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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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