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.