Perverts 'R' Us

The Dance Recital

By Graye ( M/g, Oral, Cons, Pedo )

This piece is complete fiction. Neither of these characters exists in real life, nor was it based on a true story. I do not condone the actions the characters take in this story. If you wish to send comments and/or critiques, please write to soldierofwishes@yahoo.com. I only ask that the subject line not be able to hint to anyone else that it was a sex story. I have noticed a lot of people like to read my email over my shoulder and I don't want anyone to know about it. So, please make your subject line "Your Story" or the title of it with no more. Then I know not to read it while others are around. Thanks!

Truth be told, I don't like these jobs. They pay well for someone like me and there are beautiful girls (and even a cute boy or two) running around in skin-tight clothes that accent their bodies nicely, they are boring otherwise. I actually have a pretty low libido, so it doesn't turn me on to sit here in the lighting booth of the auditorium and watch this run around on stage. Besides, on a more classical level, the dances are terrible. Who is actually praised for choreographing this crap?

My name is Jace and my job today is to make sure nothing breaks. I'm an employee of the school system for technological necessities. It mostly has to do with stage tech for various shows. I'm a light and sound guy. I live next to a sound board and my light board isn't far behind. I'm that shadowy figure you always look for when the show gets boring. Just like tonight. The one that shines the spotlight over tiny dancers with no balance. The one who solves a director's every problem for ten dollars an hour.

As a closet pervert of the "worst" kind, I am called to run the dance studio performances. Ironic, huh? Well, this one is easy, because I have next to no responsibilities. They are running the sound out of two cheesy speakers and there are no real fancy light requirements. So, it all boils down to the school paying me watching, solving any problems they have, and making sure nothing breaks. I don't mind sitting around in a booth, doing whatever I want for ten dollars an hour. Would you, if you couldn't find a job elsewhere?

As four girls of about fourteen danced to some terrible Mariah Carrey version of "Open Arms", someone knocked on the booth door. Probably another parent looking to plug in their video recorder, since none of them thinks to charge it before they arrive. I swear, the parents are so much worse behavior-wise than the kids. It really is pathetic. So, I drudged myself away from my comfortable chair and checked to see who it was. What I found was one of the dance teachers with one from the younger classes. A little girl, still in her dance attire, stood at her side with a sad face on. Ever see a clown frown? That's what a dancer looks like with that make up on and depressed.

"Can I help you?" I asked the teacher, with a confused look on her face.

"Yeah. There are no chairs left. Can Christina sit up there with you?" The little girl looked so hopeful in her sparkly little ensemble. Shimmering blue sequins lined the edge of her ballet frills and her tiny, flat chest. Her pale skin flawlessly ran out of the tight little thing and her hair pulled back right into a bun. The main material used in these things is similar to that used in swimsuits, both in their ability to stretch and their shape. This one was no different, matching a one-piece child's swimsuit. One thing I did like to fantasize about were kids in tight little swimsuits…

"Well, I don't have an extra chair up here and the window is kind of high…" Think quick. I had to solve this issue, just like any other. Before I considered the possible problems with the resolution, I blurted it out. "She can sit on my lap if she can behave herself, though."

Well, wasn't that dumb? I do have a low libido, but that wouldn't stop me from getting hard with a little six-year-old on my dick in a skimpy little dance costume! It was asking for trouble, but I couldn't just tell her it was a bad idea now, because she would ask questions and those were what I avoided with a passion. I have never had a kid before in a sexual situation, so it was a scary thing for me to say the least.

"That's very kind of you," the teacher said in her breathy voice. "Christina, can you behave in there? You can't touch anything and you have to listen to what Jace says. Can you do that for me?"

Christina nodded enthusiastically. The teachers instructed their students that they were not allowed to come up into the booth, so it something special to get permission to come in. The little beauty bounced up the stairs and wrapped her little arms tightly around my waist. Immediately, I swung my arms out frantically. The teacher was looking at me strangely, so I let my arms down and put them around her back. I looked up to the teacher and nodded my head and she closed the door behind her.

"Alright, sweetie, we gotta be quiet now," I whispered to her as I pulled her up into my lap and swung the chair around to face the windows. They were all closed, so the music wasn't very loud.

Being in a lighting booth is pretty nice if you have a good show going on. I consider it to be the best seat in the house. You are above the heads of the seats on the floor and nothing is outside of your view on stage. So, this girl lucked out, though I wasn't sure I had.

The seat was a little high, so I had to hold the girl in my arms to make sure she didn't fall. One arm was wrapped around her waist and the other went across her legs, which were clad in white stockings. I couldn't help myself with her. That sweet little fanny was right on top of my quickly rising penis and I was getting hornier by the second. Even with the window, it was hard to see what was going on because the lights were out. I commonly used a flashlight when I needed to see anything. The point was to remain hidden, because you don't want to see the techies at the performance. They wear black for a reason. Camouflage.

So, my hand on her knee began to make small, rubbing motions, feeling her soft stocking up and down. There wasn't much distance between her knee and her crotch, so I made imperceptible progress. Christina had warmed into my body, squirming into me as you might a bean bag chair. With her legs draped over mine and her concentration elsewhere, it seemed as if I was free to roam where I wished. The arm around her waist loosened and I began to run it over the front of her costume a little, just over her tummy. There were sequins in the way sometimes, so it became a little rough.

For her part, Christina didn't say a word or react at all. She simply lounged there on top of me, a dazed look on her face as she looked forward towards the well-lit stage. Both of my arms were making it upwards slowly. My right hand was running across her legs and more inwards with each stroke. My other hand was working towards her milky chest. "Do you like the show?" I asked her softly, leaning into her ear. Christina nodded and kept watching.

Finally, one hand met the top lining of her outfit and I had a palm lying over a costume-covered nipple. My other hand savored her inner thigh, almost to her perfect little pussy. And still, nothing from her but a sigh every so often. I took that as consent. I moved from the top of her outfit to skin, right above her chest, and began to rub my thumb gently around, not moving far away from the end of her strapless dance outfit.

First a little edging, then my thumb slipping underneath the little top. Still nothing. She wasn't stopping me, so I ran my hand underneath and began to fondle her chest directly. Her sweet little flatness felt like silk underneath my hands. I was trembling, thinking someone would knock on the door, but I couldn't stop myself now. Christina seemed willing and my hands were addicted to her like a drug. Cute little dance songs played in my peripherals, but they were far-gone by now.

My other hand breached her leg and rubbed her crotch with my thumb. I edged over to where her slit was and I started to make a line in her outfit there by stroking it. Christina stopped watching and laid her head on my chest. Through the thin, shapely material, I caressed her milky tit-less chest and cunny. I was rock hard and the job was forgotten. It crossed my mind that we could go further if we wanted, since no one could see anything through the window. The little girl had spread her legs further, letting them hang off of the outsides of mine. I couldn't see her crotch past the frill I was squishing and I really wanted to touch the real thing.

"Do you have any more dances tonight?" I asked her quietly, right next to her ear. Christina shook her head, but didn't move. "Maybe we shouldn't stretch out your cute little outfit." She didn't really respond, but continued to make little sighs as I massaged her slit through the material. "Let's take some of it off, OK?" She nodded.

I pulled my cutie from my lap and stood her up. She smiled lightly as I unpinned her ballet skirt and dropped it to the ground. Now, it was basically a bathing suit, stockings, and shoes. I ran my hand across the bottom that I hadn't been able to touch until now except through my jeans and reached her ballet shoes. I undid the ties and pulled them off as she balanced herself on my shoulders. I came back up to look at her like this. "Those skirts are so uncomfortable, aren't they?" She nodded. Already, I was making an explanation for this. "So are the shoes." She nodded again.

I examined her fine little legs for a moment and spotted the beginning of a run in them. Perfect. "When you sit in someone's lap and move a lot, you get runs in your stockings. Wouldn't want that, would we?" She shook her head. The stockings were really more like leggings, so they didn't go underneath her little outfit. It was easier to wear them for the younger ones, since they tended to dress out of order anyway. I found the edge of each one and placed my hands flat on each side of her leg. Before starting to roll them down, I rubbed her cute little cloth-covered pussy a little. She smiled as I caressed my way down her leg with the legging. I did the same for the other, savoring each second her crotch was mine to touch.

Now I had a girl in a bathing suit, which was what I really wanted. I wouldn't dare pull it off completely, since we could be caught. But, just like a bathing suit, everything was easy access now. "You are such a good girl," I whispered, pulling her close. I got off the chair myself and knelt down before her. My tongue tickled her neck as I kissed across it, tasting the flesh of my dancing beauty for the first time. She was my drug now and I couldn't give it up. I supported her up with a palm on her ass, holding its soft, yet firm form lovingly. Christina continued her small moans as I made love to her.

I picked her up and laid her down on an old acting mattress they left up there. The prop room was nearby and they used this to hold things that wouldn't fit. It was a rare luxury for me. I crept up on all fours and began to roll her top down her torso, revealing those cute little nipples. I could stop myself from dropping down and sucking on them. She gasped and her head fell back. No one could hear her little whimpers of ecstasy through the windows. My hands ran underneath the tight material to find her panty-clad ass. I ran a finger along the crack as I fed on her chest. My other hand ran across her front and slid aside the material of her outfit, finding more panties on the front. I didn't open them up right away. I kept it slow and sensual, barely fingering between her outer lips, still in hiding.

My cock was desperate to be free, but I wanted to make her feel good and keep her around, not scare her off. I pushed a little harder on her pussy and her little crack and she let out a moan. Screw getting caught. I had to have her naked. I had to have it now. My hands retreated a little too quickly and she looked up. I returned to the edge of her outfit and pulled it down quickly, feeling every part of her body along the way, past her panties and to her ankles. I tossed them aside and found myself looking at a lifetime goal, an angel in makeup and panties. I wrapped my arms around her, sliding them past her little pink panties to that fine, bubble butt. Finally, contact. I pulled her up a little and placed a kiss on those red lips. I immediately pushed my tongue in, which she didn't resist against. She didn't kiss back, though. Lack of experience, probably.

I let her float back down to the mattress and my eyes zeroed in on those panties. I had to get them off. It was the last barrier between me and her prize. I grabbed the little waistband and slid them off with zeal, tossing them with her dance outfit. A kindergarten goddess lay before me, completely open, not trying to hide anything. I almost stopped breathing, stunned by my first girl. "You are so beautiful," I breathed, coming close to her on the mattress. My hands explored her whole body, massaging every part. Her chest, her tummy, legs, neck, and finally, the most important part, her beautiful slit.

My finger ran across it, relaxing it. Christina groaned as I wiggled my first knuckle past the entrance. Her little clit was coming into view and I immediately rubbed it. Her breath became uneven as I slowly wiggled around inside her. She was so tight. I was dying to feel her. I pulled out and thrust my face into her crotch, licking and sucking on her whole vagina. My free hand snaked under her back to her smooth tush, squirming in between the crack. Christina shuddered as both of her little holes were massaged and toyed with. That beautiful little chest came up and down desperately. Her hips began to push against me, trying to get more out of every little movement I made. She was near orgasm and I needed something to satiate me. Could I take her?

My hand left her rear and began to undo my pants. A button and a zipper later, my boxers were visible. She didn't even notice, because I was still driving her wild with my tongue. I yanked my pants and boxers down awkwardly. "Open your mouth, baby girl," I said as I replaced my tongue with a finger for her hole and clit. Little Christina was so obedient. Her mouth was already open from moaning, so I turned a bit and, before she knew it, the head of my rock hard seven inches was filling her mouth. It took her by surprise and, at first, she tried to pull back, but I pushed my cock further into her mouth.

Soon, she had stopped trying to get out of it and I began to hump her face. That tantalizing tongue I felt earlier with my own ran up against it, but with little effort from her. My cock was ready to explode. Stars were all around my eyes, throwing my sensibilities right out the window. I pulled it out of the whorish-looking girl's face and returned to her vagina and licked it some more. It was almost time to try. As it was, two fingers were going in and out of that tight hole and she was bucking against them. At this point, she could have been trying to get them out, but I wouldn't have known.

I couldn't wait any longer. I had to fuck her. I pulled my fingers out suddenly and got on top of my sexy angel, who was lying desperately across the old mattress. I spread her legs wide, pulled up over her, and put my penis to her cunny. My cock was twitching frantically as the blood-engorged head pushed her lips apart. Her eyes began to go wide as my head pushed in. Her voice started to get loud, so I snatched the bedding and balled it up in her mouth. Her eyes closed and her head went back. Moans or screams, I couldn't tell. I just shoved in.

I broke through her barrier and drove in, until my balls tapped in-between her legs. She was impaled on my rocky hard on. Her chest frantically pulsed for air, her nostrils flaring. Slowly, I began to pump in and out of her, pulling out to the head and into the pubic hair. Like a piston, I drove it in. The tight hole sucked my cock in, as if she had been wanting it her entire young life. And I gave it to her. I didn't hold anything back and I banged her hard. My hands gripped her ass tightly for support. Through the cloth, I could hear her letting out wild moans. She thrashed around on my cock, squirming as she screamed through the bed sheet.

I pulled more of her body closed as I humped her inside out. My cock exploded with sensations I had never known before, driving me wild. Her legs kicked out around my waist as I pummeled her pussy with gusto. The romance was gone from the encounter and I couldn't help myself anymore. My cock erupted deep inside her pussy, filling her to the brim. It leaked out the sides. As I came, one arm reached around quickly began massaging her clit. Her screams returned to moans quickly as I humped the rest of my juice out and she had possibly her second orgasm tonight.

I collapsed beside her, my cock still inside as I lay down. "You are amazing," I said right before I kissed her again. She was dazed, overwhelmed by sensations. The recital was almost over, so I had to get her dressed, much as I wanted to continue making love to her for hours. So, I finally pulled out. Somehow, I couldn't believe she could take it all in at the age of six. It seemed impossible that she had had no previous experience, but what did I know? I had never had sex with a child before.

Cum still leaked out of her pussy as I came back to her with her panties. I took the sheet and wiped her clean. I even wrapped it around a finger and ran it around inside, which elicited a few quiet moans. I had to make sure no one knew and her parents would probably notice cum stains on her panties if I didn't. I dressed her like a baby doll. She laid there as I put her outfit on her limp body. First the panties, then the costume. I put it all back on her, despite my wishes not to.

"Did you like the show?" I asked again.

She could barely nod back.

"Good, you rest here, OK?"

Christina, completely spent, was already asleep.

About ten minutes later, the teacher returned. The show was over. She looked around for the girl and spotted her curled up on the mattress, still in her frills. "Isn't that cute?"

"That's not all that's cute about her," I thought, licking my lips. I could still taste her pussy. "She got tired and laid down. Next thing I know, she is out like a light," I said.

"Well, I'll take her to her mom and dad. Thanks for watching her. Next time, though, make sure they take off the ballet skirt and the stockings first. The frills can get flattened and the stockings can get runs."

"I sure will, if there is a next time," I replied.

"Knowing my kids, I'm sure there will be."

I couldn't help but smile as Christina was roused from her rest. She looked up to me and rubbed her lower abdomen. I winked at her and she smiled lightly, as she always did.

"Shhhh…" I said to her as she got up, hoping she would understand not to talk about it. Christina nodded and giggled, then came out to the teacher.

"Was she too much trouble?"

"Not at all. Like an angel…"