had resumed her grinding against
    the saddle. My cock jumped when I saw her cute little mouth in the
    shape
    of an O as her body trembled in pleasure. Suddenly, Karen tapped my
    shoulder and pointed at the timer. We were approaching seven minutes
    and
    it was time to stop the ride. Reluctantly, I cut the power.

    As the riders filed to the exit, my eyes searched for the young girl. I
    found her toward the end of the crowd. Even in the diminishing light I
    could see how her face and chest were flushed pink. My eyes were glued
    as
    I watched her press against a hand between her legs at the V junction.
    She
    must have sensed my gaze because she looked at me and then quickly
    took her
    hand away in embarrassment.

    I kept watching her as she approached a man and woman sitting on a
    bench
    with a young toddler. The girl said something to them and they nodded.
    She then headed in the direction of the bathroom. I was about to turn
    away
    when I noticed that instead of entering the restroom, she slipped off to
    the side and headed behind the building.

    I knew there was nothing behind the restroom except an empty field
    area.
    I motioned to Karen to take the merry-go-round controls and headed for
    the
    restroom. Once there, I casually headed to the rear of the building as the
    little girl had done. Reaching the corner, I treaded gently on the worn
    dirt path to hide the sound of my approach. It wasn't really necessary
    though. The noise of the fair, the exhaust fans from the food vendors,
    and
    the cacophony from the midway hid any sound of my footsteps.

    Peering around the corner, I was disappointed to only see a row of
    dumpsters behind the restroom building. My heart fell. Maybe the little
    girl was just taking a shortcut somewhere. Honestly, I'm not sure what I
    was expecting exactly. Rather than turn around, I continued to loop
    around
    the restroom building.

    As I walked, a movement in the dimming light caught my eye. My
    heart
    skipped a beat as I realized I had found the little girl. She was
    squatting between two dumpsters with the hem of her white dress pulled
    up
    revealing her spread thighs. Her underwear was still in a bunch around
    her
    ankles. And she was feverishly rubbing the bald skin between her legs
    with
    two extended fingers.

    Even though dark was rapidly falling, I could still see well enough to
    know what she was doing. My hormones surged. Before I knew what I
    was
    doing, I quickly walked up to the squatting young girl and grabbed her.

    She was too engrossed in her masturbatory pleasure and didn't see me
    coming until it was too late. She lost her balance and started to fall
    backward from her squatting position but I caught her shoulders before
    she
    hit the ground. Her smooth skin felt so tempting in my hands. Quickly,
    I
    spun her around so that I was behind her. My arm wrapped easily
    around her
    chest and I held her tight as I clapped a hand over her mouth.

    "Don't scream," I told her, my heart racing. I had never done anything
    like this before. Until now, I had kept my pedophile fantasies to myself.
    But even with no experience in the matter, I could tell the little girl was
    too frightened to do anything. She didn't fight my arm holding her close.
    Instead she just stood as straight as a board.

    I decided to take a chance. "What's your name?" I asked her, removing
    my hand from her mouth.

    There was a slight pause. "Amanda," she said softly.

    "How old are you, Amanda?"

    "Nine."

    I was holding her close enough so I could smell the sweet shampoo
    scent
    of her hair, mixed with her own young girl aroma as well. Glancing down
    at
    her slender body in my grasp, I could see past her flat chest to her little
    toes inside her worn brown sandals. I could also see her underwear, still
    bunched around her ankles. I could feel my cock getting hard.

    "Lift up your dress," I told her softly.

    Amanda hesitated again. Her willowy arms reached down and lifted
    her
    dress, raising the hemline until it was past her waist.

    "Good girl," I told her. "I'm not going to hurt you." My trembling
    hand
    reached down. I almost gasped myself as my fingers made contact with
    her
    hairless slit.

    "I'm not going to hurt you," I repeated. "I just want to help you."

    I had been dreaming about this moment for years. I let my finger dip
    into her bare, fleshy valley. Reveling in the moment, I delighted in the
    soft, squishy feel of her wet mound around my finger. Curling my finger,
    I
    located the tiny bump of her clitoris. Gently I began to massage her
    little pleasure button.

    I could tell my efforts weren't wasted. When I first made contact with
    Amanda nine year old pussy, the little girl had stiffened slightly. But as
    I kneaded and rubbed, the precious young thing relaxed a bit in my grasp.

    "This feels good doesn't it?" I asked her.

    "... Yes..."

    "I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt."

    My hand danced in soft circles on her clit. She was so small that my
    entire hand covered more than her crotch. While my middle finger
    roamed
    the slick interior of her privates, my other fingers explored the fleshy
    hairless mound between her legs. Amanda began to breathe a little more
    heavy.

    I can't even describe how magical that moment felt. The sky was a
    shadowy blue as the sun dipped away beneath the horizon but the
    darkness
    was held at bay by the bright illumination and twinkling lights cast by the
    State Fair. The air was filled with the sound of clanking rides and
    gleeful voices and the sizzling sound of deep fryers. And here I was,
    standing behind the restroom building with a lovely nine year old girl who
    was unabashedly lifting up her clean white summer dress to let me finger
    her.

    I wanted it to last forever. But between Amanda's heavy breathing and
    the wet moisture growing in her hairless slit, I knew the end was near.
    My
    finger eased effortlessly along her slick valley, ceaselessly rubbing her
    little clit. On one stroke, I let my finger plunge further down until I
    found the precious entrance to this nine year old's vagina. I let my
    finger slide in just a tiny bit. I had promised not to hurt her and
    intended to keep my word.

    I felt Amanda stiffening in my arms again. I got the message and
    increased the speed and intensity of my finger against her swollen
    clitoris. As my digit slipped along her hairless slit, I marveled at the
    amount of lubrication this nine year old girl was producing.

    "Uhhhhh," Amanda gasped suddenly. Her slender body spasmed and
    jerked
    in my arms. My cock strained hard through my shorts and pressed
    against
    her back. I didn't let up on her clit though.
    Then I plastered my face on pussy and sucking her little clit and kept flicking with my tongue and all girl gasped and trembled.
    The young girl gasped twice more and her body shook as the orgasm
    washed
    over her. Her slim frame was now limp in my arms. Breathing heavily,
    Amanda moved her thighs together, closing her spread legs. I took this as
    a sign to stop.

    Lifting my wet hand to my nose, I inhaled deeply of her pungent scent
    before tasting her juices. It was incredible. A sharp taste but still so
    incredibly delicate and innocent. Reluctantly, I loosened my grip on her.
    Turning her body so she faced the wall, I held her only by her shoulder.


    "I want you to stand like this and face the wall," I directed her.
    "Count to ten. By the time you reach ten, I'll be gone and then you can
    go
    to. Okay?"

    She was too blissed out in her post-orgasmic state to care probably.
    "Okay," she replied.

    Squeezing her shoulder one last time, I quickly backed away from her
    through the two dumpsters. She was still facing the wall when I made
    my
    quick getaway. Strolling casually, I returned to the merry-go-round
    where
    Karen was still operating the ride.

    "You missed a lot," she told me when I reached her side. "Some hot
    preteen girls were laughing and giggling as they rode. I gave them a good
    time though."

    Without a word, I lifted my hand to Karen's nose. Questioningly she
    took a sniff. Her eyes stared at me, first in shock, then envy as she
    understood.

    "You didn't!" she said accusingly.

    I just smiled at her. "I'll tell you all about it later, honey," I told
    her, wrapping an arm around her waist.

    That was my first and last encounter with a real little girl. We've
    returned to the State Fair with the merry-go-round for years since but a
    similar opportunity never presented itself. I'm grateful that it happened
    and, even so, our ride is always a smashing success with lots of young
    girls. They get their own pleasure and give us some by letting us watch. I
    love the State Fair

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