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The Miss Cutie Patootie Pageant	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 35716 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 3: Making the Rounds
An hour later, Lincoln was in the hotel room, lying on one of the two queen beds and grimacing slightly as he read a book that Lola had given him. Lola herself was in the bathroom with Lana, and Leni and Lynn had just walked in the door with dinner, purchased from the Burpin’ Burger across the street. And dessert had arrived, as well, in the form of a small jar of cookies sent by Brad Bradford as a treat for each contestant and her sponsor.
“Ease up, Lola!” Lincoln heard Lana protest from behind the bathroom door. “Are you trying to scrub my face off?”
“I told you to put some grease on your face,” Lola retorted. “I didn’t tell you to wear it as a beauty mask!”
“Hey, guys, dinner time!” Leni announced, shaking one of the Burpin’ Burger sacks like it was a bag of dog treats.
“Good work today, Lols!” Lynn said as the twins emerged from the bathroom and each grabbed a burger. “You totally owned that jungle gym.”
“Thank you, thank you,” Lola replied, unwrapping her burger. “But we can’t rest on our laurels just yet. There’s work to be done.”
“Can’t we do it in the morning?” Lincoln protested. “The pageant doesn’t start up again until noon.”
“Oh, dear, sweet, innocent Lincoln,” Lola replied, reaching up and patting her older brother on the head. “The pageant hasn’t stopped. In fact, tonight may be the most important ‘event’ of all.”
“Okay, that’s it,” said Lynn, putting down her burger. “You’ve been beating around the bush since day one about why we have to stay the night at the hotel. What the heck is supposed to happen tonight, Lola?”
“According to everything I’ve read on the Dim Web,” Lola began, “during the night between the two halves of the pageant, it’s traditional for each contestant to ‘make the rounds,’ which means visiting the judges in their rooms to curry favor with them.”
“Oh, sorry, I can’t help with that,” Leni said apologetically. “Spicy food upsets my tummy.”
Lola opened her mouth, presumably to correct Leni, then seemed to think better of it. “Oh, don’t worry about it. I was thinking you could spend the evening checking out the mall across the street. You know, they’ve got a Leanne’s Fabrics and an Eternally Twenty-Two.”
“Oooooh!” Leni squealed. She snatched up her burger and soda and shouted, “See you later!” as she zipped out the door.
Lola took a breath and continued, “As for the rest of us, we each have a job to do tonight. Suzi Spice is going to visit each judge and show him the time of his life…not including Uncle Herb, of course.”
“Oh, thank God,” Lincoln breathed. “But are you talking about-”
“Yes, Lincoln,” Lola interrupted.
“Is that why you’ve had me reading this creepy book for the last hour?” Lincoln asked, holding up the copy of Underage Sex for Total Morons that Lola had given him.
“Exactly,” Lola replied.
“But…” Lincoln said as he struggled to come up with a reason why this was all a terrible idea, “isn’t that cheating?”
“Cheating?” Lola said derisively. “Lincoln, haven’t you noticed the ‘Overall Charm’ part of your scoring sheet? What did you think that was?”
“Um, I thought it was for overall charm.”
“No, Linky. It’s code for how well each girl satisfied you in the boudoir.”
“Oh, jeez.”
“Now,” Lola went on, “I’m going to need my beauty sleep tonight, so instead of servicing all six of the other judges myself, I’m splitting the role of Suzi Spice between me and Lana.”
“Am I gonna hafta wear the sparkly towel again?” Lana asked.
“No, no,” Lola replied. “Leni made us a special outfit for tonight. In any case, you won’t be wearing it for long. Now, speaking of outfits, it’s time we all got into costume.”
***
“I’m ready!” Lincoln called through the bathroom door. “Is everybody decent?”
“Decent as we’re gonna be!” Lana replied.
Lincoln emerged into the room, wearing the outfit that Leni had apparently made for him: a Hugh-Hefneresque robe and slippers.
“I don’t know what this outfit is,” Lincoln began, “but I look ridic- oh, boy.”
He paused as he saw what the others were wearing. Lynn had on a black suit and tie and looked like she should be standing by the door of the President’s limo. But more arresting were Lola and Lana’s matching pink, lacy baby doll nighties, which were sheer enough to be see-through in places. Once again, Lincoln had to resist the urge to slap his hand over his eyes.
“Very nice,” Lola said, looking around at everyone. “Now, Lynn, you’ll be acting as Suzi’s bodyguard. All of the judges’ rooms are on this floor, so you’ll station yourself in the hallway. And if Lana or I yell the word ‘parsnip,’ you run into the room and kick butt.”
“Sweet,” Lynn replied.
She opened the room door, and Lincoln could see a few beefy-looking guys standing out in the hall. Lynn went out there and stood by the doorway. One of the men, a shaven-headed fellow who looked like a Mack truck in a suit, spoke to her.
“You lost, sweetie?” the man asked, putting a hand on Lynn’s shoulder. “Contestants go in the rooms.”
In a fraction of a second, Lynn grabbed the man’s hand off her shoulder and bent it back against his wrist so hard that the man was forced to his knees, at eye level with Lynn.
“Not a contestant,” she growled.
“My mistake,” the man gasped.
Lola shut the room door, then continued, “Lana, you and I will each visit three of the judges.”
She handed Lana a slip of paper. “I’ve written down each judge’s name and room number, and what time you should go visit them; we don’t want to be seen in the hallway at the same time, after all. And I’ve assigned you the three judges who are most likely to want anal.”
“You mean…putting their thing in my butt?” Lana asked slowly.
“Exactly,” Lola replied.
“Awesome!” Lana shouted, making Lincoln wince for multiple reasons. “I can’t believe you’re paying me for this!”
“Now, Lincoln,” Lola said, turning to him as she went over to the counter where the cookie jar sat, “you’ll have the most difficult job. But it’ll also be the most fun.”
“Okaaay,” Lincoln said cautiously.
“Each of my six competitors is going to come to this room tonight to try to be the one to make you feel the best. I need you to work them hard.”
Lincoln blinked. “What does that mean?”
“When the second half starts tomorrow, if all of my competition is exhausted and walking funny while I’m bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, that’ll give me a leg up. So you’ve got to wear those girls out. Now, I realize that you may not be as…developed…as the grown-up judges, but-”
“Um, actually,” Lincoln said, “that’s…not gonna be a problem.”
“Oh, really?” Lola replied, raising an eyebrow.
“Let’s just say that the effects of puberty don’t seem to happen in any particular order.”
“Excellent,” Lola said, rubbing her hands together as she walked over to the cookie jar. She reached for it, but the counter was too high.
“But how am I supposed to ‘wear them out’?” Lincoln asked.
Lola jumped up and grabbed at the cookie jar but couldn’t quite snag it. “I’ll give you some tips,” she grunted.
Lincoln got up from the bed and went over to her. “Look, Lola, I-”
“Oh, and when Lolly Pop comes along,” Lola added, turning to him, “here’s what I want you to do.”
She stood on tiptoe and whispered in Lincoln’s ear. The boy’s eyes widened.
“Are you crazy?” Lincoln exclaimed. “What if I accidentally-?”
“She’ll be fine,” Lola interrupted. “Believe me, a girl like her can handle it.”
“Lola, I’m really not comfortable doing this. And I’m even less comfortable with you and Lana going around to a bunch of guys’ rooms and doing…stuff.”
“I am not a child, Lincoln!” Lola snapped as she made another unsuccessful grab at the cookie jar. “Do not treat me like one!”
Then, petulantly, she held up her arms and said, “Now give me upsies so I can get a cookie.”
***
Minutes later, Lincoln was alone in the room, pacing and fingering the lapels of his royal-blue robe. Then he heard a knock at the door.
Here we go, he thought nervously.
He opened the door, and there stood Sadie Godiva. The little blonde girl’s hair was brushed such that the hallway lights behind her made it shine like a halo, but what really caught Lincoln’s eye was her clothes, because it looked like she was wearing more material than he had seen on her body in all of her pageant outfits combined. She had on a black jacket with what looked like a Catholic school logo on it, a white blouse, a blue-and-gold plaid skirt, white socks, and black patent-leather shoes. Seeing the girl fully clothed, Lincoln felt a twinge of hope that maybe this “making the rounds” thing wasn’t what Lola said it was.
“Hi, Mister Spice,” the girl said sweetly. “May I come in?”
“Uh, sure,” Lincoln said in his most grown-up tone.
Sadie stepped inside, hung the Do Not Disturb sign on the doorknob, and closed the door behind her.
“So, uh,” Lincoln began, “can I offer you a…”
He didn’t finish his sentence because Sadie began taking off her jacket in the sexiest way he could possibly imagine. Her hands rose slowly to the lapels, and as she pulled them apart, it seemed as though her fingertips casually teased her nipples through the fabric of her blouse on their way past. She then shrugged the jacket off her shoulders, catching it on her wrists behind her back and then slowly rubbing it left and right across her ass before she let the garment drop to the floor.
Then, before Lincoln could utter even a single garbled syllable of confusion or protest, Sadie pulled open her white blouse. In the back of his mind, Lincoln realized that the blouse’s buttons were just for show; the lapels were actually held together by a strip of Velcro.
Sadie wasn’t wearing anything under the blouse, so Lincoln could now see a wide strip of bare white skin from the girl’s neck to her navel. The girl saw Lincoln looking and smiled. Then she turned sideways to him, bending forward a bit to show him her tight bottom in profile, and slid her skirt down and off, revealing a pair of pale-blue undies that were so tiny and covered so little of Sadie’s behind that they made even her string bikini from the dance competition seem modest by comparison.
“Buh…buh…buh…” Lincoln stuttered.
“You like my panties, huh?” Sadie asked teasingly. “Well, I’ll tell you a secret.” She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “They look even better on the floor.”
Lincoln was now too dumbstruck even to stammer. He just gazed dumbly at Sadie as she turned sideways to him again and grinned as she slowly slid her tiny panties down to her ankles.
Then, jaybird-naked, she turned to face Lincoln again, and her grin widened as she looked down at his crotch. Lincoln followed her gaze downward and was aghast to see not only that he had an erection but that it was readily apparent where it tented the fabric of his robe.
“I guess you like my body,” Sadie said with a sexy smile. Then she licked her lips and added, “I bet I’ll like yours, too.”
Lincoln could do nothing but watch as Sadie untied the sash of his robe, revealing the paisley boxer shorts underneath. Now freed from the constraints of the sash and robe, Lincoln’s member sprang free through the boxers’ generous fly.
“Ooooh, I do like it,” Sadie said eagerly.
She immediately took Lincoln’s penis in her hand. Being a foot shorter than Lincoln, Sadie only had to bend slightly before she rubbed the head of his cock in a lazy circle around one of her small, pale-pink nipples. Lincoln gasped.
She took a step backward but maintained her hold on Lincoln’s cock, rubbing it slowly.
“I wanna make sure you can see all of me,” she explained naughtily. “I like the way you look at my body.”
“It’s- it’s really nice,” Lincoln blurted.
She smiled at him and rubbed his cock faster. All Lincoln could do was pant harder and harder as he looked at Sadie’s hot, naked, prepubescent body and felt her soft hand rub him with increasing speed. She looked back at him, her lips parted and her blue eyes fixed on his face even as her hand pumped his cock faster and faster.
“Shoot it on me, Mister Spice,” she said breathily. “I wanna feel your warm cum on my chest…I wanna rub it into my nipples and-”
“AAAAAH!” Lincoln shouted as he shot a rope of cum onto Sadie’s bare chest, and then another, and another, and another.
“Wow, Mr. Spice!” Sadie said as Lincoln panted for breath. “You must really like looking at me.”
She let go of his softening cock. Then, with her two index fingers, she rubbed a little of his cum into each of her nipples, smiling wickedly as she did so.
“W- wow…” Lincoln stammered.
“I’m gonna go wash up,” Sadie said. She snatched her clothes up off the floor and disappeared into the bathroom.
Lincoln’s mind was spinning. Sadie Godiva couldn’t have been more than a year older than Lola, which made her seven at the oldest—way too young for Lincoln, let alone the adult he was pretending to be. And yet this child’s naked body, and the way she had revealed it to him, had made him come harder than anything he had seen, heard, or done in the three months or so since he had become able to ejaculate.
Lincoln was pondering what this experience said about him when Sadie Godiva emerged fully dressed from the bathroom.
“That was fun,” she said, approaching him. “Now, lemme give you something to remember me by.”
She rose up on tiptoe and kissed Lincoln on the lips. Lincoln was so surprised that he only barely felt her hand slip something into the pocket of his robe before she completed the kiss and headed for the door.
“G’night, Mr. Spice!” she said teasingly, opening the door and putting the Do Not Disturb sign back on the inside knob.
“Um, g’night!” Lincoln managed as the door closed.
He immediately reached into his pocket and pulled out what Sadie had put there: a studio-quality nude photo of herself, lying on her side on a towel at a sunny beach. She had autographed the photo in silver pen. “You can look and touch. XOXO, Sadie Godiva.”
Lincoln hoped that Lola wasn’t handing out nude pictures of herself. But he figured she was probably too smart for that, and she also wasn’t nearly the exhibitionist that Sadie Godiva was.
Thinking of Lola made Lincoln remember the instructions she had given him. He sighed.
“So much for wearing her out,” he said to no one. Then he went to clean himself up.
***
Less than five minutes later, there came another knock at the door. Lincoln looked through the peephole and saw Lolly Pop, wearing a silky black robe. Lincoln’s stomach clenched; he had been hoping to have a little more chance to get used to all this before he had to deal with her—and decide whether he should actually do what Lola had told him to do with her. But here she was, and not answering the door wasn’t an option.
“Hi, Lolly,” Lincoln said as he opened the door.
“Hi, Mr. Spice,” she replied, smiling saucily at him as she put out the Do Not Disturb sign and closed the door. He noticed that for once, she didn’t have her trademark confection with her.
“So, um,” Lincoln said, trying to make conversation, “no lollipop tonight?”
“Nope,” Lolly replied, moving well into Lincoln’s personal space. “Right now, there’s something else I want to put in my mouth.”
Lincoln’s cock sprang to attention even before Lolly’s hand traveled down and then into his robe to find it.
“Oooh,” she said, wrapping her fingers around his girth. “Now there’s some hard candy.”
After his encounter with Sadie Godiva, Lincoln had promised himself that he wouldn’t be so passive with the next girl. So as Lolly fondled him, his fingers went down to the knotted sash of her robe and undid it.
“Speaking of candy, I’d like to unwrap some,” Lincoln bantered awkwardly as he pulled the girl’s robe open.
The sight of Lolly’s naked body, Lincoln had to admit, turned him on just as much as Sadie’s had. Lolly was slim and fit, with just a little abdominal muscle showing; her skin was a golden tan; and her conical nipples made him think of little chocolate candies that he wouldn’t at all mind trying a taste of. But there was one part of her that he hadn’t seen yet and-
Before he could stop himself, Lincoln found his hands traveling around behind Lolly and grasping her little ass. It was firm, and tight, and round, and it felt every bit as nice as it had looked when he had seen Lolly on stage in her tight little miniskirt.
Lolly let go of Lincoln’s cock and turned around, letting him look at her ass as he continued to fondle it.
This is so amazing, he thought. Or it would be if she weren’t, what, eight? Ohmigosh, I’m a total freak.
“That feels nice,” Lolly said. “How about I make you feel nice now?”
Lolly turned back around and gently pushed him back so that he sat down on the edge of the bed. Then she fully opened Lincoln’s robe, dropped to her knees in front of him, and fished his erection out of his paisley boxers.
“Mmmm,” she said, “this looks yummy.”
She took hold of his cock at the base and then slowly ran her tongue around the head, the very tip of her tongue tracing the edge of his glans. Lincoln moaned, and Lolly looked up at him.
“I’ve been looking forward to this, Mr. Spice,” she said. “With a name like that, I knew you’d be tasty.”
Maintaining eye contact with Lincoln, Lolly took the head of his cock into her mouth. She bobbed a bit, taking in a few more millimeters of his length into her mouth with every stroke.
“Oh, God,” Lincoln gasped.
Lolly took his cock out of her mouth and used her hand to stroke it at the same pace with which she had been bobbing her head.
“Aw, you poor thing,” she said. “Doesn’t Suzi ever do this for you? You need a girl who can really satisfy you.”
Lolly began alternately sucking Lincoln’s cock and licking it like an all-day sucker, making Lincoln moan with pleasure. This was a whole level of amazing beyond what Sadie Godiva had done.
But Lincoln still remembered what Lola had told him to do when this situation arose, even though he wasn’t sure he could do it. Regardless of her expertise at giving head, Lolly surely wouldn’t like it. Which Lincoln supposed was the point.
Lolly took her mouth off Lincoln’s cock and stroked him with her hand as before as she asked, “You like that, don’t you, Uncle Herb? I can make you feel a million times better than Suzi can. You’re gonna forget all about that sad little amateur.”
As the girl put Lincoln’s cock back in her mouth, the boy felt anger rising inside him. Not only had Lolly insulted his niece Suzi—or rather, his little sister Lola—but her calling him “Uncle Herb” felt presumptuous. Only one girl, or two counting Lana, got to call him that.
He knew that the reasons for his anger made no sense, but that didn’t make the feeling any less real. And now, all of his reservations about doing what Lola had asked him to do were gone.
He stood up, grabbed Lolly’s head in both hands, and shoved his cock all the way into her mouth.
“Gggg!” the girl cried, but she didn’t try to pull away or otherwise resist as Lincoln began to fuck her mouth roughly, shoving the full length of his cock into her mouth again and again.
“Oh, yeahhh,” Lincoln gasped.
Lincoln couldn’t believe how darkly pleasurable it felt to fuck this young girl’s mouth so hard and fast. Nor did he have any idea where the words he was now speaking were coming from.
“Swallow my dick,” he hissed at the kneeling girl. “Swallow it all!”
Fucking Lolly’s face even harder, Lincoln continued to blather, “God, yes, I’m gonna shoot my load down your throat! Now take it, take it, TAKE IT!”
Lincoln came like crazy, as hard as he had with Sadie, but with the added pleasure of forcing this bratty little bitch to swallow every drop of seed that pulsed from his cock. She alternately gagged and swallowed as she fought to keep from choking on his load.
When his orgasm ended, he pulled his cock out of Lolly’s mouth.
“Wow, that was great,” Lincoln panted.
He looked down at Lolly, who was alternately coughing and gasping for breath. Suddenly feeling guilty, he offered her a hand up, but she ignored it and got to her feet on her own. Then, without a word, she tied her robe closed and left.
***
Lola had just emerged from Octavio Guerra’s room, where she had given the man a long, slow, and ultimately climactic blowjob she didn’t think he would soon forget. Now she was about to visit Buck Wylde. It was rumored that he was a fan of doggy style, and Lola, who considered herself to have the finest tushy in the first grade, figured that she would be able to show Mr. Wylde a fine time.
Lola was passing by her own room when the door opened and Lolly Pop came out. The girl’s hair was disheveled, and Lolly looked like she was struggling to merely close the door behind her instead of slamming it shut.
Hmm, Lincoln’s been doing his job, Lola thought.
“Oh, hi, Lolly,” Lola murmured tauntingly. “Having a nice evening?”
“Your uncle’s an asshole,” Lolly muttered.
“Oooh,” Lola taunted, “sounds like someone choked under pressure.”
Lola felt a thrill of satisfaction at throwing Lolly’s own words from the Question and Answer competition back in her face. But the thrill vanished quickly when Lolly spoke.
“Gee,” the girl spat, “I hope my uncle doesn’t go too hard on you.”
Before Lola could reply, Lolly went off down the hall.
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