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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 5: Let’s Ride
Lincoln dragged himself over to the door. He didn’t bother looking through the peephole; it was obvious who was on the other side. He opened the door.
“Hello, Cat,” Lincoln said, trying to keep the weariness out of his voice.
“Hey, Mister Spice,” the bottle-blonde girl said salaciously.
She was dressed differently from the other girls who had visited Lincoln’s room. Rather than a nightgown or pajamas, she was wearing a black SMOOCH concert T-shirt that was only slightly oversized, reaching down just to the tops of her thighs. A stretch of slim, salon-tanned leg separated the bottom of the t-shirt from the tops of Kat’s ankle-high black leather boots. Lincoln’s eyes traveled back up the girl’s legs as she turned around to put the Do Not Disturb sign outside the door, bending over unnecessarily and giving Lincoln a full view of her black thong panties and, above them, what appeared to be a henna tramp stamp of the Davey-Harleson Motorcycles winged logo.
“Like what you see?” Cat asked, straightening up very slowly.
For the first time since “the rounds” began, Lincoln was neither too freaked out nor too insanely horny to remember Lola’s instructions.
“You bet,” Lincoln replied. “How about a half and half?”
Lincoln figured that the combination of a blowjob and intercourse would be good for wearing Cat out. He was glad he had taken the time to peruse the glossary of Underage Sex for Total Morons.
“Um, sure,” Cat replied. “Where do you want to do the first half?”
Lincoln took a few steps back from the door, then said, “Right here is fine.”
Cat flashed him a smile and said, “Okay.”
“Oh,” Lincoln added, “but first, lose the shirt.”
This had nothing to do with wearing her out. Herb Spice just really liked little girls’ nipples.
“I was gonna do that anyway,” Cat replied with a smirk.
The girl pulled her concert T-shirt up and off, revealing her bronze-tanned torso and her sweet little brown, slightly conical nipples. Lincoln’s hands went straight to the girl’s chest, and with two fingers of each hand, he rubbed her little nips until they stiffened to erect points.
“Oooooh,” Cat purred, “that’s nice.”
“So are these,” Lincoln replied, gazing appreciatively at the little girl’s hard nipples as he continued to rub them. Then he took his fingers away and said, “But now I’m ready for what comes next.”
I think what cums next will be you, half of Lincoln’s brain thought.
Inner Luan, I swear to God… the other half replied.
Like Lolly Pop had, Cat got down on her knees in front of Lincoln and reached into his boxers to retrieve his cock. It was not rock-hard the way it had been then, but Cat seemed unfazed; in fact, once she pulled Lincoln’s mostly flaccid member out of his paisley boxers, she immediately popped the whole of it into her mouth and began to suck on it gently.
“Oooooh,” Lincoln exhaled.
With Cat alternating between sucking on Lincoln’s cock and massaging it with her tongue, it didn’t take long for Lincoln’s member to stiffen in Cat’s mouth. The girl winked at him, then began slowly moving her head forward and back.
“Oh, yeahhhh,” Lincoln moaned. Cat’s lips were soft, and pursed just tightly enough around his cock to massage the underside of his glans most pleasurably with every bob of Cat’s head.
She kept this up for a few minutes, until Lincoln was breathing hard and his penis was even harder. Then she released him from her mouth and looked up at his face.
“Ready for the second half?” she asked naughtily.
Lincoln, remembering his mission, replied, “Just a little more. I want to make sure that there’s, um, enough lead in my pencil.”
Cat shrugged and said, “Okay.”
She resumed sucking, and Lincoln did his best not to let himself get too excited. Blowing his load in Cat’s mouth now would leave him functionally impotent for the “second half.” But he also needed to make sure that Cat was expending plenty of energy.
“Nice,” he gasped as the girl resumed bobbing her head. “Faster.”
She bobbed her head vigorously, really working his cock. It felt so good to Lincoln that he only lasted half a minute before he quickly put his hands in the air.
“Okay!” he cried, causing Cat to pull her head back and let his cock fall out of her mouth. Quickly, Lincoln added, “I’ve got, uh, plenty of lead now.”
“Cool,” Cat replied, standing up. Then, smiling sexily at Lincoln, she said, “How d’ya wanna do me?”
“Well,” Lincoln replied, “when you were talking about riding during the Q&A today, I was thinking how much I’d like to be that…What was it you said? That big animal between your legs.”
“Sounds fun,” Cat replied.
Lincoln shed his robe and boxer shorts and lay down on the bed, his erection pointing due north. He slapped his thighs.
“Mount up, cowgirl.”
“Yee-hah!” Cat shouted in response, yanking down her black thong panties and kicking them across the room before leaping on top of Lincoln and straddling his hips. His gaze swept down from her blue eyes to her bronze-tanned neck and shoulders to her small, stiff brown nipples and her flat stomach and oval-shaped navel and finally to the bare cleft between her thighs.
“Put it in for me,” Lincoln said, looking up at the naked girl.
Cat took hold of the base of his cock. Then she raised herself up on her knees and moved his cockhead into position against the tight circle of her entrance.
She didn’t take it slow; instead, she dropped right down onto Lincoln’s thighs, shoving his whole length into her at once.
“AH!” Lincoln and Cat cried in unison.
Cat began moving slowly up and down on top of Lincoln, and her pace indeed reminded him of the walking speed and gait of a horse.
“Mmm, yeah, that’s nice,” Lincoln said. “Keep it going just like that.”
For several minutes, Lincoln simply lay there as Cat moved up and down, fucking herself slowly on his cock. Lincoln was enjoying it, but he was still a ways away from orgasm, and that was fine with him. He was going to tire out at least one contestant tonight, for the sake of his favorite niece—or was it his little sister?
He decided not to worry about it. If there was ever a time to just be in the moment, it was when you were balls-deep in a hot-bodied eight-year-old who was starting to breathe just a little harder through her parted lips.
She picked up the pace a little, but Lincoln took hold of her hips and slowed her down again.
“Let’s take our time, baby,” Lincoln said.
Dutifully, Cat kept riding him at that same measured pace. Lincoln alternated among simply holding her hips, squeezing her small, tight ass, and reaching up to toy with her little brown nipples. Soon, beads of sweat began to form on Cat’s forehead, and her breathing grew heavier.
“Mr. Spice,” she said, “can I…please…go faster…?”
Lincoln smiled. “You can go faster, sweetheart. But just a little.”
Cat’s pace accelerated from a walk to a brisk trot. Soon, her heavy breathing turned to panting.
“Atta girl,” Lincoln said. “You really know how to ride.”
She did this for another few minutes. Now, Lincoln’s arousal was beginning to rise to the point where orgasm was at least visible in the distance, and his urge to move in its direction was growing.
“Please…,” the sweating, panting Cat whimpered. “Please…I need…to cum…”
Lincoln couldn’t help himself; to hear this young girl literally beg for release cranked his horniness up to the next level. He had to let her go faster.
“Okay,” Lincoln said, “time to gallop!”
“Fuck yes!” Cat cried. Instantly, she began riding Lincoln fast and hard, her eyes screwed shut.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” the girl panted, even though she barely had the breath to speak.
Cat was using every muscle that she could devote to the task and spending every last erg of her remaining energy to fuck Lincoln as hard as she possibly could. And now, Lincoln no longer lay there passively but instead was holding her hips and thrusting up into her in rhythm with her rapid down-strokes. His desire to keep Cat going for as long as possible had finally given way to his need for release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cat continued panting, the word like a desperate mantra, begging the universe for satisfaction. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
She came, thrashing wildly on top of Lincoln. The spasmic squeezing of her love channel drove Lincoln to and over the edge, and then he was shouting “FUCK!” along with Cat and shooting his load straight up into her like a geyser.
Exhausted, Cat collapsed on top of him, the whole weight of her torso landing on his. Lincoln was grateful that she was a slender eight-year-old.
For over a minute, Cat lay on top of Lincoln as she gasped for breath. Lincoln held her, first stroking her hair, then running his hands down her back to hold her cute little bottom.
Then, with the minimum amount of effort necessary, Cat rolled off of him and faced the ceiling, still panting.
“Can I…use your…shower?” she managed.
“Sure,” Lincoln replied.
The girl dragged herself to her feet, slowly gathered up her scattered articles of clothing, and went into the bathroom. Lincoln heard the shower come on. He decided he would get in there himself as soon as Cat left; he’d made do with a wet washcloth up to now, but now his front was coated with second-hand perspiration from Cat.
Several minutes later, Cat emerged from the bathroom, clean but clearly still tired.
“I guess,” the girl said wearily, “I'd better...get rolling.”
“Well, thanks for coming by, Cat,” Lincoln said brightly, giving the girl a thumbs-up. “You were terrific. Hope we can do it again sometime.”
“Thanks, Mr. Spice,” the girl replied. “G’night.”
She slouched out the door. Lincoln took down the Do Not Disturb sign and hit the shower.
***
By this time, Lola and Lana had, between them, banged all of the pageant judges save Lincoln, who was not allowed to cast a vote regarding Suzi Spice’s “overall charm.” When Lola emerged from the room of the utterly satisfied Stan Carroll, she went over to Lynn, who was still standing guard in her black suit and tie. Lynn leaned down and whispered to her.
“Falcon Two is in the nest.”
Lola nodded and replied, “Then it’s time to fly.”
They went into the stairwell and walked a few flights up to the door that led to the roof. The door was locked, so Lola knocked—twice fast, then once more.
Seconds later, Lana opened the door. Lola was surprised to see her twin back in her everyday blue overalls.
“Did you go back to the room and change?” Lola asked.
“Nah,” Lana replied. “I just brought a change of clothes up here along with our other stuff. Nothing like stripping naked on a breezy rooftop!”
Lola shook her head. “Our college years are going to be very awkward.”
“So let’s get this after-party started,” Lynn said.
They sat down on the reclining beach chairs that Lana had brought up to the roof, and each of them fished a cold soda out of a small cooler and cracked it open.
“How do you think Lincoln’s doing?” Lana asked, kicking back on her beach chair.
“With all the fun he’s having tonight,” Lola replied, raising her soda can, “he must be feeling like a million bucks!”
***
Lincoln felt like a sack of loose change as he flopped down on the bed. Despite having been relatively passive during his encounter with Cat, he had nonetheless exerted himself more tonight than on any three nights he could remember. And there was still one contestant who hadn’t yet dropped in, so Lincoln tried to relax and recoup as much energy as he could.
He got seven whole minutes of rest before he heard the knock on the door. He got up slowly, groaning as though he were Herb Spice’s age.
But when he opened the door, he couldn’t help but smile. There was Minnie Barr, dressed in a frilly pink nightie and holding the hand of a teddy bear—a normal-sized one, this time—that lay partly on the floor by her feet. The freckled redhead’s cheeks were childishly chubby and pink as she smiled shyly up at him. Despite his weariness, Lincoln felt warmth fill his body as he looked at her.
“Hi, Mr. Spice,” she said demurely.
“Hello, Minnie,” Lincoln replied. “You look very nice tonight.”
“Thank you,” she said, quietly, like she wanted only Lincoln to hear.
Lincoln hung out the Do Not Disturb sign once again and shut the door. Minnie was already toddling over to the bed, towing her teddy bear behind her. As Lincoln approached her, she turned around, let go of the bear, and raised her arms up the way Lola had when she had demanded “upsies” from Lincoln earlier that evening. That felt like days ago.
Lincoln took the hint and picked Minnie up, making her grin at him. Then, as he had with Kimmy Cuddle, he sat down on the edge of the bed and put Minnie on his lap, seating her sideways to him. She looked up at him with big, innocent eyes.
“Mr. Spice,” she said in a plaintive tone, “is it okay if I call you Daddy?”
Lincoln Loud would have been perplexed by the question. But Herb Spice knew that it wasn’t a question at all, but an offer. She was giving him license to take charge, to do whatever he wanted with her. But at the same time, she was asking him to be kind and gentle with her.
“Sure it is, sweetheart,” Lincoln said gently. “I’d love to be your daddy tonight.”
He bent down and kissed her softly on the lips. Her small arms grasped him, too short to go all the way around even his slim torso. As they kissed, she wriggled just slightly in his lap, and although Lincoln didn’t feel his erection return, there was no denying the sexual tingles that he felt down there.
He pulled his lips from hers, slowly and gently, as his hands went around her middle.
“You’re my sweet little girl,” he whispered.
“Yes I am, Daddy,” she replied.
Lincoln found himself experiencing what many would describe as conflicting emotions, but in a crazy way, they made sense. Lincoln Loud saw “cute” and “sexy” as separate, non-overlapping characteristics, so he would never think “Awwww, she’s adorable” and “Ooooh, she’s hot” about the same girl at the same time. But to Herb Spice, cuteness and sexiness were almost indistinguishable. It was like his sexual urges and his paternal instincts were enmeshed, so his desire to cuddle with this adorable little girl and his desire to touch her in the most intimate and sexual ways were of a piece.
“Let’s get this nightie off you,” Lincoln said, putting a tickling finger under Minnie’s chin, “so I can see your cute little body.”
Minnie giggled and raised her arms over her head. Lincoln pulled her pink nightgown up and off.
Underneath, the little girl was wearing only a pair of frilly white panties with a red bow on the front. Minnie’s tummy was just a bit chubby, which Lincoln found adorable, and her nipples were tiny and pink against her pale skin. They stiffened a bit when exposed to the current of conditioned air in the room.
“You’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen,” Lincoln said, practically drooling.
“Thank you, Daddy,” the girl replied, giving Lincoln another big hug around his middle.
Lincoln returned the hug, gently squeezing Minnie in his arms and inhaling her sweet little-girl scent. Then, when she let go of him, he picked her up and turned her on his lap so that she faced away from him.
“Daddy wants to touch you now,” he said.
“‘kay,” the girl replied, snuggling backward into him and again wriggling her little bottom against his crotch. Now, despite all of his sexual activity so far that night, Lincoln felt his cock begin to stir once more.
Lincoln’s hands went onto Minnie’s chubby tummy, then traveled slowly up her smooth, pale skin to her bare chest. Slowly and gently, he rubbed the girl’s tiny nipples with his fingertips. Minnie giggled.
“That tickles, Daddy.”
Lincoln realized his mistake: He hadn’t warmed up Minnie properly. So he turned the girl sideways on his lap and kissed her softly on the lips.
“Mmm,” the girl hummed. “That was nice, Daddy.”
“Then let’s do it some more,” Lincoln replied.
He kissed her again, and again, his hands moving all over the little girl’s body as he did so. And when his fingertips returned to her tiny pink nipples, he was rewarded with little moans of pleasure instead of giggles.
Soon, Minnie was returning Lincoln’s kisses ardently. He moved one hand down from the girl’s chest and between her chubby thighs, where he could feel heat radiating from beneath the white cotton fabric.
He broke off the kiss and asked, “Want to help Daddy take his clothes off?”
“Uh-huh!” the girl replied.
The girl undid the sash of Lincoln’s robe, and Lincoln let it fall from his shoulders. Then Lincoln placed Minnie on the bed and stood up, and Minnie pulled his paisley boxers down to his knees, making his erection spring free.
“Is that for me?” the girl asked excitedly.
“All for you, sweetheart,” Lincoln replied. “Now, let’s get your undies off.”
Minnie stood up on the bed and let Lincoln pull her white panties down to her ankles. Her bald, pink pussy was chubby like her thighs and visibly wet.
Lincoln sat back down on the edge of the bed and said, “Want to sit in Daddy’s lap, sweetie?”
Minnie nodded vigorously. Then she came over to Lincoln, planted her feet on either side of his thighs, and carefully lowered herself down. Lincoln put one hand on Minnie’s back to make sure she didn’t fall off the bed, and he used his other hand to aim his erect cock straight up at Minnie’s descending sex.
The first touch of her puffy little lips against the crown of his cock was like a kiss. And as she slowly impaled herself on him, it felt like the warmest, tightest, most pleasing hug he’d ever experienced.
She settled on his lap, his shaft all the way inside her small body. Her cheeks were rosy with arousal.
“I’m all full of you, Daddy,” she said sweetly.
“Yes you are, baby girl,” Lincoln said. “Wanna go for a horsie ride?”
“Uh-huh,” Minnie replied with a sly smile.
Lincoln slid his hands under the little girl’s small, soft tushy. Then he began to move her slowly up and down. Minnie put her arms around his neck and helped him move her.
“That’s really nice, Daddy,” she said.
“Uh-huh,” Lincoln agreed. “Daddy loves to fuck his little girl.”
Lincoln continued humping Minnie in his lap. Everything about her was sweet: the softness of her bare skin against his, the little coos of pleasure she made, the smell of her hair, and of course the intimate snugness of her love-channel around his cock. This was the kind of girl that Herb Spice dreamed of.
In his ear, she said in her high, childish voice, “Make the horsie go faster, Daddy.”
Lincoln was glad to oblige. Soon, Minnie was bouncing happily on his lap. And soon after that, she closed her eyes and began speaking in a staccato rhythm that matched the pace of her bouncing.
“Yes- Daddy- yes- please- don’t- stop…”
Lincoln was squeezing Minnie’s little ass hard now as he bounced the girl faster and faster on his lap. And the girl continued to whimper with pleasure.
“Oh- yes- please- Daddy- push it- in- deep- yes- please…”
Hearing this little girl getting fucked and begging for more was everything Herb Spice dreamed of. Now in his highest sexual gear, Lincoln pumped Minnie as hard and as fast as he could.
“Yes- yes- yes-” the girl panted. “Yes- yes- yes- yes- YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!”
To hear this child scream with orgasmic ecstasy in her high, little-girl voice was more than Lincoln could resist. He cried out “AAAAAAAAAGH!” and shot his load up into Minnie’s small body.
When they were finished, Lincoln fell onto his back, holding onto Minnie and thus pulling her down on top of him. They rested that way for a while as they got their breath back. Then Minnie spoke.
“That was real nice, Daddy.”
“Yes it was, sweetheart,” Lincoln said.
He glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was getting late. By now, Lola and Lana had probably finished making the rounds, and if their experiences had been anything like Lincoln's, they would no doubt be anxious to return to the room for some shut-eye. And if they were finished for the night, then Lynn would be, too. What was more, the mall was probably closing now, which meant that Leni would be back soon, too. And Lincoln didn't relish the idea of any of them walking in to find their brother in bed with this very young girl.
“Now,” he said, “I think it’s your bedtime, don’t you?”
The girl chuckled. “Uh-huh.”
She rolled off of Lincoln and toddled into the bathroom, dragging her teddy bear behind her. Lincoln saw a zipper on the bear’s back and deduced that Minnie probably kept toiletries inside it, much as Lola kept her cash stash in one of her own stuffed animals.
Soon, the girl emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed and back to her adorable old self again. But instead of heading right for the door, she came back over to Lincoln, who was now sitting up on the bed.
“G’night, Daddy,” she said sweetly.
Lincoln leaned down and kissed the girl on the cheek, then said, “Good night, Pumpkin.”
Minnie smiled at him, then toddled out the door.
***
Minutes later, Lincoln was back in bed, having showered again, brushed his teeth, and put on his orange pajamas. He kept to one side of the bed to leave room for Lola and Lana, with whom he would be sharing while Leni and Lynn shared the other bed.
Lincoln was just about to put in his foam earplugs—as he knew from experience, Lynn’s snoring was like no sound you could find outside of a construction site—when he heard the door open. He didn’t even have to look to see who it was; the crinkling of many shopping bags being squeezed through the doorway all at once gave it away.
“Hi, Lincoln!” Leni said. “I found so much great stuff at the mall. How was your night?”
Lincoln raised his head and looked at her blearily. He’d felt okay before he got into bed, but now it was as though the cumulative exhaustion from everything he’d done that night was hitting him all at once. As a result, his filter wasn’t what it could have been.
“It was…awesome…” Lincoln managed. “And…disturbing.”
“That’s too bad,” Leni said sincerely. “Maybe you should’ve used that ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign.”
Lincoln dropped his face into the pillow. And then he was fast asleep.
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