From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Merry-go-round   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
       Hi.  My name is Danny.  I'm a pedophile.   
      
       For as long as I can remember, I've been attracted to little 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   
      
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