Kent strolled through the fairgrounds, admiring the underage eye candy that wandered and played on the carnival midway. He loved places like this in the summer, when young girls in shorts and skirts displayed their smooth, tanned legs. Ahead, he saw a group of five girls darting among people as they raced to their destination. He flicked his cell phone up, capturing images as they ran past.
They were all in shorts worn over snug one-piece bathing suits, their hair still damp - probably from the nearby lake they must have visited before coming to the carnival. The youngest girl was maybe eight - completely flat in the chest - and around the low end of Kent's ages of interest. Another was a little taller but no more developed. But three of the others were starting to bloom. One had little buds poking out and the oldest - he guessed to be around thirteen - had a firm pair of tangerine -sized titties.
He casually turned around as if to get his bearings and snapped a few more pictures from behind. It would have looked better without the shorts, but all of them still had enticing young bottoms that were in dire of need of getting fucked. Even if the girls didn't know it.
Kent sighed and walked on. He loved young titties - or even some "flatties" - and the hairless or barely haired cunnies that went with them. But what really got his blood hot were the asses. He liked them high and tight, warm in his hands and smooth against his prick as he slammed it between them.
The next girl he saw was a perfect example of what he admired. Her butt was small and round, encased in a tight-fitting pair of cut-offs. The shorts rode low and the fringed leg holes were just high enough to show him a bit of rump flesh as it swelled out from the back of her slender thighs.
She was a willowy girl, looking like she had a recent growth spurt in height before the rest of her body could catch up. Beneath her halter top, a pair of mounds the size and shape of half-tennis balls pushed out. Kent took a few more pictures as he followed her.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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