Perverts 'R' Us

The Greatest Ride on Earth (An Age of Consent Tale)

Guest-authored* ( M+/g+, con )

This story is pure fiction and does not resemble anything or anyone in reality, whatever that may be.

I was on my way to visit the local fair. It was a popular annual event and parking could be a problem, so I rode the bus to avoid the hassle of finding a parking space. I sat down next to a cute young dark-haired girl who was by herself. She smiled and scooted over on the seat to make room for me, carelessly flashing me a glimpse of her bald little pussy between her open legs as her skirt rode up. She wasn't wearing any panties.

"Hi, mister! My name is Emily. Are you going to the fair?" she inquired.

"Hi Emily, my name is George. And yes I am, Emily. Are you going there too?"

"Yes. My friend Annie was going with me, but at the last minute she wasn't able to go. I decided to go by myself. If you're by yourself, Mr. George, maybe you would like to see the fair with me." Shyly she added, "Maybe we could ride the Tunnel of Love together."

I smiled at her. Little girls were always coming on to older boys and men nowadays, ever since the age of consent was lowered by our government to nine some years ago. It was interesting how eager girls were to learn all about sex and have actual experiences since it had become legal. Our nation, the State of The Truly Free, had doubled its tourist industry since the law was changed, as people from around the Earth were eager to vacation with us now.

She was cute but she looked a bit too young. She pouted at me as I checked the silver identification tag she wore around her neck. All kids were required to wear such tags by law. The name "Emily Johnson" was on the tag plus her mother's name, their address and dates of birth. I figured she was only 8 1/2. Jail bait. Too bad, I would have to pass on this cutie. I noted also that her mother was just 22, my own age. Many women were having children when they were in their early teens now.

"Sorry Emily, I don't go with girls under the age of nine." She was disappointed. Too bad. Although we already had the lowest age of consent in the world, there was a movement to have the age lowered even more. At that moment I was ready to support the "Get the Age of Consent Down to Eight Action Committee", just so I could have a go at little Emily.

"They should get a more catchy name," I thought, something people could remember easily like, "Eight Rates a Date, Mate". The little girly grapevine, an informal group of kids had suggested "Ride a Girly Tube at Eight", but polling data was negative as it made girls look like hookers. I was reminded of the Madonna song, "Girls just want to have fun."

A boy about eleven got on the bus. He sat across from us and looked over at Emily. She smiled at him. A boy his age would not get in trouble for making out with a girl her age, even if he fucked her. I decided to help the kids out.

"Are you on your way to the fair, son?" I asked him.

"Yes sir, I am." he replied.

"That's good. Emily here is looking for a date. Would you be interested?" I asked.

"Would I!" he exclaimed eagerly. "I mean, yes, I would be delighted." he said politely.

I exchanged seats with the boy. Soon he and Emily were kissing and he had his hand up between her legs. Ah, young love. So impetuous. I knew that the kids would head immediately for the darkness within the Tunnel of Love ride once we got to the fair. My cock stiffened in my pants just thinking about it.

I thought about what might have happened if I had taken Emily on the ride instead of turning her over to the boy. Even if I fucked her, chances were that no one would find out. Although it would still be illegal, there would be no jail time as long as she was willing. Instead there would be hefty fines and perhaps required military service for three years.

Perhaps I could have taken Emily home and talked to her mom about it. She might be in favor of reducing the age of consent to eight too. Many people were. Perhaps she would have been willing to have me fuck her while Emily watched and learned how to do it. I would have wound up fucking both mother and daughter. Ooops! I had an accident thinking such thoughts.

Now I had to find a restroom and clean up the mess of cum in my pants. At the fair I wandered around, checking out the exhibits and the carnival rides. I stopped by the merry-go-round, always a favorite ride with kids. There were the usual painted wooden horses attached to poles that rode up and down as the merry-go-round went around in circles while music played.

I saw an old man who was riding on the back of a horse behind a little girl who was leaning forward more on the front of the horse. The man was snuggled up tight against the little girl before him. She had her arms wrapped around the horse's neck and she was giggling. The old man had his arms forward, holding her by her waist. As the horse reached the top of its move on the pole there was a bump, and then it went down the pole and made a bump again as it hit the bottom of the pole.

As the bumps occurred the girl would squeal and the man would moan. The girl's skirt was hiked up around her waist, and her lower body was quite naked. Like many girls she had given up wearing any panties. Girls often flashed their pussies at boys or men they liked with a flip of their skirts now. Taking long walks in the park or at the fair had become an interesting past time for many old men.

Perhaps that is how this old man had met the little girl he was with now. The old guy was fucking the kid, right there in public! A cop took notice of the unusual couple. His concern was not that they were fucking in public. Rather he was concerned if the girl was of age. As the ride came to a halt, the cop got on the ride and went over to them. He checked the girl's identification tag.

Apparently she was nine because the cop grinned at the old man then and said "Enjoy your ride, sir." Then the cop got off the ride. The old man paid two more tickets to the ride operator, and he and the girl continued for another turn on the ride. A crowd had gathered around the merry-go-round, mostly men, who were watching the old man riding with the girl and fucking her as they went around in circles.

That's when I had a brainstorm. Wouldn't it be interesting, I thought, if someone made a merry-go-round specifically designed for fucking little girls! The kids would love riding the horses and men would love riding the girls. As the idea took hold in my mind and I envisioned how I would construct it, I came up with a name for the ride. I would call it "The Little Girly Tube Ride" and bill it as "The Greatest Ride on Earth!"

I left the fair then, my mind busy with thoughts. I would construct my special "Fucky-Go-Round" with most seats for little girls to face backwards on the horses with their feet in special stirrups that would keep their legs raised and spread wide open. There would be safety belts for them to wear to keep the girls from falling off the horses. There would be comfortable backrests along the manes of the horses for the girls to lean back on.

That should position the girly tubes, their vaginas, just right for penetration by men riding behind on the horses and facing the girls. The men's seats would be slightly adjustable for men of different sizes to line up their cocks with the girly tubes. The horses with their riders would go up and down on a pole, with slight bumps at the top and the bottom, and also with a new built-in feature. While the Fucky-Go-Round was in motion, the men's seats would slide back and forth on the horses' backs by a few inches, so that the men would be fucking the girls with no effort on their part. The speed of the back and forth motion would also be adjustable, so the fucking could be slow, fast, or anywhere in between.

In addition to these seats there would be a few others with a different configuration. On these horses the girls would face forward, leaning over along the horses' manes, with appropriate stirrups to keep their legs spread wide and their butts raised up. The men's seats behind the girls would be adjustable so that the men could line their cocks up with the girly tubes, or with the girly assholes, for men who preferred anal sex with girls.

Once I figured out the rough outline of what I wanted I wrote it up in legal form. Then I took it in to the Patent Office and I applied for a worldwide patent for my invention, the Fucky-Go-Round. I also applied for a copyright on the name "The Little Girly Tube Ride" I would market the invention as the Fucky-Go-Round, but bill it as The Little Girly Tube Ride. The patent officer smiled as he looked over my papers.

"That's a great name, The Little Girly Tube Ride. I'm surprised no one has copyrighted it before you. As for your invention, the Fucky-Go-Round, in some countries you wouldn't be able to patent a thing like this. Fortunately we are more broad-minded. I'll get things going for you to be issued a patent pending on your Fucky-Go-Round. Good luck with it, and please let me know when you have a demonstration model ready. You will need to demonstrate it in order to get a final patent, you know."

I hadn't been aware of the need to construct a demonstration model. Where would I get the money to build it? I needed to find a good mechanic to help me construct the mechanism for the thing. I was a young college graduate, with college loans to pay off. I had no funds to build my invention.

I went to a banker I knew who was an old friend of the family. He was a middle-aged guy named Bob. I asked him for a business bank loan to finance the building of a demonstration model of my Fucky-Go-Round. Bob was very interested in it, but he informed me that the bank would never put up the money for such a project for two reasons. First I was young, just out of college, and I had not built up a suitable credit rating. Second, my Fucky-Go-Round was too controversial for the bank's stuffy old loan officers to ever approve it.

However Bob was still interested and he thought he might arrange for me to get private financing. He suggested setting up a corporation and issuing stock to investors who would put up the money for the project. He further suggested that he would be willing to put up about 20% of the funds himself, and he would act as the new corporation's treasurer. He knew a young man named Sam who had a considerable investment portfolio and he thought that Sam might like to invest another 20% in the project. He had other businessmen he knew who he thought would love to have a piece of this action.

In time Bob got all the financing together for us to get the corporation off the ground. Because I was the inventor I was named president and given 40% of the outstanding stock, although I did not have to put up any of the money. I met Sam and he took a keen interest in the project, and he also became one of the corporation's officers, the secretary. We found a skilled mechanic and he too was given stock in exchange for his labors. He was a big black guy named Fred.

We were all hopeful that this would be a successful corporation, and in time we would build Fucky-Go-Rounds for sale to carnivals, amusement parks, and fairs all over the world. We would bill the rides to the public as The Little Girly Tube Ride, The Greatest Ride on Earth! There would be some countries that would never allow them in however, especially countries dedicated to the great Boo.

As the work got underway we soon realized that we would need some little girls to try out the horses and special chairs, to get the design right for their comfort. No doubt there would be some mistakes that would cause the little girls some discomfort, as the cocks did not match up right with their girly tubes. We men working on the project would supply the Cocks. It turned out that Sam had four little girl friends that he was busy screwing, and they would all be eager to help us out.

They were Sue, a 9 1/2-year-old blue-eyed blonde, Jean, a 9 1/2-year-old redhead, Carrie, a 10-year-old brown-haired girl, and her sister, Vicky, who was just 9 years old. Sam brought the girls around to meet us. We men thought they were all quite adorable, and we were eager to try out our new invention with the girls.

Sue was quite bold. She flashed her cutie ass at me several times. But Carrie was bolder yet, volunteering to take a ride with me. I of course thanked her and Sam gave me a nod of approval. Carrie and I both took off our clothes. She had a cute little body and I noticed that her titties were just beginning to grow cute pink bumps on her chest. I helped her up on the Fucky-Go-Round horse, fastened her seat belt for her, and slipped her feet into the stirrups.

Carrie looked adorable, leaning back on the cushioned back against the horse's mane, with her legs spread wide in the stirrups as she sat on the seat that held her in place on the horse's back. Her pretty girly tube gaped open moist and red, so inviting. Every guy there had a hard-on I'm sure, looking at the cute kid so ready to be fucked.

I climbed up on the seat facing her, snuggling up close to her open sex. I adjusted the seat so that my cock was just beginning to enter her girly tube. She giggled at the contact. Fred started up the Fucky-Go-Round. A cute kids' tune played as the machine began to go around. I felt my seat slide slowly forward, forcing my cock into her girly tube. Carrie was so tight! She cried out as my cock forced its way into her. I saw that I was hurting her and I signaled to Fred to stop the machine.

I backed off of Carrie. Sam suggested that since there had been no foreplay with the girl she had not lubricated to take in my cock. Our machine was not designed for foreplay, it was intended to offer up little girls ready to be fucked. We decided that we should ready the girls for this by lubricating their girly tubes with KY gel. I took some on my fingers and had a bit of fun working it up into Carrie's girly tube. She smiled at me and squirmed around on my fingers.

Hell, I would have liked to continue doing that, finger fucking her, but this was not our purpose. We figured she was ready now, so I got back up on the seat and we began again. Fred started up the machine and this time my cock slid into Carrie's snug girly tube more easily. She smiled at me, enjoying the ride with me this time. I grinned back at her, enjoying the ride too. I adjusted the time of the slide that had me pistoning in and out of her. Carrie cried out as it had me going too fast, hammering in and out of her too quickly.

Again Fred stopped the Fucky-Go-Round. He made an adjustment to the pistoning action, seeing that it should never go that fast. We tried again, and this time everything was just right. I tried to hold back, to make the experience last, but the machine continued to work me in and out of the girly tube insistently. Soon I lost it, crying out as my cum shot into Carrie, filling her up with sperm.

I could just imagine the little swimmers, eagerly slipping up through her cervix and into her uterus, searching in vain for a waiting egg to fertilize. How disappointed they must have been, finding no egg waiting in the little girl's womb. She was still too young to ovulate. Well at least they had the right species. The little swimmers would die trying.

Meanwhile Jean the little redhead was sitting on Fred's lap as they watched me fucking with Carrie. Somehow she had lost all of her clothes, and Fred's big black hands were all over the little girl. He was feeling her up as she giggled, enjoying the feelings he was giving her. They would be next up to try out the Fucky-Go-Round.

Sam had Sue naked on his lap and he was busy playing with her much as Fred was doing with Jean. They would be the third couple to try out the new machine. Vicky was a very shy little girl. Sam explained that she had just had her cherry popped by him, and she would need to have her little Girly Tube stretched some more before she would feel comfortable riding the Fucky-Go-Round.

Old Bob was intrigued with the little girl. He took her onto his lap and spoke softly to her, reassuring the kid even as he stripped her naked. He rubbed her little bald pussy gently, and then he inserted his middle finger up into her cute girly tube. He finger fucked the kid as she wriggled around on his invading finger, giggling. She lost control of her bladder then and Vicky peed all over Bob's hand. He was delighted with this but he pretended to be angry with her.

"What a naughty girl you are, Vicky, peeing on me like that. I think you need a spanking, don't you?" Bob delighted in spanking little girls but playfully, not harshly.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Bob." she said blushing. "I guess maybe I do deserve a spanking for doing that. But please don't spank me too hard. I didn't mean to pee on you."

Bob promised not to be too hard on her. He took her over his lap then, with his one hand around her waist so that his hand was on her little pussy. He raised his other hand then and proceeded to give Vicky a bare-bottom spanking. The little girl squealed as he spanked her, but he wasn't mean to her. Her ass cheeks became rosy from the spanking but it wasn't hard enough to make her cry.

Indeed Vicky was writhing around on his lap as old Bob spanked her, seeming to be enjoying it. The other girls watched. They had put out the word on the little girly grapevine warning other girls not to have anything to do with Bob because he liked to spank girls. Now as they watched him with Vicky they saw that he was using his other hand to play with her pussy, to masturbate the kid even as he was spanking her.

Gee, that looked like it could be fun! They would pass it along on the grapevine, and Bob would soon find that young girls were coming on to him again. Bob stopped spanking little Vicky then, and he kissed and licked her all over her rosy bottom, soothing what he had just spanked. He worked a couple of fingers around in her now wet girly tube, stretching it more so that the kid would be more comfortable with fucking. Vicky smiled at him. She was getting to like old Bob a lot.

By now Carrie and I were off of the Fucky-Go-Round and Fred and Jean were trying it out. They tried out one of the horses that was designed to have a girl ride facing forward with her butt raised up. Fred had her Girly Tube lubed up with KY gel, as well as her tight asshole. He meant to sample both of the redhead's holes.

I started the machine up but it turned out that the seats were not positioned right. His big black cock was being forced against her pudendum, that part between her girly tube and her asshole, trying to dig a new hole there. Jean screamed. I stopped the machine and Fred readjusted his seat. Then we tried it again. Ah, that was better. He fucked his cock in and out of her girly tube for a while. He came, but he wanted to have another ride.

Fred shifted gears, raising his seat higher, and his cock began fucking her asshole. Jean squealed at first at this new penetration, flopping and flaying about, but soon the girl adjusted to it. Fred's big black cock worked in and out of Jean's asshole as the machine did all the work for them. Before long Fred cried out as he unloaded his second load of sperm, this time into the little girl's ass.

His little swimmers searched in vain for an egg to fertilize there. Soon they figured it out. "Shit man, we're in an asshole. Fuck the asshole who shot us in here!" They were so disappointed. Their whole purpose in life was to make a baby, and they were being denied. When the couple were done fucking Jean smiled at him and kissed the big black man. She liked Fred a lot.

Sam and Sue tried the machine out next. She had been intrigued at seeing Vicky being spanked by Bob. So she asked Sam if he would spank her even while they were fucking on the machine. The seat for the girl was small enough that she still had quite a bit of bare bottom available, and so Sam delighted in spanking Sue even as the machine controlled the fucking for them. They had some fun on the Fucky-Go-Round.

As it turned out there were quite a number of issues to be worked out, the girls squealing when cocks didn't meet up with their girly tubes, or the speed of the fucking being too fast, or going too deep for comfort. We men wasted quite a bit of our sperm on such mishaps. We didn't mind that, but the girls were put out a bit by it.

"What a shame, all that nice sperm being spilled instead of finding a temporary home in our girly tubes." Carrie said as she was splashed with sperm outside of her pussy. The other girls agreed with her. Oh well, no use crying over spilt sperm, or something like that. After some more adjustments to the machine, less sperm was wasted that way.

Once we had it well adjusted, Vicky was ready to try it out with old Bob. She was brave as he strapped her on to the horsey. He lubricated her small Girly Tube with KY gel and got aboard the horsey facing her. Carefully he positioned his erect Cock at her small opening, and adjusted the speed of the back-and-forth seat to its lowest setting.

Fred started the machine up then and Bob began fucking tight little Vicky. She frowned at first as the machine forced the man's cock up inside her girly tube, but soon she adjusted to the penetration. After a while she cried out, "Go faster, horsey!" So Bob grinned at her, reached down, and increased the speed of the fucking seat. "Wheee!" she exclaimed, loving it as she was fucked faster by the old man.

Sam looked on as his four girls enjoyed fucking not only with him, but also with the other three men. I think he might have been concerned that we would steal some of the girls away from him. I went over to him.

"Hey, Sam, I just wanted to thank you for letting your pretty little girls try out our new machine with us guys. They are such sweet girls."

"Well George, I'm not sure this was such a good idea. Did you see the way Jean was making goo-goo eyes at big black Fred there? I think I may have lost her to him. And little Vicky riding on old Bob's cock there, I think I may have lost her to him."

"Well maybe so, Sam, I don't know. But I'm sure you know how easy it is for handsome studs like yourself to find willing little girls to fuck with nowadays. Maybe it's time for you to get some new girls, add a bit of variety you know? For example a cute little Asian girl, or a little black girl. Now doesn't that sound interesting?"

Sam laughed then. "You're right, George. It's silly of me to be jealous. There are so many little girls out there eager to find grown men to fuck with. If my girls want to go, let them. I get always get new ones." I was glad to see his mood improve at the thought of new girls to fuck with.

We found a few more little girls willing to try out our new machine before we were satisfied that we had all the kinks worked out. Some of our other investors, mainly older men, came in to try out the machine too. They were all delighted with it and satisfied that this investment would be a real winner.

It was helpful to use KY gel to lubricate the little Girly Tubes before each ride, and to exchange the girls frequently so that they could douche themselves before continuing. The little girls hung in there as we made some final adjustments, and eventually we got everything smoothed out just right.

We called in the guy from the patent office and demonstrated our working model of the Fucky-Go-Round. He wanted to try it out so we let him. Sue volunteered and he had a really nice ride with her. He was so favorably impressed that he asked if he could buy some stock in our corporation, so we let him in on it. He worked hard then to get our final patent approved.

The next time we had a fair in our area we rented space for our Fucky-Go-Round. We billed it as "The Little Girly Tube Ride, The Greatest Ride on Earth!" We got the newspapers out to cover it, and television crews to film it. It got picked up and made the news around the world. Predictably countries dedicated to the great Boo condemned it as well as some other countries. But for the most part it was a sensation and a success.

We decided to have try-outs for local girls who would like to ride the Fucky-Go-Round with men and boys who paid suitable prices for this thrill ride like no other. We limited the ages of the girls from 9, the legal age of consent, to 11 or 12, but only for girls who had not reached maturity, who were not menstruating yet. That way we would not have to worry about any unwanted pregnancies.

We considered the girls' safety to be paramount and we employed a retired doctor to examine their pussies and make sure their tubes were not damaged. He volunteered his services in exchange for free rides. He recommended that we employ the girls one day on the job and one day off to rest their pussies, and so we followed his advice. He also set up a means of screening customers to avoid any with STDs.

We arranged to set up college scholarship funds for girls who would work for us for a year or more, so that their expenses would be taken care of by our corporation when the time came for them to go to college. In addition they were paid well so that they could enjoy some of the money now.

We also allowed solicitation by the "Get the Age of Consent Down to Eight Action Committee", known informally as "Eight Rates a Date, Mate" whenever we participated in a fair or other setting. All of this was picked up and adapted to local conditions everywhere we sold our product.

We built a factory and hired workers to build our Fucky-Go-Rounds. Fred was named a vice president of our corporation and he was put in charge of our factory as the plant manager. In time we had Fucky-Go-Rounds up and running in many countries around the world, all using our copyrighted name "The Little Girly Tube Ride". We all became rich men from our wonderful business. We never tired of working with our little girls, training new girls, and experimenting with new designs. The girls rather enjoyed the experimental work too.

Some countries that were dedicated to the great Boo objected strongly to the spread of our machines and the promotion of "The Little Girly Tube Ride". They claimed we were undermining the morals of the little girls who were so eager to work for us. Opposition was strongest in the State of Holiness.

It soon became a problem as zealots indoctrinated with their belief snuck into the State of The Truly Free. They were out to "save" little girls who worked for our corporation by abducting them and smuggling them across the border into the State of Holiness. There we learned the girls were subjected to cruel beatings designed to whip the devil out of them and to save their souls. They were made to wear black robes that covered them from head to toe, lest any sinful exposure of flesh might entice a man to sin.

It became necessary to employ bodyguards to escort our little girls wherever they went. Our State Department protested these abductions but the State of Holiness claimed that they had no control over the zealots. They refused to cooperate in searching for the missing girls.

Some of the zealots were caught sneaking into the State of The Truly Free. After a few rides on The Little Girly Tube Ride it was amazing how the zealots changed their minds. They all became happy little girl fuckers, much to the chagrin of the State of Holiness.

This would be a continuing problem for our corporation and for the State Department, but how that all develops is another story.