Rides for Rides (M+g+, un-safe, loli, prost) by this guy (this.guy20@yahoo.com) Summary: Most people think being a carnie really sucks. But the discrimination, constant moving, lousy income, and what not are more than made up for by a few unusual perks the job has to offer… I’ve been running my cotton-candy stand (actually a pull-behind-a-car trailer, about the same size as the ones that carry two horses standing side-by-side) at numerous county fairs for a number of years now. There are two big perks of that job. The decidedly obvious one: getting to see / watch lots of girls and women running around in somewhat revealing clothing. The majority of them tend to be wearing fairly conventional (although frequently rather short) shorts or cut-offs; about a third are in summer / sun dresses, while they aren’t showing as much skin, I have gotten the occasional glimpse up or down the dress; and then there’s the final group, probably accounting for about one tenth, who wear short skirts, again I get the occasional glimpse up the skirt. Needless to say I generally get to see more nipples and panties through the course of a summer fair season than most men get to see in a lifetime. The more surprising part, though, is how many girls (and fairly young ones, at that) aren’t wearing panties under their dresses or skirts… The not so obvious perk: getting to see the girls who’ve offered a ride in exchange for getting to go on a ride for free. Known within the carnie-world as ‘rides for rides’… Pretty much every person has, when new to the carney life, asked what it means: simply put ‘rides for rides’ is when a girl either sucks off or fucks (a much more common occurrence, surprising as it may seem) a carney in exchange for letting her go on one of the amusement rides for free. Interestingly the majority of the girls who offer ‘rides for rides’ are quite young: many of them are so young they don’t even have titty bumps, let alone real boobs. Judging by the way those girls look and their general size, I’d say about three-quarters of the girls offering ‘rides for rides’ are between the ages of seven and ten. Judging by their size and looks, some of them are almost certainly even younger… Watching those young girls emerge from the shadows in the crevices between and/or behind the amusement rides never ceases to amaze me. The ones wearing shorts or cut-offs are the most obvious: if you know to look you can easily make out the wet spot on the crotch of their shorts or cut-offs. Later in the day, usually at about the time the sun just starts going down, the size of the wet spot on the crotches of some of those girls’ shorts or cut-offs becomes quite large and very noticeable: even a fool would know they had given multiple ‘rides for rides’ over the course of the day. It’s less obvious on the girls who are wearing dresses or skirts. With them you have to look at the insides of their thighs. And nine times out of ten it’s there; little streaks of white goo slowly running down the inside of the girl’s leg or legs. A few times I’ve even noticed a glob of man-seed in a girl’s hair. In some ways that sight is the hottest. One thing that probably makes it seem hotter is the fact that it is such an unusual sight to see: I only get to see it one or two times over the course of an entire summer fair season. Additionally, there is no way that anyone can miss that pearlescent white glob of man-seed being so blatantly displayed in the girl’s hair. Although, I imagine that most people simply assume it is just some sort of jewelry… *** Last summer, when we were at the Columbus County fair, the fair promoters were informed that cotton-candy had been out-lawed the previous winter for some nonsensical health reason. Initially I was supposed to end up helping out at the ticket booth, but about an hour before the fair was scheduled to open on its first day Marlene’s water broke (a month early). Needless to say Harlan, her husband, took her to the local hospital leaving his souvenir stand a man down; so I ended up helping their twelve year old son, Merle, run their stand. Despite the crappy merchandise (baseball caps, cowboy hats, plastic horns, giant plastic cups, foam fingers, blow-up beach balls, and stuffed teddy bears; all with the words ‘county fair’ printed on them without any mention of the county’s name or the year) the souvenir stand did quite a bit of business. As usual I got to see many of the girl-related sights I had become accustom to over the years. And, as usual quite a number of girls appeared to be giving ‘rides for rides’… The second day of the fair, around lunch time, the souvenir stand was particularly busy. While I was selling a three dozen foam fingers to a guy in a black shirt with one of those white ‘priest collars’, I overheard a girl saying “…it’s not a ride but…” About a second later I overheard Merle saying “…alright come with…” Another second passed before Merle told me he had to use the can and stepped out of the stand. About fifteen minutes after Merle had stepped out of the stand, he returned. Since, at that particular moment, there weren’t any customers at the stand I noticed when he handed one of the teddy bears to a girl who looked to be about eight. She turned and just walked away without paying. I was about to say something to stop her, but Merle cut me off saying, “rides for rides.” I was so surprised by hearing him say that, that I commented, “Didn’t know you accepted that…” “Sure,” he said with a snort. Merle looked around a bit before quietly saying, “The price tag on that teddy bear she got is seven bucks, it only costs us forty-seven cents…so yeah,” just then a customer stepped up to the stand. After Merle sold him a big plastic cup, I asked, “What kinda ride she give?” Smiling, he tapped at his crotch and said, “A regular one.” “Oh yeah?” I asked hoping for details. Smiling he said, “Blasted off in her hole; she was already all gooey…musta’ given another ride earlier…” “So, how many rides you get to take last year?” I found myself asking. “Don’t know,” he said before pondering aloud, “Two or three per week…what’s that work out to?’ “A hell of a lot more than I’ve gotten sellin’ cotton candy,” I said enviously. Merle chuckled before saying, “You can have the next one…” *** For several hours the souvenir stand was busy, but everybody paid with cash. I started to figure I wasn’t gonna get a take a ride that day, when a girl wearing a somewhat longer than average dress, who looked to be about nine or ten walked up to the stand. She wanted a cowboy hat. I told her, “cowboy hats are eleven bucks.” “I don’t have any money, but…” she quietly replied before trailing off at the end. “But, what?” I said, despite having a pretty good idea where this was headed. “Well could I have a cowboy hat for free if I give you a ride…uhm…” she trailed off again. I stared at her; trying to give her the impression that I didn’t know what she was trying to say. After a couple seconds of awkward silence she spoke up again, “The guy at the Ferris wheel called it ‘rides for rides’,” much more quietly this time. “Ah,” I replied, “Yeah; we accept ‘rides for rides’. Come on…” I turned to Merle and said, “I’ll be back soon,” before stepping out of the souvenir stand. I lead the girl between the souvenir stand and the caramel apples stand, back to the area where several of us carnies had set-up our RVs behind the mid-way. I unlocked the door on my RV and motioned the girl inside. When she lifted up her the bottom of her dress I was shocked when I saw her panties. “How many ‘rides for rides’ you done today?” I asked in amazement: the fabric her panties were made from was soaked through and through with creamy white man-seed. “Well, I only had enough money to get in; so I did ‘rides for rides’ on the roller coaster, the tilt-a-whirl, the Ferris wheel, the bumper cars, funnel cake, soda fountain, apple bobbing, the spook house, the pony ride, the parachute chairs, the spinning house…” she trailed off while counting on her fingers. “Fifteen or sixteen, why?” I simply pointed at her panties and said, “Your panties are pretty wet.” She felt at her crotch and said, “Yea, so?” “I don’t think your panties are gonna be able to take any more,” I said before suggesting, “How ‘bout this; after my ‘ride’ you leave your panties here for the next hour, so they can dry out, then come back to the souvenir stand and the boy’ll get you your panties back if you give him a ride…” “And a big foam finger,” she interrupted me. “Yeah: I think that’ll work,” I said. Smiling the girl pulled down and stepped out of her soaking wet panties. She asked, “Where should I put them?” Taking the pair of sopping wet panties from her, I opened one of the cabinet doors in the little kitchenette and layed them over the top of the door. I undid my pants and pulled out my almost completely hard cock before sitting on the edge of the built-in sofa. The girl stepped over my legs / straddled my legs and moved towards my crotch. When she began to squat over my cock, I couldn’t believe the amount of creamy white man-seed that began drooling out of her decidedly red little-girl snatch. A second later the tip of my dick was slipping through the warm, wet goo as it made its way past her pre-pubescent pussy lips. Either all the man-seed in her pussy was providing the best lubrication ever, or the girl’s pussy was a little too loose considering her age; because my thick adult cock slid into her pre-pubescent fuck-hole with surprising ease. She began bouncing up-and-down on my lap: the movement forcing my cock to slide in-and-out of her gooey, sopping wet fuck-hole. The squishing sound and the sensation of who knows how many loads of man-seed being forced down the shaft of my cock and slowly drooling down over my hairy balls was so incredible that I didn’t even last two minutes before feeling my butt cheeks tighten under me. Barely a second later I was blasting rope after rope of hot, thick, sticky man-seed deep into the little slut’s well used fuck-hole. “Wow,” I gasped as the last of my hot, thick, sticky man-seed oozed out of the little hole at the tip of my cock. The girl rolled her hips a single time before standing; and allowing my slowly deflating cock to slip from her warm wet fuck-hole with a stunningly loud slurping sound. “You like the ride?” she asked, in the most outrageously innocent sounding voice. “Indeed I did,” I replied as I stood, shoved my now mostly soft cock back into my pants, and redid the fly. I took a breath before saying, “Let’s get you that cowboy hat, shall we.” “Alright,” she gleefully replied as we stepped out of my RV. We quickly returned to the midway. When we were little more than five steps to the souvenir stand the girl commented, “I can feel it running down the inside of my legs…” I stepped inside the souvenir stand and grabbed a cowboy hat, which I handed to the girl. “You got anything I can wipe it off my legs with?” she asked. I thought for about half a second before saying, “No, sorry.” Truth be told, there probably were some paper towels or tissues in the souvenir stand I could have given her, but I liked the idea of other guys getting to see my man-seed running down the insides of her legs too much. “Oh, well, okay,” she said as she put the cowboy hat on her head, before turning and walking away. Just before she disappeared into the crowd of fair-goers on the midway, I thought I saw an older teenage boy approach and say something to her… *** An hour later I was actually somewhat surprised that the girl I had busted a nut in didn’t show up to reclaim her panties. Initially I was a bit disappointed, but then realized that if she never came back for her panties; I’d get to keep them as a souvenir of sorts…at least I’d have something to remember that ride by. *** A couple hours later, right around the time they announced that the fair was closing up for the night over the loud speaker system, I saw the most amazing sight: there was a girl in the crowd of fair-goers on the midway wearing a cowboy hat and a slightly longer than average dress who had a trail of white goo running all the way down the inside of each leg all the way into the top of her sneakers! Man did I wish I had a camera to memorialize that moment… I was in a state of near disbelief when she walked right up to the souvenir stand and asked me, “Can I get a big foam finger…” she briefly trailed off before quietly adding, “…and my panties back?” Surprisingly, it didn’t dawn on me who she was until she mentioned her panties, I turned to Merle and said, “This young lady is gonna need your help.” As he stepped past me, I handed him the keys to my RV. It must have been about fifteen minutes later when Merle and the girl returned. Since it looked like she had been crying, I asked, “What happened?” “They’re still sopping wet,” the girl said quietly. “So…” I said confused by her statement. “So I suggested she leave them here over night to dry out,” Merle explained. The girl began speaking again, “…and I don’t have any money to get in tomorrow…” “Ah…” I pondered aloud. Then Merle quietly said, “When I suggested she ask her folks for money to come to the fair again tomorrow, she started crying and said she didn’t have any…” I stepped out of the souvenir stand and motioned the girl over to where I was standing. I squatted down just enough that we were the same height and asked, “How come you don’t have any folks?” “I do…” she began to say, “…But they’re always smoking meth and I overheard Daddy telling Mommy they should sell me to their dealer…” she trailed off. After a brief pause in the conversation I questioned, “And you ran away so that couldn’t happen…” Shaking her head ‘no’, she said, “I rode my bike…” “Oh…well, uhm,” I began to stammer. “What were you plannin’ on doin’ tomorrow if ya spent all yer money today?” Merle asked. The girl cringed a bit before saying, “Hadn’t thought that far ahead…” I thought for a quick second before asking, “How’d you like to stay in the fair overnight?” I took a breath before explaining, “Then you wouldn’t have to pay to get in tomorrow.” “Really?” the girl beamed. “Sure. So long as you don’t tell anybody about it and you give me another ride, you can stay in my RV,” I offered. “Will I have to give your son another ride too?” the girl asked. Merle and I looked at each other for a second before we both said, “We’re not related,” at the same time. “Ah…well, but…” the girl seemed decidedly confused. “It’s a long story;” I began to say, before adding, “…which I’ll tell you when we’re in the RV.” “Ah, okay,” the girl responded. Before she could say anything more, Flora Mae (Merle’s younger sister) approached the souvenir stand. Holding up a small trophy, the ten-year-old girl proudly said, “I won runner-up in the youngest smoker contest today.” “Only runner-up, today?” Merle asked. “Youngest smoker contest?” the girl who had given both Merle and me a ride in her pussy asked, in a stunned voice. “It an old county fair tradition…” I began explaining. “This boy named Danny won; his gran-pa says he’s seven…looked a little older to me,” Flora Mae interrupted me. She paused for a second before asking the girl who’d given Merle and me a ride in her pussy, “Wait, who are you?” “I’m Cindy Lou…” she replied before asking, “You smoke?” “Unh-huh,” Flora Mae began explaining, “Sally Sue, TommTom, and me take turns entering the youngest smoker contest.” “That way there’ll be a winner every day,” Merle added to his younger sister explanation. After a few seconds of silence Cindy Lou commented, “I never won a contest…” There was another pause. Then a thought hit me, “Maybe Flora Mae could teach you how to smoke tonight, so you can enter the contest tomorrow...” Flora Mae opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, the familiar “Fair’s closing in ten minutes” announcement crackled over the loud speaker. Once the announcement had ended, Flora Mae responded, “Sure I can teach you to smoke…but who are you?’ Realizing that Flora Mae wasn’t asking for a name, but a ‘what are you doing here’, I said, “Cindy Lou’s with me.” Seeing a slightly confused look on Flora Mae’s face, I added, “It’s a long story…” with a wink. “Which we don’t have time for now,” Merle added. Turning to Flora Mae, I suggested, “Why don’t you take Cindy Lou to my RV and teach her how to smoke…” Merle began to hand the key to his younger sister, as she said, “I gotta return the trophy to Doc Lungstron…” “Oh, right…” I thought aloud “I’ll return it for ya,” Merle offered. Flora Mae handed the small trophy to her older brother. He quickly headed out into the fair, while his sister turned to Cindy Lou and said, “Smokin’s real easy.” Barely a second later I was standing alone next to the end of the souvenir stand. I headed back into the souvenir stand. For several minutes I stood there watching the remaining fair-goers heading down the midway towards the exits. Then, with the midway empty, I began the process of closing up the souvenir stand for the night. Merle returned just as I was latching the canopy closed over the sales counter. Merle put the cashbox into the little safe under the sales counter before counting and jotting down how many of each item were left. Then the two of us began the process of re-stocking the shelves. All told, it was nearly an hour after Cindy Lou and Flora Mae had departed before I got back to my RV. I could say I was surprised by the fact that Flora Mae was in my RV when I opened the door; but considering that her parents weren’t around, she clearly was having to be ‘mom’ to her younger brother and sisters and almost certainly didn’t want to have to deal with that. What was surprising though, was the fact that she was holding up the pair of cum drenched panties Cindy Lou had left in my RV to dry while saying, “…rides did you take?” “More than twenty,” Cindy Lou said with a giggle as I stared at her; barely able to believe that she’d given rides to at least twenty of my fellow carnies in that one day alone.