Hi.. readers mera naam rahul hai aur mai mp se hu. Meri age 20 saal hai. I m 5'7' aur mera
6" lamba aur 3" mota hai. Ye meri pehli chudai k kahani hai jo ki maine merike saa
th ki. Aapko meri chachi ke bare mai bata ta hu wo dikne mai bohot smart hai unki height thodi lambi hai
wo acchi health hai bade boobs aur bhari hui gaand dekh kar koi bhi unhe chodne ka hi sochega. Unke figure 38-32-36 hoga.aab mai apni kahani start karta hu ye kahani aaj se 3 mahine purani hai. Hamari bohot badi family hai magar sab alag alag rehte hai. Ek din mere chacha ko koi kaam se bahar jana tha so unhone muje aapne ghar par sone k liye kaha mai bhi maan gaya. Us din chacha ki raat mai 10 baje train thi so mai unke ghar sone k liye chala gaya chachi k teeno bacche so gaye the jab mai waha paucha. Mai tv dekh raha tha jab chachi gown pehn k aayi wo bohot hi sexy lag rahi thi. Mai jab titanic dekh raha tha so usme wo kar mai chudai wala scene aaya to mai channel badal raha tha to chachi ne kaha wo channel rehne de. Phir chachi bhi wo hot scene dekne lagi phir thodi der baad chachi wahi hall mai mere baju mai soo gayi. Maine chachi ko sota dekh mera lund khada ho gaya maine himmat karke chachi ke boobs par haat rakha unhone bra nahi pehni hui thi soMai aram se nipple ko feel kar sakta tha. Mai dhire dhire unke nipples k saath khel raha tha utne mai wo jag gayi unhone mujhe dekha aur kaha kya kar raha hai
kaha kuch nahi chachi unhone kaha apni chachi ke saath aisa karte hue saram nahi aati. To maine himmat karke kaha ki chachi aap mujhe bohot sundar lagte ho bas muje ek baar aapke boobs dabane do to chachi ne mana kar diya magar mere thoda force karne par wo maan gayi unhone kaha bas ek baar mai bhi maan gaya.Phir mai unke gown k uer se hi unke boobs daba raha tha. Aur phir maine ekdum se unhe lip kiss kardi wo mujhe hata rahi thi magar mai hatne wala thodi tha. Mai unhe kiss karte unke boobs kas kar daba raha tha aab wo bhi garam ho gayi wo bhi aab mujhe support kar rahi thi maine dhire se ek haat unki chut par le gaya aur rub kar raha tha wo gili ho chuki thi. Phir maine chachi ka gown utar diya aur unhone mera lower aur tshirt utar diya aab hum dono ekdum nange the phir humne 69 ki position banai aur unhone mera lund aur maine unki chut chusna chalu kia ye silsila karib 10 min tak chalta raha phir hum dono ek dusre ke muh mai hi jhad gaye phir chachi ne mera lund thoda chus kar khada kiya phir maine unhe dogge style mai leta kar aapna lund dala.thodi mashakkat ke baad mera lund unki chut hai chala kaga phir maine jo chudai chalu ki wo karib 15 min ke baad ruki utni der mai chachi do baar jhhad chuki thi aur mera bhi aane wala tha to maine apni speed bada di aur unke chut mai hi jhhad gaya us raat maine chachi ki chhar bar chudai ki jo subaj 4 baje tak chalti rahi. Phir hum dono so gaye. Aab muje jab bhi mauka milta hai mai chachi ki jamkar chudai karta hu aur wo bhi any time taiyaar rehti hai.so dosto aapko meri story kaisi lagi jarrur batana meri email id hai rahul_rocks_yaar@yahoo.co.in mai aapke jawabo ka wait karunga. Thank you for reading my story.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Teen,s fantasy, Part 1...
CHAPTER ONE
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 . . . opportuni-
ties 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-teener
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 shiver-
ing. 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 uncomfort-
ably 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
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 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-teener 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.
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 . . . opportuni-
ties 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-teener
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 shiver-
ing. 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 uncomfort-
ably 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
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 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-teener 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.
Teen,s fantasy part 2,
CHAPTER 2
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 frighten-
ing, 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 smash 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 glans 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!
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 frighten-
ing, 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 smash 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 glans 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!
Teen,s Fantasy, part ,3?
CHAPTER THREE
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!
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!
Teen.s Fantasy,Part,4
CHAPTER FOUR
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 interest-
ed.
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 answer-
ing.
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 glans 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 titties 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.
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