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The Usherette
by Author Obscure (1993)

***

Betsy really needed to get a job, she needed it badly to 
help her mom get by financially. Young Betsy was willing 
to do just about anything to get the job as an Usherette 
at the theater. (Mdom/Ffg, ped, 1st, reluc, oral, anal)

***

The sign on his desk read "Newton Simpson, Manager." 
Betsy Morrison's dark brown eyes left the sign and went 
back to the handsome man behind the desk. The dark, 
slender twelve-year-old felt a trembling tension in her 
tummy. This was the first time she'd ever tried to apply 
for a real job, no wonder she was excited.

Newton Simpson looked up from the application that Betsy 
had just filled out. He was handsome, a little plump, 
and too well fed. But his black hair was full and neatly 
combed and he wore a loud but expensive sports coat. In 
short, he looked just like what he was, a successful 
manager of a large motion picture theater.

"It says here that you're sixteen, is that right, 
Betsy?" The little girl tried to smile and look casual 
under the man's knowing stare.

"Yes... sixteen," Betsy lied.

Mr. Simpson nodded and raised one eyebrow.

Betsy could see that he knew she wasn't telling the 
truth but the twinkle in his eye told her that he wasn't 
going to press the issue.

"You understand that your work here would keep you out 
late? Does your family know that you wouldn't be getting 
home until after midnight?"

A flicker of a frown crossed the pretty little girl's 
face before she nodded. "There's just my mother and she 
says that it will be all right, at least during the 
summer," Betsy said in a low voice. 

The pretty girl thought of her mother. Poor Julia, it 
was terrible for her, widowed only a few months and 
finding that the money from daddy's insurance didn't 
stretch as far as she thought that it would. They needed 
the money and her mother would just have to get used to 
the idea of her getting home at midnight.

"All right," Newton Simpson murmured as he pretended to 
study her application, but Betsy knew that he was really 
looking up her long, hairless legs and under her short 
skirt. The pretty brunette felt a warning ripple run 
along her spine when she realized what the man was doing 
and she wished she'd worn the longer skirt than she had.

It was embarrassing and upsetting, but for the past half 
year she noticed that men and bigger boys had started to 
stare at her and Betsy wasn't certain how she should 
take it. On one hand, she knew that it was dirty and 
wrong, but even so she found it sort of exciting and it 
made her feel good to know that they were looking at her 
budding body.

"I'm not all that sure that you would be willing to work 
the extra hours that it requires," Newton Simpson said, 
watching Betsy closely.

The pretty preteen girl jerked upright in her chair. She 
had to get this job, it was important!

Before she could speak, the theater manager went on, his 
eyes never leaving her as he did: "Of course there 
are... opportunities for an... eager young lady, such as 
yourself, to make a good deal of money here at the 
Majestic, but it does take work and long hours."

"Oh, I'd work hard, Mr. Simpson, it's really important 
that I get the job. My mother and I need the extra 
money!" There was another reason that Betsy was 
desperate to be hired. She had been talking to some 
friends and had bragged that she already had the job. 
What could the girl say if she didn't?

Seemingly satisfied, Newton Simpson smiled at Betsy and 
leaned back in his chair. "Come here, honey," the man 
said in a quiet voice. "I want to take a look at you."

Betsy was forced to spread her thighs as she uncrossed 
her long, coltish legs and it made the pretty little 
girl blush when she realized that he could see all the 
way to her panties when she did.

"We wear a rather... revealing costume here," Mr. 
Simpson purred to her. Betsy felt herself flush again as 
she nodded. She'd seen that uniform every time that she 
came to a movie. "Please go into the other room and see 
if we have a uniform that fits you."

The manager pointed to a door behind his desk. Pleased 
that he was still interested in her for the job, Betsy 
scurried to the door and up to a rack of freshly cleaned 
usherette costumes.

Without a moment's thought or hesitation, the slender 
girl unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off. The pretty 
brunette stared at the uniform tops and shook her head 
as she looked down at her own, cupcake-sized breasts. 
She had more than any of the other twelve-year-olds that 
she knew, but she would have to do something to fill any 
of these uniforms out.

Still concerned about her lack of the large, creamy 
breasts that she wished she had, the young girl 
unsnapped her skimpy skirt and let it drop to her feet. 
All that Betsy wore was a filmy pair of blue panties and 
she shivered as the cooler air of the room bathed her 
slim figure from head to toe. 

The girl was so intent on finding a uniform small enough 
for her that she didn't stop to think where that draft 
came from. She didn't notice the door behind her quietly 
swing open to allow Mr. Simpson to step in and sit in 
the large chair in the center of the room.

At last, Betsy found one uniform that looked small 
enough and, taking it from the rack, she turned, 
planning to try it on.

"Ohhh! I... I didn't know that you would be here, Mr. 
Simpson!" She was so embarrassed! The slim little girl 
clutched the plastic shrouded uniform in her hands and 
tried to hide her naked body from the man's glistening 
eyes. "I... I'm not... dressed yet!"

Mr. Simpson nodded, only the faintest hint of a smile 
flickered at the corners of his lips. He made no move to 
leave. All he did was sit there and stare at Betsy until 
the trembling girl was sure that he could see through 
the small uniform that she was holding in front of her.

"Betsy," Mr. Simpson said as he crooked his finger and 
motioned for her to come to him.

The surprised girl began to inch toward him, but she was 
still terribly uncertain.

"Come here, honey," the man said. This time, his voice 
was stronger, more commanding. "Let's get something 
straight between us. I know that you're not old enough 
for this job and I know that you want it pretty bad."

Betsy nodded, her wide dark eyes never left Mr. 
Simpson's face as she obeyed him and came a few feet 
closer.

"Am I right? You aren't old enough, are you really?"

For a second, Betsy was tempted to bluff her way, but 
then her courage failed and she hung her head and 
shrugged helplessly.

"Do you really need this job? |--('I' IS NOT USUALLY 
FOLLOWED BY 'MEAN'.)--| I mean do you need this job bad 
enough to... be nice to me and do what you're told?"

The poor little girl was stunned! Betsy looked at the 
theater owner with bulging eyes. He hadn't said it in so 
many words, but the girl knew what he was asking! 
Simpson smiled and nodded. "That's right, I'm asking if 
you want this badly enough to have a little fun with me 
from time to time." The handsome man shifted in his 
chair and instantly Betsy knew why. The shocked pre-teen 
could see the front of his pants pushing out as his 
penis grew erect and hard!!

Betsy flushed and made a small sound deep in her throat 
as she stared at Mr. Simpson. She knew what a hard prick 
looked like. She had a friend, Dickie Webber, and they 
had been playing... games in her garage for over a year. 
They had not done much, and nothing that they'd done in 
their fumbling, groping, and touching made her ready to 
handle the situation she was faced with now!

"I... we need the money," the little girl whispered as 
she stared at the man. Besides that, Betsy could imagine 
the scornful looks on her friends' faces when she had to 
confess that she didn't have the job and the picture 
made her feel just awful! "But I... I don't know if... 
I've never done anything like that before... I'm 
afraid."

Betsy saw the excitement rising in Mr. Simpson's face 
and she was surprised to feel a strong, pounding 
sensation in her own untried body.

"No, I didn't think you had," Newton Simpson breathed as 
he stared greedily at the lovely, slender girl before 
him. "If you do go to work for me this summer you could 
work at night and on two mornings a week we have 
meetings of the Film Classics Club. If you worked those 
mornings that would mean even more money for you and 
then, if you work out all right, there are... other ways 
for you to make money. A lot of it."

The handsome man's face was even and calm as he asked 
again, "Do you want the job, little girl? I think that 
your mother would like all that extra money. I'm sure 
she would."

Betsy began to tremble. She was so upset that she didn't 
know what to say.

Mr. Simpson solved the problem for the startled child, 
he leaned forward and calmly took the uniform out of 
Betsy's nerveless fingers and then motioned for her to 
come to him.

The shocked little girl stood before the man dressed 
only in a tight, nearly transparent pair of panties. 
Betsy shuddered. She was so aware of his stare that she 
could feel his eyes creeping up her slender thighs and 
over the plump, hairless folds of her virgin sex.

Betsy wasn't certain how it happened. She felt herself 
moving and looked down in amazement as her bare thighs 
carried her forward far enough for Mr. Simpson to take 
her hand and pull. The trembling little girl was so 
close that their knees touched and she had a clear view 
of the straining bulge in his slacks.

"Don't be afraid," the handsome man said in a soft 
voice. "You and I can have a lot of fun together. I can 
show you things that you never knew about before." His 
fingers tightened around her wrist as he stared at her 
near naked body. Betsy was shivering. It was caused by 
the excitement and the delicious feeling of fear and 
anticipation that raced along her nerves. 

The man had positioned her far back on his lap. The 
nervous little girl's back was pressed against his chest 
and, what was shocking, she could feel his stiffening, 
bulging sexual member pressing up against the thin seat 
of her panties!

"Mr. Simpson? I... I don't think..." Betsy didn't have a 
chance to finish her meek protest. The handsome man 
hugged her close and began to whisper in her ear. Each 
word that Newton spoke to Betsy calmed and settled the 
nervous little girl.

"Shhhh, Betsy. There's nothing to be afraid of! I won't 
hurt you. All I want to do is make you feel good." The 
nearly naked pre-teener shivered, but didn't try to 
struggle, even when the man's warm hands moved to her 
bare shoulders, then down. He used a slow, circular 
movement and with each circle that his hands made over 
her flesh they dropped lower.

"Haven't you ever let some nice boy do this for you?" 
the man asked. His voice was deep and husky. "You're 
such a pretty little thing. Hasn't someone ever put 
their hands here and squeezed you?"

Betsy gasped and stiffened. Mr. Simpson's warm, soft 
palms were completely covering the firm little melons of 
her budding breasts and their pressure felt SO nice!

"Tell me, honey," the man persisted. "Haven't you taken 
your clothes off for some other man or some kid and let 
them have you?"

Betsy wiggled uncomfortably, she didn't want to tell the 
man about Dickie. Besides, he didn't really count. "No, 
I never did this before." It wasn't really a lie. She'd 
never sat on a man's lap while he kissed her slender 
neck and gently squeezed and played with her small 
breasts like this before!

"I'm glad that I'm the first," Newton sighed. As the man 
spoke, one of his warm hands dropped away from Betsy's 
hard little breast and began to creep down over her flat 
belly. The man used one hand, moving from one sharp 
nipple to the other. Each time that he pinched and 
gently pulled at one, Betsy would sigh and wiggle a 
little against his bone hard erection.

"I can show you some ways to make you feel good, honey. 
I can show you some tricks that you won't believe!" He 
sounded excited, too.

Betsy made a soft moaning sound when his fingers reached 
the elastic waistband of her panties and dipped 
underneath.

"Do you play with yourself, sometimes? Do you put your 
fingers in your tight little pussy, baby?"

Betsy felt herself blushing furiously. She wiggled 
uncomfortably as she nodded. "Yes," the pretty little 
brunette whispered. "Last year a girl in my class showed 
me how to do it. My mother says that it's not a nice 
thing to do... but I still do it, sometimes."

Mr. Simpson chuckled, his fingers were slowly working 
down over the silky flesh of her belly. The slender 
twelve-year-old knew where they were headed and the 
thought made the plump lips of her hairless little slot 
feel all puffy and hot.

"All mothers tell their children that playing with 
themselves is wrong, but it isn't. All playing with 
yourself does is make you feel good, right?"

Betsy would have answered him, but at that very instant 
his forefinger found the smooth swell of her immature 
pussy and forced its way between the lips. "Ummmmm, 
you're getting wet," Newton murmured, pinching one of 
Betsy's pebble-hard nipples. "You like this, don't you?"

The trembling little girl didn't know what to say. Betsy 
knew that what she was letting the man do wasn't nice, 
but she and her mother did need the money, and it did 
feel good! "Yes, it's nice," Betsy whispered and she was 
rewarded when the man's finger began to twirl and press 
against the tight mouth of her tight little cunt, 
sending hot, blazing jolts of pleasure radiating out 
through her suddenly overheated body!

Betsy gasped and wiggled. She felt Mr. Simpson's hard-on 
rubbing against her and boldly pressed her firm, high-
riding buttocks against it, making the handsome man 
groan with pleasure.

"Have you ever seen a man's cock? Have you ever been 
close to one when it's hard and held it in your hands?" 
Mr. Simpson's breath tickled her ear and sent chills of 
pleasure racing up and down Betsy's spine. "I want you 
to hold my prick, Betsy! Will you do that for me?"

Before she could even think of what to say, the shocked 
little girl heard her voice rising. "Yes! I mean... I 
guess... If you promise not to hurt me."

"Oh, no! I don't want to hurt you, honey," the eager 
manager whispered as he lifted the surprised twelve-
year-old off his lap and stood her on her unsteady feet. 
"You're going to like this! Now let's get these off 
first." Betsy's hands shook as she helped the man pull 
her tight panties off and slip them down over her 
slender thighs.

Looking down, the little girl was surprised and a bit 
embarrassed when she saw the wet spot on her crotch 
piece and realized that her tight little cunt was 
sending down a warm coating of lubricant.

Mr. Simpson had left his jacket in his office. The man 
leaned back in his chair and smiled boldly at the 
shocked twelve-year-old as he calmly unbuckled his belt 
and unzipped the front of his slacks.

Without hesitation, the lovely little girl pressed 
closer and watched as the theater manager popped the 
snaps on his shorts and pulled his stiff, hard penis 
into view! A small sighing sound oozed out of her throat 
as Betsy stared intently at Mr. Simpson's big dong 
straining in his fist.

"Oh, my! I thought that Dickie's hard penis was big," 
the excited little girl thought, "but Mr. Simpson's is 
three times as large!!" A tingling, itching sensation 
flickered to life deep in the untouched depths of 
Betsy's virgin love sheath. She knew how babies were 
made and what men and women did together in bed. The 
idea that the man would want to put that big, swollen-
looking penis inside of her frightened Betsy, but it was 
an exciting, bubbly kind of fright and she didn't back 
off.

"I know it's wrong," the girl told herself, "but we need 
the money and I want the job!" She was hiding part of 
the truth from herself. Betsy knew it, but she was 
having such an exciting time that she didn't want to 
think about any of that now!

Mr. Simpson had pushed his shorts and slacks down past 
his knees and he sat half naked in his chair, smiling at 
her while he pumped his hand up and down his big, scary 
pole. Betsy trembled as her dark eyes moved from the 
round, hair orbs of the man's heavy balls, up the white 
shaft to the red, almost purple knob of his prick head.

"Don't be afraid of it," Mr. Simpson coaxed. "Just touch 
it, that's all you have to do. Touch it. Take it in your 
hand!"

The little girl could hear the sound of the handsome 
man's quick breathing and knew that he was excited. 
Somehow, knowing that gave her the nerve that she needed 
to reach out and brush the tips of her fingers against 
his vein-wreathed shaft.

Slipping an arm around the naked twelve-year-old's 
waist, the excited man lifted Betsy easily and put him 
back on his lap. Betsy felt funny and kind of 
embarrassed when she felt the naked cheeks of her bottom 
rubbing against Mr. Simpson's hairy legs. The man was 
guiding her hand to his hard pole and she leaned back in 
the crook of his other arm as he taught her how to curl 
her slim fingers around him and squeeze hard on his 
thick penis!!

"Ooohhh, that feels good," Newton Simpson whispered in 
Betsy's ear.

Betsy sat on one of Mr. Simpson's thighs. He had spread 
his legs a little and pulled her back so that it was 
easy for the interested pre-teen to work her fist up and 
down him. Her hooked thumb brushed against his naked 
thigh while he taught her how to masturbate him.

"Just like that, up and down, honey. Squeeze it a little 
tighter, umm hummmm, perfect!" The handsome man groaned 
as Betsy increased the pace and made her fist pop up and 
down in his lap.

"There now, that isn't so bad, is it? You like to play 
with my cock, don't you?" While he spoke, Newton's hand 
slipped back between Betsy's warm thighs and gently 
pressed them apart.

A warm, delicious feeling caused Betsy to tear her eyes 
away from the man's big cock. The naked little girl 
watched as a thick, hairy forefinger parted the bald 
lips of her vulva and dipped into the clear, glistening 
moisture that was seeping out of her. Betsy could see 
the small, firm nubbin of her baby clitoris and 
shuddered with excitement and pleasure as the fingertip 
pressed hard against it.

Dickie had touched her there and it had been good, but 
never this good! Betsy's firm little ass wiggled and she 
pumped even harder at Mr. Simpson's big cock as he 
aroused her! It only took a minute or perhaps two for 
the excited man's probing finger to strike a flame in 
the pretty child's belly. The flame burned away any last 
shreds of doubt and resistance.

"Ohhhh! That's nice," Betsy breathed softly. Mr. 
Simpson's hand left her hard, swollen little breasts and 
pressed against the edge of her chin, turning her pretty 
face so that he could kiss her!

At first, the naked little girl didn't know what to do 
when she felt his wet, slippery tongue pressing between 
her soft lips. Then, the man's finger began a rapid 
twirling movement in her tight little pussy. Betsy 
gasped and when her jaw opened, Mr. Simpson's tongue 
pushed its way into her mouth and began to flick at the 
pointed tip of her own pink little probe.

The naked twelve-year-old shuddered. Mr. Simpson's 
tongue made her feel all funny and shaky as it slid in 
and out of her mouth. Some inborn instinct guided her 
and Betsy was glad because it was even nicer when her 
pink lips tightened around the tongue and she learned to 
suck on it!!

Mr. Simpson made a groaning sound, and his cock jerked 
and swelled even larger in her fist. Betsy felt 
something warm and slippery dripping down on her 
fingers. The girl knew what it was. Dickie's skinny 
prick got wet when she played with it, too. Drops of 
clear juice would leak out of the slit on top of his 
cock, but never so much! The excited little girl moaned 
and Mr. Simpson's finger fluttered back and forth over 
the hard stub of her clit as her thumb lifted and rubbed 
hard against the cock's meaty glans.

"Damn, but you learn fast," Mr. Simpson groaned happily.

Betsy giggled but didn't miss a stroke as her small hand 
flew up and down his jerking pole of flesh. The rapid 
pumping motion that she was using caused warm drops of 
the man's love lubricant to splash on her naked thighs. 
Betsy liked the feel of it on her and enjoyed seeing it 
glitter on her milk white flesh.

Mr. Simpson's finger had found the tight neck of her 
vagina and it was slowly forcing its way into her. Betsy 
groaned as her tight, wet opening was stretched but she 
made no effort to pull away because the man's thumb was 
lightly strumming against the burning clitoris all the 
while that his twisting finger advanced.

"God! You are a virgin! I didn't think that there were 
any left!!"

Betsy felt her cheeks burn as she blushed. The naked 
child hid her embarrassment by forcing her tired little 
hand and arm to jerk faster and faster on his slippery 
prick.

"I'll make it nice," Mr. Simpson groaned in her ear.

Betsy sighed and began to roll her slim hips as the 
fingers that moved in her hairless pussy made her feel 
better and better!

"I'll make you feel so good that you'll scream for 
more!"

The man's wet tongue worked in and out of her ear, down 
the nape of her neck and across her shoulder. Betsy 
shook. Her small mouth opened and she moaned with 
pleasure. The girl's dark eyes popped open in surprise 
and before she actually knew what was happening inside 
of her slim body, her climax exploded in a starburst of 
pleasure!!!

"Annnnggghhh!!" The naked child moaned and shuddered as 
her hot, hairless slit sucked and pulled around Mr. 
Simpson's twirling, pressing finger. "Aaaaiiiieeee!! 
Ohhh, Mr. Simpson... aaaaiiiieeee!!!"

Betsy's thighs stiffened, her belly fluttered, and her 
head repeatedly banged against Mr. Simpson's shoulder 
while the handsome man's knowing finger made her slim, 
beautiful body dance and jerk.

"Go faster... aggghhh!! You're going to make me cum, 
little honey," the handsome man theater manager snorted 
in her ear.

Betsy's arm ached but the jolting flashes of joy that 
were still exploding between her splayed thighs gave her 
fresh energy and the pretty little girl worked as hard 
as she could to finish the job that she started.

"Annnnuuuugggghhh!!" His fat cock jumped. Betsy was 
watching with fevered interest when the swollen slit in 
the glans opened and a long, white jet of hot cum shot 
in the air and then came splattering down on her naked 
thighs and belly. "Oggghhhh... haaaggghhh!!"

The tired little brunette lay slumped against Mr. 
Simpson's shoulder. She was so exhausted that Betsy 
hardly took notice as the man used the fingers of both 
of his hands to spread his cooling cum all over her 
smooth, naked little body.

"You're going to work out just fine, Betsy," the man 
whispered and kissed her cheek. "I'm going to make sure 
that you earn a lot of money for your mommy and have a 
lot of fun doing it."

Small warning bells rang in the girl's mind but she 
ignored them as she watched with growing interest while 
he painted the still sharp tips of her little nipples 
with a thick coat of his sticky semen.

Her first night at work. It was so exciting! Betsy 
caught sight of her reflection in one of the glass lobby 
doors and paused to admire it. She was proud of herself. 
Her deep blue costume top clung tight and instead of 
hanging loose from her bust the way she thought it 
would, it seemed to push her firm little tits higher and 
made them look larger than they were. 

The pretty little brunette liked the way that her short 
red skirt hugged her waist then fit over the curve of 
her developing hips and saucy buttocks. There was a 
tight fitting pair of matching red panties just peeking 
out from under the skirt and Betsy had thought the whole 
effect was wonderful.

The slender little usherette looked away from the glass 
and saw the snack-bar manager, Mrs. Borden, looking at 
her. Betsy flushed guiltily and remembered that she was 
supposed to be working. Taking a firm grip on her 
flashlight, the little girl peeked one more time at her 
reflection and admired the way that her daring uniform 
made her legs look even longer than they were.

The door to aisle C closed soundlessly behind her as 
Betsy stepped into the darkened auditorium. All she had 
to do was watch for smokers, keep little children from 
running up and down the aisles and help the other two 
ushers when she was asked to. Mr. Simpson said it was 
the job he gave to all the new girls.

Mr. Simpson! Betsy was glad that no one could see her in 
the dark because she could feel her cheeks burning when 
she thought about him. A funny, warm sensation began 
between her legs every time that Betsy thought about the 
things that Mr. Simpson did to her. She knew it was 
wrong for her to let the man touch her and teach her 
those things, but it did make her feel good, just the 
way that he promised. Besides, it made Betsy feel grown 
up and daring just to know that a grown up man was 
interested in her like that!

Betsy passed down the aisle feeling important when some 
kids that she knew saw her and whispered excitedly among 
themselves. The pretty little girl passed between the 
first row and the screen and then walked up aisle D.

"What is your name again, dear? I'm sorry but I was so 
busy earlier that I don't think I caught it."

Betsy was startled, she'd stopped by the candy counter 
and since the good looking blonde clerk hadn't spoken to 
her all evening, she hadn't expected her to do so now.

"It's Betsy Morrison, ma'am," the pretty little brunette 
said quickly.

Mrs. Borden smiled at her and tossed her blonde hair 
with a shake of the head. The motion also made the older 
woman's large, creamy looking breasts jiggle under her 
tight fitting uniform top.

"Ohhh, don't be so formal, Betsy. You can call me Grace, 
I work here just like you."

Betsy smiled shyly and nodded her head, she was 
impressed by how pretty and self assured Grace was. She 
was also painfully aware of how well built the blonde 
was and wondered if she was ever going to grow up and 
look half as nice as that.

Grace reached across the counter and gently brushed 
Betsy's long dark hair back from her shoulder, letting 
the tips of her fingers touch the girl's neck as she 
did. "You look so cute in your costume, Betsy. It's very 
becoming."

The blonde's green eyes moved down over her slim body 
and without knowing why, the pretty little girl felt 
nervous. Grace smiled again as she pointed up the stairs 
behind Betsy. "It's almost intermission. You'd better go 
up and check the ladies lounge and make sure that 
everything is all right."

Betsy scurried up the stairs and put her uneasy thoughts 
about Grace out of her mind. When she checked the 
restroom and returned, Betsy heard the film end and she 
helped the other usherette open the doors.

"How's it going?"

The other girl's name was Kathy. She was older than 
Betsy, about seventeen.

"It's always confusing on the first night, you'll get 
used to it." Kathy grinned, she had blue eyes and dark, 
auburn hair. "Well, I've got to go and help Grace behind 
the counter, see you."

Betsy watched Kathy hurry away and was impressed by the 
other girl's shapely legs and the sexy way that her 
round, firm bottom swayed when she walked. The little 
brunette looked down at her own slim legs and despaired 
of their ever filling out.

The evening flew by. Everything was so new and so 
exciting that Betsy hardly noticed. Twice she'd had to 
flash her light on customers and ask them to stop 
smoking and she was surprised to note that it gave her a 
sense of power that she'd never had before.

The pretty girl stopped just inside the doors and looked 
around the auditorium. This was the second showing and 
there weren't so many patrons. Betsy only glanced up at 
the screen from time to time. The movie was filled with 
gunshots and squealing tires and she didn't care for it 
much.

She wasn't sure if it was a movement or a sound that 
caught her attention, but something drew her to the 
seats just to her right. The only people in the last 
three rows were a couple and they were pressing against 
her and from the way that their heads were moving Betsy 
could tell that they were kissing.

The slim little usherette stifled a giggle and craned 
her neck so that she could see better. Mr. Simpson had 
told her not to say anything to neckers unless they got 
out of hand or that people around them complained. Betsy 
saw the man's arm move away from the lady's shoulder and 
dropped out of sight, in a few seconds the lady 
stiffened and then began to kiss him even harder than 
before!

It wasn't so funny now. Betsy felt a small trickle of 
excitement run down the full length of her spine. Deep 
inside of her belly the little girl felt her tight 
vagina twist and the muscles around it pull. She'd seen 
other people kissing and messing around before and 
wondered why this would excite her so much.

Moving carefully and slowly, Betsy inched forward so 
that she could see down the aisle and see what the man 
was doing to make the lady sigh and wiggle so. The scene 
on the screen was being done in daylight and it cast a 
glowing silver light around the theater, enough light 
for the shocked little girl to get her wish!

The man had pulled the lady's skirt up over her tummy 
and was working his hand between her parted thighs. The 
lips of Betsy's own little pussy grew hot and moist when 
she watched the woman jerk and then shake her hips like 
that. Wicked, naughty memories of Mr. Simpson teased and 
nipped at Betsy and before she knew it, the little girl 
was excited.

The lady moved a little and Betsy was faintly shocked 
when she saw that her blouse was unbuttoned and her bare 
breasts were gleaming in the silver light. Just then, 
Betsy saw a flash of something white in the man's lap 
and once she concentrated on it, she could make out what 
it was. The lady had his big, hard prick in her hand and 
she was playing with it!!!

Betsy shivered and remembered how exciting it was to run 
her fingers up and down the length of Mr. Simpson's big 
old thing and she wondered if that other man's cock felt 
any different?

The couple kept their heads together, kissing and 
whispering while they masturbated each other. Betsy was 
so excited that her knees were shaking as she pressed 
close against the arm of a seat and openly stared at 
them. The little girl found that by bending her knees a 
little, she could force the smooth wooden armrest 
against her burning little mound and then by flexing her 
thighs she could make it rub against her there.

As she stood in the darkness, rubbing her moist little 
groove against the armrest, the lady in the seat began 
to moan softly. Most of the sounds she made were drowned 
out by the film's sound track, but Betsy was certain 
that she could hear moans, squeals, and gasps as the 
lady stiffened in the seat and began to shake as the 
man's hand flashed between her spread and shaking 
thighs. She was cumming! Betsy was shocked to see it 
happen in public like this and the fact that it was made 
it even more thrilling to her!

The woman's hand was still working up and down on the 
man's white tube of a cock and when he groaned and 
pulled her close to him, Betsy knew that he was going to 
shoot his cum! The pretty little girl sighed softly to 
herself and rubbed harder against the seat as she 
watched the two struggle for a moment. 

Betsy saw the lady shake her head and try to pull back 
but the man was stronger and in just seconds he'd 
managed to grip her by the nape of the neck and push her 
head down in his lap. She was forced to slide out of her 
seat and kneel on the floor to keep from breaking her 
neck!

For an instant, Betsy was puzzled, but then she saw the 
woman's head begin to bob up and down and she 
understood! The pretty little girl felt an awful surging 
sensation in her belly when she realized that the woman 
had the man's thick cock in her mouth. She was going to 
suck all that messy goo when it shot out of him!!!

She'd heard about women doing that for men. She'd seen 
the name scrawled on walls but somehow Betsy never 
really believed that it happened! In spite of the 
revulsion she felt, the little brunette's excitement 
didn't die away. It even grew stronger!! Betsy's legs 
were shaking as she rolled her hips harder and strained 
to see every obscene detail of what was happening. 

She could see the lady's pretty face in profile and 
watched as her ovaled lips slid up and down on the man's 
erect cock. In the dim light, she could see the prick 
glisten wetly as the lady nursed on it. The pretty 
little girl's heart was hammering in her chest and she 
was so close to her own climax that she didn't see the 
door open or hear the footsteps behind her, until it was 
way too late!!

The man on the seat was groaning, his head fell back 
against the padded seat and he began to make frantic 
thrusts. He had one hand on top of the lady's head and 
held it down while he came. Betsy gasped and shook when 
she imagined all that white mess shooting in her own 
mouth and was about to have her own little orgasm when a 
voice breathed in her ear.

"You shouldn't be playing around watching other people," 
the voice said quietly. "You're just lucky that I'm the 
one who caught you or you'd be fired before you even got 
started."

The shocked little usherette whirled away from the 
wooden armrest. Her slender body was shrieking with 
protest and demanding that last few hard thrusts that it 
would take her to climax. Before her, the humiliated 
little girl saw the head usher, a tall, handsome boy 
named Rick. The look she saw in his snapping eyes sent a 
charge of excitement and fear through her.

Rick paused and took a long look over Betsy's shoulder, 
then, grinning, he took hold of her arm and, pushing her 
ahead of him, started hurrying down the aisle toward the 
door that led backstage.

The minute the door shut behind them, Rick began to 
laugh. He still held her by the arm as he led Betsy 
behind the tall screen and to a small alcove by the back 
wall.

It was all so frightening and confusing! Betsy looked 
around her and shivered. The sound from the film was far 
away, the speakers were pointed in another direction, 
but the little girl could see the gigantic reverse 
images on the screen before them. 

Betsy stared in shock at what looked like a gigantic 
moving pillar before she realized that the image she 
saw, the image that was taller than she was, was a close 
up of a man's finger dialing a phone!! She didn't know 
why the head usher had brought her back here and she was 
worried beyond words!

Rick stood by the wall and was talking into a phone 
extension that hung there. Betsy stood very still where 
he left her and looked around. The back wall jogged for 
some reason and formed a small semi-room. The surprised 
little girl saw a table, a couple of chairs and a cot 
covered with a bedspread in the space.

Rick hung up the phone and flopped down on the cot. He 
was smiling at her as he motioned for her to come to 
him. "Hey, kid! Come over here and sit. I want to have a 
little talk to you."

Betsy didn't want to go over there. Something about the 
way that Rick looked at her frightened Betsy, but the 
thought of getting fired on her first night on the job 
was even more frightening, so she obeyed.

Hesitantly, Betsy moved toward the slim head usher. He 
was so handsome and looked so good in his form-fitting 
uniform that Betsy felt awkward and awed. Their fingers 
touched and the pretty little twelve-year-old shuddered. 
That funny, wiggling feeling flared back to life between 
her legs.

Pulling her down on the cot beside him, the handsome 
young man grinned at Betsy. "Was that the first time 
that you ever saw some chick giving a guy a blow job?"

Betsy was so embarrassed and shocked by Rick's blunt 
question that she had to hide her face in her hands.

Rick chuckled and Betsy was so shaken that she didn't 
react when he slipped his arm around her shoulders. "A 
pretty little chick like you shouldn't have to rub her 
cunt against a seat just to get off," Rick whispered. 
"At least not when there's someone like me around to 
take care of you."

He didn't give Betsy a chance to protest. Rick knew 
exactly what to do and he did it with such ease that 
Betsy didn't know what was happening to her until she 
found herself lying flat on her back with the good 
looking head usher bending over her.

He kissed her and this time, when she felt the pressure 
of his tongue, the trembling little girl knew what was 
expected of her. She opened her mouth and let his 
muscular, slippery tongue slip past her lips and search 
for her own. At the same time, the older boy's hands 
were moving over Betsy's hips and down her smooth, 
hairless thighs.

She was so surprised that she couldn't resist him. 
Rick's knowing hands drifted down over her bare thighs 
and each splayed finger left a glowing path of 
excitement on her flesh.

Their tongues were flicking and lashing against each 
other and with each passing second, the inexperienced 
little girl became hotter and more eager. Shyly, Betsy's 
arms lifted and wrapped around Rick's neck. She used her 
hold to lift herself off the bed and press her glowing 
body against his while he caressed her thighs and gently 
pushed them apart.

Betsy shuddered when she felt the boy's hand pressing 
against the silk-soft flesh of her inner thighs and she 
lifted herself again, using her splayed feet to press 
herself against his muscular body.

When the kiss ended, Rick sat up but he kept one hand 
between the gasping little brunette's legs as he used 
the other to unbutton his tight tunic. Betsy couldn't 
believe what was happening to her! The lovely girl shook 
and shivered as the older boy's hand moved up her bare 
flesh until the backs of his knuckles were pressing 
firmly against the swollen outline of her hairless 
little cunt!

"Please," Betsy whispered faintly. "I...I'm only 
twelve...you can't... ohhhhh!!" Rick had ignored her and 
forced the elastic of her uniform panties and her own 
tight briefs aside and had pressed two fingers in 
against the velvet soft flesh of her vulva!

"Don't kid me," the handsome head usher panted as he 
pulled his hand away long enough to slide the sleeve of 
his tunic down over it and then sent his extended 
fingers back under her clothing again. "I know Newt 
Simpson better than anyone around here and I can promise 
you that he doesn't hire any chicks around here that 
don't put out up front!!"

Betsy wanted to protest again, but the fingers had found 
the puffy separation of her wet little pussy lips and 
she gasped as they plunged in and found the stiff bud of 
her clitoris.

"Agggghhh...Oooooo, he...he didn't do it to me," the 
trembling little girl moaned as she shook her head from 
side to side. "I'm a virgin. He didn't make me let him 
put it in!!" Betsy's slim body was jerking and rolling, 
Rick's expert fingers were twisting and twirling in her 
plump little mound sending rocket bursts of pleasure up 
her spine each time that her rigid love bud was mashed 
or brushed!!

Then one of Rick's fingers began to press against the 
mouth of Betsy's little pussy and the girl moaned with 
pain and fear. "Unnnggghhh... you're hurting me! Owwww!" 
The lovely little girl was so busy trying to roll her 
stinging cunt away from the older boy's finger that she 
didn't see his free hand as it jerked his fly open and 
pull his long, skinny erection into view.

The blunt tip of the boy's finger found the taut 
membrane that told of the groaning little girl's 
virginity and Rick snorted in surprise. "Christ! You 
were telling me the truth." His other finger was still 
massaging the swollen tip of Betsy's little clitoris and 
the mixture of pain and pleasure that she felt was mind 
bending!

"What did you do for him, honey? I know Simpson, he 
didn't let you out of that office before you made him 
cum. What did you have to do to make him shoot his load 
for you?"

Betsy opened her mouth, but, instead of words, all that 
came out was a long drawn out grunt of pleasure!! The 
lovely little girl's dark eyes popped open and she 
stared with sightless amazement at the grinning boy as 
he finger fucked her into squealing, jerking orgasm!!!

"Awwwwuuuugggghhh!! Oh,...I... huuuunnnnggg!!!" Betsy 
couldn't breathe. She gasped and bucked wildly as she 
fought to fill her aching lungs with air, but each time, 
another heavy jolt of pleasure would rush through her 
and take her breath with it!!

"Tell me about it, honey," Rick demanded as he continued 
to work his finger in her. "Tell me what you did for 
Simpson!!"

Betsy moaned, her hands crept down and gripped Rick at 
the wrist, pressing his hand against her squirming 
bottom.

"What did you do?"

"Oooooo," Betsy moaned as the intense pleasure 
sensations began to fade and she could breathe again. 
"I... used my hand!" The shaken child formed a circle 
with her thumb and forefinger and made an obscene 
shaking motion to show the handsome usher what she'd 
done.

Rick shrugged and pulled the trembling child to a 
sitting position beside him. "I'll settle for that, kid. 
A hand job for starters, anyway." For the first time, 
Betsy saw that the older boy had his pants open and she 
stared in dull surprise at his cock as it jerked and 
twitched in front of her.

The waves of her orgasm were still rippling and washing 
inside of her and Betsy didn't hesitate for a moment. 
The little girl wrapped her fingers around the warm, 
pulsating shaft of the head usher's long, scary cock.

Rick sighed happily as Betsy began to masturbate him. 
The handsome usher leaned back so that the blushing 
little girl's hand had a free stroke up and down the 
long steel length of his erect cock.

Betsy stared at Rick's big dong and shivered. She liked 
the feel of Rick's warm flesh against hers and enjoyed 
the pleased groans and sighing sounds that he made as 
she jacked him off. The pretty little girl was surprised 
because she didn't feel any guilt. In fact, playing with 
Rick's long hardon made Betsy feel excited and happy.

"That's nice, little girl," Rick sighed as he hugged 
Betsy closer and watched her masturbate him.

The handsome head usher's hands moved under her rocking 
arm and in a few moments Betsy was surprised and a 
little shocked to feel her uniform top slacken and fall 
away from her heated body. It was apparent that Rick 
knew exactly where the snaps and the zipper were. Betsy 
realized that Rick had undressed a lot of usherettes 
before! 

For a moment, the surprised little brunette paused and 
wondered if she shouldn't try to get away from Rick. But 
then the handsome older boy slipped one of his hands 
under her loosened top and the feel of his warm fingers 
as they closed around the firm mound of her budding 
breast was so nice that the idea was turned to steam by 
the pleasure.

Betsy moaned and shuddered when the boy's fingers found 
her pointed little nipples and pinched and twisted at 
them. The pretty child's fingers tightened around Rick's 
throbbing cock and she increased the speed of her stroke 
until her hand was only a white blur in the dim 
backstage light.

Rick grunted and squeezed harder at the small globe of 
her forming breast. His voice sounded thick and slurred 
when he spoke to Betsy. "Agggghhh, keep it up, kid!" 
Rick stiffened and, for an exciting moment, Betsy 
thought that he was going to cum. 

The excited little girl felt a hot, burning itch deep in 
the tight sleeve of her untried vagina as she stared at 
the swollen, purplish head of the head usher's cock. 
"Remember that lady in the last row? Have you ever done 
that? Have you ever sucked a nice hard prick?"

Betsy groaned, her eyes bulged in her head, and when she 
thought about letting the fat head that she was staring 
at in her moist little mouth, her stomach spun and shook 
with disgust and excitement!!

"What's the matter, don't you want to talk about it? I 
saw you, honey. You were wearing out that armrest with 
your hot pussy when you saw that other cunt gobble that 
guy's cock and drink his cum!!"

"Oooooo, don't talk about that," the pretty little girl 
pleaded. "It makes me feel... sick."

Rick laughed and hugged her tighter. His hand worked 
over the smooth curve of her rib cage and fastened 
around one of her hard little breasts again, making the 
little girl gasp and shiver as she responded to the 
fierce pleasure that she experienced.

"Oh, no, honey," the handsome older boy crooned as he 
let his fingers dance over Betsy's slender young body. 
"Not sick, excited! You can't fool me, I saw how you 
jumped and wiggled when that bitch swallowed that guy's 
big cock!" Betsy moaned and squeezed even harder at the 
handsome boy's jerking, pulsating cock.

Rick groaned and shivered. The excited little girl felt 
his long erection grow in her fist and she pumped even 
harder. She wanted to see it happen again, wanted to 
watch the white fountain of his cum. Suddenly, Betsy 
realized that more than anything she wanted that!!!

"You should learn," Rick gushed as he stroked Betsy's 
trim, healthy body, making the excited little girl moan 
and quiver as wave after delightful wave of pleasure 
swept over her. "You are a pretty chick and every pretty 
chick should know how to slip a fat cock in her mouth 
and make her man moan when she sucks on it."

Betsy whimpered. She couldn't drag her eyes away from 
the thick, pulpy head of Rick's throbbing cock. His 
words ran and echoed in her ears as she stared at the 
handsome usher's bloated erection.

"Ohhh, baby! I'm going to cum!! Get down there and take 
it in your mouth!!"

Betsy didn't move and she was rewarded by a hard slap 
against the side of her head.

"Suck it, whore! And don't you dare let a drop of it get 
on my uniform!!" The young head usher jerked at her and 
Betsy, caught off balance, was pulled off the cot.

She wasn't fast enough and that earned her another slap 
while Rick pulled her head down toward his long, white 
mushroom of a cock. "Suck my cock, honey. That's what 
it's going to cost you to keep me from going to the boss 
and telling him that you won't do!!"

It wasn't fair! Betsy felt herself weaken when she 
thought about the good that extra money would do. She 
began to whimper when she imagined what her friends 
would say when they heard that she lost her job on the 
first night and worst of all, the lovely little girl 
felt the last of her resistance rip away when she 
imagined what it would be like to slip the fat crown of 
the handsome boy's cock in her mouth!!

"Annnnggghhhh," Rick moaned when Betsy relaxed and 
allowed his hand to push her head down to meet the 
bloated crown of his prick and she was forced to give it 
a long, loving kiss!!

The velvet flesh of Rick's glans slipped delightfully 
across the nerve endings of her lips. Betsy shuddered 
and kissed it again. She loved the feel of his penis and 
the idea made her tingle all over. This time, the 
excited little girl didn't hesitate. She mashed her full 
lips against the cock and even dared flick at it with 
the tip of her pink little tongue.

Rick groaned and pulled her closer.

Betsy knew what the boy wanted and, while her sweaty 
fist continued its rapid up and down stroke she opened 
her lips and sucked the mushroom-shaped head of the 
prick into her saliva filled mouth!

"Aggghhh! Yeah!! Suck it. Gobble my cock, honey!" Rick's 
hips began to jerk and the thrilled twelve-year-old felt 
his iron-hard erection swell and then buck hard as the 
first hot stream of his cum shot out and clogged her 
small mouth! 

Betsy moaned with a twisted excitement. The thick liquid 
coated her teeth, clogged her throat and was threatening 
to squirt out of her tightly pursed lips, she had to 
swallow it or choke! The pretty child's throat muscles 
worked and then worked again and her churning belly was 
filled with his hot seed!

As the bus came closer and closer to her stop, Betsy 
could feel her nerves crawling under her skin. The 
pretty little brunette stared out of the window and 
shook her head when she thought about the things that 
had happened to her during the day.

"It wasn't bad enough for me to do that with Mr. 
Simpson," Betsy told herself. "We need the money and I 
guess there was some excuse, but when Rick..." Betsy 
shivered happily when she thought about the head usher. 
He was so strong and so exciting!

Betsy's pointed tongue worked back and forth behind her 
teeth. She'd rinsed her mouth out when Rick let her go, 
but even with that she was sure that she could taste the 
yeasty tang of the boy's thick cum.

"Whore! He called me that and that's what I am!" Betsy 
shook herself and pressed her lips together in a tight, 
hard line. "I'm not supposed to do things like that, 
much less like it! What would happen if Mom found out 
what I'm doing?"

She felt ashamed and dirty thinking about her mother. 
Julia was such a good woman, so hard working and clean, 
Betsy was shamed when she thought about what she'd been 
doing. The little girl shifted uneasily, feeling a moist 
trickle of love juice leaking out of her plump pussy. 
That, and the ripples of dirty excitement that she felt, 
worried her. Could she tell? When Betsy got home, would 
her mother be able to look at her and know what she'd 
been doing?

She was so wrapped up in her morbid thoughts that she 
almost missed her stop. Hurriedly, the little twelve-
year-old jerked the bell cord and stepped off the bus. 
The pussy juice was still leaking out of her and made 
the hairless folds of her puffy little cunt rub and slip 
as they brushed together.

It was almost midnight and Betsy was worried. She hadn't 
been able to call her mother and tell her how late she 
would be and she was worried that her mother would be 
angry and upset. The pretty little brunette had a whole 
mouthful of excuses ready when she stepped through the 
door, but the second that she saw the glowing smile on 
her mother's pretty face and the man sitting on the 
couch, she realized that she wouldn't need them.

"Are you all right, darling? I was so worried, but I 
hoped that you were working. Did you get the job?"

Betsy heard the words, but realized with a pang that her 
mother wasn't really worried. The man leaning back on 
the couch, looking at her, had kept her busy.

"Yes, Betsy bubbled happily. "I got the job and I can 
make a lot of money. Mr. Simpson, he's the manager, 
says..." Her happy words were stilled as her mother 
shook her head in mock anger.

"Ohhhh, no, it's late! You slip off to bed right now, 
young lady! You can tell me all about your lovely job in 
the morning!!" Julia caught her by the arm and only 
paused long enough to perform a quick introduction 
before she steered the surprised little brunette out of 
the room. "Dave, this little waif is my daughter, Betsy. 
Betsy, this is Mr. Henry. He works in my office. Say 
goodnight and slip off to bed, baby."

Before she realized what was happening to her, Betsy was 
in her room with her mother standing at the door. Julia 
had a serious look on her face. "Now, go to sleep, baby. 
I'll shut the connecting door. See you in the morning."

Betsy was shocked. She stared at the closed door to her 
room and shook her head in wonder. It was obvious that 
her mother wanted to be alone with that man. For the 
first time in her life, the little girl realized that 
her mother was a human, that she got lonely - and that 
she needed sex!!

Betsy was shaken. She knew that a part of her childhood 
was dead, that reality had pushed in and destroyed 
something very fragile and steadying in her life.

She was tired. Pushing her thoughts aside, Betsy 
hurriedly stripped out of her clothes and into her 
nightgown. The pretty little girl refused to think about 
what was happening to her and around her. She snapped 
off the lamp beside her bed and felt the sleep creeping 
in on her before her small head hit the pillow.

Something, a sound, a feeling woke her up! Betsy found 
herself sitting upright in her bed, staring around her 
darkened bedroom. The little girl's heart was beating 
hard and her breath was coming in short, panicky bursts. 
At last, Betsy realized that there was nothing 
threatening in the room and began to relax. The little 
girl was ready to laugh at her fears and go back to 
sleep when she heard a low, wavering moan of pain and 
pleasure!

The little brunette felt her nerves jump under her skin 
and the hairs on the back of her neck lift. Betsy jumped 
out of bed and headed for her door. That moan wasn't a 
dream. It was real. And it was coming from her mother's 
bedroom!

Betsy didn't know what to expect. She could not imagine 
what would make Julia moan and whimper the way she was. 
The little girl was frightened and nervous as she crept 
down the darkened hallway that led to her mother's 
bedroom. With each step she took, the little girl could 
hear her mother groaning and whispering to someone.

"Awwwwgh, God! Oh, baby, I...you can't know! Ohhh, 
honey, it's been so long!" She recognized the sound in 
her mother's voice and Betsy was tempted to turn around 
and run back to her room. But the memory of that lady in 
the audience taunted Betsy and called to her. The little 
girl felt a sweet stirring between her slender thighs 
and knew that she couldn't stop. She had to know, had to 
see what her mother was doing!

The door to the bedroom was partly open, and Betsy found 
that she could see into Julia's room by pressing her eye 
against the crack by the hinges. The lamp over her 
mother's bed was on and it bathed the room in a muted, 
pink light. Betsy felt her knees shake with excitement 
when she saw her mother, lying spread-eagled on the bed. 
Mr. Henry was kneeling over her and they were both 
naked!

The pretty twelve-year-old shuddered and slowly sank to 
her knees as she watched the big man work a stiff 
forefinger in and out of her mother's dark, hairy sex. 
Each time that the finger sank home, Julia would groan 
or gasp and shake her naked bottom. At the same time 
that Dave Henry used his finger to rouse and torment 
her, the lovely woman's clenched fist jerked and pulled 
on his huge, swollen cock!

Betsy couldn't tear her eyes away from the prick that 
her mother was so lovingly stroking. The head of the 
penis was so big that it made Betsy's tummy twist and 
turn, it was an angry, dark red, almost purple, and in 
its one blind eye, she could see thick drops of clear 
liquid seeping out and drooling over her fingers.

Without thinking, the little girl's own fingers crept up 
under her shorty nightgown, then slipped under the 
elastic waistband of the bottoms. It felt nice when she 
ran her hand down over the soft curve of her belly and 
then pressed her fingers against the fatty flesh that 
covered her hairless little mound.

While her mother gasped and whispered to the strange 
man, the small brunette pressed one of her fingers 
between the puffy lips of her pussy and wiggled it 
around, wetting it in the slick, clear oil of her love 
juice. Betsy still stared at Mr. Henry's big, hairy cock 
and when she caught herself wondering what it would 
taste like and how it would feel as it slipped into her 
open mouth she had to press her free hand against her 
mouth to keep from squealing out loud.

"In me," Julia panted as she pulled at the naked man. 
"Please, Dave, I need it inside of me!" The handsome man 
chuckled and shook his head. Julia moaned and tried 
again to pull him on top of her naked, writhing body. 
"Please! Fuck me, Dave!"

"You're not ready yet," Dave whispered, a large grin 
creasing his face. "You'll have to work if you want it, 
Julia. You made me wait for a long time, now it's your 
turn."

Mr. Henry was smiling, but Betsy could sense something 
dangerous about him and that sense of danger was so 
thrilling that the little girl shuddered and tried to 
force the tip of her finger into the tight, unused 
throat of her vagina.

Dave pulled his finger out of Betsy's mother's cunt and 
Julia moaned as she tried to arch her body up off the 
bed to follow it. The grinning man caught a handful of 
the poor woman's thick, dark hair and jerked, pulling 
her up until her bruised-looking lips were pressed 
against the wet tip of his hard, throbbing cock.

Betsy knew what was coming. She felt her whole body 
begin to glow with excitement and she pressed her little 
finger so deep in the tight grip of her love sheath that 
the tip pressed painfully against her tightly stretched 
hymen.

Mr. Henry laughed softly when her mother whimpered and 
Betsy pressed closer to the door and strained to hear 
every word that he hissed at her. "Get on it, honey! I 
can tell that you want to suck it! Wrap those lips 
around my cock and suck it. Earn the fucking that you 
are begging for!"

A tiny moan of sympathy oozed out of Betsy when she saw 
her mother blush and wiggle. Mr. Henry jerked at her 
hair and the lovely brunette moaned as her lips went 
slack and allowed the greasy-looking head of the penis 
to slip past them and enter her mouth.

Betsy's own mouth fell open and a small, rippling orgasm 
rumbled through her. Julia gasped and mumbled, her words 
muffled by the thick post of flesh that stuffed her 
mouth. Even as she jiggled her finger back and forth 
over her stiff little clitoris, Betsy knew that all she 
had to do was keep on going and she could cum again!

"I was right," Dave Henry whispered as he forced her 
mother's head to bob back and forth on the head of his 
prick. Even across the room, Betsy could hear the lewd, 
smacking sounds that Julia's mouth was making as she 
struggled to swallow almost half of the thick probe.

The shaken twelve-year-old remembered the strange, slick 
feeling of Rick's cock as it slid back and forth over 
her tongue and wondered if that sensation pleased her 
mother as much as it had her. Julia was moaning and 
making small protest sounds while she pursed her lips 
tight around the thick shaft of the man's big prick and 
sucked. 

But Betsy noticed that, at the same time, her hips were 
making a slow, revolving motion and her hands were 
slowly moving around his muscular thighs and pulling him 
closer as she meekly serviced his throbbing erection.

"Ooooo, yeah. You can't fool me, darling," Mr. Henry 
breathed. His head fell back and his eyes closed while 
he smiled. "You know how to give head! Someone took a 
lot of time with you and taught you how to suck cock 
like a dream!"

He was right! Betsy trembled as she watched the expert 
way that her mother twisted her head and pressed 
forward, jamming another two fat inches of cock in her 
mouth. The whole scene was more than Betsy could stand. 
The pretty child sighed softly and wiggled her own trim 
little bottom when she realized what she was seeing. 
Never again could she look at her mother as that clam, 
serene person who was so much under control, so 
unruffled that nothing could ever really touch her.

Julia mumbled something. Her pelvis was jerking and 
Betsy gasped with shock and Dave laughed when the 
beautiful woman's hand crept down over her belly and a 
finger dipped deep and straight into the fleshy crease 
of her sex.

"Is it good? Is that how you've been making it? Do you 
sneak off a few times a day and finger fuck yourself, 
baby?"

Betsy felt angry and ashamed for her mother when Julia 
was forced to nod her head and try to suck even harder 
on the cock in a mute effort to please the man.

Julia's thighs were spread wide and Betsy could see the 
deep pink flesh of her mother's inner membranes as they 
flashed and glistened in the light. Julia never stopped 
sucking while she fingered herself. Betsy could hear the 
rasping, vibrating sounds that her mother's mouth made 
as she shamelessly sucked and nursed on the handsome 
man's prick.

"Do you really need it? Do you want my cock inside of 
you, baby?" Julia's cheeks were a bright red and Betsy 
knew that she was ashamed - but apparently shame wasn't 
enough to stop her because she nodded her head and 
hugged the man even tighter than before.

Dave groaned happily when he used his grip in Julia's 
hair to pull her sucking lips away from the pulpy head 
of his big dong. Betsy gasped softly and excitedly 
pinched at her firm little clit when she saw how much 
larger and darker his glans looked after her mother had 
mouthed it.

"Roll over, honey. I'll take care of you. I'll fuck you 
until you'll think that you're dying!"

Betsy's frilly shorty bottoms were in her way and, while 
she watched her lovely, naked mother eagerly roll over 
on her belly then pull herself up until she knelt on all 
fours before the man, she pulled them down.

"You got it right," Dave chuckled as he moved in behind 
Julia. "I know that somewhere, sometime, some smart stud 
had his hands on you and taught you the way to take care 
of a man!"

Julia moaned and shook her bottom, making the fleshy 
cheeks of her ass quiver and tremble as she offered 
herself up to him.

It was shocking and terrible, but Betsy knew in her 
heart that the laughing, sneering man was right. Her 
mother, her cool, sophisticated mother, was no stranger 
to this sort of thing and it was even more apparent that 
she wanted it so badly that she would do anything to get 
it!

Betsy's panties were down to her knees. The pretty child 
had hiked her gown up over her waist and was shamelessly 
wiggling her near naked body as her small finger wormed 
its way in and out of her puffy, pouting pussy. It was 
dirty and naughty but it felt sooo good!

Julia whimpered but didn't answer the taunting challenge 
in Dave's voice. Betsy shivered and felt herself begin 
to tremble terribly as she watched the big man press his 
naked body against her mother's raised bottom and fit 
the bloated tip of his prick between the ivory smooth 
cheeks of her shapely ass.

For a terrible moment, the little girl thought that the 
man was going to force his big rammer into the wrong 
place. Betsy knew about sodomy, she knew that people 
sometimes used the wrong place to make love, but she'd 
always hated and feared the idea before. But, when Betsy 
saw the thick, discolored head of Dave Henry's big dong 
move between her mother's buttocks, she was shocked to 
feel a sharp, twisting sensation in her own puckered 
anal opening.

Julia knelt at an angle and Betsy could see every move 
of the hard cock as it pressed closer to her trembling 
mother's bottom. Julia moaned and her little daughter 
sighed with relief when the big prick skidded over the 
pink rosette of her anus and bulled its way between the 
hair-fringed lips of her sex.

"Annngghh," Julia groaned when the saliva-coated shaft 
of Dave's cock followed the enlarged head of his cock 
into her love groove. "Go slow, darling, oooo, it feels 
so big! Go slow. Don't hurt me with your big, fat cock!" 
The words meant one thing, but Betsy could hear 
something else in the tone of her mother's voice. It was 
as if Julia wanted him to hurt her, wanted Mr. Henry to 
split her in half with his huge cock and was giving him 
the needed invitation to do it!

"Ahhh, it feels big. You like it big, don't you, Julia? 
You want me to fill this tight little cunt of yours with 
meat, don't you?"

There was a mean, thin-lipped smile on the handsome 
man's face. Betsy saw Dave's fingers sink into the soft 
flesh of her mother's waist and pull her back to meet 
the hard bulk of his big spear.

"Oooowwaaaahhh!" Julia's shapely body vibrated.

Betsy shuddered as the thick inches of the man's prick 
were forced into her mother's body and she felt her own 
hard little clitoris swell until it hurt. "Unnngghh," 
Julia moaned. "You're tearing me! Ohhh, god, annnggghh!"

Julia's head fell, her hair covered her face as she 
began to slowly shake it back and forth. Betsy moaned 
softly and pressed even harder at the thin barrier that 
kept her finger out of the moist, twisting pit of her 
own virginal love slot. The lovely little girl felt her 
flesh crawl as she inched even closer to the door and 
watched her mother's large, firm breasts swing and slap 
against each other. 

Betsy was especially drawn to the long, thick fingers of 
her mother's nipples as they stood out dark and swollen 
from the smooth curves of her breasts. For a reason that 
she didn't understand, Betsy wished that she was in the 
room with them. And what was worse and more disturbing, 
she wished that she was lying beneath those swaying 
globes and could take them in her pink mouth and suck 
and suck on them like she used to do when she was a 
baby!

Dave grunted and moaned. He thrust and slammed himself 
at Julia and the sound of his lean belly slapping 
against her mother's fleshy ass cheeks excited Betsy. 
The lovely little brunette groaned softly and wiggled 
her finger in the wet, slippery mouth of her pussy. Her 
sore little clit burned and stung, but the pleasure that 
she felt was so much stronger than the pain that she 
didn't consider stopping.

"Shake your ass, woman," Dave snarled as he drove 
himself into Julia's stretched cunt. "Roll you hips and 
make your pussy eat my cock!"

Betsy was shocked that he would talk to her mother like 
that, she was even more shocked when she realized that 
Julia liked it and did as she was told!

Apparently, the suffering woman didn't move fast enough 
to please him. Mr. Henry grinned as he brought the broad 
flat of his palm down on her white bottom. He was 
spanking her! "I said, shake it! Come on, don't yell! 
You'll wake your kid and you wouldn't want her to see 
you getting stuffed like this, would you?" Julia 
squealed and shook, red finger marks appeared on her ass 
and she frantically began to shake. As she did, her 
climax caught her and she wailed and cried.

"Aaaaiieeee! Oooo, cum! Please, Dave, cum in my pussy, 
fill me up!" Betsy began to tremble, her own small body 
took on a glow and she had to bite down hard on her 
knuckle to keep from screaming out loud as she had an 
orgasm, too!

"Oooo, Mama, how could you? How...aaaaiiieeee!!!" A 
trickle of juice wet her fingers and the shaking little 
girl didn't know if it was love juice or pee, or both. 
All she knew was that it was lovely to wiggle and twist 
as she dreamed of a cock of her very own!

Betsy slowly shook her head and hugged herself as she 
stepped down from her bus and stood on the street 
corner. She needed a few minutes to gather her thoughts. 
Betsy felt like her whole world had turned upside down 
and she was lost. There were no familiar bases to touch, 
any more.

It had been so hard to talk to Julia this morning. Betsy 
felt like crying when she remembered how she'd stared at 
her mother as if she'd never seen her before in her 
life. "Well, that's the way it is, isn't it? I've never 
seen her do things like that before. I never even 
thought that she knew about things like that!"

The pretty twelve-year-old felt a dull resentment inside 
her when she thought about Julia. She felt cheated and 
lied to, as if her mother had been playing a game with 
her all these years. Betsy knew that Julia was only 
human, but when she thought about her mother, all she 
could see was her twisted face and hear again the 
guttural groans and snorts of delight that she made when 
Mr. Henry's big prick slid in and out of her!

Betsy was tense and uneasy. She could feel that silky, 
twisting feeling in her belly. It never seemed to go 
away any more. It was with her all the time and only 
became stronger when she thought about the dirty things 
that she'd done and seen in the past two days.

Betsy wanted to turn right around and go home. She 
didn't want to go in early and help Mr. Simpson get the 
house ready for the Saturday early show, but she 
couldn't go home. "Ohhh, darling, this is wonderful! I 
never dreamed that you could make that much money on a 
job at the movie!" 

Betsy grimaced when she remembered how her mother had 
hugged her and kissed her, kissed her with the same lips 
that she used to suck Dave Henry's prick! "Thank you! 
This is going to help so much. Maybe now we can do some 
of the things that we want to do. You're great, Bets!"

There was no going home. There was no being a happy, 
silly little girl again.

Somehow she'd stepped over an invisible line and she 
could never get back.

Looking up, Betsy saw the big clock on the jewelry shop 
and realized that she would be late if she didn't hurry. 
The pretty little brunette forced her fears and her 
doubts out of her mind and began to scurry down the 
sidewalk toward the Majestic. Mr. Simpson had promised 
her extra money if she would come in early today and 
help and extra money was the only thing on her mind when 
she slipped in the back door of the theater.

Newton Simpson sat on one of the large couches in the 
lobby. When he saw Betsy, the theater manager checked 
his watch and nodded his head. "Right on time. I like 
that, Betsy."

The little girl looked down. She just couldn't bring 
herself to look the man in the eye. From the first 
second that she came in she felt that twisting sensation 
grow stronger than ever and no matter what she did, she 
found herself thinking bout his big penis!

"What should I do first, Mr. Simpson?" Betsy asked in a 
faint voice. The handsome theater manager chuckled and 
looked around him. At first, Betsy didn't understand. 
Then, when she followed his gaze, she began to catch his 
meaning. The candy counter was stocked and ready to go, 
the carpets had been vacuumed, and without having to 
look, she knew that the auditorium would be clean and 
ready.

"I...I thought that I was supposed to come in and help 
you this morning," Betsy stammered. "Did I make a 
mistake?"

Newton Simpson was smiling as he stood up. The slender 
little girl watched the man coming closer to her and was 
ashamed when she realized that her knees were shaking.

"no, you didn't make a mistake, honey," the man said 
quietly as he slipped his hand under Betsy's thick, long 
hair and caressed her slender arched neck. "I wanted you 
to come early for another reason."

Betsy shivered and couldn't resist the sudden impulse to 
move closer to Mr. Simpson.

"I wanted to be alone with you so that we could get to 
know each other better and to have some time to tell you 
about some other ways that I have for you to make extra 
money. A lot of extra money."

The plump, down-covered lips of her small pussy grew hot 
and firm and Betsy could feel them swell apart, letting 
a few drops of her slick lube leak out of her and wet 
the form-fitting crotch of her panties. The twelve-year-
old knew full well what he meant when he said he wanted 
to "know each other better" and she was interested.

They didn't speak as they walked up the stairs that led 
to Newton's office. The man kept his arm around the 
little girl's shoulders and their legs brushed and 
touched as they walked. From time to time, Betsy peeked 
sideways at the front of Mr. Simpson's slacks and the 
large, growing bulge that she saw there made her feel 
all soft and melty inside.

Other than holding her close to him, Mr. Simpson made no 
other move to touch Betsy until they were safely inside 
of his office and his door was locked tight. Newton 
turned and found Betsy standing in the middle of the 
room staring at him with her large dark eyes.

Mr. Simpson took her by the hand and led Betsy to a 
couch and they sat. The man was confident and took his 
time, one arm slipped behind his shoulders and his free 
hand casually dropped down on Betsy's bare knee. To 
distract her, Newton began to speak softly in her ear.

"Did you think about what we did yesterday?" He didn't 
give Betsy a chance to answer before he went on. "I'll 
bet you did. I'll bet that it still makes you feel wet 
and funny when you remember how good it felt when I put 
my fingers in you."

His hand had crept up her bare thigh. The little girl 
watched it. The strange, sideways way that it moved 
reminded her of a big, warm spider. The twelve-year-old 
child trembled when the hand slipped out of view under 
her short skirt, but she didn't say a word. She didn't 
make a move to pull away from him. When Newton's hand 
pressed in between her thighs, Betsy sighed and 
obediently spread them, opening the way for him to press 
against the fat outline of her moist little cunt.

"I've been thinking about you," the theater manager 
sighed as he cupped her mound and gave it a gentle 
squeeze. "It makes me feel good when I remember how nice 
it felt to have you play with my prick."

She couldn't help it. Betsy was already staring at the 
big outline of his cock as it strained against his fly 
and when he began to talk about it, her small hands 
darted out and pressed against it!

"I knew it! I knew that you were just the girl I've been 
looking for around here," Newton sighed happily. "If 
you'll just do what I say you can have a lot of fun and 
make good money, too. You can work a few mornings a week 
when our Film Club meets and after that...well, I'll 
tell you about that when you're ready for it."

It was so nice. Betsy wiggled happily and spread her 
slim, childish legs farther apart. Her fingers pressed 
and explored the bulge of Newton's big dong all the way 
from his heavy balls to the mushroom-shaped head. She 
liked this, all she had to do was relax and respond to 
the knowing touch of Mr. Simpson's hands. Each time that 
he touched her, it made Betsy feel even better and the 
pleasure blotted out her worries and those awful 
thoughts she had about her mother.

Slowly, Newton's hand crept up over her tummy, Betsy 
sighed and wiggled, she liked his touch, liked to grind 
the firm cheeks of her bottom against the couch. The 
waistband of her panties was hooked and he began to pull 
them down. The silky material brushed against her flesh 
and Betsy lifted her wiggling bottom off of the seat 
long enough for him to peel her panties down to her 
knees.

A thick finger slowly, gently pressed into the tight 
throat of her baby pussy, making Betsy gasp and jerk her 
pelvis high so that he had more room. "Do you like that, 
baby? Does it make you feel good when I play with you?"

"Oooooo, yes, Mr. Simpson," Betsy cooed. Her fingers dug 
into the material of his slacks and tried to close 
around his throbbing hardon. "It makes me feel goooood!"

Newton chuckled softly and pulled Betsy toward him for a 
second. The trembling little girl felt the zipper at the 
back of her top being pulled down and moaned when the 
tips of his fingers brushed down the length of her naked 
backbone. "I'm glad," Newton whispered as he pulled the 
loosened top down over Betsy's slim shoulders, then 
tossed it aside. "I wanted you to enjoy this. That's why 
I had you come in early, so that we could take all the 
time we need to make you feel extra good!"

Betsy felt shy when the man stared at the small mounds 
of her budding breasts but the shyness faded when he 
gently pressed against them with his hand and tweaked 
each pointed little pink nub.

Next came the skirt. Mr. Simpson lifted her up on his 
lap, unzipped her short skirt, pulling it down as he 
lifted her. Betsy shivered, all she wore were her long, 
shin-high white socks and black shiny shoes.

"You're pretty," Newton breathed as he stroked the naked 
little girl. "I like pretty girls like you." He dipped 
his head and caught one of Betsy's firm little tits in 
her mouth.

The little brunette shuddered and sighed happily when 
the man sucked the whole of her tiny breast into his 
mouth, using his wet tongue to lash back and forth over 
the nipple.

At the same time that he sucked and kissed each apple-
sized breast, Mr. Simpson's other hand was working 
between her legs. Betsy spread them wide, lifting one 
thigh and letting her other leg dangle down over his 
knee and point at the floor. The pretty twelve-year-old 
shuddered and began to make a thrusting, jerking motion 
with her pelvis as a knowing finger twirled and flexed 
in her and opened her, smearing her slippery lube over 
her legs and tummy.

Betsy could feel Newton's big stalk pressing up against 
her tingling bottom and all she could think about was 
the way that her mother had groaned and shuddered when 
Mr. Henry pushed his big thing into her. Could she stand 
it? Did she dare let Mr. Simpson do a thing like that to 
her?

It wasn't really up to Betsy. The handsome theater 
manager had a plan of his own and there was no way that 
the little girl could resist him, even if she wanted to.

"Wait a second, honey," Mr. Simpson finally muttered as 
he lifted the naked girl off of his lap and sat her 
beside him. Newton leaned forward and jerked off his 
jacket then undid his tie and his white shirt. In 
seconds, the startled little girl found herself staring 
at the man's tight, fully filled shorts. They were all 
that he wore, the only thing that kept the warm flesh of 
his body away from hers.

Betsy trembled, she'd never been naked with anyone, not 
even Dickie and she was frightened. But fright alone 
wasn't enough to kill the rising desire and excitement 
that ran through her and the slim little girl reached 
out and unsnapped the man's shorts, freeing his heavy, 
erect cock!

"Does it make you feel good to squeeze my cock? Do you 
like to play with it and make me cum for you?"

Mr. Simpson's dirty question rattled and echoed in 
Betsy's head, but the little girl didn't really mind, 
she was concentrating on the thick, heavily veined shaft 
of his penis, watching the way that his silky flesh 
rippled and moved away from her knuckles when she ran 
her hand up and down its thrilling length.

Newton pulled her forward, his big hand slid down over 
Betsy's naked back until he could press his fingers in 
between her buttocks and hook her tight little cunt from 
the rear. The little brunette moaned, it felt so good!

Betsy found herself drawn forward until she lay almost 
face down across the naked man's middle. She'd managed 
to keep her grip on this pulsating staff and was happily 
frigging it as he aroused her from the rear. The head of 
the big cock was rubbing against her chin and her cheek, 
and her thoughts crept back to Rick and the way that his 
skinny prick fit into her untrained mouth so that when 
she felt the pressure of Mr. Simpson's hand against the 
back of her head, she knew just what was expected of 
her.

A violent trembling fit hit her. Betsy moaned softly 
when Mr. Simpson twirled his big finger in her bubbling 
little cunt in an effort to encourage her. The little 
girl wiggled and bent her head, letting her pouting lips 
brush hard against the slick, lube-coated glans of the 
cock that she held in her fist. Newton Simpson groaned 
and pressed his finger deeper into her naked cunt.

"You know about that, eh? Who taught you to suck cock, 
honey? Who took a pretty little baby like you and taught 
him how to give him a blow job?"

Betsy didn't want to answer, she didn't dare. There was 
only one way that the lovely child could think of to 
keep from answering.

Before the groaning theater manager could force her to 
talk to him, Betsy formed a tight oval with her soft 
lips and pressed that elastic oval down over the hot, 
pulpy head of his upthrust cock! Mr. Simpson gasped, his 
hips lifted, catching Betsy by surprise and jamming 
almost half of his throbbing prick into her mouth. The 
naked child coughed and bucked when she felt her throat 
blocked and realized she couldn't breathe. But before 
she could panic, Newton pulled Betsy's head up and 
taught her how to hold just the head of his bloated cock 
and its steel-hard shoulders in her mouth.

"Ummmm, that's good, kid," the handsome manager sighed 
as he used his hands to guide the little girl's head up 
and down in his lap. "Work your tongue around the 
underside... ohh, yes! Press right here... hummmmm."

She liked it. Rick had been rougher with her and she'd 
been frightened but Newton was gentle and his moans and 
groans of pleasure excited her and made her proud that 
she could please him. The lovely child groaned and 
mumbled, her naked body wiggled and pressed against the 
man's and she loved the way that his hairy thighs 
scratched and rubbed against the swollen and well-sucked 
nipples of her budding breasts.

Mr. Simpson's big hand was still between her thighs and 
the little girl shook with delight when he inserted 
another finger in her stretched pussy then used his grip 
to gently lift her and force her to pull her knees up 
under her a little so that she could elevate her shaking 
bottom.

He'd managed to press the two fingers so deep in her 
tight love channel that they were stretching her hymen 
and she wished that it would break so she could feel 
them deep inside her. A slick drool of love juice was 
flowing out of her and the excited little girl whimpered 
with pleasure when Newton wet his thumb in it and began 
to press hard against the exposed pucker of her pink 
little anus.

Betsy snorted and groaned as the lubricated probe popped 
past her tight little sphincter muscle and entered her 
ass. There was pain, but it wasn't much. Not nearly so 
powerful as the strange, different sort of pleasure that 
she felt as the thick thumb pushed deeper and deeper.

The naked little girl's head bobbed faster and faster, a 
thick mixture of her saliva and his lube escaped her 
pursed lips and ran down the shaft of Newton's big cock. 
The handsome man groaned and continued to use his free 
hand to guide her and teach her the delicious art of 
cock sucking.

Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled the 
gasping little girl's mouth away from his throbbing 
erection and pulled her up onto his lap.

Betsy moaned when the three fingers were pulled out of 
her bottom and the thick, satisfying head of the man's 
prick was jerked away from her lips but she didn't have 
any time to protest as he lifted her and forced her down 
on his lap. Betsy sat facing Mr. Simpson, her slim 
thighs spread wide on either side of his own.

"Oggghhh, you almost made me cum, honey," Newton moaned 
as he pulled the startled little girl forward and kissed 
her, jamming his tongue deep into her mouth as he did.

A wild sense of excitement was rumbling inside her, 
Betsy's naked body was jerking and screaming for the 
release she'd been cheated of. The pretty little 
brunette could feel his hard, slick penis pressing 
against the fat lips of her pussy and she found that by 
rocking her hips she could make the shaft rub against 
her hairless lips and mash hard against her hard, 
protruding clitoris.

Mr. Simpson's big hands slipped under her and cupped 
Betsy's trim little bottom. The naked girl sighed as his 
fingers squeezed and mauled her bouncy cheeks. But when 
he began to lift her, the little usherette began to 
tremble with a mixture of fear and desire.

"I'm going to put it in you, Betsy," Mr. Simpson 
breathed in her ear. "Are you afraid?"

Betsy moaned and hugged the handsome man tightly. She 
could feel his hard prick dragging across the velvet-
smooth flesh of her inner thighs, leaving a wet, slick 
trail of lube as it blindly sought the small opening of 
her virgin cunt.

"Yessss," the lovely little girl admitted. "Is it going 
to hurt me?" The man chuckled a little and hugged her in 
return before he answered.

"A little, baby, just a little at first, but 
afterward...ohhh, after that it's going to be so good 
that you'll flip!"

She was still afraid, but an image of her mother popped 
into the excited little girl's head. Betsy could 
remember the look of longing on Julia's face, a look 
that changed to joy and pleasure when that man finally 
rammed his big thing into her. Betsy knew that she had 
to have it, somewhere inside her there was a longing, a 
need to feel it and no amount of fear or pain could stop 
her!

She didn't need to say a word, Betsy simply rolled her 
hips forward and pressed the swollen lips of her wet 
little love groove against the head of Mr. Simpson's big 
dong. The man gasped and groaned as the soft mouth of 
her baby cunt kissed his cock head.

"That's my baby," Mr. Simpson moaned softly. He pushed 
her back a little and Betsy could watch as he used one 
hand to center the head of his big cock under her puffy 
vulva. "Now go slow. Sit down on it a little at a time, 
honey. I don't want to hurt you, I want you to love 
this!"

Her insides had melted and drained away. Betsy felt 
light-headed and giddy as she did as she was told and 
lowered her trebling, naked body onto the cock. She 
could see everything and it added an extra sense of 
pleasure for the little girl to be able to see the 
purplish head of the penis spread the pink and white 
lips of her cunt apart and disappear into her tight 
little cunt.

Betsy gasped and shivered, the naked child felt a moan 
of pain trying to tear its way out of her open mouth and 
she clenched her jaw hard to keep it inside. Little 
ripples of pleasure and pain met and mixed along her 
nervous system until Betsy wasn't certain that she could 
tell them apart. 

The firm knob of the man's big prick was fully inserted 
in the stretched throat of her vagina and was slowly 
entering her body. For the first time, Betsy realized 
what was going to happen to her, he was going to put 
part of his body inside of hers!

A wave of panic and fear shook her and the naked little 
girl whimpered as she tried to pull herself off of the 
spear of flesh that was inching its way into her flat 
little belly.

"Shhh, it's going to be all right, honey," Mr. Simpson 
whispered in her ear. "Don't worry, don't be frightened. 
I won't hurt you." His voice calmed her a little and the 
feel of his strong hands moving up and down on her back 
soothed the lovely child and she stopped struggling. 
"Relax, don't go tense because that will only make it 
harder for us," Newton whispered.

She tried, she really did, but the feel of the hard 
staff stretching and opening her set off alarm bells in 
Betsy's mind and she had to force the muscles of her 
belly and the muscles between her splayed thighs to 
unlock.

Newton's fingers tightened under her and pulled the 
pert, high riding cheeks of the child's bottom apart, 
helping make room for his hairy dong as it slowly forced 
its way into her. He stopped when he felt his prick head 
butt hard against the elastic membrane that blocked 
Betsy's virgin love sheath and waited.

Betsy knew what was happening, too, the pretty little 
girl winced when she felt her hymen stretch and fight to 
keep the big cock head out. They both stopped moving, 
allowing her body to grow accustomed to the feel of him 
inside of her.

Mr. Simpson must have known how frightened she was 
because he was so gentle with her. Betsy sighed happily 
when the handsome man paused to suck at her pretty 
little tits and lightly tickled the tightly closed 
opening to her anal canal.

"You'll have to help me, baby," the handsome man sighed 
as he taught Betsy to twist her hips and make the knob 
of his throbbing cock turn and pull inside of her. Each 
time that she moved, it felt better. Betsy could feel 
the hard flesh of the shaft brushing lightly against her 
swollen lovebud and the flame of desire beat down her 
fears and gave her a fresh wave of courage.

"Ooohhhh, it feels so big," Betsy moaned breathlessly 
and she pressed her slim body down on the man's prick. 
"It feels like... awwwgghh!" Betsy stopped moving and 
stiffened but it was already too late! The lovely little 
girl felt her paper thin membrane rip and the greasy 
feeling head of the prick glide into the slick, waiting 
grip of her virginal cunt!!

"Ummmm, soooo tight and warm." Mr. Simpson moaned as he 
began to thrust gently at Betsy. Each time that the big 
cock would back off an inch then slip back she would 
groan but gradually the moans of pain turned to groans 
of pleasure and in minutes he had Betsy twisting and 
rolling her hips and bouncing up and down on his hard, 
hot prick.

"Oooooo, I... like it," Betsy panted. Impulsively the 
little girl pulled his face up to hers and kissed him. 
This time, when Mr. Simpson forced his tongue into her 
mouth, the greedy little rascal sucked and pulled around 
his blood hot rammer.

"Oggghhhh... do it like that again!" Betsy's eyes and 
popped open and she yelped a little when the big man 
lifted her until only the flanged head of his cock was 
still in her before he relaxed and let the lovely, naked 
girl drop back on his cock, taking all of it in one long 
plunge!! "Oh... Ohhhh!!! It's going to... ohhhh... 
aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!"

She was cumming!

Betsy called out, her small hands clenched and dug her 
nails into Newton's shoulders while she forced her 
stretched, full little cunt to dance and pound against 
his lap. The man grinned and then gasped himself when 
the terrible friction of her tight little sheath seemed 
to suck his cum up from his balls.

"Awwwgggghhh... I'm cumming too, honey!" Betsy gasped 
then moaned when she felt a hot gush of cum fill her and 
soak her stinging little cunt with a thick coat of slick 
semen and all she could do was squeal and work faster as 
she tried to pump all of his hot load into herself. She 
knew it, she was even farther over that line of 
childhood and it was certain that she could never get 
back. She wasn't even sure she wanted to!

"Ooooooo, harder!" The lovely little brunette cooed in 
the panting man's ear. "Do it harder for me!!" Newton 
Simpson groaned and then laughed happily when he felt 
her small pussy tighten around his wilting cock and 
fight to keep it hard and stuffed deep inside of her.

"What's the matter with you, chick? Come back here with 
me and we can have some fun."

Betsy made a small whimpering sound deep in her throat 
and twisted free of Rick's hand. The pretty brunette 
stared at the head usher for a moment. She was tired, 
sore and more than a little sick and the idea of going 
behind the screen with him made her flesh crawl with 
revulsion!

"No! I... I don't want to do that," Betsy hissed. Before 
the surprised head usher could answer her, she'd spun 
around and was hurrying up the main aisle. The movie 
would be over in a few minutes and she'd be able to get 
away from the Majestic!

She'd barely made it into the lobby when another thought 
stopped Betsy dead in her tracks. When the movie let 
out, where could she go? Betsy was sure that Mr. Henry 
would be with her mother if she went home and she didn't 
feel up to seeing her mother with a man, not after what 
had happened to her today!

The nervous little girl was so lost in thought that she 
didn't see Grace Borden coming up behind her. Betsy 
gasped and jumped when the older woman stepped behind 
her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Hey! Take it easy, I didn't mean to frighten you."

Betsy began to tremble and before she could stop herself 
the pretty little girl started to cry.

"Honey, are you all right? What happened?"

Instantly Grace went to her and cuddled Betsy in her 
arms. The slender twelve-year-old shuddered when the 
woman's large breasts pressed against her face but she 
felt so warm and so safe like this that she couldn't 
bring herself to try to get away.

"Ohhhh, Mrs. Borden... I... I'm so confused!!" It gushed 
out of her. The pretty child let it all out. Betsy was 
so distraught and ashamed that she couldn't look the 
older woman in the eyes. She pressed her tear stained 
face against Grace's pillowy globes and told her every 
foul, exciting detail of what had happened to her since 
she walked into the Majestic looking for a job. When she 
was finished she was amazed to feel the blonde hug her 
tighter. She had expected horror and rejection!

"Awwww, honey," Grace said in a soft voice. "You've 
really been put through the mill, haven't you?" Grace 
paused for a few seconds, then she led Betsy to a stool 
behind the candy counter. "You stay here with me until 
closing, then we'll decide what we're going to do with 
you."

Betsy felt better. She still couldn't bring herself to 
meet the older woman's eyes, but she felt safe and 
protected with her near.

Rick closed and locked the front doors after the last 
patron. He turned and looked like he was going to say 
something to Betsy but Grace stepped between them and 
must have given him a warning look because the handsome 
young man sneered and walked away, leaving them alone.

"All right, let's get organized," Grace said with a 
smile as she snapped out the lights and cleaned out the 
popcorn machine. "Do you want me to take you home or... 
would you like to spend the night with me?"

Betsy was taken by surprise. She didn't know what to say 
and her shock must have been apparent on her face 
because Grace grinned and explained. "I just thought 
that you could tell your mother you were staying with a 
girl who works here. It wouldn't be a lie and that way 
you could avoid your situation at home and get a chance 
to calm down."

There was no traffic and Grace was able to speed down 
the streets as they headed for her apartment. Betsy felt 
a small, flickering flame of anger and resentment still 
burning inside of her whenever she thought about her 
quick conversation with her mother.

"She doesn't care about me anymore! She jumped at the 
chance to get rid of me for a night," the little girl 
told herself. "All she wants to do is ball all night and 
not have me to bother her!"

Betsy wasn't exactly certain why she was angry. She was 
relieved that she wouldn't have to go home tonight, but 
still she wished that her mother had shown a little more 
concern. Betsy wished that Julia hadn't been so eager to 
get rid of her like that.

"Well, here we are, darling. Sit down and relax." Grace 
smiled and motioned toward a couch. "I'll get some fresh 
towels so that you can take a nice, long, soothing 
shower."

Betsy was surprised. Grace didn't live in a real 
apartment. It was more like a small, secluded bungalow 
in a heavily landscaped park. She didn't know what she 
had expected, but the pretty child was impressed by how 
nice the little house looked and how expensive and 
tasteful the furnishings were. Betsy was still looking 
around the room when she heard footsteps and looked up 
in surprise to see Grace, dressed in a bathrobe, waiting 
for her.

The older woman's voice sounded deeper and softer when 
she spoke again. "Come on. A hot shower can do wonders 
for the kind of pains that you have."

A confused warning tingle ran up and down Betsy's spine, 
but she ignored it and slowly got to her feet then 
joined the attractive blonde in the doorway.

Betsy began to relax the second that they passed through 
the door to the bathroom. The lights were soft, the room 
was painted a muted pink, and the total effect was warm 
and soothing.

Grace slipped an arm around the pretty little girl's 
shoulders and began to talk quietly to Betsy as she 
undressed her. "Poor baby, you're so young. You 
shouldn't have to deal with men like Newt Simpson or 
that junior stud Rick for a long time yet."

The top of her uniform was loose, but Betsy hardly 
noticed that it was being removed. She was relaxing 
under the healing flow of words.

"Ohhhh, look at you! You're just a baby," Grace sighed. 
"He bruised your pretty little nubbins!"

The blonde stood so close that her perfume filled 
Betsy's head, dulling her response when a warm, gentle 
hand cupped and fondled her firm, cupcake-sized breasts. 
"Men are rough, honey. You'll just have to expect them 
to be rough with you." Grace purred and whispered and 
Betsy shivered when the woman's expert fingers found her 
pink nipple buds and twisted and tweaked them into hard 
little points.

"A pretty baby like you should be treated lovingly," 
Grace sighed. She unzipped the uniform skirt and let it 
fall down over Betsy's slim hips. "You should have 
someone who can love you and make you feel happy... 
there aren't many men who know how to do that for a 
girl."

Betsy knew that something was wrong, but she felt so 
relaxed and limp that she couldn't make her mind tell 
her what it was. She felt like a little child when Grace 
turned her around and knelt to pull both her uniform and 
panties down. She made no move to cover her naked sex. 
Grace gently pushed her backward and the pretty brunette 
sat down on the toilet cover and lifted one leg and then 
the other while the blonde pulled her panties down over 
her shoes and then removed the shoes.

Betsy was naked and she knew that Grace was staring at 
her, but somehow it didn't make her feel threatened. The 
older woman fiddled with the shower knobs until the 
water was just right.

The soothing sting of the water jets hit Betsy's face 
and her shoulders, sending cascades of warm water down 
her slim body. It felt so nice that Betsy began to 
smile. The glass shower door clicked and Betsy looked up 
just in time to see Grace shrug out of her robe and step 
into the shower beside her. It all seemed so natural 
that Betsy didn't mind when the blonde took the soap and 
washcloth.

Betsy peeked at Grace out of the corner of her eye. She 
was impressed. The woman's large breasts were still firm 
and round with only the faintest hint of a sag. Grace's 
belly was softly rounded and between her full, round 
thighs grew a thick patch of dark but natural blonde 
hair.

The naked woman put the soap back in the dish and moved 
closer so that she could wash Betsy's shoulders and down 
her slim back. As she did, the stiff, darkened flesh of 
her nipples brushed against Betsy, tracing invisible 
circles on the surprised little girl's wet, soapy flesh.

"You are pretty," Grace sighed as she worked the soapy 
cloth down Betsy's back. "Someday you'll be a beautiful 
woman. But even now you are a lovely little thing."

Betsy blushed but still smiled. It made her feel good to 
know that this attractive adult thought that she was 
pretty. The wash cloth was working back and forth over 
her firm, high riding, buttocks and Betsy was still 
thinking about what Grace had said when she parted her 
feet a little and leaned forward so that Grace could 
work in between her fleshy cheeks.

"Did either of them hurt you here?"

The question caught her off stride and Betsy shuddered 
when she felt a soapy finger press against the tight 
rosette of her rectal opening.

"Newt didn't put his big fat cock in your sweet little 
ass, did he?"

The soft, soothing atmosphere of the room changed in one 
blinding second. Betsy began to tremble, her dark eyes 
popped open and a small groan seeped out of her mouth 
when she felt Grace's soap lubricated finger glide past 
the frantic grip of her anus and into her heated 
rectum!!

"Shhhh, don't be frightened," Grace pleaded with her. 
The woman wiggled her finger inside of Betsy's ass and 
her free hand pressed against the shocked little girl's 
belly, holding her in place. "I won't hurt you the way 
they did. I know how to make all the pain and the worry 
go away. Just relax and let me show yo, Betsy, please!"

Grace's soapy hand slid down until it cupped the whole 
of Betsy's hairless mound. Instantly the beautiful 
little girl felt a ripple of delighted response and her 
suddenly tensed muscles began to soften and turn to 
butter.

The blonde was pressing against her. Their naked bodies 
were wet and soapy and excited Betsy as they rubbed and 
wiggled against each other. Grace moaned happily and 
pressed one of her fingers between the fat lips of 
Betsy's baby slit. The little girl gasped and shook. The 
woman had fingers in her front and rear and she had to 
pull herself up on her tiptoes to keep from being hurt.

"Ooooo, Mrs...I mean Grace...don't... ohhhh!!" She 
couldn't help herself. The wiggling and touching was 
more than she could ignore and the lovely little girl 
found herself clutching the naked woman and pressing her 
slippery body against hers.

Grace chuckled and kissed the shocked little girl on the 
lips while her fingers danced and twisted in her tight 
openings. "It feels nice, doesn't it, honey? I knew that 
you'd like it. All you had to do was feel it and I knew 
that you would dig my brand of loving."

There was nothing she could do. Betsy felt like a 
puppet. She couldn't even force herself to move without 
the blonde's guidance.

"Come with me, little lover," Grace moaned as she edged 
toward the door. Finally the excited blonde was forced 
to gently pull her fingers out of Betsy's ass and her 
tight pussy so that she could shut off the water and 
grab a large, fluffy towel so that she could dry her 
off.

Betsy was tingling all over when Grace dropped to her 
knees and began to blot away the drops of water that 
covered Betsy's flawless tender flesh. The naked little 
girl made a mewling sound when the handsome woman kissed 
then licked at her small breasts while she dried her 
slim thighs and bottom.

Grace didn't pause to dry herself. She caught Betsy by 
the hand and almost ran to her bedroom!

Betsy felt herself being picked up then laid out on a 
wide bed. The covers had been pulled down and she loved 
the feel of freshly washed sheets against her naked 
body.

Grace sighed as she slowly lay down beside Betsy. When 
she reached out to touch her, the little girl could see 
Grace's hand shake with excitement. "Just stay with me," 
the older woman pleaded. "I won't be mean to you the way 
that Newton and Ricky were. I'll make you feel soooo 
good."

Betsy couldn't believe what was happening. She'd heard 
about women who liked to make love to women but she'd 
never really believed it. Until now. The strangest thing 
was that now that she was over the first shock, she was 
enjoying it!

"Do you like me? Do I look pretty to you, Betsy?" Grace 
lay pressed against the little girl's side. She was 
propped up on one elbow and it was simple for her to 
lean forward and press one of her ivory white tits 
against the child's pink lips. "Kiss it for me! Show me 
that you like me and I'll do things for you that you 
won't believe!!"

A funny trembling sensation shook her, but Betsy didn't 
hesitate. The pretty little girl opened her lips and 
began to gently suck and pull on her new friend's thick, 
stiff nipple.

"Ummmm, that's perfect," the blonde breathed. Grace 
began a slow, deliberate circular caress with her open 
palm, letting it lightly brush over Betsy's flesh. The 
naked child shivered when the palm grazed her own sweaty 
nipples and she sucked even harder at the warm tit. She 
used both small hands to pull it up to her lips and help 
her suck even more of it into her mouth.

The hand moved in an ever downward spiral and by the 
time that the outstretched tips of Grace's fingers 
touched the swelling of her puffy vulva, Betsy had 
spread her legs wide, lifting and splaying them in an 
innocently obscene attitude of invitation.

"Awh, you're already wet," Grace cooed happily. "you 
greedy little devil! You're wet and making my fingers 
slippery and sticky!" The fingers drew back from her 
cunt and Betsy watched with breathless excitement as the 
blonde brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them 
clean.

A new, stronger sense of excitement and desire swept 
through the little girl. Her hands moved down over the 
naked woman's hip and belly until her small fingers 
could twine and explore in the thick patch of pubic 
curls that hid her mature sex from view.

Grace moaned and hugged Betsy tight for a moment, 
letting the little girl poke a clumsy finger deep into 
her own lube soaked cunt. Then the attractive blonde 
pushed the little girl away.

Betsy was surprised. She didn't understand what Grace 
wanted until the older woman's hands pulled and tugged 
at her and guided her until she was sitting astride her 
chest. Her firm little ass mashed the woman's meaty 
breasts flat as she wiggled with excitement.

"I'll make the sting go away," Grace whispered as she 
stared up at the excited girl. Grace's hands caught each 
cheek of Betsy's bottom and jerked her closer. Close 
enough so that she could lift her head slightly and 
thrust her red, wet tongue directly between the fleshy 
lips of her baby vulva!!

"Agghh!! Oh, you...you shouldn't do that," the shocked 
child gasped. "That's nasty and dirty, you shouldn't... 
unnngggghhh!!"

The little girl's eyes lit up and a wide, beaming smile 
changed her face when the flat blade of the woman's 
tongue dove into her and speared into the sore neck of 
her vagina. Betsy squealed as she watched the nasty 
thing that Grace Borden was doing to her. The naked 
child lifted her pelvis so that she had a clear view of 
the blonde's extended tongue as it spread the velvet 
smooth lips of her cunt and lapped and twisted in her.

Each time that the tip of Grace's searching tongue found 
the firm nub of her love knot, Betsy would groan and 
wiggle, the bouncy cheeks of her little ass would rub 
against the big breasts beneath her, and she realized 
that she had never been so excited in her life!! But the 
excitement wasn't over yet. Grace had another thrill in 
store for her, a thrill that turned Betsy's whirling 
mind to putty and killed the last traces of resistance 
that she might have clung to.

The handsome woman's hands were still pulling Betsy 
forward. They lifted and pushed at the same time rocking 
the slim little girl up on her knees and leaving the 
trembling cheeks of her bottom defenseless.

Betsy felt Grace's fingers pressing against her rear 
again and knew what was going to happen. But the naked 
child wasn't prepared for the powerful jolt of twisted 
pleasure that she felt when the woman's long forefinger, 
wet with the froth that was bubbling out of her pussy, 
jabbed into her anus and didn't stop penetrating until 
it was in her to the knuckle!

"Oooogggghhh," the startled child moaned. Betsy's head 
snapped back. Her slim body arched backward and she 
scrubbed her wet cunt against Grace's face while the 
woman stretched and opened her tight rear sheath!! 
"Unnnggghhh, that feels... gooood!!"

The muscles in Betsy's slim thighs were straining. Her 
toes were splayed wide like claws as she wiggled and 
rolled her trim little bottom. She could hear Grace 
grunting and gasping as she fought for air, but Betsy 
still couldn't stop. She had to go on and on. She had to 
feel everything, experience and taste everything that 
there was for her!!!

"Hunnnggghh... huuuhhh!!" She could not breathe. Betsy 
gasped and struggled to fill her lungs with air. The 
finger in her burning anus was spinning and twirling and 
the firm, wet tongue buried in her pussy was slapping 
and ramming at her like a pulpy jackhammer. The naked 
child hunched her back and squealed loudly when the 
first waves of her orgasm hit her.

"Aaaaagh... I'm... I'm... aaaaiiiieeee!!" It was 
wonderful. Betsy squealed and whimpered. The tongue and 
the finger popped in and out of her bottom, making her 
slim body twist and jiggle like a mindless top.

The moaning little girl's legs gave out and when Grace's 
head fell back on the pillow and her hands dropped away, 
Betsy slipped sideways and fell face down on the bed. 
The little brunette was so stunned and so tired that she 
couldn't even roll over and fell asleep where she was.

She had no idea what time it was, but when the beautiful 
sensations awoke her, Betsy found herself lying halfway 
across Grace's naked body. The sighing blonde had 
pressed one of her tits back in Betsy's mouth and she 
was using her free hand to lightly rub and flick the 
naked little girl's clitoris back to life while she 
slept.

Betsy sighed and began to roll her hips. It felt nice to 
be made love to, especially when she was so sleepy and 
warm. Grace took advantage of her mood. Betsy didn't try 
to resist when she felt herself being lifted again, nor 
was she surprised when she found herself lying face down 
on the blonde's naked body, her pretty lips pressing 
against the perfumed silk of her pubic hairs.

"Do it for me, little baby! Suck my pussy just the way 
that I sucked yours!"

Betsy heard Grace's voice. It sounded like it was coming 
from miles and miles away. The sleepy girl looked down 
and shivered when she saw the moist lips of the woman's 
cunt glisten under the hair. For a second, Betsy 
hesitated, but then Grace's fingers began to tease and 
explore between her opened thighs and the lovely fire 
was burning bright inside of her again.

The naked little girl used her fingers to spread the 
meaty lips of the woman's cunt and dropped her head. She 
heard Grace gasp and felt her begin to tremble the 
instant that her pointed little tongue found the 
distended tip of her clitoris.

"Oooohhh! Ohhh, little baby, lick it, lick it harder!!" 
Betsy smiled to herself and did it again, this time 
letting her tongue glide over the clit and into the 
moist, open throat of Grace's vagina. The naked blonde 
bucked, her big tits rubbed against Betsy's thighs and 
her finger crawled back inside of her baby pussy.

"This is nice! I don't care what anyone says! I like 
this!!"

Without watching where it fell, Betsy dropped her dress 
and stood dressed in nothing but her tight blue panties. 
The lovely girl stared at her reflection in the full 
length mirror that stood in the dingy, crowded dressing 
room of the Majestic Theater.

Betsy wasn't certain how she felt about what she saw. 
The slim twelve-year-old stared at the firm but terribly 
small globes of her breasts and sighed unhappily. 
Compared to Grace's large, smooth breasts, hers were 
pimples!

Oooohhhhh, you shouldn't have done that Betsy told 
herself but it was already too late. The lovely little 
girl tried not to think about the older woman, but no 
matter how hard she tried a small, secret smile began to 
tug at the corners of her mouth. You know how it makes 
you feel when you think about her, a little voice 
whispered in her ear. But Betsy ignored the whisper and 
a soft, dreamy look crept into her large dark eyes.

She felt a funny, soft feeling in her belly and rubbed 
her open palm over the firm outline of her little pussy. 
Far in the back of her mind, Betsy Morrison knew that 
what she'd been doing for the past three days was nasty 
and perverted, but the memory of how Grace's firm, slick 
tongue could make her gasp and squeal for what felt like 
hours at a time was so strong that Betsy knew that she 
couldn't stop seeing her.

Since that first night that they'd spent together Grace 
had been with her or on her mind every second. Julia 
hadn't minded. She was so wrapped up with Mr. Henry that 
she didn't notice that Betsy was never home.

The pretty little girl giggled happily when she 
remembered how she'd managed to evade Rick and Mr. 
Simpson. Each time that either man tried to corner her 
and talk to her, Grace would manage to show up and cramp 
their styles! Ohhhh, it felt nice to squeeze and play 
with her moistening pussy. Lazily Betsy watched her 
fingers press and wiggle against the silky material of 
her panties. 

Grace had taught her to do this, she'd always felt sort 
of funny and embarrassed when she masturbated before, 
but the older woman showed her how nice it was. Grace 
even showed Betsy how she played with her hairy nest 
when there was no one else around.

Betsy saw a dark spot growing at the front of her 
panties and it made her feel warm and melty inside when 
she realized that it was her own love juice squirting 
out of her tight vagina and oiling the tender membranes 
of her vulva.

It was so early. Betsy felt funny being at work at ten 
in the morning but this was her first chance to work the 
film club and she didn't want to pass up the extra 
twenty dollars that Newton Simpson promised her for 
working it. Kathy was already dressed and downstairs so 
reluctantly the smiling little girl stopped touching and 
squeezing her tingling sex and slipped into the form-
fitting uniform.

Betsy was down the stairs and moving through the lobby 
before she realized that there was something very 
unusual about the members of the film club, they were 
all men! Everywhere she looked the little girl saw men, 
older men for the most part and many of them wore 
overcoats, even though it was summer.

As she bustled about, opening doors and helping Rick 
take tickets Betsy slowly became aware of the warm, 
lingering glances that the patrons gave her. At first 
the twelve-year-old was flustered and upset but slowly 
she realized what those looks were trying to tell her 
and the firm, smooth lips of her vulva grew hot and 
moist.

Betsy turned, looking for Kathy, but when she saw the 
older girl she was standing in a dark corner of the 
lobby, a tall man in front of her. The shocked little 
brunette wasn't certain, but she thought she saw Kathy's 
hand pressed against the front of the tall man's 
slacks!!

Before Betsy could even be sure of what she was seeing, 
the music for the first film blared to life in the 
theater and all the men in the lobby hurried inside. 
Acting automatically, Betsy moved down the aisle doors 
and closed them. She was so caught up in her private 
thoughts that she didn't bother to look up and see what 
was being shown on the screen.

What is it? What is going on? The questions in her mind 
bewildered the little girl because she could think of no 
answer. Grace would have the answer, but when she turned 
to the candy counter the little girl was amazed to find 
it dark and closed down. Grace wasn't there.

"What's the matter, chick? You look like something just 
bit you."

Betsy whirled on her heel and found Rick standing before 
her, a knowing grin on his handsome face. "Didn't your 
precious Grace tell you about the film club? That's not 
a very good sign, is it?"

Betsy didn't know what he was saying. The pretty little 
girl stared at the young head usher and helplessly shook 
her head. A slow, pleased smile creased Rick's youthful 
face. Moving confidently Rick caught Betsy by the arm 
and led her to one side of the lobby. "What I'm saying 
is that dear old Gracie has done her part and now she's 
throwing you back to the wolves."

The little girl was more confused than ever and she 
hated that smile on Rick's face. She jerked her arm free 
of his grasp but he moved in front of her and barred her 
escape.

"Let me go," Betsy hissed-angrily. "I don't have to let 
you make me... do things."

Rick just grinned. "I'll tell Mr. Simpson. He won't put 
up with you bothering me!!"

Rick scowled. His face looked cold and angry when he 
answered her. "You stupid little twat! Who do you think 
runs this mess? You'd better wise up and do it quick!"

Before she could protest, Rick caught Betsy by the arm 
again and forcibly pushed her towards the main aisle of 
the theater. "Take a look at what the film club is 
watching this morning and then tell me about what 
Simpson won't put up with around here!"

The head usher jerked the doors open and shoved Betsy 
into the auditorium, stepping in behind her so that he 
could keep his painful grip on her elbow.

Betsy didn't have any idea of what she was supposed to 
see but when the pretty little girl recovered her 
balance and looked up at the screen she thought that her 
heart would stop!

The lovely brunette felt her knees shake and knew that 
she was crying silently as she watched a pretty blonde 
bend her head and pop the swollen, leaking head of some 
faceless man's penis in her open mouth! Betsy's belly 
lurched and she wanted to scream, but before she could 
make a sound Rick had clapped a hand over her open mouth 
while he whispered urgently in her ear.

"How do you like it? This is the film club, all the 
perverts and nuts in town come here two mornings a week 
and watch this shit! Do you think that the man who runs 
this will give a damn if I screw around with you? You're 
just another cunt, honey, and all he cares about is that 
you be around and in good shape for what he has in mind 
for you!"

Betsy heard the words but their impact was softened by 
the flashing images on the screen. The camera was 
focused on a pretty little girl. She was only nine or 
ten and she sat naked on a man's knee. Betsy felt a 
chill race up and down her spine when she realized what 
would happen. The man in the movie was naked too and the 
giggling little child was stroking and squeezing his 
erect prick with her tiny fist.

Oooooh, nooooo, that voice whispered in Betsy's mind. 
She's just a baby, she's too young for him to do that to 
her. Betsy hadn't given a thought to the obvious fact 
that she was only a few years older than the little girl 
in the movie. Her entire attention was focused on the 
screen and the terrible thing that she was watching.

Betsy didn't notice when Rick drew her down in a seat 
and sat beside her as they watched the naked man lift 
the little girl and swing her high over his rampant cock 
before bringing her down. The giggling little girl sat 
with her plump thighs spread wide on either side of the 
man's thighs. She sat with her back to him and in such a 
way that it looked as if his upthrust cock was growing 
up from between her legs.

There was no sound but somehow Betsy knew exactly what 
was being said when the man leaned forward and began to 
whisper in the little girl's ear and stroke her naked 
body at the same time.

The pretty little blonde giggled again and nodded. Her 
small hands clamped around the swollen, vein wreathed 
shaft of the man's prick and made obscene frigging 
motions on it. The man threw his head back and Betsy was 
sure that she could hear the echo of his pleased moan. 
One of the man's hands pressed down over the naked 
child's belly and then he inserted a finger in the pink 
and white slit of her bottom.

Betsy's own little love box began to burn and drip. She 
was disgusted with herself, but the images that she was 
watching were so strong and so exciting that she 
couldn't help herself.

On screen the little girl giggled again and turned her 
head to whisper something to the man. Strong hands 
gripped the blonde child by the waist and she was lifted 
about a foot off the man's lap. The camera zoomed in and 
when the focus settled the audience was awarded with a 
terrible close up of an adult, bloated cockhead entering 
the little girl's slit.

Betsy heard a groan rise up from the men in the audience 
and that sound set something off inside of her and 
before she knew what she was doing she was moaning along 
with them! The shaken little usherette watched with sick 
fascination as the huge knob of the man's cock forced 
aside the soft folds of the little girl's hairless vulva 
and disappeared inside of her. Betsy could see gleaming 
drops of love lube squirting out of the little girl's 
gorged cunt and knew that a flow of her own was wetting 
the crotch of her panties.

The slender twelve-year-old was so engrossed in the 
awful, delicious scene before her that she offered no 
resistance when Rick pushed her forward and undid the 
zippers to her top and the short skirt that she wore.

The camera panned upward and the entire screen was 
filled with the grimacing face of the little blonde 
girl. Betsy knew what she was feeling, the memory of 
Newton Simpson's big, hard prick filling her was still 
fresh and terrifyingly hot in her mind.

"You like it, don't you? I thought that it would shake 
your day but I guess you're a little tougher than l 
thought you were."

She couldn't answer him. Betsy's attention was fixed on 
the screen and she shivered as she watched the man's 
hands slowly guide the twisting, jerking body of the 
nine-year-old up and down on his massive cock. Betsy was 
sure that she could make out the outline of his prick 
under the flesh of the little girl's flat belly and 
watched with growing excitement as it moved up and down, 
stretching and pulling her baby vagina, making room in 
her small body for itself.

The top of her uniform was loose and Betsy was aware of 
Rick's hand as it slid upward, over her fibs. She 
gasped, then moaned when his fingers closed around her 
firm little breast and squeezed it. But even then she 
couldn't tear her eyes away from the screen.

A third performer had appeared. It was the blonde woman 
that she'd seen sucking the naked man's prick. She was 
on her knees before him and, as he raised and lowered 
the groaning little girl on his prick, the woman leaned 
forward and began to lick and flick at the child's 
hairless pussy with a long, red tongue!!

A couple passed between the screen and the first row, 
catching Betsy's attention for a moment. It was the 
other usherette, Kathy, and she was taking a man back 
behind the screen! For the first time Betsy realized the 
purpose of having that bed back there and she was shaken 
beyond words!

The pretty twelve-year-old's eyes flickered back to the 
screen and then she shuddered as a close up of the 
woman's tongue waggling and slithering over the little 
girl's clit assaulted her senses. Memories of how good 
it felt to be licked like that shook Betsy and made the 
flames that were already burning inside of her leap high 
and out of control.

The pretty little usherette felt insistent hands tugging 
at her loosened skirt and she gave no thought to the 
fact that she was in a hall with close to two hundred 
men. She lifted off the seat and let Rick slip her 
clothing to the floor.

Betsy fell back in her seat. The pretty girl's panties 
and skirt hung at her ankles, her uniform top was 
loosened and had been rolled up over her belly so that 
from the waist down she was naked.

"You want some of that, don't you?"

Rick's question stung and burned in Betsy's brain. The 
pretty little girl shuddered as she watched the man on 
the screen increase the pace and cruelly slam the little 
girl down on his blood hard cock.

"You need the feel of a prick, I know you do," the 
handsome head usher whispered.

Rick's fingers pressed in between her own slender thighs 
and the girl spread them as wide as she could, hampered 
only by the wadded clothing that still clung around her 
ankles.

Rick's forefinger found the lube slick lips of her own 
hairless little sex and while Betsy watched the other 
man fuck the little girl, the finger sank deep into her 
newly opened love sheath. A long, shuddering sigh oozed 
out of the little girl's mouth and her hips began a 
shameless wiggling as she worked the tight mouth of her 
pussy around the finger, clamping down on it as if it 
was a long, slender prick working in and out of her.

"Ooooohhhhh, I can feel that old Newt has been busy," 
Rick breathed in surprise. "He fucked you! He broke your 
cherry didn't he?"

She didn't want to tell him. It was private and 
personal, but the feel of Rick's slick finger working 
back and forth over her stiff clit loosened Betsy's 
tongue and the humiliated little girl heard herself 
babbling to him in response.

"Ooooohhh, yesssss!! Annnnggghhhhh, Ricky it feels so 
nice, do it faster!!"

The head usher snorted angrily and fumbled with his own 
clothing. Betsy wasn't surprised when her hand was 
jerked forward and her fingers were pressed tight around 
the young man's erect, throbbing cock. "Ahhhhhh, it 
feels so long and so hard!"

She loved it. Betsy's eyes were riveted on the screen 
and while she watched the man cum in the little girl and 
followed the thick rivulets of cum squirt out of her 
tiny cunt, her fingers rapidly jerked up and down on 
Rick's cock.

"Do you want to cum? Do you need it now, baby?" Rick's 
question was crude and to the point, but Betsy didn't 
care. The little girl was past embarrassment and shame. 
All she could do was obey the hot, urgent demands of her 
body.

"Ohhhhhhh... yessssss, I want to cum, Ricky. Make me 
cum, please!" Before she finished her plea the pretty, 
half naked little girl was pulled crosswise in her seat 
and her head was pressed down in the head usher's lap.

All that she could hope for was that she would make him 
so happy that he would give her what she needed. Betsy 
didn't hesitate. Her lips formed an oval and she dropped 
her head, forcing the tangy knob of Rick's erect penis 
deep in her mouth. At the same time her cheeks hollowed 
and she began to eagerly nurse and pull on his prick.

The handsome usher jumped and then groaned. Betsy felt 
both of his hands on her head guiding her up and down 
over his pulsating shaft and she was shocked to realize 
how happy and delighted she was to feel his hard meat 
pushing and bumping against the roof of her mouth. For 
days Grace had been telling her how awful and disgusting 
men were, but now she remembered how exciting and 
fulfilling they were as well!! 

Betsy was lost in a rapture that left her open and 
defenseless. Another pair of hands was moving over the 
naked spheres of her bottom, but she didn't give it a 
thought until she heard Rick laugh and push harder at 
the top of her bobbing head, then she realized what was 
happening. It was someone else's hands. Rick couldn't 
have four of them!

The pretty child moaned and tried to lift her head away 
from the drooling head of Rick's long, jerking cock but 
the excited usher wouldn't let her. She tried to turn 
her head and see who was playing with her bottom but all 
she could see was the vague outline of another man.

A finger moved down between the firm cheeks of her ass 
and found the wet mouth of her pussy. Betsy moaned again 
and shuddered as the stranger's finger slipped into her 
already wet and lubricated cunt and began to move around 
and around. 

She knew that she should fight it, but the warm 
delicious feeling that the finger gave her was too much 
to ignore and the pretty child moaned and wiggled her 
exposed bottom while she eagerly sucked and pulled on 
the hard prick that filled her mouth.

It only took a few knowing strokes and she was on fire!! 
Betsy squealed, the sound muffled and muted by the fat 
spear of flesh that she was sucking on. She shook her 
bottom and rolled her hips, helping the faceless man's 
finger twist and turn inside of her. 

Betsy's moans of pleasure turned to groans of fear and 
pain as another finger wet itself in the drool that was 
pouring out of her and began to press hard against the 
wrinkled rosette of her tender anal passage!!

"Ouuuuwwww, dun't du thut," the pretty child mumbled. 
But the man behind her ignored Betsy's garbled plea for 
mercy and pressed again. This time his lubricated finger 
popped past her clenched sphincter and slid deep in the 
hot, pulsating grip of her rectum. "Ouuuuuwwww, ut 
hurts. Pluze, dun't du thus tu muh!!!"

The man's other finger was still working back and forth 
over her swollen distended clitoris and each time that 
it mashed it flat Betsy would gasp and suck a little 
harder on the cock that she held in her moist little 
oral cavity.

The worst part, the part that frightened and bewildered 
the small brunette, was the fact that she liked it! The 
feel of the thick finger twisting and turning in her 
rear made the lovely twelve year old jump and buck. She 
couldn't resist the impulse to respond and soon she was 
ramming her defenseless ass back against the stranger's 
hand, helping him force the full length of his two 
fingers into the slack and softened openings in her 
tender bottom.

Betsy groaned and snuffled. Her wet tongue lashed back 
and forth over Rick's hard prick while she sucked on and 
on. The taste of the head usher's penis filled her mouth 
and the thought that soon she would taste his white, 
creamy cum only made her more excited than ever.

"Aggghhhh, that's the Way," Rick panted as he pressed 
Betsy's head even deeper into his lap. The little girl 
moaned, her wind was cut off when the fat head of his 
prick filled her throat but before she could fight her 
way clear of it the knob jerked and a warm stream of cum 
shot straight down her throat and into her waiting 
belly.

The lovely little twelve-year-old gasped for breath. 
When she was allowed to pull back, she felt a hot shower 
of cum hit her cheek and managed to stuff the cockhead 
back into her pursed mouth before the next hot jet of 
semen spurted out.

The fingers in her pussy and her burning ass continued 
to twist and turn and as she greedily sucked and nursed 
on the spouting cock they brought her to her climax and 
she howled. Long strings of cum dangled from her mouth 
when the little girl lifted her head and called out. 

She was aware of the cum hitting her eyes and her nose 
and aware of the heads that were turning in her 
direction, but that didn't matter. What did matter was 
the brilliant stabbing pains of her orgasm and the 
lovely, melting way that she felt.. "Aaaaaaiiiiieeee, 
keep it up!!! Oooooooo, please do it faster and 
faster... Unnnnngggggg!!!"

You'll be just like that, Betsy told herself. No matter 
what you tell yourself now, they'll turn you into 
something like that if you let them. The theater was 
empty and Betsy stood peeking into the ladies lounge 
watching Kathy tiredly lean over the wash basin and try 
to wipe away the white crusty cum marks from her body.

Every time that she moved, Betsy was shaken by the 
stinging pain that came from her stretched anal opening. 
The movies had been over for more than an hour, but it 
only seemed like moments ago that Rick and that man, a 
man that she'd never seen, had whipped and worked her 
into that long series of orgasms in the back row. The 
little brunette nervously ran a finger from her own lips 
down over her chin and to her throat. She wanted to make 
sure that none of the dried cum was still on her too.

Kathy hadn't said a word to her when she finally 
appeared from behind the screen and staggered up the 
stairs to the lounge. Consumed by curiosity she'd 
followed the older girl and watched while Kathy stripped 
her wrinkled uniform away and used paper towels to scrub 
at the stains covered her firm, up tilted breasts.

As worried and shocked as she was, Betsy was still aware 
of the tingle that she felt deep in her belly when she 
looked at the saucy, still stiff nipples that grew up. 
from the firm globes of the seventeen-year-old's breasts 
and for a moment she wondered ff Grace had taken her 
home too?

Did she do that? Did she take her home and put her on 
her bed so that she could suck and lick at her the way 
that she did with me? Betsy felt the evil flicker of 
jealousy burning in her before she realized what she was 
doing to herself. For the first time the little girl 
understood what had been happening to her since she came 
to the Majestic and that realization shook her to the 
core!

The little girl trembled when she imagined what it would 
be like if she were caught in the mess that she saw 
brewing here. Julia would be so shocked and hurt and how 
would she feel about herself if everyone knew the awful 
things that she'd been doing since she came to work 
here?

Of course it wasn't as simple as all that. Betsy still 
wasn't certain how she felt about her mother now. After 
seeing and hearing her with Dave Henry her vision of her 
mother was blurred and unsettled. But the idea of having 
it known what she had been doing made Betsy's mind up 
for her. The pretty little girl could see the sneering, 
knowing looks that her friends would give her and the 
idea of having to talk to the police about what had 
happened was too awful to even think about!

I'll quit. We'll just have to do without all the extra 
money, Betsy told herself as she turned away from the 
lounge door and headed for Mr. Simpson's office door. 
They're all crazy, I'm not going to be here when the 
trouble starts!!

There was no doubt in Betsy's mind about what she was 
going to do when she knocked on Newton's door, then 
barged in without waiting for an answer. She was going 
to quit and she was going to make sure that she didn't 
let him touch her while she talked to him!

"Mr. Simpson? I have to talk to you about something 
imp... "Betsy stopped in mid-sentence because the 
theater manager wasn't alone in his office. Another man 
sat across from the desk, a handsome older man with 
distinguished graying hair. He was wearing a beautifully 
tailored suit.

Betsy began to tremble and tried to back out of the 
door. But instead of being angry, Mr. Simpson smiled at 
her and motioned for her to come to his desk. The little 
girl was too surprised and off balance to refuse. After 
a moment's hesitation she stepped back into the office 
and shyly approached the desk. "See? I told you that she 
was nice. You don't have to worry about me, I know how 
to pick my staff."

The man on the other side of the desk nodded in answer 
to Newt's boast and calmly eyed Betsy from head to toe. 
The slim little girl saw the heat and the interest in 
the older man's eyes and shivered. She didn't want him 
to touch her. She wanted to leave and never come back, 
but there was something about the other man, something 
that rattled her completely. He looked just like her 
daddy!!

"Come here, baby," the older man said in a low voice. "I 
want a better look at you." His voice even sounded like 
daddy's! The little girl wanted to cry as she slowly 
moved towards the graying man's outstretched hand.

"Betsy... this is... uh, Mr. Baker, Harold Baker," 
Newton mumbled as Betsy took the' man's hand. The slim 
little usherette knew that Baker wasn't really his name, 
but she didn't care. All she wanted to do was go closer 
to him and see if he still reminded her of her dead 
father.

"Mr. Baker is in charge of the Majestic and... other 
places for the company," Newton said softly. "I was just 
telling him how... good you are at your job and how... 
worthwhile you'll be to us soon."

For the first time Betsy understood. She realized that 
the wasn't talking about the movie house. He was talking 
about the men who came to the film club and what went on 
in the bed behind the screen. She wondered where they 
would put her cot, when she was ready, in the dressing 
room?

Despite her understanding, the little' girl wasn't 
upset. She stared into Mr. Baker's eyes and felt that 
warm, gushing feeling in her pussy.

He was just like daddy and now she realized something, 
something that had been hidden from her all those years. 
She wished that Mr. Baker was daddy, because she knew 
what he wanted from her and she knew that she wanted him 
to have it! It would have been so exciting if daddy had 
wanted her like that!!

"Do you like working for us, honey? Now that you've been 
here for a while, do you think that you'd like to stay 
with us?"

Here was her chance. Betsy knew that all she would have 
to do was tell him that she-wanted to leave and she 
could do it. But when the pretty little girl stared deep 
into the handsome, gray haired man's eyes no words came 
to her.

Mr. Baker smiled at Betsy and gently pulled her closer. 
His fingers felt warm and gentle on the bare flesh of 
her wrist and when they started to move up her arm all 
she could do was tremble with anticipation.

"You are a pretty girl, that's good. A pretty girl can 
do well with us, she can have fun and make a lot of 
money at the same time. Do you like that idea, little 
girl?"

Betsy shuddered and watched as Mr. Baker's hand 
tightened around her elbow and he used his gnp to gently 
pull her up on his lap. Newton Simpson coughed and 
started to get up from his chair, but Mr. Baker used his 
free hand to motion him back.

"You don't have to leave, does he, honey? Why don't you 
make us all a drink, then we can call that other girl 
you have here and we'll have a short party up here."

The ice in her glass slid forward and clunked against 
her teeth. Betsy had just finished her drink in one big 
gulp, the way that Mr. Baker told her to. The pretty 
little usherette coughed and gasped for air when the 
fire of the whiskey exploded in her rummy.

It was her first experience with drinking and Betsy had 
just finished her second drink. "Ohhhh, it makes me 
feel... dizzy," Betsy murmured as she sat her empty 
glass down and leaned back against Mr. Baker's shoulder.

The pretty little girl could hear the man laugh and feel 
the vibrations against her spine. He'd taken off his 
suit coat-and she was. even more aware of his body heat 
as the older man hugged her tight.

Betsy giggled. She could feel Mr. Baker's prick. 
stirring and stiffening under her and she surprised 
herself with her own boldness when she wiggled her 
bottom against it. The slender little brunette heard the 
man behind her grunt and felt his big hand land on her 
bare thigh and start upward.

The office was dark. Newton had pulled the drapes and he 
was sitting across the room with Kathy. Betsy strained 
her eyes and saw that the theater manager clinched with 
the older girl, their arms were wrapped around each 
other as they kissed.

Betsy sighed and wiggled her bottom again. Just watching 
Kathy respond to Newt's touch was making her feel funny 
and soft inside. She'd forgotten how nice it was to be 
kissed by a man, to feel his stubble lightly scratch her 
face and taste the cigarette tobacco on his lips. Grace 
was nice and excited her, but the little girl realized 
that she needed more, at least some of the time.

Mr. Baker's hand was under her skirt, but it was moving 
too slow to suit Betsy and the slender little girl 
pulled the skirt up and jerked the leg band of her 
panties aside so that he could touch her.

"Ohhhhhh, you're learning fast," the handsome man who 
held her whispered. Betsy gasped and stiffened as he 
pressed a stiffened finger into the moist grip of her 
baby pussy. "Newton told me that he was the first inside 
of you, is that right?"

Betsy was embarrassed, but she nodded as she rolled her 
hips again. The finger burrowed deeper inside of her and 
it felt so nice that she almost had a tiny climax! "Is 
he the only one? Has anyone else ever fucked you, honey? 
Have you let some other stud shove it to you yet?"

"Huuuuuh! Noooooo," Betsy gushed as he wiggled his 
finger back and forth over her stiff little love bud. 
"Noooooo, it scared me, I... I didn't want to let anyone 
do it to me again."

The second that she answered him Betsy felt Mr. Baker's 
prick jump and butt hard against her bottom. The pretty 
child moaned with pleased anticipation and reached 
between her open legs so that she could cup the fat 
outline of his heavy balls.

"You're not afraid now, I can tell that you're ready 
again," Mr. Baker's voice was so soft and low that it 
sounded like he was humming to her. Betsy couldn't 
answer him, she couldn't make a sound.

"I'm glad that no one else has been in you, baby," the 
man whispered as he lifted Betsy and put her on her 
feet. They worked together and in seconds she was naked 
except for her shoes. "I wish that I had known about you 
because I would have been the first!"

The naked, little girl shivered as she watched Mr. Baker 
strip. She darted a nervous glance at Mr. Simpson and 
Kathy but she needn't have worried. The two on the couch 
were already half naked and Kathy lay back while Newton 
was busy sucking and pulling on her stiff nipples.

Betsy swayed on her feet and for the first time realized 
that she was almost drunk. The pretty little brunette 
giggled and shook her head, letting her long dark hair 
dance and swing around her head.

All that Mr. Baker was wearing was his shorts. Before he 
could pull them down, Betsy moved to him and hooked her 
own small fingers in the waist band of his straining 
shorts.

It was funny. Betsy knew that the whole situation was 
weird but in spite of that, she felt at home and 
natural. Every time that the little girl looked up into 
the handsome man's face she was reminded of her father 
and the idea of standing naked before her daddy, pulling 
down his shorts excited her. Betsy couldn't bring 
herself to look at Mr. 

Baker's hard-on until she'd managed to jerk his tight 
shorts down to his knees. Then, her knees shaking, Betsy 
looked and the sight of his thick, hairy column set off 
a small skyburst rocket in her belly and made the 
delicate muscles in her tight love sheath strain and 
clamp down!!

Remembering-what she'd seen in the movie, the pretty 
little girl used both hands to grip the sighing man's 
throbbing cock. Betsy hesitated for a second, enjoying 
the feel of the big fleshy spear as it throbbed against 
her palms, then she began to move her hands up and down.

"Ummmmm, that's good," Mr. Baker sighed as he leaned 
against the desk and watched the naked child jack him 
off. "You have a talent for this, you're a natural!" He 
patted her head and used his fingers to pull Betsy's 
long hair back from her face. His other hand drifted 
down from her shoulders and was gently squeezing and 
stroking the firm buds of her little breasts. Betsy 
shivered and pressed closer to him. She loved the feel 
of his hands, especially when she pretended that they 
were daddy's.

"Lick it, honey," Mr. Baker sighed. "Get my cock all wet 
and slippery so that I can slip it in you. Lick it all 
over." She'd only been waiting for the invitation. Betsy 
took a deep breath and bent her head.

"0oooooggghhhh, that's nice, the gray-haired man sighed. 
"That's good as it can get!" He had turned and was 
shoving the things on the top of Newt's desk aside. 
Betsy shivered happily as she worked the dripping blade 
of her tongue up and down his thick cock. She liked the 
taste and feel of it and the idea that she was wetting 
it so that it could crawl into her belly made her love 
Mr. Baker's cock all the more.

She'd worked her way to the tip and after licking and 
slobbering around the underside, the naked little girl 
popped the bloated tip of the older man's big dong into 
her mouth and began to suck on it. Without taking her 
ovaled lips away from the penis, Betsy turned her head 
slightly and peeked behind her. 

Kathy was on her knees before the couch and she was 
sucking on Newton Simpson's big prick too, it made the 
little twelve-year-old feel grown up and important to be 
able to please men like this and it eased her mind when 
she realized that Kathy did the same things as she did.

"Ummmmm that's good, honey," Mr. Baker finally sighed as 
he pushed Betsy's bobbing head away from his big slab of 
meat. Now, come up here and show me what he taught you."

Betsy was trembling with fear, but she didn't resist. 
She allowed the naked man to lift her and sit her on the 
edge of the desk. Looking down at his throbbing cock, 
the pretty little girl felt like crying. She was still 
afraid and the thought of taking that big thing inside 
of her was suddenly almost more than she could bear!

"You'll hurt me," Betsy whimpered as Mr. Baker moved 
between her naked thighs. The man ignored her as he 
pulled her bottom close to the edge of the desk and 
began to press her backward, forcing the moaning little 
girl to lay flat on her back. "Please, let me suck it 
some more! I'm afraid, you'll tear me and hurt me! !"

"Shhhhh, don't worry," Harold Baker sighed and soothed 
Betsy. The man ran his hands up and down over her naked 
body, lightly caressing and pinching her velvet smooth 
flesh. "I won't hurt you. We'll go slow. You'll love it, 
believe me."

It was terrible. Betsy was still afraid, but each time 
that he touched her, each time that he let his wandering 
fingers press and dip into her secret places, that fire 
in her belly grew stronger. Soon it would be too strong 
to ignore!

"Watch me, honey," Mr. Baker whispered. "Watch me, 
lover."

Betsy's wide eyes were brimming with tears as She meekly 
did as she was told and lifted her head so that she 
could see. Mr. Baker held his big prick in his hand and 
was slowly, gently rubbing the purple knob of the glans 
against the parted lips of her little cunt.

The naked little girl gasped and stiffened on the desk 
top. The firm pads of her ass clenched together and 
lifted her moist chink. Again and then again the man 
rubbed the pulpy head of his prick between the folds 
could see as well as feel the glans kissing her 
distended little clitoris and sighed happily as waves of 
pleasure eddied and shifted in her.

"Spread your legs, honey," the man panted as he pressed 
forward. "Lift them and spread them for me."

Betsy moaned as she did. The lovely little girl gripped 
the hollows behind her knees and pulled her slim thighs 
all the way back to her shoulders. She could still see 
what Mr. Baker was doing to her and when he lowered the 
head of his lance and fitted it in the oozing mouth of 
her vagina the naked little girl whimpered and began to 
roll her hips in a feeble effort to escape penetration.

"Be still," Harold sighed. "Don't worry, honey, I won't 
hurt you." He used one hand to guide his bloated, saliva 
slick cock, and with the other hand he pressed down 
against her tummy, pinning Betsy to the desk top while 
he slowly thrust the first two inches of his big thing 
into her.

"Unnngggghhhh..." Betsy whimpered helplessly when she 
felt her tight vagina being stretched and opened. 
Nothing had been inside of her since that first time and 
this was almost as bad as it was then! "Ooooggghhhh 
you're hurting me... awwwwwgggghhhh, please, Mr. Baker 
you are hurting me!!"

Harold Baker snorted and shook his head, His eyes were 
closed and he didn't hear her. Betsy shivered and 
strained to pull her slender legs farther apart. It 
helped. Stretching her thighs seemed to make more room 
for his big prick that way.

"Ahhhhhh, God but you're tight," the man finally gasped.

Betsy moaned in answer. Looking down she could see more 
than half of his bloated stalk buried in her belly and 
the sight of it frightened her and thrilled her all at 
the same time.

"It's going to feel good, honey, just relax and let it 
happen," Harold whispered to her.

Betsy was about to answer him when he reached forward 
and covered the flattened buds of her small breasts with 
his warm palms.

"Shhhhhh, just relax, kid. Lay back and let me fuck you. 
You'll love it in a few minutes!"

A dull, slow moving sensation was building up inside of 
her. Betsy's legs were hurting and she was forced to 
drop them. She let them slide down around the naked 
man's rib cage and hug his waist. The movement dropped 
her pelvis and the lovely little girl gasped in 
amazement when she realized that the funny sensation was 
pleasure!!

"Ohhhh!... Huuuuuuh!!" The sounds were gushing out of 
her as the gray-haired man's cock advanced. It was 
getting thicker with each fraction of an inch and Betsy 
stared down at the long, throbbing hard-on with awe. 

She couldn't stop herself. The muscles of her ass 
clenched again and made her stinging, bruised little 
cunt jiggle around the stiff post that was slowly 
gliding into her. Mr. Baker grinned when he heard her 
moans of pain turn into sighs of pleasure. He increased 
the pressure, driving himself into her to the balls!!

Her vision was blurred and dancing when Betsy looked up 
at him again. This time the gray-haired man who towered 
over her and was intent on working his painfully big 
dong in and out of her looked more like daddy than ever!

"Oooooooooo, Daddy," the shaken little girl moaned as 
she wiggled and rolled her narrow hips. "It feels better 
now. Do it... I like it now!"

Mr. Baker looked surprised, then pleased. His eyes grew 
brighter and he smiled, showing his white even teeth.

"Oh yes? Would you like it with daddy? Do you want daddy 
to fuck you and make you cum and cum?" He sounded just 
like her daddy and that, combined with the lovely feel 
of his big, slippery prick beginning to move in and out 
of her broke the string for Betsy!!

"Oooooooohhhh, yesssss, Daddy. I want that! I didn't 
know it before, but I want that so much!" The naked 
child shuddered and wiggled her smooth hairless body 
jerked and humped on the slick desk top. They both 
watched breathlessly as almost half of the swollen cock 
was withdrawn and they both groaned with pleasure as it 
jammed home again!

Betsy's neck muscles were taut and stood under her flesh 
like straining bridge supports. flesh was crawling with 
excitement. The child's hands gripped the gray-haired 
man's shoulders and pulled as she fought to bring the 
stuffed oval of her bubbling little cunt closer to him. 
Harold Baker grunted and shook as he began to make long, 
smooth strokes into the pink and red mouth of the 
child's hairless pussy.

Betsy heard a muffled, shuddering groan of pleasure from 
across the room and she raised her head to see what was 
happening. Kathy was on her hands and knees in the 
center of the room.

Newton knelt behind Kathy and he was the one making the 
moaning sounds as he sent thrust after flesh shaking 
thrust into the seventeen-year-old's body. It only took 
a second for Betsy to realize that the theater manager's 
big prick was buried in the girl's anus! Betsy gasped 
and shook. She was afraid of that too, but even so she 
couldn't drag her eyes away from the lewd sight.

Looking over his shoulder, Mr. Baker saw what Betsy was 
looking at and a new, hard sound crept into his voice. 
"Would you like that? Do you want daddy to stick his big 
cock up your ass too?"

Betsy gasped and moaned. The muscles in her love sheath 
tightened painfully and she wiggled frantically on the 
end of her daddy's big prick. "Noooooo," she whimpered 
pitifully. "Nooooo, don't do that to me, Daddy. Don't 
I... couldn't... ooooooohhhhhhhh!!!"

Mr. Baker snorted and then groaned as the child's 
deliciously tight pussy clamped down on him. He bucked 
and thrust and each time that his big prick sank home it 
would drive the whimpering little girl back an inch.

"Agggghhhh, shake your ass, honey! Shake it, Daddy's 
going to cum in you.

Daddy's going to fill his baby's cunt with cum... 
agggghhhh!!!"

The warm gush inside of her stimulated Betsy. The naked 
child's body arched up off the desk, her heels locked 
tight behind his back. Betsy was aware of how slick and 
hard to hold the big prick had become and she clamped 
down even harder on it, milking Mr. Baker's frothy semen 
up from his shrinking balls with each pull.

"Ooooo... dadddddddyyy!!! I... Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!"

"Don't work her tonight. Let her rest up a day and then 
start in on her again." Mr. Baker's words still rang and 
echoed in her ears. Betsy sat slumped on a stool in the 
dressing room and shook her head as she remembered what 
she'd heard as she lay sprawled on the desk. "You know 
what I want, Newt. That little sugar cunt can be worth 
big dollars to us. I want her broken in and on the 
string by the end of the month!"

They talked about her as if they owned her. Betsy tried 
to be angry about that but she was too tired and beaten 
down to manage. "On the string," she wasn't certain what 
that meant but she was sure that it wouldn't be a good 
thing for her!

The pretty little girl looked around the empty dressing 
room. Kathy had already changed and left. Betsy frowned 
and felt a sick little tingle between her thighs when 
she thought about the redheaded usherette. Kathy hadn't 
said a word to her when they got back to the dressing 
room. She hadn't even looked at Betsy before she dressed 
and hurried out. As she slipped into her dress, the 
little girl found herself thinking about Kathy. And the 
more she thought the more confused and unsettled Betsy 
felt.

It's no secret, she takes those men back there for 
money, Betsy told herself The little twelve-year-old 
knew that was wrong and that she should not like the 
older girl. But whenever she thought about Kathy, Betsy 
remembered how pretty and nice she looked with Mr. 
Simpson. How her firm young breasts jiggled and bounced 
when she knelt before him and let him put his big prick 
in her... her ass!!!

Suddenly Betsy realized that she was getting excited 
again. Images of Kathy were mingling with images of 
Grace Borden until she wasn't sure which was which! Did 
she want to do that with Kathy too? Betsy imagined 
slipping to her knees and kissing Kathy's red pubic 
curls, imagined worming her tongue into Kathy's cunny 
and tasting her love juice!

No! I have to stop thinking about things like that! I 
have to stop this. I don't care what I promised Mr. 
Baker, I have to get out of here! A sudden wave of panic 
swept over her and the little girl only paused long 
enough to sweep up her purse before she darted out of 
the dressing room and down the stairs of the deserted 
theater!!

When she burst out the back door of the Majestic, the 
brilliant sunlight blinded Betsy for a moment. The 
pretty girl stood in the alley and tried to shade her 
dazzled eyes with her hand. She was so preoccupied that 
she didn't see the big, balding man step out of a car 
where he'd been sitting and move up behind her!

There was no warning. Betsy felt a strong hand on her 
arm and before she could utter a sound at thick, 
emotional voice spoke in her ear!

"Shut up you little whore! Don't you make a sound or 
I'll break your arm!" He shook her and Betsy desperately 
nodded her head. She was too terrified to resist in any 
way.

"Get in the car," the man beside her ordered. When Betsy 
didn't move fast enough, he used his free hand to swat 
her hard across the bottom! The frightened little girl's 
fingers fumbled with the handle, but before he could 
spank her again she had it open and could scramble 
inside.

She was terrified. The trembling twelve-year-old didn't 
dare try to slip away when the big man shut her door and 
walked around to the driver's side to get in. All she 
could do was huddle helplessly on the seat and peek at 
the grim-faced man out of the corner of her eye.

The man was almost totally bald. Only a short cut fringe 
of stubble showed around the back of his head. His face 
was large and meaty, the nose and the lips thick and 
scary looking.

Her abductor didn't say a word as he started the car and 
pulled it out of the alley and into the afternoon 
traffic.

Betsy sat perfectly still, she wished that she could see 
someone she knew, but she wasn't sure what she could do 
if she did.

The big man didn't speak until they pulled out of the 
town and headed down a country road that led to the 
river. Then he turned his head and his dull gray eyes 
seemed to bore into her as he spoke.

"I saw you this morning...you may look like a pretty 
little girl but I know that you're a whore, just like 
that redhead!!"

Betsy didn't know how to react, she simply sat there and 
stared in amazement at the man.

"I was the one," the bald man said. When Betsy made no 
response he got angrier and reached out to slap at her 
bare knee. "I was the one behind you. I played with that 
tight little ass of yours when you sucked that kid 
off!!"

A wave of fear and horror washed over her and for a 
second Betsy considered jumping out of the moving car. 
But the man was one step ahead of her. He caught her by 
the wrist and roughly jerked her across the seat until 
she sat close to him.

Memories of those strange moments in the darkened 
theater haunted the frightened little girl. She 
remembered the shadow behind her and how good he'd made 
her feel. But in the theater was one thing. To be alone 
with him now was something else completely!

They were driving through the dark green of the trees by 
the river when the man pulled a hard left turn and 
pulled behind a large, leafy stand of trees. Looking 
around them, Betsy saw that there were no houses near 
and that anyone passing on the road wouldn't be able to 
see them and she became more frightened than ever!

"What do you... Why did you make me come out here?" The 
trembling little girl asked with a quaver in her voice. 
"I... I didn't do anything to you. Are you going to hurt 
me?"

The bald man made a growling sound in his throat, but he 
didn't look at her. He sat very still staring at his 
hands as they gripped his steering wheel. His silence 
frightened Betsy as much as his violent talk.

At last the man let go of the wheel and turned to her.

Betsy saw a wild, unreasoning light gleaming in the 
man's eyes.

"All my life! All my life, dirty, seducing little girls 
have been around me! I try not to see you, I try not to 
go to see those dirty movies, but I can't stop it!" The 
big man's lips moved again but no sound came out.

His eyes had dropped away from hers and Betsy was sure 
that she could feel them crawling over her exposed legs 
and the rest of her tender body.

"I wasn't trying to... I mean it was a mistake... I 
don't do things like that all the time. I was just..." 
There was no way for her to finish her sentence. Betsy 
couldn't think of the words to explain what he'd seen, 
much less the way that she'd reacted when he touched her 
in the dark like that. "What...what are you going to do 
to me?"

For the first time the man smiled and at the same time 
he reached out and put an arm around Betsy's shaking 
shoulders. "I should kill you," the man whispered in her 
ear. "But I won't! I'm weak and I want to... touch you 
and... do things."

His voice had softened and so had his expression and, 
for the first time since he'd grabbed her in the alley, 
Betsy began to relax and catch a hold of the fear that 
was raging and ringing inside of her.

'I... You didn't have to be so rough," the little girl 
whispered, doing her best to soothe the big man. "I 
might have... come with you if you'd asked me, nice." 
Betsy saw the doubt in the big man's eyes and she 
hurried on. "What's your name? I'd really like to know."

The hulking man smiled at her, then nodded his head as 
he patted her on the knee. "My name is Rufus, Rufus 
Bailey...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you but when 
I meet a pretty girl like you, one who... does things, I 
get all confused and..." He couldn't finish either, the 
big man shrugged helplessly and smiled at Betsy again.

The slim little girl returned the smile. She wasn't 
relaxed or calm yet but her panic had died and the wild, 
unreasoning fear that she'd experienced was fading 
rapidly. The pretty little girl boldly looked the big 
man up and down and what she saw was exciting, in a 
scary sort of way.

Rufus was big, but he wasn't fat. Each time that he 
moved, Betsy could see his large, bulky muscles move and 
flex under his thin shirt and wash softened jeans. He 
worked and, from the looks of his muscles and the deep 
tan that he wore, the little girl guessed that he worked 
outside.

She wasn't sure why she did it but there was something 
about the lost, confused way that Rufus talked that 
appealed to Betsy. Boldly she reached out and pressed 
her small hand against his bulging bicep.

"I know how you feel," the pretty little girl whispered. 
"Sometimes I get all confused about... things like that 
too." She hadn't meant to do it, but as she whispered to 
the big man Betsy's eyes had dropped from his face, to 
the fly of his jeans. When she saw his prick stir and 
jump under the near white denim, a lovely, hot tingling 
sensation flamed back to life between her slender 
thighs!

"I... wouldn't have hurt you..." Rufus Bailey mumbled. 
He had his large head down and Betsy couldn't see his 
face. But somehow the little girl knew instinctively 
that he would have if she'd fought him. "It's just that 
you're so... pretty and make me feel... nice!"

He was getting a hard-on.

Betsy stared in awed fascination as the outline of the 
bald man's huge cock rose under his jeans and strained 
at the soft fabric! The little girl suddenly felt calm 
and in control of herself. She gave the man a warm smile 
and inched a little closer to him.

"You... made me feel... nice during that movie. You made 
me... do it. Do you understand what I mean?" Rufus' head 
was still down, but the pleased smile on his thick lips 
was easy to see.

Betsy felt like giggling but she held it back. She 
didn't want Rufus to think that she was laughing at him.

"You said that you brought me out here to... do things. 
Do you still want to?" Betsy was shocked by her own 
boldness but the words were out of her mouth before she 
could stop them.

The big man lifted his head and stared at her. For a 
moment the pretty little girl saw the flames of anger 
and frustration in his dull eyes, but gradually the 
anger died and in its place she saw a shy, uncertain 
question. She wasn't so afraid now. Betsy playfully 
pressed her bare knee against his, "What were you going 
to do to me?"

Rufus Bailey was confused. But he still knew his mind. 
The big man grinned and pulled Betsy close with the arm 
that he'd already draped over her shoulders.

"I wanted to make you... make those sounds again," the 
big man admitted shyly. "It made me feel good when you 
came like that. It made me feel like I was doing the 
right things."

She liked the feel of the big man's hands on her 
shoulder. Using the feminine instincts that were born in 
her, she relaxed and let Rufus pull her close to him. 
The balding man's other hand hovered over Betsy's bare 
legs and the pretty little girl felt wild and careless 
when she caught it and boldly pressed it up under her 
short little skirt.

"You aren't supposed to scare girls," the slender child 
said in a low voice. "You're supposed to be nice to them 
and touch them in places that make them feel good."

The big man stared at Betsy in mute surprise.

His apparent helplessness made Betsy feel bolder and 
more sure of herself. "I might like you... if you were 
nice to me. I could like you a lot if you promised that 
you wouldn't hurt me or scare me."

Betsy could hardly believe the words that were coming 
out of her mouth. She stared at the big man 
apprehensively and waited to see what effect she was 
having on him.

"I... I never had a girl... I've hurt some little girls 
but I didn't want to do it," the big man mumbled. Rufus 
hid his head and refused to look at Betsy.

"I get confused. I hear people say that what I want to 
do is bad and wrong but... I like it! It makes me feel 
good but every time that I do things like this I start 
thinking that I'm bad and I... hurt someone!"

Betsy understood. He was voicing her own fears and 
confusion and she felt protective and loving toward him.

"I don't want to hurt anyone but when I think about how 
bad these things are and how people tell me that I 
shouldn't do them, I don't know what to do-and when I 
don't know what to do, I hit people!" Rufus looked up, 
he smiled shyly at Betsy and when his strong arm pulled 
her closer she melted and allowed it. It thrilled the 
pretty little girl when she pressed her hand against his 
powerful chest so that she could pull her face back a 
few inches.

"Have you ever kissed someone? I mean kissed them nice, 
so that they would like it?"

Rufus seemed surprised for a moment then he slowly shook 
his head. He'd never considered trying that.

Betsy didn't wait. The pretty little girl gently leaned 
forward and pressed her lips against the big man's. For 
a moment Rufus began to tremble. But then he stopped. 
Instead of grabbing her, the big man gently returned her 
kiss.

It all felt natural and reasonable. As they kissed, 
Betsy felt that lovely warmth spring up between her slim 
thighs and when her hand dropped from his chest the 
warmth turned into a searing flame. It was so big! 
Betsy's tummy churned. She felt a warm trickle of love 
juice squirt out of her tight little love sheath when 
her fingers traced the length and width of Rufus' 
bloated hard-on.

"Ooooohhhh, that's good," the balding man groaned. His 
fingers slid under the open throat of Betsy's dress and 
gently pinched at the child's formative nipples. "It's 
kinda big. Does it... scare you?"

Betsy shivered and pressed closer to him. Her fingers 
dug into the soft material of his jeans and, after a 
moment's fumbling, she found the metal tab of his 
zipper.

"A lot of ladies get scared when they see my... thing," 
Rufus whispered. Betsy could hear the confusion and 
apprehension in the big man's voice. "I can't help it, 
that's the way that it grew."

She'd been warned. But when Betsy finally managed to 
drag his zipper all the way down and looked down into 
the big man's lap she thought that her heart had 
stopped!

"Oooooooooo, myyyyyy," the pretty little girl sighed as 
she stared at her captor's incredible erection. The awed 
little girl's eyes crept from the thick, white base of 
the man's cock up the gnarled, warty sides of the shaft 
to the bloated, purple-hued head. "Ohhhhhhh, Mr. Rufus, 
it's... big," Betsy gasped.

She was frightened. But this time her fright didn't 
paralyze her. Betsy's small hand shook as she reached 
out and curled her fingers around the thick shaft of the 
balding man's cock. The heat and the pulsation of his 
hot blood shook Betsy and the pretty twelve-year-old 
groaned softly as she began to tug and squeeze it.

"Ooooohhhhh, pretty little girl,"the big man sighed as 
he pulled Betsy closer to him. "I... like it when you do 
that to me."

Betsy was trembling, her breath was coming harder and 
harder and she had to fight to fill her small lungs with 
air. Rufus' hand was high under her skirt and she felt 
no shame or hesitancy when she pushed forward and 
carelessly rammed her moist little love groove against 
his outstretched fingers.

"Ummmmm, Mr. Rufus, that's... agggghhh!!" It felt so 
nice! "Pull my panties off, I want to feel you touching 
me all over!"

The big man shuddered as if he'd been shocked. His 
strong fingers caught the leg band of her filmy panties 
and before the slim little girl could protest he jerked.

They both heard the rasp of ripping cloth and Betsy's 
slim little body jerked when she felt the cold afternoon 
air bathe her swollen cunt. Rufus pulled again and the 
waist band of her panties parted. The little girl 
groaned softly and lifted herself off the car seat long 
enough for the man to pull her tattered underwear away, 
then eagerly pressed her puffy vulva down against his 
fingers in a determined effort to drive one of them into 
her tingling, oozing little love sheath.

In just moments their combined excrement drove 
everything out their heads. Betsy squealed long enough 
to grab a blanket before he scooped her up and carried 
her away from the car.

There was a cool, shadowy nook among the trees beside 
the river and the big man chose that spot to spread his 
blanket. Betsy sighed and moaned happily when the 
balding man gently placed her on the blanket and 
hurriedly stripped away her loosened clothing. Betsy 
felt bold and shameless as she pressed a slim little 
finger between the parted lips of her pussy and teased 
the stiffening tip of her clitoris.

Rufus groaned and smiled broadly as he watched the 
lovely little girl masturbate for him. He watched the 
clear warm juiced dribble out of her pink and red 
vaginal opening and groaned as his huge rammer stiffened 
even more. The big man tore open the front of his pants 
and dropped them below his knees before he knelt beside 
Betsy. He wore no underwear and his throbbing hard-on 
snapped hard against his muscular belly while he reached 
high over his head and jerked free of his clinging t-
shirt.

Betsy sighed and shivered as she stared at the man's big 
probe. The naked little girl's dark eyes fastened on the 
thick, flanged knob of Rufus' frightening dong.

The pretty little girl shivered. She pressed her naked 
thighs tight around her hand as she worked a finger in 
and out of her drooling slippery pussy. It was so big 
and so hard looking that the girl felt her tummy 
contract in anticipation. Betsy's eyes tore themselves 
away from the darkened glans and slid like flowing oil 
down over the hard, rounded curves of the shaft.

It's going in me, the quivering little girl whispered to 
herself. He's going to lay on top of me and shove that 
big thing inside of me and I'll be able to feel every 
hairy inch of that inside of my body!

The thought was too much! Betsy reached out and began to 
urgently jerk and tug at the groaning man's exposed 
cock. The naked child could feel each throbbing vein, 
the tips of her sensitive fingers worked downward over 
the warts and the swollen contours of Rufus' tremendous 
probe and the thought of actually taking it inside of 
her set off a small, rippling orgasm deep in her cunny. 

But Betsy wasn't finished. The naked little girl knew 
that all that the man would have to do was press the 
spade shaped head of his penis between the pouting lips 
of her hairless slit and her delicious excitement would 
begin again.

"Oooooohhhhh, please, Mr. Rufus," Betsy moaned as she 
tugged at the man's big rammer. "I need it, put it in 
me... Oooooooo. I need it!!"

He was naked, his clothing lay crumpled on the green 
grass beside the blanket.

Betsy moaned when Rufus moved in between her splayed 
legs. The big man's strong hands pried her thighs apart 
and pushed them back until they were almost touching the 
blanket under her shoulders. The naked child gasped and 
wiggled her trim little bottom when the head of the 
prick nuzzled deep into the open throat of her vagina. 
The slender child's muscles pulled taut. The tendons on 
the backs of her slim thighs tightened until they looked 
like straining hawsers as she fought to open herself and 
give the slick head of the invading pole as soft and 
welcoming entry.

"Ogggghhhh, Jesus!! Ohhhhh, little honey, you feel so 
tight and so hot," Rufus groaned happily as he carefully 
pressed his muscular body down on Betsy's. "Tell me what 
to do. I... don't want to hurt you, not you, sweet baby, 
not you!"

The slim little twelve-year-old sighed and elevated her 
arched pelvis as another incredibly thick inch of prick 
slid over the lubricated planes of her cunt and entered 
her And, as it advanced, it seemed to force the gusting 
moans and gasps of pleasure that squirted out of her.

"Unnnnggghhhh," the naked child moaned as her slim arms 
wrapped around Rufus' neck and hugged him close while 
the big man slowly forced the full length of his awful 
cock into her.

Betsy groaned. The little girl felt the rough hairs of 
the man's thighs scrape against her velvet smooth flesh 
and gasped when his muscular body pressed her down 
against the blanket, pinning her and trapping her 
against the earth by the river bank.

The naked little girl mumbled. The words were indistinct 
and slurred. She arched her slim body up from the 
wrinkled blanket and forced the stretched oval of her 
gorged cunt tight against the base of Rufus' throbbing 
cock. The big man snorted and thrust at Betsy, driving 
himself so deep inside of her that the little girl half 
expected to feel the greasy head of his big prick come 
popping out of her open, gasping mouth.

They rocked and shook against each other. Betsy's small 
fingers could trace the powerful muscles in the bald 
man's back as he worked and pressed his naked body 
against hers. Their legs locked and clung together. 
Betsy's small body contorted and shook as pile driving 
thrust after thrust filled her. 

Each time that the log like cock moved inside of her 
tight little love sheath the child would moan. She could 
feel its gnarled shaft scrubbing and pressing against 
her distended clitoris and it felt so good that she had 
to squeal and frantically work her naked, sweaty little 
body up to meet his as he hovered over her.

"Awwwwuuuggghhhh, it hurts," Betsy moaned softly as she 
worked her bubbling little pussy around and around the 
rigid staff of flesh that filled her to overflowing. 
"But it hurts sooooo nice. Do it harder, Mr. Rufus. 
Ooooohhh! All of it, put it all inside me like that!!"

The balding man groaned and then he began to shake. 
Betsy whimpered and slipped her slender thighs around 
his back and her pink heels banged hard against his 
muscular back. "Ooooggghhh, little honey... owwwggghh!"

The long, drawn-out groan of delight that rumbled out of 
Rufus shattered what little composure Betsy still had. 
She gasped and shuddered when the flexing, driving hose 
that filled her sent jet after gushing jet of lovely 
thick cum into her tight little love sleeve. The naked 
little girl sighed. She could feel Rufus' goo spurting 
out of her choked cunt and come raining down on the 
moving wiggling globes of her bottom.

"Oooooooh... I'm... aaaaiiiee!" Betsy clung to him, 
kissing his neck and nipping hard at his straining 
shoulder muscles while she hunched and squirmed her way 
through a lovely, soul-bending orgasm.

"You see," the pretty little brunette whispered happily 
as she bent over the man's wilting prick and gave it a 
long, lingering kiss. "You don't have to hurt anyone; 
you don't have to scare them, all you have to do is make 
them feel as good as you make me feel and everything 
will be nice."

Betsy couldn't keep from humming happily to herself as 
she twisted and turned under the soothing sting of her 
shower. The naked little twelve-year-old smiled and 
paused long enough to press the flat of her soapy palm 
against the firm mound of her hairless sex.

It was nice, the slender brunette whispered to herself. 
He's sooo big! I though that he would tear me in half! 
Betsy shivered when her bruised vulva began to tingle 
and grew warm in response to the pressure. Rufus hadn't 
torn her in half. Betsy was amazed and a little awed 
when she realized how easily her elastic little love 
sleeve had stretched to swallow all of Rufus' big cock.

I shouldn't think like that, the little girl told 
herself. Hurriedly Betsy turned off the shower and 
hopped out. I'm going to get into trouble. There's no 
way that I can do what Mr. Simpson wants me to do and 
not get into trouble! Betsy wished that she could sit 
down with her mother and tell her what had happened, she 
needed someone to talk to, but she didn't dare tell 
Julia.

Besides, she's in her room with, Dave. She doesn't care 
about what happens to me! It hurt when she admitted it 
to herself, but Betsy realized it was the truth. I never 
knew her, all this time and I never really knew my own 
mother!

Betsy thought about the soft, vacant look she noticed in 
Julia's eyes lately and she realized how her beautiful 
mother had let the house slide, how she ignored 
everything but Mr. Dave Henry and his big, long cock! 
Part of the girl understood, part of her knew what it 
was like to let herself be ruled by a throbbing penis. 
But even then, she knew that it was dangerous and wrong.

Betsy was looking in the mirror, combing her wet hair 
when the door to the bathroom swung open. The lovely 
little girl saw a large, hairy hand push the door. She 
squeaked as she dove sideways and grabbed a large towel! 
The pretty little girl stood, wide-eyed, her slender 
body hid behind the towel when Dave Henry stalked into 
her room.

Betsy expected the handsome man to see her, mumble an 
apology and then hurry out of the room, but he surprised 
and frightened her by doing exactly the opposite.

"Ohhhh? You finally came home, eh? Your mother called 
the theater earlier and they told her that you left this 
afternoon." Dave Henry grinned at her and leaned against 
the edge of the washbasin.

For the first time, Betsy saw that all he wore was a 
pair of underwear shorts.

The handsome man caught the direction of the frightened 
little girl's glance and grinned. He made no effort to 
hide the open fly of the shorts so that she wouldn't be 
forced to look at his thick, dark pubic hair.

"I think that it's time that you and I had a little 
talk, honey," the big man murmured. When Dave pushed 
away from the sink and tried to stand upright, Betsy saw 
him stagger slightly and realized that he'd been 
drinking. "Yeah, you and I should get to know each other 
better!"

He made no move to touch her but just the same Betsy 
could feel his hot eyes burning through the towel that 
she held. She shivered as she waited.

Dave grinned at her and scratched his belly. In the 
process, he managed to push the waistband of his shorts 
even lower around his waist. "I've sorta...moved in 
here. I'm paying the rent and most of the bills so I 
think that you should know where I stand."

Betsy hadn't realized how close the man was until he 
reached out and caught the edge of her towel between his 
fingers. Before the startled little girl could catch it, 
the grinning man jerked at the towel and left her 
standing naked and defenseless before him!

"Ooooo," Betsy breathed in a shocked little tone. "I... 
don't look at me like that!"

Dave just grinned again and motioned for her to come to 
him.

Betsy didn't want to do it, but the heated, fever-bright 
look in Dave's eyes seemed to compel her and slowly the 
naked child moved close enough for the man to catch her 
arm.

"I like to look at you, honey, the handsome man sighed 
as he let his eyes rove over her slim, glistening body. 
"That's part of our deal. Your poor mother knows that 
she can't handle things alone, so she decided to let me 
take over."

The handsome man's tone hardened and Betsy squealed 
softly when his strong fingers closed around her arm.

"That includes you! Whether Julia knows it or not! You 
go with the place, honey, and the sooner you understand 
that, the better!"

He didn't give her a chance. Before Betsy could respond 
to what was happening the smiling man had drawn her up 
against his warm body and his free hand was tilting her 
head upward. A fleshy pair of lips dosed over her own 
and the naked twelve-year-old felt the newly awakened 
desires inside her flicker back to life.

"Please...Mother will...Oooooo!" Betsy tried to push 
away from the warm circle of Dave's strong arm but 
before she could the man's fingers found the already 
stiff nub of her small nipple and pulled at it. The 
lovely pleasure sensation that shot through her numbed 
the shaken little girl and left her soft and pliant in 
the man's grip.

Your mother? Don't worry about Julia, honey. I've got 
your mother under control, you don't have to worry about 
what she'll do or say about us!"

She heard the words, but Betsy still wasn't convinced. 
She tried to wiggle free of the handsome man's grip 
while she shook her head. "Please, I'm afraid of you. 
You're...too big, a man...I couldn't..."

Betsy had no chance to finish her feeble protest.

"You bet your ass I'm a man, baby!" Dave chuckled. He 
took one of Betsy's hands in his and boldly pressed it 
against the front of his shorts.

The little girl heard herself sigh and felt her thighs 
begin to tremble. She could feel the steel and gristle 
of his lovely prick stir under her palm.

"You're still hung up about your mama, aren't you?" Dave 
laughed this time. "Come with me. I'll show you how 
concerned your darling mama is about you and what you're 
doing!"

They were out the door and heading down the hallway 
toward her mother's room before Betsy could even think 
of a protest. Dave made no effort to be quiet or mask 
their approach to her mother's bedroom door.

Betsy felt a wild, unreasoning surge of excitement burst 
through her veins and knew that the delicate tissues of 
her sex were growing hot and filling with the hot blood 
of excitement as she watched his hand turn the knob and 
push open the door to her mother's bedroom.

"Look at her! That's your mother," the drunken man 
whispered in Betsy's ear.

"Look at that sloppy cunt and see her for what she 
really is!"

Betsy shook and trembled. She tried to turn her eyes 
away from what she saw but nothing, no impulse that she 
could call forward, could give her the strength to 
ignore the scene that lay before her.

"Mama... Ohhhhh, my God Mama..." the naked little girl 
moaned to herself. Look what he's done to you... ohhhh, 
look what he's turned you into. Oooohh, Julia, what am I 
going to do?

Betsy felt as if she was staring deep into her worst 
nightmare. The trembling little girl stared into her 
mother's darkened bedroom and settled even deeper into 
the big man's embrace when her mind digested what she 
was seeing.

Julia lay sprawled on her rumpled bed. Betsy saw it all 
at once. No obscene detail escaped her bright, seeking 
eye. The shaken little girl's mother lay with her 
smooth, rounded thighs spread wide, her naked body 
glowed in the light that streamed in through the open 
door.

From the slow, even way that Julia breathed, Betsy knew 
that her mother was sleeping. Despite the shock and 
embarrassment that Betsy felt, the lovely child couldn't 
tear her gaze away from the lewd sight of her mother as 
she lay sleeping contentedly while a thin trail of cum 
oozed out of her red and abused-looking sex and out of 
the corner of her mouth at the same time!

"Your mother sucks a mean cock," Dave Henry whispered 
softly in Betsy's ear. "Can you do that? Can you suck on 
a hard dick until it gives you its hot, slick juice to 
drink?"

For the first time in her life Betsy hated herself! The 
lovely child stared at her mother as she lay defiled and 
covered with the signs of her lewd behavior and realized 
that she was jealous!

A sudden and shocking truth invaded the little girl's 
mind and she understood. Fucking wasn't so bad, it was 
the reason and the feeling that was invoked that could 
make it bad and nasty. The loving was good, it was 
something everyone needed. It was the hate and the shame 
that turned it bad!

Betsy was still caught up in the wonder of her 
revelation and she made no effort to escape when the big 
man beside her tightened his grip on her shoulder and 
turned her away from the door.

"If I pay the bills and take on the responsibility of 
this house, then I get all the prizes too," the big man 
whispered in Betsy's ear.

The lovely little brunette knew exactly what he was 
saying to her and as awful and obscene as it was, she 
knew that it was the truth!

"If I pay your way, baby, I have the right to use you 
any way that I want!"

Her tight little love sheath was already squirting thick 
dribbles of love lube down over the fat, velvet-smooth 
lips of her baby cunt and Betsy was glad that Dave had 
bent and picked her up because she was certain that she 
would have collapsed on the floor if he hadn't.

The door to her bedroom swung open and Dave didn't 
hesitate as he headed for Betsy's bed. The lovely little 
girl knew it was wrong. She knew that, but the feel of 
the man's warm body, and the knowledge that soon she 
would feel the hot, powerful surge of his erection 
filling her killed any shame and resistance that might 
have grown up inside her.

"Jesus but you're lovely." Dave-breathed softly as he 
knelt beside her bed and stared at Betsy's slim, naked 
body. "I've never seen anyone so pretty..."

Betsy didn't have to answer him, the beautiful little 
girl felt Dave's lips moving down over her ribs and then 
to the velvet-smooth planes of her gently rounded belly.

Betsy gasped and dug her heels into the cover of her bed 
when she felt Dave's wet tongue glide over her belly and 
then move down to the deliciously sensitive spot where 
her slim thigh met and joined her body. The twelve-year-
old moaned, her fingers dug into the man's thick, curly 
hair and pulled, dragging his lips closer to her glowing 
flesh.

"Do you like me, honey? Do I turn you on?" Dave's 
questions burned and clawed at her but Betsy couldn't 
make her lips respond and the words of encouragement and 
agreement were caught deep inside her.

She felt the hard rasp of his beard against her butter-
soft inner thighs and whimpered when she felt Mr. 
Henry's strong tongue slither between the folds of her 
hairless slit and bathe the firm little knot of her 
clitoris in his warm saliva.

"Annnggghhh." The naked child sighed as she spread her 
slender, just-washed thighs wide so that the man could 
burrow his head even deeper between her thighs and 
fasten his lips around the small knob of her pleasure 
button. "Awwwwuugh, yesss! Ohhh, Mr. Henry, you're the 
bossss, you can have whatever you want!"

She was on the trembling verge of her orgasm when the 
man pulled his gleaming lips away from the soft flesh of 
her pussy and his hands gripped her thighs. Betsy moaned 
unhappily and wiggled her naked body as she was roughly 
turned over and a thick pillow was shoved beneath her 
churning belly.

"That's right, baby," Dave Henry moaned as he pulled 
Betsy up to her hands and knees. I'm the man! I'm the 
one who has to pay so I'm the one who takes what he 
wants!"

The naked child trembled and shook when she felt the 
handsome man move behind her. He'd paused long enough to 
shuck off his shorts and now his naked, pulsating prick 
lay nestled between the saucy, upturned cheeks of her 
firm little ass.

"Ohhhh," Betsy sighed. The lovely little girl shivered 
and pulled her naked body into a fetal portion. She 
could feel the fat knob of Dave Henry's member move up 
and down the crack of her splayed buttock cheeks. The 
head of the penis was leaking and the lovely child could 
feel the path it took as Mr. Henry's love lube cooled 
and dried on her flesh.

The taut head of the prick hesitated for a split second 
at the puckered little opening of her anus. Betsy gasped 
and shuddered when she felt its heated pressure. Then, 
when the lovely little twelve-year-old was about to moan 
with fear, the threatening knob moved on and forced its 
way between the tight folds of her pussy and found its 
already open mouth.

"Unnnngggg," Betsy moaned softly as she was drawn back 
to meet the panting man's stiff probe. The pretty little 
child gasped and wiggled her slim hips, helping the long 
pole of meat glide over the thick flow of love juice 
that was squirting out of her and fill the aching void 
inside her trembling belly. "That feels nice, Mr...Dave. 
I...love it!"

Dave Henry's strong arms tightened around her and the 
palms of his big hands closed over the glowing, 
sensitive buds of Betsy's budding little tits.

When Betsy whispered to him the delighted little 
brunette felt his hardon twitch and grow even larger, 
pulling the open oval of her small sex even wider in 
order that she could accept even more of him.

"You're tight," the handsome man moaned in Betsy's ear. 
"You feel slick and tight! Who opened you up, baby? I 
was sure you'd be a virgin. Who popped your cherry and 
taught you how to fuck, little girl?"

His questions embarrassed and excited Betsy at the same 
time. She knew she could never tell him, but when she 
thought about the others, those other big, throbbing 
cocks that had opened her before, a delightful ripple of 
pleasure raced through her, leaving her tingling from 
head to toe!

"I know one place where no one else has been," Dave 
muttered in her ear. For a moment Betsy didn't know what 
he was saying to her, but when one of his warm hands 
left a breast and pressed down between their bodies, she 
knew what he meant!

The hard little cheeks of Betsy's ass were pried apart. 
The naked little girl twitched and a small moan of 
anticipation leaked out of her open mouth.

"No one has had a cock in your tight little asshole, 
have they? No one has ever felt this small, brown 
Twinkie suck tight around them, have they, you greedy 
little cunt?"

"Ooooo, you're hurting me," Betsy squealed softly when 
the man's stiff finger, wet in her own juices, popped 
past her tight sphincter and began to wiggle in the 
pulsating grip of her rectum. "Noooooo, no one ever did 
that to me...unnnngggghhhh!!"

She knew, the moment that she heard Dave Henry chuckle 
and felt his long, piston smooth cock buck in her belly, 
Betsy knew what he was going to do to her! Obscene, 
frightening and exciting memories how her mother looked 
as she bucked and squealed under the pressure of this 
man's big cock assaulted her and Betsy didn't know if 
she wanted to scream or beg for mercy!

Betsy moaned and shook. The naked little girl 
desperately clamped down on the fat cock that was moving 
inside of her. If she could make him cum now she 
wouldn't have to let him...do that to her!

But the big man was in complete control of the 
situation. He groaned as the child's tight sheath pulled 
and milked at his big cock, but he gave no sign that he 
couldn't hold back.

Betsy's last hope died when she felt another fat finger 
force its way into her and lay wriggling beside the 
other in the hot, sucking grip of her forbidden asshole!

"I want your cherry, honey," Dave grated in Betsy's ear. 
"I'm going to fuck your tight little ass and you're 
going to yell but you'll love it!"

There was nothing she could do, Betsy knew it. Cold, 
numbing fear immobilized her and the naked little girl 
couldn't resist when she felt Dave slowly begin to pull 
his thick wedge of flesh out of her clinging, silken 
pussy. A finger tip found, then pressed hard against her 
tiny clitoris as the big tube of flesh left her and 
Betsy was reduced to a shuddering, moaning orgasm.

"Uhuuuuuooo, don't...please, you'll hurt me," Betsy 
managed to whisper as the lube slick head of Dave's big 
prick slid up and down between the firm little cheeks of 
her ass, wetting and lubricating the crease.

"Shhhhhh, don't worry," Dave hissed in her ear. At the 
same moment the man's finger began a wobbling, circular 
motion around her stiff clit.

The little girl gasped and wiggled, helpless in the grip 
of her animal pleasures.

"I won't hurt you too much. Just relax, baby, and let it 
happen! You're going to learn to love my cock in your 
ass!!"

A core-deep shudder grew up in Betsy when the frightened 
little girl felt the greasy knob of Dave Henry's cock 
find the place where his fingers twisted and pulled 
inside of her. The fingers pulled away, leaving her 
wrinkled little rosebud feeling stretched and empty, 
almost longing to feel his frightening pole fill that 
new emptiness that she felt.

"Ohhhhhh, pretty little baby," Dave moaned as he pressed 
his muscular man's body against her.

Betsy felt the hair on his chest brush against the sharp 
planes of her shoulder blades and sighed when she felt 
his scratchy pubic hairs scrub against the moon shaped 
cheeks of her bottom.

"Awwwuuuggghhhh," the naked little girl groaned when the 
lube-coated head of Dave's prick found the center of her 
ass and pressed in. The lovely child's toes splayed 
wide, her supple back arched but she didn't try to 
escape the pressure.

Betsy shivered, she could feel the delicate flesh of her 
anal passage give under the pressure of the cock that 
was trying to force entrance.

"Owwwwww," the naked child moaned softly, as she 
wriggled and shook under the implacable force of Dave's 
cock.

"Relax, honey," the handsome man whispered in her ear 
before he kissed it.

"It's going to be good. I can feel it. It's going to be 
wonderful!"

"Oooooggghhh, it...hurts," Betsy moaned in response as 
the slippery cock moved forward a fraction of an inch 
and forced the puckered oval of her virgin anus to part. 
"Awwwwwuuuuuggghhh, ooooohhhh, Mr. Dave!!"

She felt torn and violated when the mushroom shaped head 
of her mother's lover's prick oozed out past the 
weakened muscle of her sphincter and dipped its taut 
head in the hot, moist mystery of her rectal canal.

"Aaaaaaggghhh!!! Oooooo, my god!!" She couldn't believe 
what was happening! Betsy shook and twisted as the awful 
penetration was completed. The naked little girl wanted 
to pull away from the cock, but when she moved forward 
the man's finger would press hard against her clit and 
she couldn't stop herself as she rammed her stuffed, 
smarting ass back to meet the post of meat that was 
filling her.

"Ooooo, baby! It's good," Dave moaned in Betsy's ear.

The lovely little girl whispered and muttered as her 
slim thighs were forced open and another two fat inches 
of cock were sent into the moist, clinging grip of her 
virginal rectum.

Betsy could feel the flanged head of the man's big prick 
as it slowly forced its way into her. The naked little 
girl whimpered and shook. A long string of muttered, 
mumbled words squirted out of her open mouth as Dave 
Henry's bloated cock filled her. Betsy lost all ability 
to resist.

"Ooooohhhh, it hurts," the lovely child moaned as she 
slowly revolved her slim, boyish hips and made the 
burning ring of her tight anus slip and kiss around the 
awful girth of the invader that filled her ass. 
"Unnnnnggghhhhh, Dave... ohhhh!!"

It was terrible and disgusting but no matter how hard 
she tried to ignore what was happening inside of her, 
the lovely little girl could feel a small glowing coal 
of pleasure ignite amid the pain.

Dave groaned happily as he felt Betsy's tight little ass 
pucker close around him. His strong fingers moved up and 
down her curved spine. The fingers found the little 
girl's sensitive nerve endings and secret places, 
leaving her gasping and writhing with desire as they 
passed.

The massive cock in her bottom thrust again and Betsy 
knew that she had it all because Dave's big balls were 
resting heavily against the pouting, empty lips of her 
sex. The lovely twelve-year-old's muscles pulled taut 
and she rocked backward, helping her tormentor make his 
fleshy probe squirm and twist in her ravaged anus.

"I've got you," Dave muttered as he pulled back, 
dragging a few inches of his lube slick prick out of the 
frantic grip of Betsy's glowing anal passage. "I can 
feel you! I know that you like it and I'm going to see 
to it that you get all the cock that you need!!"

It was dirty and mean, but Betsy loved it! The naked 
child shivered and forced her bottom to dance and wiggle 
around the fat prick that had opened her. Dave's voice 
sounded harsh and exciting in her ear as he pressed 
forward again. Betsy felt the prick fill her and groaned 
as the sickeningly sweet surge of perverted pleasure 
washed through her.

"Think of it! You and your mother! I'll fuck the shit 
out of both of you. She loved it, kid. Did you hear me? 
Your mother loves my cock. She'll do what I tell her 
because she won't get any more if she doesn't!!"

Betsy was gasping and jerking. The pain had faded and 
all she could feel was the hot, liquid feel of the man's 
big dong as it sluiced in and out of her clinging 
rectum.

"I could make her take care of you. Would you like that, 
baby? How would you like it if I had her in here right 
now and she was sucking that wet little pussy of yours?"

Betsy gasped. Her heart stopped beating and she felt the 
hot surge of lust bite and nibble at her enlarged, 
pebble-hard clitoris. The shaken little girl imagined 
her lovely mother with her head between her splayed 
thighs and came!!

"Oooooo!!! I...aaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!!" Betsy just couldn't 
stand it. Deep in the back of her mind she knew that she 
couldn't let it happen, but the image of her mother's 
soft lips pulling and kissing her pussy inflamed her and 
she surrendered to the lovely ripples of her orgasm. 
"Unnnnggghhhh don't say that... that's... 
awwwwuuugghhhh!!"

Dave's pace had picked up. Betsy squealed and shook as 
his lubricated cock shoved in and out of her. Then the 
naked child felt the prick in her guts stiffen and then 
jerk. A warm gushing sensation filled Betsy and the 
delighted little girl felt her mother's lover send the 
hot flush of his hairy balls deep into her bowels.

"Ooooowwwwwwaaaaaiiiieeee!!!" The animal scream of 
pleasure tore itself out of her as Betsy lay pinned by 
the heaving thrusting pressure of the cock. The lovely 
child felt herself filled with thick, greasy cum and 
ignored the pain as she worked her fight anal sheath up 
and down on Dave's beautiful cock!!

He could do it, Betsy told herself dazedly. He could 
make mama crawl down in the bed and suck me!! She tried 
not to let herself think about Grace and the wonderful 
feel of her mouth. No! I can't let it happen. I couldn't 
live with that!!

But despite her thoughts, Betsy's imagination ran ahead 
of her and even as she jogged and wiggled on the end of 
Dave Henry's wilting prick she knew I've got to leave! I 
can't stay here, not with them!

She knew that she had to leave, but even so, the lovely 
little girl's mouth opened and she heard her voice in 
the strained stillness of her bedroom. "Can you get it 
hard again? Please, Mr. Dave, get it hard and do that to 
me again and again!!"

It was crazy! She had a home, she had a room and her own 
little bed but she couldn't bring herself to go there! 
Betsy didn't know what to do. The pretty little twelve-
year-old stood in the lobby of the Majestic and watched 
the last of the evening's patrons file out of the open 
doors.

If I go back there he'll get me again, Betsy told 
herself.

It had been nearly two days. But just the same, whenever 
she thought about Dave Henry the lovely little girl's 
still sore anus would pucker and she could feel that 
obscene desire well up in her again. He fucked you in 
the ass, a teasing voice whispered in her head. He 
fucked your ass three, or was it four times?

Betsy shuddered and tried to think of something else but 
she had no other thoughts as strong and as lovely as her 
memories of the dirty things that Dave Henry had done to 
her in her room that night and the next morning.

There was a slow, swelling surge of excitement between 
her thighs. Betsy tried not to think about her mother's 
lover, but the image of his big, thick cock haunted her 
every waking moment! When Betsy remembered the way that 
it would slide into her wet, ready little pussy or the 
way that it felt in her mouth when it erupted and forced 
her to drink Dave's hot cream, she would moan with real 
desire.

She'll find out, Betsy told herself, thinking about her 
mother. What will she say to me when she finds out the 
things that Dave is doing to me?

The slender little usherette was worried, but what she 
didn't know was that the ringing of the phone at the 
candy counter signaled that her problem was already 
being solved for her.

"Honey? Come over here a minute."

Betsy knew that Grace was speaking to her. The lovely 
little girl was reluctant to turn and face the older 
blonde. She'd been avoiding Grace for days.

"Betsy, I have a message for you, from your mother."

She had no choice. Betsy turned and walked to the 
counter. As she did she noticed a familiar glow in the 
counter manager's eyes.

Grace pretended not to see Betsy's reluctance. She gave 
the little girl a soft smile and pointed at the phone. 
"That was your mama. She sounded upset. She says that 
you should find someone to stay with tonight."'

A thin trickle of nervous fear dribbled down the young 
brunette's spine as Betsy waited for the other shoe to 
fall.

"She says to tell you that she'd found out about it. 
What does that mean?"

Betsy's mouth opened twice, but no sound came out. She 
felt a growing lump of shame and worry inside of her as 
she stared at the other woman.

Grace was snapping off the lights behind the counter and 
then lifting the gate before Betsy noticed. A warm, soft 
arm slid around her shoulders and the pretty little girl 
felt herself hugged tight. "I... I know that you think 
that I helped Newt Simpson set you up here. I didn't 
want to do it, Betsy. Honestly I didn't want to do it, 
but he made me. I didn't want you in this mess but... 
well he has some pictures of me and I have to do what he 
tells me to do."

The slender little girl didn't know what to say or what 
to do. She felt stunned and helpless. If she couldn't go 
home, where could she go? Grace saw the expression on 
Betsy's face and shrewdly guessed what she was thinking. 
The blonde tightened her grip on Betsy's shoulder and 
began to steer her towards the main staircase.

"You just get your things, don't even stop to change," 
Grace whispered happily. "You're going to spend the 
night with me!!"

Betsy would have resisted but the handsome woman pressed 
a full, pillow soft breast against her arm as she 
whispered again.

"You look like a little girl who needs some loving care 
and you know that I'm just the lady who can give it to 
you!"

The sudden charge of excitement that washed up between 
her thighs shook Betsy. Her tiny clitoris stiffened and 
began to vibrate and she was shocked to feel a delicious 
flow of love lube wet the fat lips of her small sex.

Grace waited for her at the door. Betsy stumbled to her 
locker and fumbled inside to get her street clothes and 
purse. When she came out, the shaken twelve-year-old saw 
her friend talking to Newton Simpson. But before she 
could think about what that meant, Grace turned away and 
hurried towards her.

The tires of Grace's car scraped lightly against the 
curb. The blonde was forced to take her hand away from 
Betsy's thigh in order to straighten the car out. "I've 
missed you, honey," Grace whispered for the fourth time 
since they left the Majestic. "I've been thinking about 
you and ooohh just wait till you hear what I was 
thinking about!!"

The door was still swinging shut when Grace turned 
towards her. "Ummmmmm, little lover!"

Betsy was confused and unsure of herself and when a 
warm, urgent pair of lips closed over hers she found 
that it was easier to surrender and let Grace make the 
decisions for her.

The small light over the bed was glowing. All that Grace 
wore were her panties and bra as she knelt before Betsy. 
The lovely little girl watched with glowing eyes as the 
half naked woman slowly, carefully drew her silky 
panties down over her slender thighs.

"Ooooooo, I've dreamed about your sweet tasting little 
pussy," the woman murmured. Grace paused and looked up 
at Betsy.

The trembling little girl was naked except for her shoes 
and she could see the blonde's eyes travel slowly over 
her slim body.

Grace's hands closed around Betsy's waist and gently 
pushed. The backs of Betsy's knees hit the bed and she 
was forced to sit down. The woman smiled at her again 
then slowly pressed her face between Betsy's trembling 
legs. The naked twelve-year-old gasped softly. Her belly 
gave a quick jerk as her hands guided her thighs until 
they lay hooked over the older woman's shoulders. 
Grace's wet tongue was protruding from her mouth and 
when its tip found the downy lips of Betsy's hairless 
sex it wiggled in small circles.

Betsy's head felt terribly heavy on her shoulders and 
she found it hard to support her reclining body on her 
elbows once the woman's thick bladed tongue was inside 
of her. Tiny muscles pulled and relaxed. Her nerves 
seemed to be crawling under her flesh. Betsy sighed and 
wiggled contentedly.

Grace's warm hands slid under her upturned ass and 
cupped the firm cheeks. Betsy moaned and allowed herself 
to be drawn forward another few inches so that she could 
rotate her bubbling little love pit against the 
wonderful tongue that was waggling and rubbing against 
her swollen love knot.

"Oooohhhh," Betsy gushed as firm lips tightened around 
the whole of her naked pussy and a firm, delightful 
suction was applied. "It feels like you're going to suck 
me inside out!!" Grace chuckled deep in her throat and 
the vibrations buzzed and tickled against her baby clit.

"Unnnnggghhhh...I was...I was afraid to let you do this 
to meeeeee," Betsy confessed. "It's dirty and I was 
afraid that I'd become... a... a..." There was no way 
that she could finish the sentence without offending 
Grace, so Betsy was forced to let it drift away.

"Ooooohhhh, poor baby," the blonde murmured as she 
pulled her lips away from the little girl's well sucked 
and licked cunt. "Did you think that you'd turn butch 
just because I sucked your tasty little pussy?"

Before Betsy could answer, the tongue was in her again 
and the only sound that Betsy could make was a long, 
gasping sigh of delight.

"Don't worry lover," the older woman whispered again.

Grace had her hands behind her back and Betsy watched in 
eager fascination as the bra was loosened and Grace's 
big, suckable breasts were exposed. "I love a hard prick 
as much as any girl. It's just that sometimes we need a 
gentler sort of loving only another girl can give us 
that."

Grace was naked as she crawled up on the large bed and 
lay down beside Betsy.

The trembling little girl knew what would be expected of 
her and when she stared down between the woman's full 
thighs, at her thick patch of pubic curls, Betsy knew 
that she didn't really mind.

"Climb on top of me, baby," Grace moaned softly.

Betsy was on her knees and made no effort to resist when 
the older woman turned her and then forced her to lay 
face down between her legs.

"Suck me, make me feel good, Betsy. Make Grace happy and 
she'll see to it that you have such a lovely night. Suck 
my pussy, lover!!"

Small fingers hooked into the thickened lips of Grace's 
hairy cunt. Betsy stared down at the wet, salmon red 
membranes of the blonde's slit and felt her mouth water 
with anticipation.

A hand pressed at the back of her head. Betsy heard 
Grace moan happily as she jammed the sharp tip of her 
tongue against the firm knot of the blonde's clitoris. 
Betsy shivered with excitement and began a slow, lapping 
stroke with her tongue. Not only didn't she mind doing 
this for the blonde, she was a little shocked to realize 
that she loved doing it!

Betsy had just established a head bobbing, nibbling and 
licking movement between Grace's splayed thighs when she 
heard the scraping sound of the bed table drawer being 
opened. Grace wiggled and shivered as the naked little 
girl rubbed and licked her wet cunt.

"Ummmmmm, that's wonderful, baby," Grace breathed as she 
moved. Again Betsy's eyes swiveled and in the mirror 
across from the bed she saw the woman sucking and 
licking at a long, white plastic tube. For a second the 
little girl didn't understand, but then Grace twisted 
something at the bottom of the tube and the strong, 
buzzing sound that filled the room told her what was 
going to happen.

"I'm going to make you feel good, honey," Grace 
whispered when she pulled the vibrator out of her mouth. 
"I'll make you so happy that you'll never want to go 
home again!!"

Betsy wanted to pull away before Grace could insert the 
buzzing machine, but Betsy's muscles had turned to 
butter and she couldn't move. The trembling little girl 
watched out of the corner of her eye as the mirror 
images twisted and shook.

Grace pressed a hand under her tummy and forced Betsy's 
bottom up a few inches, then she gave the vibrator a 
last, loving lick then slowly slid its conical head into 
the waiting throat of the girl's tight little cunt.

A tiny squeal of surprise and delight bubbled out of 
Betsy's mouth. Her pink little tongue increased its 
speed as the lovely vibrations sank into her to the very 
bottom of her tight little love sheath!!

"Ummmmm, uh thut fulls su guuuuud!!!" Her words were 
muffled by the slick lips of Grace's cunt and the older 
woman gasped and whimpered with pleasure when she felt 
Betsy's teeth gently nip at her distended clitoris. 
"Uhhhhh, push ut duuuuuper un muhhh!!!"

Her own baby love knot was burning and Betsy knew that 
it would only take a few lovely seconds for the 
delicious buzzing to give her the release that she 
needed. The pretty little girl burrowed her face between 
the woman's trembling thighs and sucked. Hot, slippery 
lube coated her nose and her cheeks. Her small, pointed 
chin forced its way into the open flaps of the blonde's 
adult cunt, making her squeal and groan with pleasure.

"Annnnnggghhh...suck it harder!! Oooohhh, baby!!!" Grace 
shook and wiggled under her, but Betsy didn't lose the 
seal that her sucking lips had formed around her cunt. 
"Aaaaaiiiiieee!!"

Grace bucked and heaved. Her fat breasts rubbed against 
the insides of Betsy's slim thighs and in her excitement 
the gasping woman jammed a stiff forefinger deep in the 
center of the surprised little girl's exposed and 
defenseless anus!!

"Awwwwwwoooowww!!! Ohhhh... noooo, Betsy moaned as she 
licked harder and harder at the rigid stalk of the 
woman's clit. The finger in her still sore little ass 
wiggled and twisted, pulling and stretching her at the 
same time that the buzzing vibrator popped in and out of 
her gorged little honey pot!!

"Awwwww, baby," Grace gasped as the last aftershocks of 
her orgasm faded away. "Do you like it in the ass? Did 
one of those dirty men push his big dong in your ass and 
teach you to like it?"

Grace's strong hands pulled at her and Betsy felt so 
helpless, so weak that she didn't consider resisting. 
She was pulled backward until she could feel the 
blonde's warm breath on her parted ass cheeks. Betsy 
didn't know what to expect, but even so, she wasn't 
prepared for what happened next.

"Ummmmm, sweet little baby," Grace murmured.

Betsy squealed when she felt the firm cheeks of her trim 
little bottom spread even wider. Then she called out in 
a strangled voice when she felt the warm, slippery wash 
of a tongue as it swirled and pressed around the 
softened oval of her tiny rectal opening.

"Ooooohhhh, ullllmmmm," Grace murmured as her lips 
fastened tight around the loosened opening.

Betsy gasped and shook. She couldn't control the 
automatic jerking, stroking motions that sent her 
aroused little body back against the tongue and helped 
it force its way past her weakened sphincter and into 
the firm sleeve of her anal passage.

"Oooooo, you do like it," Grace crooned when she finally 
pulled her stiff tongue out of the grip of Betsy's ass 
and licked the tender flesh that surrounded her anus. "I 
know, baby. I know how good it can be like that!!"

Betsy moaned in frustration when she felt herself being 
lifted off Grace's soft, comforting body. But the naked 
little girl saw the look on the blonde's face and 
shuddered. It wasn't over, Grace hadn't begun!

"Don't worry, lover," Grace whispered as she turned 
Betsy over and deftly pulled the drawer beside her open 
again. "I have a lovely, delicious surprise for you."

The naked little girl moaned. The thick shaft of the 
vibrator had filled her completely and its electric 
agitation deep in her belly weakened her and left her 
defenseless against anything that Grace had in mind. The 
slender twelve-year-old watched Grace in the mirror as 
she hurriedly fastened a dark leather harness around her 
middle.

Betsy felt a warning chill of fear and excitement ripple 
through her, but the constant buzzing of the vibrator 
sapped her strength and left her weak and helpless 
before the excited woman.

"Agggghhhhh, this is going to be so nice for you," Grace 
muttered as she reached back into the drawer and brought 
out a big, perfectly molded cock!! "You're going to 
yell, baby, but it's going to be so nice that you'll beg 
for more!!"

Grace straightened up behind her and Betsy watched in 
fascinated horror as the woman screwed the pink rubber 
staff onto the post that jutted out from the harness 
that she wore snug around her waist. "You can do it to 
me too, honey," the woman sighed as she paused to coat 
the fake cock with a thick film of ointment. "I've got a 
bigger one than this and I'd love to have you fuck me 
with it!!"

Betsy whimpered and shook as she watched Grace bend over 
her and felt the firm, uplifted cheeks of her ass spread 
wide. The little girl watched as the gleaming head of 
the greased dildo dipped into the crease between her 
buttocks then gasped when she felt its cool, hard 
pressure against the weakened ring of her anal opening.

An awful memory lanced through her and Betsy squealed 
when she remembered the first pain that she always felt 
when Dave took her in the ass.

The naked little girl tensed her body and felt like 
screaming when the first, powerful thrust of the plastic 
cock hit her. But instead of the pain, Betsy felt the 
smooth, almost effortless entry of the greased plastic 
pole as it went in and with each terrible inch that it 
gave her the naked little girl groaned louder and 
wiggled harder!

"Awwwwwuuuuggghhh!!! Ooooo, it feels goooood!!!" She 
felt Grace's warm hands pinning her to the bed and 
fought to lift her bottom so that she could receive even 
more of the lovely rod. "Oggghhhh, Grace! I love it! Do 
it... I want more, fuck me in the ass, Grace!!"

A sickly, sweet feeling of contentment filled her. Betsy 
felt her small breasts grow harder, more swollen, felt 
her clit stiffen even more as she was penetrated fore 
and aft. The long, hard length of the vibrator lay 
buzzing and twitching in the tight grip of her pussy 
while the hard, warming length of the dildo pushed her 
soft, yielding bowels aside.

"I will, lover," the blonde panted as she thrust and 
shoved her unnatural cock into the little girl's 
upturned anus. "You're going to be wonderful. A super 
star! I swear it. A real super star!!"

The naked little girl was too far gone to wonder what 
those words meant and she was also too engrossed with 
the lovely sensations that were exploding inside of her 
to hear the muted, rasping whisper of frame after frame 
of film being fed into a camera just outside of the 
window!!

"Aaaaaggghhh...Oooohhh, harder! I...aaaiiiieeeeeee!!!"

"Betsy... Betsy Morrison."

The slim little twelve-year-old was startled to hear a 
man calling her name. The young usherette had just 
stepped down from the bus and stood staring in surprise 
at the man who sat in the car by the curb.

"Betsy? Come over here for a second, I want to talk to 
you."

She'd only taken a few steps in the direction of the 
curb when Betsy noticed something that unnerved her 
completely. The man behind the wheel looked like her 
daddy. He looked more like him than Mr. Baker, the 
theater chain manager did!!

"Do I know you? I... I don't think that I know you," 
Betsy stammered as she bent down and peered into the 
car. "You'd better leave me alone or I'll... call the 
police!"

The man in the car just grinned at her and opened a 
leather case that he took out of his pocket. The slim 
little brunette saw the badge gleaming in the shining 
rays of the sun and almost cried out loud. I knew it!! I 
knew that I would get in trouble!!

"Get in, kid," the policeman said quietly. "I just want 
to talk to you, don't get yourself in an uproar!"

He even sounded like her father and, despite the fear 
and nervous twitches that she felt racing over her body, 
Betsy was aware of the slow itch of excitement that was 
creeping along her blood stream.

The man in the car motioned for Betsy to get in and 
after a few moments hesitation she got in. He knew her 
name. She couldn't run away from him. The man turned his 
head, checked the oncoming traffic then, without a word 
to her, he pulled his car into the slow lane and drove 
away from the bus stop corner.

She waited, not trusting herself to say the right thing. 
But as the time passed, Betsy found it harder and 
harder. "Am I... Am I under arrest?"

The man laughed. He didn't chuckle or giggle, he threw 
his big head back and roared at her.

"Awwww, honey. Do I look like a dude who would arrest a 
sweet little pumpkin like you?"

She didn't know why, but the fear ebbed away and a shy, 
questioning smile eased the serious planes of Betsy's 
pretty face.

Without warning the man pulled the car back to the curb. 
They were parked in a quiet, warehouse area. There were 
no pedestrians, no one to see them talking.

"No, you're not under arrest, Betsy," the man said 
gently. "I just think that you're a confused little girl 
who's caught up in something that she can't handle."

The fear came back and Betsy stiffened. He was right, of 
course, but she couldn't admit it. She didn't trust him, 
no matter how nice he seemed.

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, the policeman 
reached into his suit coat pocket and handed her a 
small, printed card. "My name is Jim Richards, Betsy. 
Take my card. I know that you don't want to talk to me 
now, but I think that you will soon."

Betsy stared in fascination at the crisp, white card. It 
read Detective James Richards and it included a phone 
number and the police department crest.

Jim Richards smiled at her and laid a gentle hand on 
Betsy's arm. "You're in over your head, kid. I don't 
want any trouble for you, but that bastard Simpson and 
that kid that pimps for him, Rick? Those are the ones 
that I want!!"

Betsy looked up from the card and saw the truth in the 
gray-haired policeman's eyes.

"They're scum, honey. They'll use you and turn you out 
until there's nothing left of you to sell and then 
they'll drop you like a piece of shit!"

Betsy wanted to cry. She knew that he was telling the 
truth, but just the same her tongue refused to move. She 
couldn't tell him what was happening to her.

"I know, I know that you don't want to talk to me now, 
Betsy," Jim Richards said calmly. "But I think that you 
will soon. Call me! Tell me what they're doing to you 
and I'll help. You have to believe me. I'll help!!"

Betsy stood on the corner, watching the police 
detective's car slip away and into the flow of traffic. 
For a moment the frightened little girl considered 
tearing up the card that she clutched and turning her 
back on Jim Richard's offer of help. But then a sudden 
calm came over her and she opened her purse and 
carefully tucked the card away.

The moment that she walked through the back door of the 
Majestic, Betsy could feel it. The little girl shivered 
when she sensed the cold, tense vibrations in the air. 
Those vibrations were mean and hurtful and spoke of an 
awful thing that was about to happen!

She saw Grace. The blonde was bending over the candy 
counter, her hands busily filling the case with fresh 
candy bars and boxes of goodies. The slim little girl 
stared at the older woman and in her heart she knew that 
Grace didn't care. No matter what she said or how she 
acted when they were alone. Betsy could sense a distance 
between them, a void that could never be bridged.

Before the worried little girl could speak and ask Grace 
what was happening, Betsy heard Newton Simpson's deep 
voice calling to her from the head of the stairs. 
"You're late, Betsy. Come up here, will you?" She didn't 
want to go with him, but, looking up, Betsy saw a hard, 
demanding look on the handsome theater manager's face. 
"Hurry, I have something that I want to show you before 
we open."

He didn't even wait to see if she would obey. Newton 
Simpson turned on his heel and strode away.

Betsy darted a quick look at Grace, hoping for some sign 
of support, but instead the blonde flushed and quickly 
looked away.

"Shut the door, honey," Newton said in a deceptively 
soft voice.

The man was smiling at her, but the smile stopped before 
it reached his eyes.

They were cold as they stared at her.

Betsy did as she was told then turned back to Newton. 
She wanted to stay by the door, but he held out a hand 
for her and the slim little girl had no choice but to go 
to him.

"I haven't seen you for the last few days, honey," 
Newton purred. "I've been thinking about you."

She was drawn up on the man's lap. As she settled back 
against his chest Betsy could feel the dark haired man's 
big prick stir and stiffen against her bottom.

"Mr. Baker and I had a little talk about you today," 
Newton said. His warm hand boldly slid up under Betsy's 
skirt. "We've decided that you should be able to do a 
little more work." Betsy gasped softly as the man's 
stiff finger pressed in against the folds of her 
hairless sex. "It's work that can make you a lot of 
money. More than you're making now."

Newton bent his head and licked at the side of Betsy's 
neck while he jerked her panty crotch aside and forced 
his fingertip into her moistening little slit. "A lot of 
men who come to the Film Club like you and they'd be 
willing to pay good money if you would go off with them 
for a little while and... be nice!"

She knew what he meant! Betsy had known that it would 
come to this since she saw Kathy take that man back 
behind the screen. The slim little girl moaned and shook 
her head. The finger inside of her was moving and 
twisting, making it hard for her to think.

"Noooooo, I don't want to do that... I oggggghhhh!!!" 
Newton had pinched her stiff little clit and the mixture 
of pain and pleasure that welled up in her made her 
insides melt. "I...that's wrong. I don't want to do 
that," the pretty child whimpered again, but the tone of 
her soft voice was weaker, less certain.

"I didn't think that you would, at first," Mr. Simpson 
sighed in Betsy's ear.

He was moving under her and the trembling little girl 
could feel his big dong pressing in between the cheeks 
of her panty clad ass.

"That's why Grace and I took out a little insurance 
policy last night."

There was an envelope on the desk. Newton used his free 
hand to tip it and spill its contents. The theater 
manager's voice sounded harder and determined. His 
finger dug painfully deep into the soft, slick tissues 
of Betsy's puffy little cunt. "Look at the pictures, 
Betsy! Take a long look at all of them and then tell me 
how you'd like your mother to see them or have some of 
them passed around to the kids that go to your school?"

Newton roughly pushed her forward, his finger still 
buried in the shocked little brunette's hairless pussy.

Betsy moaned and trembled as her bulging eyes moved from 
one glossy photograph to the next. In an instant she 
realized that they must have been taken from an open 
bedroom window, the window in the corner of Grace's 
room!!

"Awwwggghhhh...they're awfulllllllll," the lovely little 
girl moaned. She saw herself writhing and screaming. Saw 
herself, the white shaft of the vibrator sticking out of 
her vagina while she lifted her slim body to the fat, 
plastic prick that jutted obscenely from the harness 
around the older woman's hips. "Noooooooo, don't show 
them," the pretty little girl pleaded softly. "Don't let 
anyone see them!!"

Newton laughed. He picked up a picture and pressed it in 
front of the shamed little girl's face. Betsy found 
herself staring at the image of herself one hand pressed 
between Grace's splayed thighs while she held the 
dripping dildo in the other. The thick, flanged head of 
the plastic obscenity was in her mouth!! 

"Looks like you've learned to like sucking cocks, 
honey." The man gave Betsy's tight little love sheath a 
shake. "You'll do what I tell you. You'll be a good 
little whore and fuck when I tell you to, won't you?" He 
didn't give her a chance to agree. "Because if you don't 
you're going to be known as the dirtiest little girl in 
town!!"

"Ooooooo, you're hurting me," Betsy squealed. She tried 
to lift herself off the punishing finger. "I'll be good. 
I'll do anything that you tell me to do, honest!"

She could hear a triumphant sound in Newton Simpson's 
voice and the shaken, crying little girl was shocked 
when she realized how much she hated him!

"I know you'll be a good girl. I'll make you be a nice, 
obedient little whore and wreck you in the process!!"

Mr. Simpson's finger was still buried deep inside of her 
and as it moved and twisted, Betsy gasped. She hated 
him, she did! But each time that the man teased the slim 
little girl's rigid clitoris her need for release grew 
stronger!

"Get on your knees, you little slut," Mr. Simpson grated 
in her ear. Betsy shivered and moaned in faint protest 
when he jerked his finger out of her slippery little 
love sheath, but she didn't fight when he rudely pushed 
her off his lap and onto the floor in front of his 
chair.

Betsy trembled and pressed her slender thighs together 
in a vain effort to still the vibrating excitement of 
her clitoris and to stop the flow of love lube as it 
squirted out of her and ran down the insides of her leg.

Mr. Simpson smiled at her as he casually unbuckled his 
slacks and jerked his swollen cock into view. Betsy 
sighed as she stared at the swollen, purple-hued head of 
the prick. No words were spoken. The excited little girl 
knew what the man wanted.

Betsy could hear the dry, whispering sounds her knees 
made on the stiff carpet as she inched closer to 
Newton's legs. A violent, clenching spasm hit the little 
girl's belly as she pressed her face between the seated 
man's thighs and extended the tip of her pink tongue.

Slowly, gently, Betsy licked all of the fat, jerking 
dong before her. She heard Mr. Simpson's sighs of 
pleasure and instead of disgusting her, they excited her 
all the more!

Newton had dropped his hand away from his prick and it 
jerked and wobbled under Betsy's tongue. The little girl 
pressed the burning tips of her small breasts against 
the groaning man's knees and opened her mouth. The 
slick, velvet-smooth flesh of the cock head felt nice as 
it slid over the flat blade of her tongue. 

Betsy pursed her lips around the shoulders of the shaft 
and sucked. At the same time, she worked her tongue in 
wide circles against the hard vein on the underside. 
"Ummmmmggghhh, that's right, little slut," Mr. Simpson 
groaned approvingly. "Suck it good! Suck it and lick it 
and make it wet and slick so that I can shove it in 
you!"

Betsy groaned. The filthy words were raining down on her 
and no matter what she thought, they excited her. Almost 
against her will, the slim little girl pressed closer, 
letting Newton's bony shin wedge in between her parting 
thighs. Ooooooo! She could feel the bone rub against her 
puffy, wet little cunt and shamelessly wiggled against 
it, driving her desire to a new, terrifying pitch!

Mr. Simpson sighed. His fingers twined in her thick, 
dark hair and forced the excited little girl's head up 
and down in his lap. Wet, rasping sounds escaped Betsy's 
mouth as she sucked and pulled on the big man's cock.

At last the man made a groaning, gasping sound and tore 
Betsy's saliva filled mouth away from his prick. The 
little girl gasped for air while she stared in lewd 
fascination at a long string of saliva and love juice 
dripped from the end of the purple cock head that she'd 
been nursing on. "Get up here! On the desk you little 
cunt!!"

He was rough with her, but Betsy didn't mind. The 
slender little girl felt like putty in his hands.

With one sweep of his hand, Mr. Simpson cleared a space 
on his desk top. The filthy photographs spun and 
slithered away and Betsy groaned as she was forced face 
down on the smooth surface of his desk.

There was a dull, ripping sound and Betsy knew that her 
panties had been torn away. The little girl moaned. She 
lay pinned against the desk, her feet dangling a few 
inches from the floor, her bottom naked and upturned 
before her tormentor.

"I saw you," Newton chanted as he moved in behind Betsy. 
"I saw you jump and squirm when that whore shoved that 
plastic cock in your ass!" Her skirt had been tossed 
high over her waist and the defenseless child whimpered 
when Mr. Simpson's naked cock rubbed between the firm 
cheeks of her trim little bottom. "I'm going to try that 
soon! Think about it, slut! I'm going to fuck that tight 
looking little ass of yours until you pop!"

Roughly the man lifted her. Betsy hung suspended in his 
grip and whined with excitement when she felt the 
saliva-coated head of his cock find the plump separation 
of her baby sex and push the lips apart.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Newton's voice sounded 
rough and labored. "I taught you to like cock, honey! I 
popped your little cherry, remember? I'm the one who 
taught you to love this!!"

The head of the cock found the tight throat of her 
vagina and then rammed in. Betsy gasped and shook. The 
air was forced out of the half naked girl's lungs when 
the cock slammed into her in one punishing stroke. 
"Annnnnggghhh... Ooooooo, Mr. Simpson!!"

"You're all alike," the groaning man whispered as he 
began to make his thick slab of a prick move and jerk in 
the fight grip of Betsy's cunt. "That's why I love this 
job! I like it when I can take a little pussy like you 
and turn you into my whore! That's all you're good for, 
cunt!"

"Ooooohhhh...huuuuuhhh!!!" The words stung her, but the 
feel of the big cock slipping and popping inside of her 
more than healed the hurt. Betsy gasped. She wiggled and 
humped her slender little body on the end of Mr. 
Simpson's prick.

"Yesssss, I know that's all I'm good for," the little 
girl whispered heatedly. "I'm a whore. You'll turn me 
into one! You'll make sure that a lot of dirty men get 
to put their fat things in me and I know it!!"

She meant what she said, every nasty word of it! Betsy 
was beginning to hate herself but she couldn't control 
the violent spasms that shook her. She couldn't deny the 
hot, slick demand for release that had come to life 
inside of her!!

"Oooooogggghhh...I'm cummmming" Newton Simpson gasped 
and moaned. "I'm shooting my cum in your belly!!"

She hated him, but just the same Betsy moaned with 
pleasure when she felt the hot flood of wetness inside 
of her. The man's prick was oiled and coated with it, 
making it glide easier in her belly and over the rigid 
tip of her swollen clit. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee," Betsy squealed happily as her own sweet 
climax exploded inside of her. "Harder, shove it in all 
the way, harder!!! AAAAnnnggg... Ooooooooo!!!" 
Oooooooo!!!!" 

Delicate waves of pleasure washed and lapped through 
her. The lovely little girl shook and wiggled. The 
cheeks of her plump ass kissed and compressed around the 
shaft of Mr. Simpson's prick. Her hairless pelvic arch 
scrubbed and squeaked against the polished surface of 
his desk.

I'll get you, a little voice whispered over the groans 
and moans of pleasure.

I'll fix you. You won't turn me into your personal 
whore!!!!

"I'm glad you called, honey, it's the best thing you 
could have done."

Betsy nodded. She couldn't think of an answer. The 
police detective sighed and leaned back in the driver's 
seat.

Betsy eyed Jim Richards out of the corner of her eye and 
felt a chill of illicit excitement. He did look like 
daddy!! The slender little child shivered and crossed 
her slim thighs. She was tortured by the memory of that 
other man and how excited she'd been when she realized 
that he looked like her father.

A hot, ripple of desire wiffed through her and Betsy 
hugged herself tighter. The beautiful little girl 
remembered how good it had felt when Mr. Baker had 
shoved his rigid cock into her. She remembered how 
exciting it had been to pretend that he was her father. 
Was it possible that she could do the same thing with 
the policeman?

"You did the right thing, Betsy," Jim Richards said. 
"Tomorrow we'll take care of those bastards." The 
handsome, graying policeman paused and gave the slender 
little girl a sidelong glance. "But that still doesn't 
solve your problem at home."

Betsy felt her cheeks burn as she blushed and she ducked 
her head. She'd told him everything, every dirty thing 
that had happened to her after she went to the Majestic 
to look for the job. Betsy hadn't intended to tell him 
all those things, but he'd been so clever as he asked 
key questions and now he knew, all of it!

Her head was still down, but the slim little twelve-
year-old heard a subtle difference in Jim's deep voice 
when he spoke to her again.

"It...ahhhhh...doesn't look like you can go home again. 
I doubt that your mother will be willing to give up on 
her new boy friend."

Betsy felt a tiny, vibrating flicker of excitement in 
her belly as she waited for the man who looked like her 
father to go on.

"They all treated you rough, didn't they?" Jim shook his 
head and coughed uncomfortably. "I can see... wanting 
you, but I can't see hurting you."

Betsy looked up. She didn't look at the policeman's eyes 
at first, her greedy gaze stopped at his waist. He's got 
a hard-on, Betsy told herself excitedly. He's been 
thinking about the things that happened and it made him 
hard!!

When she finally tore her eyes away from Jim Richard's 
erection and looked into his eyes, Betsy was reminded 
again of how much he looked like daddy. For a moment the 
lovely little girl's mind wandered and she wondered what 
it would have been like if daddy had wanted her like 
that. A small shudder raced through her and Betsy felt 
herself grow wet and hot again! Maybe he had. What would 
she have done if daddy had touched her and whispered 
dirty things in her ear.

Betsy was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't 
feel the seat shift or see the detective moving towards 
her. A smooth hand dropped on her bare thigh, snapping 
her back to reality and burning away her erotic day 
dream like a puff of smoke.

"You said that you liked some of the things that 
happened, Betsy," Jim said quietly. "Did you mean that? 
Was some of it as good as you said?"

Betsy could hear the tension and excitement in the 
policeman's voice and smiled. Suddenly the little girl 
understood that she was in control and that gave her 
confidence.

"Uh huh...a lot of it was nice...I liked it." Betsy 
lowered her eyes so that she could watch as Jim 
Richards' hand began to crawl up her thigh.

"It's crazy," the graying man whispered in a husky 
voice. "But when you talk like that I can't see anything 
wrong with it."

Betsy sighed and parted her thighs slightly but the hand 
didn't go any higher.

"I'm a cop honey, I...I shouldn't be..."

Betsy wasn't sure why, but it was very important for her 
to make him like her. It wasn't just because he was like 
daddy. It was something else, more important. The pretty 
little girl sat very still and waited for a few more 
seconds then, when she was sure that he wasn't going any 
further, she decided to take matters into her own hands. 

"I wouldn't mind if you were...interested in me," Betsy 
said in a soft voice. "I think I'd sorta like it." She 
could see the surprise on Jim's handsome face, but 
before he could react Betsy boldly pulled the hem of her 
skirt up and opened the way for his hand!

"Mr. Wilson tore my panties, "Betsy whispered as she 
leaned back against the seat and lifted her smooth, 
hairless thighs. "That's why I'm not wearing anything."

Jim Richards coughed nervously and quickly looked 
around. They were parked where they'd been earlier in 
the day. It was dark now and there was no sign of 
traffic or pedestrians in the warehouse district.

The hand moved again and they both began to tremble as 
the fingers met and gently pressed against the slick 
folds of the little girl's sex. Betsy nibbled gently at 
her underlip and pressed against the edge of the seat 
with her heels, lifting her naked bottom and pressing 
her moist little slit against the policeman's fingers.

"Ooooooo, see? It feels gooooood," Betsy murmured. The 
little girl gripped the policeman's lips and pulled, 
pressing his thick forefinger into her slippery vulva. 
Jim Richards trembled and then groaned. Looking down 
again Betsy saw that his prick was standing hard and 
long, making a tent of the front of his slacks.

"Ogggghhhhhh, nice, sooooo nice," Betsy sighed. Her hand 
dropped away from his and in seconds, the trembling 
twelve-year-old was busily undoing the gray-haired 
detective's belt and unzipping his fly.

"Christ, I must be out of my mind! I 
can't...aaaaaahhhhh!!!"

The front of his slacks were open and Betsy's busy 
fingers had wormed inside of the flap of Jim's jockey 
type shorts. The man sighed and the little girl groaned 
with anticipation as her small fingers traced the length 
and thickness of his pulsating hard-on. "Honey, you 
shouldn't...Oooooooo, squeeze it harder. Yes, just like 
that!!!!"

She remembered the way that Dickie had taught her to 
play with him. Betsy's fingers worked up and down the 
thick, hairy shaft of Jim's cock, making him sigh and 
shudder as she masturbated him.

"Your shorts are in the way," Betsy finally complained. 
They hampered her up and down movement. "Pull them 
down."

The man hesitated for a moment. Betsy looked up and saw 
the conflict in his expression but when she withdrew her 
hand and sat waiting, he made his decision.

"Must be out of my mind," the gray-haired detective 
muttered, but he lifted himself off the seat and jerked 
his shorts and trousers down to his knees. "Go on, baby, 
work on it a little bit."

She didn't hesitate. Betsy gripped the naked prick and 
quickly frigged at it, pulling the loose skin up and 
down over the steel-like gristle of the policeman's big 
prick. There was a street light near the car and she 
could see a thick drop of lube gather in the swollen 
slit in the top of the glans. Betsy felt warm and safe 
for the first time in days and she knew that she had to 
repay the kind man for his help.

The slender little girl shifted on the seat and lay 
down. Jim's hand drifted down over her spine and over 
the firm mounds of her small ass and as she gently 
sucked and licked at his swelling glans his hand pressed 
between the cheeks and found her wet little slit from 
the rear.

"Ummmmmm," Betsy cooed against the slick cock head that 
she was sucking, "Du yu luk ut when uh suck ut?"

Jim didn't answer with words, but his long finger dove 
deep inside of her and the excited little girl began to 
buck, slamming and slapping her belly and hairless pussy 
against the slick seat covers.

"Do you want me to suck you off?" Her question was 
direct and pointed. Betsy wouldn't have minded if he had 
wanted her to drink his warm, slick cum but she really 
wanted him to fuck her.

"Ooooooo, kid! I want to screw you," Jim whispered 
urgently. "God help me, but I have to feel how tight 
that little pussy of yours really is!"

Betsy was smiling happily as she gave the groaning 
policeman's big prick along, loving suck then scrambled 
up to her knees. Without his having to ask her to she 
hurriedly unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her 
head.

The naked twelve-year-old was trembling with excitement 
as she swung a slim thigh over his and sat down, facing 
him. The excited man groaned. His big hands cupped her 
firm little buttocks and pulled Betsy close. Betsy 
sighed as she bent her head and offered him a moist, 
saliva and lube tasting kiss. She was lifted, her round 
knees pressed against the back of the seat and she 
shuddered when the slippery, well sucked head of his 
prick found the lips of her pussy.

"Unnnnggghhhh, you're like velvet," Jim gasped as the 
plump folds of the little girl's hairless cunt swallowed 
the head of his prick and seemed to suck it up inside of 
her. Jim's fingers tightened on her shoulders and began 
to press the groaning little girl down on his upthrust 
prick.

It was Betsy's turn to groan as she felt herself filled 
to overflowing with lovely, gnarled cock! The naked 
little girl trembled and pressed down on the penis, 
impaling herself on it. They sighed in unison, then 
began to work.

Jim lifted himself up from the seat, working his long 
rammer deep in her belly until she thought that she 
could feel it pressing against her stomach. In return, 
Betsy began to roll her slim hips, helping the throbbing 
cock twist and turn inside of her. At the same time she 
used a skill that Mr. Baker had taught her and clamped 
down hard on the prick, as if she were trying to keep it 
inside of her forever!!

It was a warm summer night and the windows were closed. 
The air in the car grew warm and close and soon the 
groaning little girl was sweating, she could feel it 
running down over her pointed tips of her tiny breasts 
and running down the ridge of her spine.

"Faster," Betsy squealed softly. "Do it harder! Faster, 
please!"

The man groaned and used his grip on her ass to help the 
moaning, gasping little girl up and down on his long, 
shining prick. "Unnnnggghhh, it feels so good. 
Huuuuuhhh!!"

Betsy moaned then gasped. She stiffened and then began 
to frantically twist and jerk on the stiff bone that 
filled her. "Aaaaaiiiiieee," Betsy squealed happily as 
she climaxed. Bright, neon colors exploded behind her 
eyes and a lovely warmth and sense of well being flooded 
her.

"Oggghhh...aggghhh...Unnnggggggg, Jim groaned as his big 
prick bucked against the back of Betsy's slick pussy 
then began to fill it with white, creamy cum. 
"Awwwwggghhhh," the man groaned with pleasure. "Don't 
worry...we'll take care of you. I'll think of 
something...haaaaaggghhh!!

It was bewildering. Things had happened so fast that she 
wasn't sure what was happening! Betsy sat very still in 
the large chair in Juvenile Court. Looking up, the 
little girl saw that the judge was looking at her. The 
old man's eyes flashed behind his rimless glasses and, 
before they dropped away from her face and slowly 
traveled down her slender body, he smiled at her.

"The uhhhh, situation at the theater is now under 
control?"

The judge's question sparked memories in Betsy's mind. 
The slim twelve-year-old fidgeted in her chair and was 
forced to put her hand up in front of her face when she 
remembered the look of shock and surprise on Mr. 
Simpson's face when she opened the side door and let the 
police into the Majestic!

"Yes, your honor," Jim Richards said with a smile. "All 
of the suspects were taken in and several of the patrons 
were arrested for lewd behavior." A tiny giggle tried to 
slip out of her mouth and Betsy had to nip hard at her 
knuckle to keep from laughing. 

They were all taken in all right! She remembered that 
one fat man, the one who'd been behind the screen with 
poor Kathy. He'd tried to run with his pants down at his 
ankles and had tripped, falling right through the 
screen! I told them, Betsy told herself happily. I knew 
that I'd get them, all of them!!

"Then all that remains is the matter of what to do with 
this young lady." The judge smiled at her again and 
Betsy returned the smile. She could see that special 
look in his eyes and thought she knew what his solution 
would be if he had his way!

"Yes sir, I have the papers here. They have all been 
signed and witnessed."

Jim paused and looked at Betsy.

The look that passed between them made the little girl 
shiver with pleasure. Betsy's tight love sheath twisted 
and she could feel a fresh dew of moisture seep out of 
her and wet the dainty crotch piece of her new panties.

"...and that being the case it is our suggestion that 
the petition to make Betsy Morrison a ward of Sergeant 
and Mrs. Richards be granted," the judge read. The old 
man paused for a moment then nodded his head. "Petition 
granted."

The judge turned his attention to Betsy. The look in his 
eyes made her even wetter.

"Young lady, you are now the ward of the Richards' 
family. Do you understand that?"

"Yes sir," Betsy said, nodding. But the little girl was 
smiling. He's looking up my skirt...I wonder if he can 
see enough to get him hard?

"Good, you're under their care and supervision. Listen 
to them and be a good little girl," the man said. Betsy 
nodded again and then smiled as she parted her thighs 
slightly, giving him a clear view of her plump little 
love mound.

Jim was nervous. He had avoided looking at her as he 
drove. When they turned down the street to his house he 
shook his head and muttered to himself. "I am crazy, 
this is going to be a wild thing! Do you know what could 
happen if anyone finds out about us? What do you think 
will happen if Molly finds out?"

Betsy thought about her new "mother." Molly Richards was 
a pretty, dark haired little woman with a large, 
friendly smile. She didn't want to hurt her.

"I... I don't know what would happen," Betsy murmured.

Jim snorted and pulled the car into the garage. Before 
Betsy could say anything else he got out and shut the 
garage door, leaving the little girl sitting.

"Molly is downtown, shopping," the handsome, graying man 
said as he got back in the car. "I know it's crazy 
but...I want you, right here and now!"

A warm flow of happiness filled Betsy. She understood 
him now. As long as he wanted her she was sure that she 
was safe.

The slender little girl edged closer to the man and 
whispered. "I'll get my new dress all wrinkled."

Jim shook his head impatiently and pulled her up on his 
lap.

"I don't care. I bought the dress and I can buy more of 
them," he growled as he hauled the dress up and began to 
slip Betsy's panties down over her knees.

The lovely twelve-year-old sighed. She sat facing away 
from him enjoying the feel of his warm hands on her 
naked buttocks. Then Betsy heard the whisper of a zipper 
and moaned with anticipation when she felt the steel of 
her new father's big cock press in between her cheeks 
and find the slick mouth of her cunt.

"Ooooooo, daddy," Betsy groaned as she was entered from 
the rear. "Ohhhhh, I love it when you fuck me, I love 
it!!"

Jim groaned and trembled, his hips began to lift and 
surge. His swollen cock made wet sticky sounds in the 
delicious flow of the little girl's love juice.

They were so engrossed with their lovemaking that 
neither of them saw the connecting door to the house 
open and a small brunette step into the darkened garage. 
Oh good Christ! Jim!!" They both froze in mid-stroke. 
Betsy's eyes bulged out of her head when she found 
herself face to face with Molly! The lovely little girl 
felt so foolish, so nasty sitting there staring at the 
shocked housewife while she was perched on the woman's 
husband's throbbing cock!

"Ohhhhh, noooo," Jim groaned. The graying policeman was 
so shocked that he made no move to lift Betsy off his 
prick. "Molly, I...I don't know what to say!!"

Each passing second seemed like a year and Betsy felt 
panic building up in her as she stared at Molly 
Richards.

"Well, you might at least invite me to join you," the 
pretty housewife purred as she slipped into the car 
beside them. Betsy gasped as she saw the small 
brunette's hand slip between her splayed thighs and felt 
practiced fingers lightly pinch at her still rigid 
clit!!

"I think this is a pretty cramped place to do it, but I 
suppose we can manage" Molly whispered as she slipped 
her finger into Betsy's cunt, letting it lay alongside 
her husband's hard cock. "At least we can manage it this 
time, but after this we fuck in the bed!!"

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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