Perverts 'R' Us

The Pageant Game

By Ralph Kramden ( M/g+, ped, cons, rape )

Well my last job didn't turn out so well. I have a Master of Arts in teaching from a respected university, and that got me an appointment at Lehigh middle school as Assistant Principal. I was in charge of discipline and had an office where I counseled and talked with the pre-teens about school and the changes taking part in their adolescent lives.

In the bottom right drawer of my desk I had a box of candy and to break the ice and win acceptance of the kids. I would often pull out the drawer and ask them to take a piece of candy.

Sometimes a cute little girl would bend over and pick through the chocolates and, being appreciative of beauty, I would pat her ass. Well, even more specifically, I would sometimes playfully goose her.

This came to the attention of the school board and the principal and I was told that I couldn't treat their 'angel', "Ms. Perfect" this way. I didn't feel I was doing anything wrong and said:

"O.K. if they're going to object I'm not going to give them any more candy."

Apparently this didn't show enough concern for their "INDIVIDUAL RIGHTS" or something. I was shown the door, it being understood that nothing further would be said.

Taking assessment of my interests, strengths, and weaknesses, and intrigued by where and what pretty little girls do and where they go, I got on the net and found pageantworld.net.

Man, it didn't look too hard to me to promote, as Director, a beauty pageant right here in Drake County. I could get the judges, do the marketing, get the financing, etc. and still have plenty of time to fuck around with the little girls when the opportunity presented itself.

I guess I first heard about these pageants reading about six year old Jon-Benet Ramsey and her murder in Colorado. She had been a frequent contestant in beauty pageants and singing and dance contests. Her picture was all over the newspapers and on the internet.

Her death was truly tragic but, My God, what a little fox she was. Little girls can be SO sexy.

I always wondered what it would have been like to be the cop who found her pretty little dead body. Maybe he looked around and seeing nobody watching, stuck his cock in her mouth or even fucked her. You could stick your fingers in her ass and in her cunt, maybe even slap her around a little. No one would ever know. I heard they found some cum in her mouth and in her hair so someone must have had a good time. I've never fucked a dead person. Must be kinda like fucking a pork chop or a pot roast. NASTY THOUGHTS.

I got on the internet and found that Michelle Pfeiffer started as a pre-teen model and that Christina Aguilera said, "U are beautiful no matter what u say" Can't quite figure that out, but it is always helpful to quote beautiful young girls when you are talking to hopeful parents whose pretty young daughter is going to be a blockbuster movie star. Talent scouts are just all over these beauty pageants, for sure.

I tapped McPherson Ford and Aliolla's Funeral Home to get things started. The Chamber of Commerce was excited. A modeling agency in the City which handles little girls taught me some of the ropes and got me in touch with some parents (moms, mostly) who traveled the circuit with their daughters, my first judges.

Before I could see any little darlings in ringlets and crinoline dresses, I needed an office and a phone. Through the Chamber I got a spot in the Frazer building and set up shop.

Several moms had set up appointments, but the first on the list was most memorable.

Skipping in little Nike sneakers, wearing Levi hip-hugger jeans, and a Malibu T-Shirt, six-year-old Melanie Krausmann pranced in, shaking her blonde ringlets and leading her dowdy mom into my lair. The mom (Daisy) wasn't nearly as fashionably dressed as her starlet daughter, but you could see at a glance why Melanie was so pretty - good genes.

Daisy was about 26 I'd say, stacked - although her loose fitting sweater didn't emphasize it - and very pretty, though not the smiley, cheerful type like her offspring. The Dad was out of the picture. Daisy was a single mom.

Daisy looked a little haggard and I could see it was quite a strain on her to raise a talented young daughter, make a living, and keep a house, all on her own. She pushed back a stray lock and asked to use the bathroom. I showed her where to go and took the opportunity to get to know little Melanie.

Melanie leaned over the lower drawer picking through the chocolates. I gave her little bottom a pat. She didn't seem to mind so I ran my hand over her crotch felt her little slit.

"I can see your belly-button Melanie, let me help you tuck your shirt in." I ran my hands over her chest and her little stomach. While I tried to tuck her shirt down in front my other hand was in her crotch. In essence, I guess you could say I was feeling her up. My cock was hard.

"My T-shirt isn't s'posed to be tucked in, Mister," Melanie pouted and pulled out her shirt. She started to sniffle and looked like she was going to cry.

"There, there, Melanie" I said.

The office was so new I didn't have anything to distract a little girl: No teddy bears, mirrors, anything. What to do?

"Melanie, Melanie, darling, don't cry" I said. "You are so pretty, but when you cry you are ugly. You don't want to be ugly, do you?"

Not even thinking about Daisy's return, I said "Melanie. Let me show you something you may never have seen." I whipped it out and she stared, spellbound. "Here, you wanna touch it?" I said.

"Be gentle, it's like a little puppy, Melanie" I said as she stroked my penis with both of her hands. "It smells good" she said as she ran her button nose up and down my cock. I stuck the tip in her little mouth and could feel her baby teeth nipping at it. I grabbed her by the back of her head and was about to shove the whole thing down her throat.

The outer office door sounded and I put my schlong back in my pants "Another time Melanie," I said. "We need to talk to your mom now".

Daisy had fixed her hair and looked much better.

We talked about Melanie's hair-style and what makeup she should be using. I suggested a modeling agency, but Daisy said she was practically broke and needed to promote Melanie on the cheap.

We talked about beauty pageants, photo contests, talent competition, dance competitions, pageant bulletin boards and building confidence and self-esteem in her daughter. You'd have thought I knew what I was talking about to observe Daisy. She was really smitten with my presentation.

"There is a fine line between beauty and being a sex symbol" I said. "We want Melanie to look like she is 20 and 6 at the same time. We don't want to turn off the judges and make them think Melanie is a provocative slut, but we don't want to be too far away from exactly that image" I said.

"There are considerable costs involved" I intoned. "There are the costumes, the makeup, hair extensions, fake eyelashes, acrylic nails. If Melanie is going to prance around in a swimsuit she's going to need several, and they're going to have to be sexy, so they are going to have to be hand-made. Not to mention the travel costs and hotels."

Daisy looked a little dismayed. "Don't worry, Daisy", I said. "If you want me to help, we can do it. Once Melanie is known, there are other ways of pulling in money. I can just see her now, a perfect picture of swept back hair, red lips, white tutu, and little legs with white socks and patent leather shoes scissoring across the stage like a sand piper".

Daisy beamed and said, "I'm sure it will all work out. Maybe my parents can help." She seemed relaxed.

The next time I saw Daisy and Melanie, I had lined up several more sponsors so I had a little money to use and hired a secretary. We had an appointment at my office and I had conned an old photographer friend of mine to come over and take some pictures of Melanie. My cost was to be a lunch at the New Amsterdam.

When they arrived, my secretary, on my instructions, greeted them with "My goodness, which one is the mother and which one is the daughter?" Corny, but it worked.

This time it really was hard to tell them apart. Daisy had fixed herself up and was wearing very sexy clothes. She was stacked like the proverbial brick shithouse and, of course hers were the nipples you could see through the blouse, not Melanie's.

Ian, the photographer, shot several of Melanie and I suggested a few others. In one, Melanie with a "come-hither" look on her face, and her left hand down on her lower abdomen as if she were going to touch her privates, but not quite.

In another, Melanie had her thumbs in her hip-huggers with a pout on her face. One of my clients told me that on the internet you can sell panties of the little girl models, so I had Melanie do an innocent shot in just her white panties and tank-top, sucking her thumb. In another I had her pull her panties up a little, showing just a hint of a slit. I hadn't spoken to Daisy about this, but she seemed unconcerned.

We took a break. Daisy wanted to talk to me alone, so the three of them went into the outer office. Ian was struck with my secretary so he didn't mind.

"Ralphy (no more Mr. Kramden)" she said. " I am so appreciative of all you are doing for Melanie." She bent over to pick up one of Melanie's things off the floor, but I think also to let me get a good look down her blouse.

She gave me a big smile as she said "Melanie told me that you showed her your cock." Oops, I thought.

"No, No problem" she said. "I wish you had shown me, is all"

I laughed and said "That can be arranged."

"Maybe you could show it to me now?" she said as she ran her hand over my ass.

"We have a pretty open and healthy attitude in our family about sex," she said. "My ex couldn't understand that, but I've tried to teach Melanie to appreciate human sexual contact. I hope I'm raising her alright," Daisy explained.

I gulped as Daisy started to push her groin into mine. I wouldn't mind a roll in the hay with her, but how could I explain that it was her daughter who really got my prick hard. I really, really wanted to fuck Melanie. I backed off a little.

What were the suggestive panty shots of Melanie for?" she asked.

"Internet" I said. "We can sell the pictures and we can sell the panties. I understand guys will get in touch with us and tell us what poses they want. Does that sound OK with you?"

"Gosh yes!" she said. "Melanie is so made up no one would recognize the real child anyway"

"If you can sell that kind of photograph, I'll bet you could sell some of Melanie without her panties. Maybe she could spread her pussy lips for Ian, or stick her index finger in there. Do you... do you think it would be OK with Ian? I mean.... Do you?" Daisy said.

"My God," I thought. "Am I really hearing this?"

"Yeah, well there is a market for anything, I guess." I stammered. "If the panty shots aren't enough for some buyers, it would be nice to have something extra to offer, but we might have to borrow a camera and a tripod and shoot the pics ourselves."

This seemed to turn on Daisy even more. "Yes, YES!! What a good idea" she said. "Just the three of us...in bed, we could do lots of stuff. It'll be fun."

"I know you won't be turned on by a naked little girl, but maybe I can help. I could get you up and then we can take some cool pics with you and Melanie. Let me show you how I can get you hard." She put her finger in her mouth and pushed it in and out suggestively.

"We can take some cool pics, for sure" she offered. When I thought of Melanie and me naked on the bed, my cock had a mind of its own. Imagine, and with Daisy watching me fuck her daughter. Excellent.

I had to kick them out because Shaunessa Williams and her two daughters, Afia and Aisha were due. Shaunessa had called ahead and was complaining that everyone's idea of cute was white and blond. Whether in Korea, Senegal, or Syria, everyone thought little blond girls were cuter than the native variety. I commiserated with her, but told her I couldn't change that.

Shaunessa was a tad on the heavy side, but her daughters in their corn rows and pink dresses with matching pink shoes were the cutest little girls you've ever seen.

"Maybe they could have a special category for black girls" Shaunessa offered. "Booty Call," she suggested.

"Show the man your booty, girls" she ordered and the two little ones pulled up their dresses exposing their white cotton panties and mooned me. "Wow, what nice little bottoms" I thought, and patted the girls on their asses.

"They have talents none of your little 'Golden girls' have" said Shaunessa. "Aisha (she was the older one, about 8 I guess), show Mr. Kramden what you can do. You know, show him what you can do with Cousin Jimmy."

Aisha looked confused at first, then seemed to get it. She confidently strode over to me looked up into my face and started feeling my crotch. I was surprised of course, but decided to see what was up.

"Give me two dollas and I'll suck that big ol' white cock of yours, Mister" said Aisha.

Aisha tugged at my belt buckle, unzipped my pants, searched around in my shorts and pulled out my cock. She started licking it and then put it in her mouth.

"You like that, Mister?" It was Aisha. "Yes, very much" I said.

"Here, feel this" She took my hand and put it in her crotch, I fingered her little cunt, sticking my finger up inside her.

"Ha, Ha that tickles" she said. I stuck my finger up her anus and she gasped. I started to put my rock-hard cock in her slit when Shaunessa spoke.

"Now tell me that isn't talent, Mr. Kramden. Aisha's been practicing and is pretty good at getting guys in the neighborhood off, I'm sure she could do it for you"

The five year old, Afia, was all eyes and ears. I don't want to brag, but my schlong was sticking out... straight to here.

"That's a big ol' cock ain't it Momma" said Afia.

"Don't say 'ain't' Affy, you sound ignorant" instructed Shaunessa.

"But it is, Mommy, it is the biggest ol' cock I ever seen." I had pretty much forgotten about Aisha and centered my attention on the five year old.

"Does Afia give blowjobs too?" I asked Shaunessa.

"No, she will soon enough, I guess, but Afia is still a virgin" said Afia's mother." At least for now. Her brother or her Cousin will come home drunk one night and then..WHISST..Afia won't be a virgin any longer." I was intrigued.

"Well Shaunessa I might be able to put a couple black judges in the next pageant" I said.

"That would be wonderful, Mr. Kramden, would you? I know just who to call. Judges who'll appreciate my little girls. Yes, oh my, wonderful!! OH girls, we're going to win the next one" cooed Shaunessa.

"Afia is a little inexperienced" I said. "Maybe I should work with her and see if I can teach her some routines that would really impress the judges."

"That'd be great" said the Mom.

"If I'm going to do it I may just as well instruct a group, why don't you drop both girls off at my house and, if they have any friends or cousins bring them too. We'll make it a party" I said.

Daisy was calling every day. "We ought to get together for the photo shoot and STUFF. I'd like to show you mine if you show me yours" she said. She sure was horny. I guess she wasn't getting any. I wouldn't mind a day in the sack with Daisy and Melanie, but right now I had two other clients on my mind.

Shaunessa dropped the sisters and their six year old friend Tabitha off at my place a little after dinner. I'd work with them in the evening and Shaunessa would pick them up for school in the morning.

The girls all wore tights under little girl dresses. We did a few dance steps I made up on the spot and some splits and so forth.

"You have to be free girls, as free as a bird" I danced around the house, then took off my pants and danced around barefoot in my underwear. They all took off their tights and followed my lead, but they didn't have any underwear.

The girls loved it. They raced bare-assed around the living room, dancing and singing. I finally collapsed in exhaustion on the couch and I was immediately covered in girls.

We all laughed and Tabby turned on the TV. I sat on the couch with my arms around the two sisters. Tabby sat between them on my tummy. While I fingered Aisha and Afia's little pussies, my throbbing cock poked its way out and Tabitha played with it, a true joy stick. We were a picture of contentment watching the Simpsons.

"Somebody's going to fuck Afia before too long" I reasoned. "It might as well be me." My left arm was around her. I fingered her little pussy and stuck my thumb in there. It seemed there was room enough for my cock.

I could picture some drunken asshole knocking her about and then fucking her. I'm not sure why I wanted to take her first. I just like little girls. Is there something wrong with that? I like to feel them up. I like to kiss and hug them. I like to fuck them. It's just natural and society must be wrong when they call us perverts. Lots of guys like little girls and what they can do to them.

I took my fingers out of the both sisters' cunts, pushed Tabitha off and pulled Afia up on my lap, holding her on both hips. I pushed my cock in her tiny cunt, but it wouldn't go. Afia was crying.

Aisha saw what was happening and came around and licked my cock and Afia's pussy.

"Get some stuff from the bathroom cabinet, Aisha, top shelf" I instructed. Tabby replaced Aisha and slobbered all over my cock. She also drenched Afia's little pussy.

When Afia and I were all lubed up I forced my cock into her little body. She screamed and bawled. I smacked her on the side of her head and felt immediately sorry because it scared the other girls.

"It hurts, It hurts" Afia bawled. I increased my pace and forced my cock into her immature cunt. It was really, really tight but it felt good. It felt good to fuck this tiny babe.

I pushed and pulled the little girl on and off my cock. The other two girls tried to help. Blood was all over the place and fearing it would ruin the couch I picked her up, strode into the kitchen put her belly on the counter and fucked her standing up doggy style over the linoleum, her little legs dangling in the air. The two girls followed and watched.

""Whaa, whaa," Afia cried. I slapped her face a couple times and she shut up.

It was about time to fuck the other two. I wiped my bloody cock on Aisha's pink dress, grabbed Tabby and took her on doggy style. Aisha had her face in there and was licking both Tabby's pussy and my cock. Afia was whimpering in the corner.

I carried Tabby back into the living room on my cock. Tabby was a great fuck. It's amazing that such a young girl would know when to push and pull. Aisha and Tabby traded places for awhile then I threw Tabby on the couch and ate her out while fucking Aisha. I got pretty excited. Afia came back into the living room just in time to see me spray Tabby and Aisha's faces with my hot jizz. It ran down their chins and onto their party dresses.

I fell onto the couch exhausted and the three girls piled on top of me. I felt and poked and stroked their little bodies while we kissed and licked and sucked each other. Afia was in a good mood again and licked the cum off of her sister and Tabby.

It was Daisy on the phone. She wanted to come over right now if I didn't visit her and Melanie at their place. She was hot and made no bones about the fact she wanted to get laid. I was about pussied out for the time being, but promised to drop by after work the next day.

I rented the cameras and tripod from Mason's photography on Tamalpais street. I also remembered to put a tube of K-Y Gel in my pocket.

To be continued…

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