Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Barbara's Job At The Theatre (Mf, pre-teen, cons)
Date: 8 Oct 1995 03:28:01 GMT

		       Barbara's Sexy Challenge
			     Chapter One
			     The New job

	Newton Simpson looked up from the application that Barbara 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, Barbara?"
The little girl tried to smile and look casual under the man's knowing
stare.

	"Yes... sixteen," Barbara lied.

	Mr. Simpson nodded and raised one eyebrow.

	Barbara 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," Barbara 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 Barbara 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
Barbara 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 Barbara
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 Barbara 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 Barbara and
leaned back in his chair. "Come here, honey," the man said in a quiet
voice. "I want to take a look at you."

	Barbara 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. Barbara 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, Barbara 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,
plum-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 Barbara wore was a pair of white
cotton 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, Barbara 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 Barbara until the trembling girl was
sure that he could see through the small uniform that she was holding
in front of her.

	"Barbara," 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 settle something right now. I know
that you're not old enough for this job and I know that you want it
pretty bad."

	Barbara 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, Barbara 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 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! Barbara 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 Barbara
knew why. The shocked pre-teener could see the front of his pants
pushing out as his penis grew erect and hard!!

	Barbara flushed and made a small sound deep in her throat as
she stared at Mr. Simpson. She knew what a hard penis 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, Barbara 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.

	Barbara 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."

	Barbara 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 Barbara's nerveless
fingers and then motioned for her to come to him.

	The shocked little girl stood before the man dressed only in a
loose pair of white cotton panties, like little girls wear. She was so
ashamed. Barbara shuddered. She was so aware of his stare that she
could feel his eyes creeping up her slender thighs and over the plump,
panty covered folds of her virgin sex.

	Barbara 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. Barbara 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 soft seat of
her panties!

	"Mr. Simpson? I'm only twelve... I don't think..." Barbara
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 Barbara calmed and settled the nervous little girl.

	"Shhhh, Barbara. 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?"

	Barbara gasped and stiffened. Mr. Simpson's warm, soft palms
were completely covering the firm, budding breasts and their pressure
felt so nice. His fingers gently tweaked her sensitive nipples and
made them contract until they were erect...

	A feathery sensation went from her breast to her vagina
causing it to secrete lubricant. This moisture leaked onto the crotch
of her panties leaving a large wet spot.

	"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?"

	Barbara 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 Barbara's soft little
breast and began to creep down over her flat belly. The man used one
hand, moving from one sensitive nipple to the other. Each time that he
pinched and gently pulled at one, Barbara 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.

	Barbara made a soft moaning sound when his fingers reached the
junction of her thighs and slowly caressed her panty crotch pushing
the soft material inward causing it to massage her tiny clitoris. Then
his other hand lifted the elastic waistband of her panties and dipped
underneath.

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

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

	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 tender lips of her
hairless little pussy 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?"

	Barbara answered him with a meek; "yes", and 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 very
wet," Newton murmured, squeezing one of Barbara's nipples. "You like
this, don't you?"

	The trembling little girl didn't know what to say. Barbara
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 sexy!

	"Yes, it feels good," Barbara whispered and she was rewarded
when the man's finger began to twirl and press against the tight mouth
of her small vagina, sending hot, blazing jolts of pleasure radiating
out through her suddenly overheated body!

	Barbara gasped and wiggled. She felt Mr. Simpson's hard penis
rubbing against her and boldly pressed her firm, panty-clad buttocks
against it, making the handsome man groan with pleasure.

	"Have you ever seen a man's penis? 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
Barbara's spine. "I want you to hold my prick, Barbara! 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."

	Barbara's hands shook as she helped the man pull her tight
panties off and slip them down over her slender thighs to her knees.

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

	Barbara needed to keep her panties on, at least to her knees.
This gave her security, knowing Mr. Simpson could not put it in her
while they were in place.

	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 Barbara stared intently at Mr. Simpson's big
penis 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 Barbara'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 Barbara, 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. Barbara knew it, but she was having such an exciting time
that she didn't want to think about any of that now! She wanted to
touch his penis and she wanted him to touch her between her legs.

	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.

	Barbara trembled as her dark eyes moved from the round, hair
orbs of the man's heavy balls, up the white shaft to the reddish, grey
knob of his glans.

	"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 Barbara easily and put him back on his lap.
Barbara 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
Barbara's ear.

	Barbara 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 twelve year old 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 Barbara
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
penis, don't you?" While he spoke, Newton's hand slipped back between
Barbara's warm thighs and gently pressed them apart.

	A warm, delicious feeling caused Barbara 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.

	Barbara could see the small, firm nubbin of her baby clitoris
and shuddered with excitement and pleasure as the fingertip pressed
hard against it and moved in lazy circles.

	Dickie had touched her there and it had been good, but never
this good! Barbara's firm little butt wiggled and she pumped even
harder at Mr. Simpson's big penis 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 Mr. Simpson, that's so nice!," Barbara 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.

	Barbara 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 tongue.

	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 Barbara was glad because it was even
nicer when her pink lips tightened around the tongue and she started
to suck on it!!

	Mr. Simpson made a groaning sound, and his cock jerked and
swelled even larger in her fist. Barbara 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
clitoris as her thumb lifted and stoked against the cock's meaty head.

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

	Barbara giggled but didn't miss a stroke as her small hand
moved up and down his penis. The rapid pumping motion that she was
using caused warm drops of the man's love lubricant to splash on her
naked thighs. Barbara 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 rim of her vagina and
it was slowly forcing its way into her. Barbara 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 her burning clitoris all
the while that his twisting finger advanced.

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

	Barbara felt her cheeks burn as she blushed and said; "I'm
only twelve, still a little girl, Mr. Simpson." The naked child hid
her embarrassment by forcing her tired little hand and arm to jerk
faster and faster on his slippery penis.

	"I'll make it nice," Mr. Simpson groaned in her ear. Barbara
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. His thumb strummed her
clitoris while his finger rapidly penetrated her vagina. All the
while his the fingers of his other hand squeezed her plum sized
breasts. Barbara 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. "Oh my God!! Ohhh, that feels wonderful Mr.
Simpson... Don't stop, please don't stop... Unnnnhhhhhh!!"

	Barbara's thighs stiffened, her belly fluttered, and her head
repeatedly banged against Mr. Simpson's shoulder while the handsome
man's knowing fingers 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.

	Barbara'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 penis jumped. Barbara was
watching with fevered interest when the swollen slit in the glans
opened and a long, white jet of hot semen 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 Barbara hardly took notice as the
man used the fingers of both of his hands to spread his cooling semen
all over her smooth, naked little body. She wondered what it would
feel like inside her...

	"You're going to work out just fine, Barbara," 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.

			     Chapter Two
		      Little Girls Need Love Too

	Three Days Later...

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

	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?" Barbara asked in a
faint voice. The handsome theater manager chuckled and looked around
him. At first, Barbara 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," Barbara 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 Barbara's thick, long hair and caressed
her slender arched neck. "I wanted you to come early for another
reason."

	Barbara 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 Barbara could feel them swell apart, letting a few drops of
her slick lube leak out of her and wet the crotch of her fresh white
cotton 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 and
wanted that wonderful feeling again.

	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, Barbara 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 Barbara until they were safely inside of his office and
his door was locked tight. Newton turned and found Barbara standing in
the middle of the room staring at him with her large dark eyes.

	Mr. Simpson took her by the hand and led Barbara 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
Barbara's bare knee. To distract her, Newton began to speak softly in
her ear.

	"Did you think about what we did yesterday?"

	Mr. Simpson took her by the hand and led Barbara 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
Barbara'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
Barbara 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, Barbara sighed and obediently
spread them, opening the way for him to press against the fat outline
of her moist little pussy.

	"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 penis."

	She couldn't help it. Barbara 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. Barbara wiggled happily and spread her slim,
childish legs farther apart. Her fingers pressed and explored the
bulge of Newton's big penis 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 Barbara 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, Barbara 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 cottony material brushed against her flesh and Barbara
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 rim of
her baby vagina, making Barbara 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," Barbara cooed. Her fingers dug
into the material of his slacks and tried to close around his
throbbing penis. "It makes me feel goooood!"

	Newton chuckled softly and pulled Barbara 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 Barbara'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!"

	Barbara 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
nipple.

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

	"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 Barbara's soft little breasts in his 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 plum-sized
breast, Mr. Simpson's other hand was working between her legs, pushing
her panties down and off her feet. Barbara spread her legs 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
thighs.

	Barbara 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 Barbara. 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.

	Barbara 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 penis!

	"Does it make you feel good to squeeze it? Do you like to play
with it and make me squirt white stuff for you?"

	Mr. Simpson's dirty question rattled and echoed in Barbara'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
Barbara's naked back until he could press his fingers in between her
buttocks and hook her tight little vagina from the rear. The little
brunette moaned, it felt so good!

	Barbara 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 penis was rubbing against her chin and her
cheek, and her thoughts crept back to Rick and the way that his skinny
penis 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. Barbara moaned softly when
Mr. Simpson twirled his big finger in her bubbling little pussy 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 vagina.

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

	Barbara 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, Barbara formed a tight oval with her soft lips and pressed that
elastic oval down over the hot, pulpy head of his upthrust penis! Mr.
Simpson gasped, his hips lifted, catching Barbara by surprise and
jamming almost half of his throbbing organ into her mouth.

	The naked child coughed and bucked when she felt her throat
blocked and realized she couldn't breath. But before she could panic,
Newton pulled Barbara's head up and taught her how to hold just the
head of his bloated penis in her mouth.

	"Ummmm, that's good, sweetheart," 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
vagina that they were stretching her hymen and she wished that it
would break so she could feel them deep inside her.

	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 penis. The handsome man groaned and
continued to use his free hand to guide her and teach her the
delicious art of oral sex.

	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.

	Barbara moaned when the three fingers were pulled out of her
bottom and the thick, satisfying head of the man's penis 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.

	Barbara 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, pushing his
tongue into her mouth as he did.

	A wild sense of excitement was rumbling inside her, Barbara'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 caress her hard, protruding clitoris.

	Mr. Simpson's big hands slipped under her and cupped Barbara's
trim little bottom. The naked girl sighed as his fingers squeezed and
fondled 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, Barbara," Mr. Simpson breathed in
her ear. "Are you afraid?"

	Barbara moaned and hugged the handsome man tightly. She could
feel his hard penis 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 pussy.

	"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, sweetheart, just a little at first, but
afterward...ohhh, after that it's going to be so good that you'll beg
for more!"

	She was still afraid, but an image of her mother popped into
the excited little girl's head. Barbara could remember the look of
longing on her mother, Julia's face, a look that changed to joy and
pleasure when her new boyfriend finally pushed his big thing inside
her.

	Barbara knew that she had to have it. Just like her mother,
she needed the comfort of having a hard penis inside her, it's soft,
velvety head touching the deep recesses of her vagina. 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, Barbara simply rolled her hips
forward and pressed the swollen lips of her wet little vulva against
the head of Mr. Simpson's big erection. The man gasped and groaned as
the soft mouth of her baby vagina kissed the head of his penis.

	"That's a good little girl," Mr. Simpson moaned softly. He
pushed her back a little and Barbara could watch as he used one hand
to center the head of his stiff penis in 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. Barbara felt light-
headed and giddy as she did as she was told and lowered her trebling,
naked body onto the invading penis.

	She could see everything and it added an extra sense of
pleasure for the little girl to be able to see the head of the penis
spread the pink and white lips of her pussy apart and disappear into
her tight little vagina.

	Barbara 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 Barbara wasn't certain that
she could tell them apart.

	The firm knob of the man's big penis was fully inserted in the
stretched throat of her vagina and was slowly entering her body. For
the first time, Barbara 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 inside her!

	"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 Barbara'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
penis as it slowly forced its way into her.

	He stopped when he felt his glans butt hard against the
elastic membrane that blocked Barbara's virgin vagina and waited. He
had all the time in the world.

	Barbara knew what was happening, too, the pretty little girl
winced when she felt her hymen stretch and fight to keep the big 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. Barbara sighed happily when the handsome man
paused to suck at her pretty little breasts and lightly tickled the
tightly closed opening to her anus.

	"You'll have to help me, baby," the handsome man sighed as he
taught Barbara to twist her hips and make the knob of his throbbing
penis turn and pull inside of her. Each time that she moved, it felt
better.

	Barbara could feel the hard flesh of the shaft brushing
lightly against her swollen clitoris and the flame of desire beat down
her fears and gave her a fresh wave of courage.

	"Ooohhhh, it feels so darn big, Mr. Simpson," Barbara moaned
breathlessly and she pressed her slim body down on the man's penis.
"It feels like... Ugggghhh!" Barbara 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 penis glide into the slick, waiting
grip of her vagina!!

	She wasn't a virgin anymore nor was she a little girl. She was
now a woman, enjoying the same thing her mother enjoyed the previous
night. Full penetration sex!

	"Ummmm, soooo tight and warm," Mr. Simpson moaned as he began
to thrust gently at Barbara.

	Each time that the big penis 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 Barbara twisting and rolling her
hips and bouncing up and down on his hard, hot penis.

	"Oooooo yes, I... like it, it feels wonderful," Barbara
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 sultry little girl sucked and pulled on his tongue.

	"Oggghhhh... do it like that again!" Barbara'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... huh, huh,
Ahhhhhhh!!"

	She was cumming!

	Barbara called out, her small hands clenched and dug her nails
into Newton's shoulders while she forced her stretched, full little
pussy 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 sperm up from
his balls. "Awwwgggghhh... I'm cumming too, honey!"

	Barbara gasped then moaned when she felt a hot gush of semen
fill her and soak her stinging little vagina with a thick coat of
slick cum 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.

	She was too late. The man's waning penis, softened, shrank and
slid from her vagina. Still sitting up, the little girl could feel his
thick, viscous semen oozing from her vagina and flowing down her inner
thighs.

	There was so much of it! Barbara started touching Mr.
Simpson's penis, stroking it and trying to make it hard... She wanted
more of him deep inside her, much more and very often...

			      The End