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Subject: Usherette 01 of 13 pedo, Mf, MMf, Ff, MMFf
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Warning: The following file contains adult material.
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If you are offended by such material, or if you are
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underage, or if it is illegal for to have such material
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discontinue file access immediately. The events
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and characters depicted in this material are fiction.
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Any parallels to people living or dead is purely
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coincidental.
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I did not write this. This is a story I have greatly
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appreciated. I hope you do too. -Jonboy
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Usherette Chapter 1
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The sign on his desk read "Newton Simpson, Manager." Betsy Morrison's dark
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brown eyes left the sign and went back to the handsome man behind the desk. The
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dark, slender twelve-year-old felt a trembling tension in her tummy. This
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was the first time she'd ever tried to apply for a real job, no wonder she was
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excited.
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Newton Simpson looked up from the application that Betsy had just filled
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out. He was handsome, a little plump, and too well fed. But his black hair was
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full and neatly combed and he wore a loud but expensive sports coat. In short,
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he looked just like what he was, a successful manager of a large motion picture
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theater.
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"It says here that you're sixteen, is that right, Betsy?" The little girl
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tried to smile and look casual under the man's knowing stare.
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"Yes . . . sixteen," Betsy lied.
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Mr. Simpson nodded and raised one eyebrow.
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Betsy could see that he knew she wasn't telling the truth but the twinkle
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in his eye told her that he wasn't going to press the issue.
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"You understand that your work here would keep you out late? Does your
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family know that you wouldn't be getting home until after midnight?"
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A flicker of a frown crossed the pretty little girl's face before she
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nodded. "There's just my mother and she says that it will be all right, at
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least during the summer," Betsy said in a low voice. The pretty girl thought
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of her mother. Poor Julia, it was terrible for her, widowed only a few months
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and finding that the money from daddy's insurance didn't stretch as far as she
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thought that it would. They needed the money and her mother would just have to
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get used to the idea of her getting home at midnight.
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"All right," Newton Simpson murmured as he pretended to study her
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application, but Betsy knew that he was really looking up her long, hairless
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legs and under her short skirt. The pretty brunette felt a warning ripple run
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along her spine when she realized what the man was doing and she wished she'd
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worn the longer skirt than she had.
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It was embarrassing and upsetting, but for the past half year she noticed
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that men and bigger boys had started to stare at her and Betsy wasn't certain
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how she should take it. On one hand, she knew that it was dirty and wrong, but
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even so she found it sort of exciting and it made her feel good to know that
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they were looking at her budding body.
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"I'm not all that sure that you would be willing to work the extra hours
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that it requires," Newton Simpson said, watching Betsy closely.
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The pretty preteen girl jerked upright in her chair. She had to get this
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job, it was important!
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Before she could speak, the theater manager went on, his eyes never
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leaving her as he did: "Of course there are . . . opportuni- ties for an . . .
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eager young lady, such as yourself, to make a good deal of money here at the
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Majestic, but it does take work and long hours."
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"Oh, I'd work hard, Mr. Simpson, it's really important that I get the job.
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My mother and I need the extra money!" There was another reason that Betsy was
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desperate to be hired. She had been talking to some friends and had bragged
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that she already had the job. What could the girl say if she didn't?
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Seemingly satisfied, Newton Simpson smiled at Betsy and leaned back in his
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chair. "Come here, honey," the man said in a quiet voice. "I want to take
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a look at you."
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Betsy was forced to spread her thighs as she uncrossed her long, coltish
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legs and it made the pretty little girl blush when she realized that he could
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see all the way to her panties when she did.
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"We wear a rather . . . revealing costume here," Mr. Simpson purred to
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her. Betsy felt herself flush again as she nodded. She'd seen that uniform
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every time that she came to a movie. "Please go into the other room and see if
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we have a uniform that fits you."
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The manager pointed to a door behind his desk. Pleased that he was still
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interested in her for the job, Betsy scurried to the door and up to a rack of
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freshly cleaned usherette costumes.
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Without a moment's thought or hesitation, the slender girl unbuttoned her
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blouse and pulled it off. The pretty brunette stared at the uniform tops and
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shook her head as she looked down at her own, cupcake-sized breasts. She had
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more than any of the other twelve-year-olds that she knew, but she would have
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to do something to fill any of these uniforms out.
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Still concerned about her lack of the large, creamy breasts that she
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wished she had, the young girl unsnapped her skimpy skirt and let it drop to
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her feet. All that Betsy wore was a filmy pair of blue panties and she shivered
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as the cooler air of the room bathed her slim figure from head to toe. The girl
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was so intent on finding a uniform small enough for her that she didn't stop to
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think where that draft came from. She didn't notice the door behind her quietly
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swing open to allow Mr. Simpson to step in and sit in the large chair in the
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center of the room.
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At last, Betsy found one uniform that looked small enough and, taking it
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from the rack, she turned, planning to try it on.
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"Ohhh! I . . . I didn't know that you would be here, Mr. Simpson!" She was
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so embarrassed! The slim little girl clutched the plastic shrouded uniform in
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her hands and tried to hide her naked body from the man's glistening eyes. "I .
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. . I'm not . . . dressed yet!"
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Mr. Simpson nodded, only the faintest hint of a smile flickered at the
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corners of his lips. He made no move to leave. All he did was sit there and
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stare at Betsy until the trembling girl was sure that he could see through the
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small uniform that she was holding in front of her.
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"Betsy," Mr. Simpson said as he crooked his finger and motioned for her to
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come to him.
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The surprised girl began to inch toward him, but she was still terribly
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uncertain.
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"Come here, honey," the man said. This time, his voice was stronger, more
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commanding. "Let's get something straight between us. I know that you're not
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old enough for this job and I know that you want it pretty bad."
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Betsy nodded, her wide dark eyes never left Mr. Simpson's face as she
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obeyed him and came a few feet closer.
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"Am I right? You aren't old enough, are you really?"
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For a second, Betsy was tempted to bluff her way, but then her courage
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failed and she hung her head and shrugged helplessly.
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"Do you really need this job? |--(`I` IS NOT USUALLY FOLLOWED BY
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`MEAN`.)--| I mean do you need this job bad enough to . . . be nice to me and
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do what you're told?"
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The poor little girl was stunned! Betsy looked at the theater owner with
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bulging eyes. He hadn't said it in so many words, but the girl knew what he was
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asking! Simpson smiled and nodded. "That's right, I'm asking if you want this
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badly enough to have a little fun with me from time to time." The handsome man
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shifted in his chair and instantly Betsy knew why. The shocked pre-teener could
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see the front of his pants pushing out as his penis grew erect and hard!!
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Betsy flushed and made a small sound deep in her throat as she stared at
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Mr. Simpson. She knew what a hard prick looked like. She had a friend,
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Dickie Webber, and they had been playing . . . games in her garage for over a
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year. They had not done much, and nothing that they'd done in their fumbling,
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groping, and touching made her ready to handle the situation she was faced with
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now!
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"I . . . we need the money," the little girl whispered as she stared at the
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man. Besides that, Betsy could imagine the scornful looks on her friends' faces
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when she had to confess that she didn't have the job and the picture made her
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feel just awful! "But I . .
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Betsy saw the excitement rising in Mr. Simpson's face and she was
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surprised to feel a strong, pounding sensation in her own untried body.
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"No, I didn't think you had," Newton Simpson breathed as he stared
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greedily at the lovely, slender girl before him. "If you do go to work for me
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this summer you could work at night and on two mornings a week we have meetings
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of the Film Classics Club. If you worked those mornings that would mean even
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more money for you and then, if you work out all right, there are . . . other
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ways for you to make money. A lot of it."
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The handsome man's face was even and calm as he asked again, "Do you want
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the job, little girl? I think that your mother would like all that extra money.
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I'm sure she would."
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Betsy began to tremble. She was so upset that she didn't know what to say.
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Mr. Simpson solved the problem for the startled child, he leaned forward
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and calmly took the uniform out of Betsy's nerveless fingers and then motioned
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for her to come to him.
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The shocked little girl stood before the man dressed only in a tight,
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nearly transparent pair of panties. Betsy shuddered. She was so aware of his
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stare that she could feel his eyes creeping up her slender thighs and over the
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plump, hairless folds of her virgin sex.
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Betsy wasn't certain how it happened. She felt herself moving and looked
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down in amazement as her bare thighs carried her forward far enough for Mr.
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Simpson to take her hand and pull. The trembling little girl was so close that
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their knees touched and she had a clear view of the straining bulge in his
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slacks.
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"Don't be afraid," the handsome man said in a soft voice. "You and I can
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have a lot of fun together. I can show you things that you never knew about
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before." His fingers tightened around her wrist as he stared at her near naked
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body. Betsy was shiver- ing. It was caused by the excitement and the
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delicious feeling of fear and anticipation that raced along her nerves. The man
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had positioned her far back on his lap. The nervous little girl's back was
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pressed against his chest and, what was shocking, she could feel his
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stiffening, bulging sexual member pressing up against the thin seat of her
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panties!
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"Mr. Simpson? I . . . I don't think . . ." Betsy didn't have a chance to
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finish her meek protest. The handsome man hugged her close and began to whisper
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in her ear. Each word that Newton spoke to Betsy calmed and settled the
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nervous little girl.
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"Shhhh, Betsy. There's nothing to be afraid of! I won't hurt you. All I
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want to do is make you feel good." The nearly naked pre-teener shivered, but
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didn't try to struggle, even when the man's warm hands moved to her bare
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shoulders, then down. He used a slow, circular movement and with each circle
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that his hands made over her flesh they dropped lower.
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"Haven't you ever let some nice boy do this for you?" the man asked.His
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voice was deep and husky. "You're such a pretty little thing. Hasn't someone
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ever put their hands here and squeezed you?"
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Betsy gasped and stiffened. Mr. Simpson's warm, soft palms were completely
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covering the firm little melons of her budding breasts and their pressure felt
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SO nice!
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"Tell me, honey," the man persisted. "Haven't you taken your clothes off
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for some other man or some kid and let them have you?"
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Betsy wiggled uncomfortably, she didn't want to tell the man about Dickie.
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Besides, he didn't really count. "No, I never did this before." It wasn't
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really a lie. She'd never sat on a man's lap while he kissed her slender neck
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and gently squeezed and played with her small breasts like this before!
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"I'm glad that I'm the first," Newton sighed. As the man spoke, one of his
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warm hands dropped away from Betsy's hard little breast and began to creep down
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over her flat belly. The man used one hand, moving from one sharp nipple to the
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other. Each time that he pinched and gently pulled at one, Betsy would sigh and
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wiggle a little against his bone hard erection.
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"I can show you some ways to make you feel good, honey. I can show you
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some tricks that you won't believe!" He sounded excited, too.
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Betsy made a soft moaning sound when his fingers reached the elastic
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waistband of her panties and dipped underneath.
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"Do you play with yourself, sometimes? Do you put your fingers in your
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tight little pussy, baby?"
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Betsy felt herself blushing furiously. She wiggled uncomfort- ably as she
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nodded. "Yes," the pretty little brunette whispered. "Last year a girl in my
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class showed me how to do it. My mother says that it's not a nice thing to do .
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. . but I still do it, sometimes."
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Mr. Simpson chuckled, his fingers were slowly working down over the silky
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flesh of her belly. The slender twelve-year-old knew where they were headed and
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the thought made the plump lips of her hairless little slot feel all puffy and
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hot.
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"All mothers tell their children that playing with themselves is wrong,
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but it isn't. All playing with yourself does is make you feel good, right?"
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Betsy would have answered him, but at that very instant his forefinger
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found the smooth swell of her immature pussy and forced its way between the
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lips. "Ummmmm, you're getting wet," Newton murmured, pinching one of Betsy's
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pebble-hard nipples. "You like this, don't you?"
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The trembling little girl didn't know what to say. Betsy knew that what
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she was letting the man do wasn't nice, but she and her mother did need the
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money, and it did feel good! "Yes, it's nice," Betsy whispered and she was
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rewarded when the man's finger began to twirl and press against the tight mouth
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of her tight little cunt, sending hot, blazing jolts of pleasure radiating out
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through her suddenly overheated body!
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Betsy gasped and wiggled. She felt Mr. Simpson's hard-on rubbing against
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her and boldly pressed her firm, high-riding buttocks against it, making the
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handsome man groan with pleasure.
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"Have you ever seen a man's cock? Have you ever been close to one when
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it's hard and held it in your hands?" Mr. Simpson's breath tickled her ear and
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sent chills of pleasure racing up and down Betsy's spine. "I want you to hold
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my prick, Betsy! Will you do that for me?"
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Before she could even think of what to say, the shocked little girl heard
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her voice rising. "Yes! I mean . . . I guess . . . If you promise not to hurt
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me."
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"Oh, no! I don't want to hurt you, honey," the eager manager whispered as
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he lifted the surprised twelve-year-old off his lap and stood her on her
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unsteady feet. "You're going to like this! Now let's get these off first."
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Betsy's hands shook as she helped the man pull her tight panties off and slip
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them down over her slender thighs.
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Looking down, the little girl was surprised and a bit embarrassed when she
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saw the wet spot on her crotch piece and realized that her tight little cunt
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was sending down a warm coating of lubricant.
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Mr. Simpson had left his jacket in his office. The man leaned back in his
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chair and smiled boldly at the shocked twelve-year-old as he calmly unbuckled
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his belt and unzipped the front of his slacks.
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Without hesitation, the lovely little girl pressed closer and watched as
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the theater manager popped the snaps on his shorts and pulled his stiff, hard
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penis into view! A small sighing sound oozed out of her throat as Betsy stared
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intently at Mr. Simpson's big dong straining in his fist.
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"Oh, my! I thought that Dickie's hard penis was big," the excited little
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girl thought, "but Mr. Simpson's is three times as large!!" A tingling, itching
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sensation flickered to life deep in the untouched depths of Betsy's virgin love
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sheath. She knew how babies were made and what men and women did together in
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bed. The idea that the man would want to put that big, swollen-looking penis
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inside of her frightened Betsy, but it was an exciting, bubbly kind of fright
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and she didn't back off.
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"I know it's wrong," the girl told herself, "but we need the money and I
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want the job!" She was hiding part of the truth from herself. Betsy knew it,
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but she was having such an exciting time that she didn't want to think about
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any of that now!
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Mr. Simpson had pushed his shorts and slacks down past his knees and he
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sat half naked in his chair, smiling at her while he pumped his hand up and
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down his big, scary pole. Betsy trembled as her dark eyes moved from the round,
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hair orbs of the man's heavy balls, up the white shaft to the red, almost
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purple knob of his glans.
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"Don't be afraid of it," Mr. Simpson coaxed. "Just touch it, that's all
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you have to do. Touch it. Take it in your hand!"
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The little girl could hear the sound of the handsome man's quick breathing
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and knew that he was excited. Somehow, knowing that gave her the nerve that she
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needed to reach out and brush the tips of her fingers against his vein-wreathed
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shaft.
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Slipping an arm around the naked twelve-year-old's waist, the excited man
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lifted Betsy easily and put him back on his lap. Betsy felt funny and kind of
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embarrassed when she felt the naked cheeks of her bottom rubbing against Mr.
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Simpson's hairy legs. The man was guiding her hand to his hard pole and she
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leaned back in the crook of his other arm as he taught her how to curl her slim
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fingers around him and squeeze hard on his thick penis!!
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"Ooohhh, that feels good," Newton Simpson whispered in Betsy's ear.
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Betsy sat on one of Mr. Simpson's thighs. He had spread his legs a little
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and pulled her back so that it was easy for the interested pre-teener to work
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her fist up and down him. Her hooked thumb brushed against his naked thigh
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while he taught her how to masturbate him.
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"Just like that, up and down, honey. Squeeze it a little tighter, umm
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hummmm, perfect!" The handsome man groaned as Betsy increased the pace and made
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her fist pop up and down in his lap.
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"There now, that isn't so bad, is it? You like to play with my cock, don't
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you?" While he spoke, Newton's hand slipped back between Betsy's warm thighs
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and gently pressed them apart.
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A warm, delicious feeling caused Betsy to tear her eyes away from the
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man's big cock. The naked little girl watched as a thick, hairy forefinger
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parted the bald lips of her vulva and dipped into the clear, glistening
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moisture that was seeping out of her. Betsy could see the small, firm nubbin of
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her baby clitoris and shuddered with excitement and pleasure as the fingertip
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pressed hard against it.
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Dickie had touched her there and it had been good, but never this good!
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Betsy's firm little ass wiggled and she pumped even harder at Mr. Simpson's big
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cock as he aroused her! It only took a minute or perhaps two for the excited
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man's probing finger to strike a flame in the pretty child's belly. The flame
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burned away any last shreds of doubt and resistance.
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"Ohhhh! That's nice," Betsy breathed softly. Mr. Simpson's hand left her
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hard, swollen little breasts and pressed against the edge of her chin, turning
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her pretty face so that he could kiss her!
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At first, the naked little girl didn't know what to do when she felt his
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wet, slippery tongue pressing between her soft lips. Then, the man's finger
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began a rapid twirling movement in her tight little pussy. Betsy gasped and
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when her jaw opened, Mr. Simpson's tongue pushed its way into her mouth and
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began to flick at the pointed tip of her own pink little probe.
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The naked twelve-year-old shuddered. Mr. Simpson's tongue made her feel
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all funny and shaky as it slid in and out of her mouth. Some inborn instinct
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guided her and Betsy was glad because it was even nicer when her pink lips
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tightened around the tongue and she learned to suck on it!!
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Mr. Simpson made a groaning sound, and his cock jerked and swelled even
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larger in her fist. Betsy felt something warm and slippery dripping down on her
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fingers. The girl knew what it was. Dickie's skinny prick got wet when
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she played with it, too. Drops of clear juice would leak out of the slit on top
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of his cock, but never so much! The excited little girl moaned and Mr.
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Simpson's finger fluttered back and forth over the hard stub of her clit as her
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thumb lifted and rubbed hard against the cock's meaty glans.
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"Damn, but you learn fast," Mr. Simpson groaned happily.
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Betsy giggled but didn't miss a stroke as her small hand flew up and down
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his jerking pole of flesh. The rapid pumping motion that she was using
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caused warm drops of the man's love lubricant to splash on her naked thighs.
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Betsy liked the feel of it on her and enjoyed seeing it glitter on her milk
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white flesh.
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Mr. Simpson's finger had found the tight neck of her vagina and it was
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slowly forcing its way into her. Betsy groaned as her tight, wet opening was
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stretched but she made no effort to pull away because the man's thumb was
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lightly strumming against the burning clitoris all the while that his twisting
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finger advanced.
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"God! You are a virgin! I didn't think that there were any left!!"
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Betsy felt her cheeks burn as she blushed. The naked child hid her
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embarrassment by forcing her tired little hand and arm to jerk faster and
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faster on his slippery prick.
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"I'll make it nice," Mr. Simpson groaned in her ear.
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Betsy sighed and began to roll her slim hips as the fingers that moved in
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her hairless pussy made her feel better and better!
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"I'll make you feel so good that you'll scream for more!"
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The man's wet tongue worked in and out of her ear, down the nape of her
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neck and across her shoulder. Betsy shook. Her small mouth opened and she
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moaned with pleasure. The girl's dark eyes popped open in surprise and before
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she actually knew what was happening inside of her slim body, her climax
|
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exploded in a starburst of pleasure!!!
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"Annnnggghhh!!" The naked child moaned and shuddered as her hot, hairless
|
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slit sucked and pulled around Mr. Simpson's twirling, pressing finger.
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"Aaaaiiiieeee!! Ohhh, Mr. Simpson . . . aaaaiiiieeee!!!"
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Betsy's thighs stiffened, her belly fluttered, and her head repeatedly
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banged against Mr. Simpson's shoulder while the handsome man's knowing finger
|
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made her slim, beautiful body dance and jerk.
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"Go faster . . . aggghhh!! You're going to make me cum, little honey," the
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handsome man theater manager snorted in her ear.
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Betsy's arm ached but the jolting flashes of joy that were still exploding
|
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between her splayed thighs gave her fresh energy and the pretty little girl
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worked as hard as she could to finish the job that she started.
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"Annnnuuuugggghhh!!" His fat cock jumped. Betsy was watching with fevered
|
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interest when the swollen slit in the glans opened and a long, white jet of hot
|
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cum shot in the air and then came splattering down on her naked thighs and
|
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belly. "Oggghhhh . . . haaaggghhh!!"
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The tired little brunette lay slumped against Mr. Simpson's shoulder. She
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was so exhausted that Betsy hardly took notice as the man used the fingers of
|
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both of his hands to spread his cooling cum all over her smooth, naked little
|
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body.
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"You're going to work out just fine, Betsy," the man whispered and kissed
|
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her cheek. "I'm going to make sure that you earn a lot of money for your mommy
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and have a lot of fun doing it."
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Small warning bells rang in the girl's mind but she ignored them as she
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watched with growing interest while he painted the still sharp tips of her
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little nipples with a thick coat of his sticky semen.
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The End of part 1, continuing in part 2...
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From ddail@efn.org Wed Jun 26 15:17:10 1996
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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From: jonboy@anonimous.net (Jonboy)
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Subject: Usherette 02 of 13
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Message-ID: <6187cc$10262e.3b9@news.thepoint.net>
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Warning: The following file contains adult material.
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Usherette Chapter 2
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Her first night at work. It was so exciting! Betsy caught sight of her
|
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reflection in one of the glass lobby doors and paused to admire it. She was
|
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proud of herself. Her deep blue costume top clung tight and instead of hanging
|
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loose from her bust the way she thought it would, it seemed to push her firm
|
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little tits higher and made them look larger than they were. The pretty little
|
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brunette liked the way that her short red skirt hugged her waist then fit over
|
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the curve of her developing hips and saucy buttocks. There was a tight fitting
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pair of matching red panties just peeking out from under the skirt and Betsy
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had thought the whole effect was wonderful.
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The slender little usherette looked away from the glass and saw the
|
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snack-bar manager, Mrs. Borden, looking at her. Betsy flushed guiltily and
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remembered that she was supposed to be working. Taking a firm grip on her
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flashlight, the little girl peeked one more time at her reflection and admired
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the way that her daring uniform made her legs look even longer than they were.
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The door to aisle C closed soundlessly behind her as Betsy stepped into
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the darkened auditorium. All she had to do was watch for smokers, keep little
|
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children from running up and down the aisles and help the other two ushers when
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she was asked to. Mr. Simpson said it was the job he gave to all the new girls.
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Mr. Simpson! Betsy was glad that no one could see her in the dark because
|
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she could feel her cheeks burning when she thought about him. A funny, warm
|
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sensation began between her legs every time that Betsy thought about the things
|
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|
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that Mr. Simpson did to her. She knew it was wrong for her to let the man touch
|
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her and teach her those things, but it did make her feel good, just the way
|
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that he promised. Besides, it made Betsy feel grown up and daring just to know
|
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that a grown up man was interested in her like that!
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Betsy passed down the aisle feeling important when some kids that she knew
|
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saw her and whispered excitedly among themselves. The pretty little girl passed
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between the first row and the screen and then walked up aisle D.
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"What is your name again, dear? I'm sorry but I was so busy earlier that I
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don't think I caught it."
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Betsy was startled, she'd stopped by the candy counter and since the good
|
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looking blonde clerk hadn't spoken to her all evening, she hadn't expected her
|
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to do so now.
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"It's Betsy Morrison, ma'am," the pretty little brunette said quickly.
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Mrs. Borden smiled at her and tossed her blonde hair with a shake of the
|
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head. The motion also made the older woman's large, creamy looking breasts
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jiggle under her tight fitting uniform top.
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"Ohhh, don't be so formal, Betsy. You can call me Grace, I work here just
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like you."
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Betsy smiled shyly and nodded her head, she was impressed by how pretty
|
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and self assured Grace was. She was also painfully aware of how well built
|
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the blonde was and wondered if she was ever going to grow up and look half as
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nice as that.
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Grace reached across the counter and gently brushed Betsy's long dark hair
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back from her shoulder, letting the tips of her fingers touch the girl's neck
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as she did. "You look so cute in your costume, Betsy. It's very becoming."
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The blonde's green eyes moved down over her slim body and without knowing
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why, the pretty little girl felt nervous. Grace smiled again as she pointed up
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the stairs behind Betsy. "It's almost intermission. You'd better go up and
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check the ladies lounge and make sure that everything is all right."
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Betsy scurried up the stairs and put her uneasy thoughts about Grace out
|
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of her mind. When she checked the restroom and returned, Betsy heard the
|
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film end and she helped the other usherette open the doors.
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"How's it going?"
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The other girl's name was Kathy. She was older than Betsy, about
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seventeen.
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"It's always confusing on the first night, you'll get used to it." Kathy
|
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grinned, she had blue eyes and dark, auburn hair. "Well, I've got to go and
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help Grace behind the counter, see you."
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Betsy watched Kathy hurry away and was impressed by the other girl's
|
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shapely legs and the sexy way that her round, firm bottom swayed when she
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walked. The little brunette looked down at her own slim legs and despaired of
|
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their ever filling out.
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The evening flew by. Everything was so new and so exciting that Betsy
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hardly noticed. Twice she'd had to flash her light on customers and ask them to
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stop smoking and she was surprised to note that it gave her a sense of power
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that she'd never had before.
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The pretty girl stopped just inside the doors and looked around the
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auditorium. This was the second showing and there weren't so many patrons.
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Betsy only glanced up at the screen from time to time. The movie was filled
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with gunshots and squealing tires and she didn't care for it much.
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She wasn't sure if it was a movement or a sound that caught her attention,
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but something drew her to the seats just to her right. The only people in the
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last three rows were a couple and they were pressing against her and from the
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way that their heads were moving Betsy could tell that they were kissing.
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The slim little usherette stifled a giggle and craned her neck so that she
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could see better. Mr. Simpson had told her not to say anything to neckers
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unless they got out of hand or that people around them complained. Betsy saw
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the man's arm move away from the lady's shoulder and dropped out of sight, in a
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few seconds the lady stiffened and then began to kiss him even harder than
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before!
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It wasn't so funny now. Betsy felt a small trickle of excitement run down
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the full length of her spine. Deep inside of her belly the little girl felt her
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tight vagina twist and the muscles around it pull. She'd seen other people
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kissing and messing around before and wondered why this would excite her so
|
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much.
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Moving carefully and slowly, Betsy inched forward so that she could see
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down the aisle and see what the man was doing to make the lady sigh and wiggle
|
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so. The scene on the screen was being done in daylight and it cast a glowing
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silver light around the theater, enough light for the shocked little girl to
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get her wish!
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The man had pulled the lady's skirt up over her tummy and was working his
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hand between her parted thighs. The lips of Betsy's own little pussy grew hot
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and moist when she watched the woman jerk and then shake her hips like that.
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Wicked, naughty memories of Mr. Simpson teased and nipped at Betsy and before
|
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she knew it, the little girl was excited.
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The lady moved a little and Betsy was faintly shocked when she saw that
|
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her blouse was unbuttoned and her bare breasts were gleaming in the silver
|
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light. Just then, Betsy saw a flash of something white in the man's lap and
|
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once she concentrated on it, she could make out what it was. The lady had his
|
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big, hard prick in her hand and she was playing with it!!!
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Betsy shivered and remembered how exciting it was to run her fingers up
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and down the length of Mr. Simpson's big old thing and she wondered if that
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other man's cock felt any different?
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The couple kept their heads together, kissing and whispering while they
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masturbated each other. Betsy was so excited that her knees were shaking as she
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pressed close against the arm of a seat and openly stared at them. The little
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girl found that by bending her knees a little, she could force the smooth
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wooden armrest against her burning little mound and then by flexing her thighs
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she could make it rub against her there.
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As she stood in the darkness, rubbing her moist little groove against the
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armrest, the lady in the seat began to moan softly. Most of the sounds she made
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were drowned out by the film's sound track, but Betsy was certain that she
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could hear moans, squeals, and gasps as the lady stiffened in the seat and
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began to shake as the man's hand flashed between her spread and shaking thighs.
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She was cumming! Betsy was shocked to see it happen in public like this and the
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fact that it was made it even more thrilling to her!
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The woman's hand was still working up and down on the man's white tube of
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a cock and when he groaned and pulled her close to him, Betsy knew that he was
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going to shoot his cum! The pretty little girl sighed softly to herself and
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rubbed harder against the seat as she watched the two struggle for a moment.
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Betsy saw the lady shake her head and try to pull back but the man was stronger
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and in just seconds he'd managed to grip her by the nape of the neck and push
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her head down in his lap. She was forced to slide out of her seat and kneel on
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the floor to keep from breaking her neck!
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For an instant, Betsy was puzzled, but then she saw the woman's head begin
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to bob up and down and she understood! The pretty little girl felt an awful
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surging sensation in her belly when she realized that the woman had the man's
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thick cock in her mouth. She was going to suck all that messy goo when
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it shot out of him!!!
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She'd heard about women doing that for men. She'd seen the name scrawled
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on walls but somehow Betsy never really believed that it happened! In spite of
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the revulsion she felt, the little brunette's excitement didn't die away.It
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even grew stronger!! Betsy's legs were shaking as she rolled her hips harder
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and strained to see every obscene detail of what was happening. She could see
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the lady's pretty face in profile and watched as her ovaled lips slid up and
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down on the man's erect cock. In the dim light, she could see the prick glisten
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wetly as the lady nursed on it. The pretty little girl's heart was hammering in
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her chest and she was so close to her own climax that she didn't see the door
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open or hear the footsteps behind her, until it was way too late!!
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The man on the seat was groaning, his head fell back against the padded
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seat and he began to make frantic thrusts. He had one hand on top of the lady's
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head and held it down while he came. Betsy gasped and shook when she imagined
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all that white mess shooting in her own mouth and was about to have her own
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little orgasm when a voice breathed in her ear.
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"You shouldn't be playing around watching other people," the voice said
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quietly. "You're just lucky that I'm the one who caught you or you'd be fired
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before you even got started."
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The shocked little usherette whirled away from the wooden armrest. Her
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slender body was shrieking with protest and demanding that last few hard
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thrusts that it would take her to climax. Before her, the humiliated little
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girl saw the head usher, a tall, handsome boy named Rick. The look she saw in
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his snapping eyes sent a charge of excitement and fear through her.
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Rick paused and took a long look over Betsy's shoulder, then, grinning, he
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took hold of her arm and, pushing her ahead of him, started hurrying down the
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aisle toward the door that led backstage.
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The minute the door shut behind them, Rick began to laugh. He still held
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her by the arm as he led Betsy behind the tall screen and to a small alcove by
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the back wall.
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It was all so frightening and confusing! Betsy looked around her and
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shivered. The sound from the film was far away, the speakers were pointed in
|
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another direction, but the little girl could see the gigantic reverse images on
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the screen before them. Betsy stared in shock at what looked like a gigantic
|
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|
moving pillar before she realized that the image she saw, the image that was
|
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taller than she was, was a close up of a man's finger dialing a phone!! She
|
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didn't know why the head usher had brought her back here and she was worried
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beyond words!
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Rick stood by the wall and was talking into a phone extension that hung
|
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there. Betsy stood very still where he left her and looked around. The
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back wall jogged for some reason and formed a small semi-room. The surprised
|
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|
|
little girl saw a table, a couple of chairs and a cot covered with a bedspread
|
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in the space.
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Rick hung up the phone and flopped down on the cot. He was smiling at her
|
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|
as he motioned for her to come to him. "Hey, kid! Come over here and sit. I
|
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|
want to have a little talk to you."
|
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Betsy didn't want to go over there. Something about the way that Rick
|
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looked at her frightened Betsy, but the thought of getting fired on her first
|
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|
|
night on the job was even more frighten- ing, so she obeyed.
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Hesitantly, Betsy moved toward the slim head usher. He was so handsome and
|
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|
|
looked so good in his form-fitting uniform that Betsy felt awkward and awed.The
|
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|
|
ir fingers touched and the pretty little twelve-year-old shuddered. That funny,
|
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|
|
wiggling feeling flared back to life between her legs.
|
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|
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|
|
Pulling her down on the cot beside him, the handsome young man grinned at
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|
|
Betsy. "Was that the first time that you ever saw some chick giving a guy a
|
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|
|
blow job?"
|
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|
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|
|
Betsy was so embarrassed and shocked by Rick's blunt question that she had
|
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|
|
to hide her face in her hands.
|
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|
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|
|
Rick chuckled and Betsy was so shaken that she didn't react when he
|
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|
|
slipped his arm around her shoulders. "A pretty little chick like you shouldn't
|
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|
|
have to rub her cunt against a seat just to get off," Rick whispered. "At least
|
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|
|
not when there's someone like me around to take care of you."
|
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|
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|
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|
|
He didn't give Betsy a chance to protest. Rick knew exactly what to do and
|
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|
|
he did it with such ease that Betsy didn't know what was happening to her until
|
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|
|
she found herself lying flat on her back with the good looking head usher
|
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|
|
bending over her.
|
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|
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|
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|
|
He kissed her and this time, when she felt the pressure of his tongue, the
|
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|
|
trembling little girl knew what was expected of her. She opened her mouth and
|
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|
|
let his muscular, slippery tongue slip past her lips and search for her own. At
|
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|
|
the same time, the older boy's hands were moving over Betsy's hips and down her
|
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|
|
smooth, hairless thighs.
|
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|
|
|
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|
|
She was so surprised that she couldn't resist him. Rick's knowing hands
|
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|
|
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
|
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|
|
passing second, the inexperienced little girl became hotter and more eager.Shyl
|
|||
|
|
y, 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
|
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friends would say when they heard that she lost her job on the first night and
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worst of all, the lovely little girl felt the last of her resistance rip away
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when she imagined what it would be like to slip the fat crown of the handsome
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boy's cock in her mouth!!
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"Annnnggghhhh," Rick moaned when Betsy relaxed and allowed his hand to
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push her head down to meet the bloated crown of his prick and she was forced to
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give it a long, loving kiss!!
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The velvet flesh of Rick's glans slipped delightfully across the nerve
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endings of her lips. Betsy shuddered and kissed it again. She loved the
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feel of his penis and the idea made her tingle all over. This time, the excited
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little girl didn't hesitate. She mashed her full lips against the cock and even
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dared flick at it with the tip of her pink little tongue.
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Rick groaned and pulled her closer.
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Betsy knew what the boy wanted and, while her sweaty fist continued its
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rapid up and down stroke she opened her lips and sucked the mushroom-shaped
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head of the prick into her saliva filled mouth!
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"Aggghhh! Yeah!! Suck it. Gobble my cock, honey!" Rick's hips began to
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jerk and the thrilled twelve-year-old felt his iron- hard erection swell and
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then buck hard as the first hot stream of his cum shot out and clogged her
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small mouth! Betsy moaned with a twisted excitement. The thick liquid coated
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her teeth, clogged her throat and was threatening to squirt out of her tightly
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pursed lips, she had to swallow it or choke! The pretty child's throat muscles
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worked and then worked again and her churning belly was filled with his hot
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seed!
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The End of part 2, continuing in part 3...
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Subject: Usherette 03 of 13
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Warning: The following file contains adult material.
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If you are offended by such material, or if you are
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underage, or if it is illegal for to have such material
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discontinue file access immediately. The events
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and characters depicted in this material are fiction.
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Any parallels to people living or dead is purely
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coincidental.
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I did not write this. This is a story I have greatly
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appreciated. I hope you do too. -Jonboy
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Usherette Chapter 3
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As the bus came closer and closer to her stop, Betsy could feel her nerves
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crawling under her skin. The pretty little brunette stared out of the window
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and shook her head when she thought about the things that had happened to her
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during the day.
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"It wasn't bad enough for me to do that with Mr. Simpson," Betsy told
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herself. "We need the money and I guess there was some excuse, but when
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Rick..." Betsy shivered happily when she thought about the head usher. He was
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so strong and so exciting!
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Betsy's pointed tongue worked back and forth behind her teeth. She'd
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rinsed her mouth out when Rick let her go, but even with that she was sure that
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she could taste the yeasty tang of the boy's thick cum.
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"Whore! He called me that and that's what I am!" Betsy shook herself and
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pressed her lips together in a tight, hard line. "I'm not supposed to do things
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like that, much less like it! What would happen if Mom found out what I'm
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doing?"
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She felt ashamed and dirty thinking about her mother. Julia was such a
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good woman, so hard working and clean, Betsy was shamed when she thought about
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what she'd been doing. The little girl shifted uneasily, feeling a moist
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trickle of love juice leaking out of her plump pussy. That, and the ripples of
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dirty excitement that she felt, worried her. Could she tell? When Betsy got
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home, would her mother be able to look at her and know what she'd been doing?
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She was so wrapped up in her morbid thoughts that she almost missed her
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stop. Hurriedly, the little twelve-year-old jerked the bell cord and stepped
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off the bus. The pussy juice was still leaking out of her and made the hairless
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folds of her puffy little cunt rub and slip as they brushed together.
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It was almost midnight and Betsy was worried. She hadn't been able to call
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her mother and tell her how late she would be and she was worried that her
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mother would be angry and upset. The pretty little brunette had a whole
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mouthful of excuses ready when she stepped through the door, but the second
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that she saw the glowing smile on her mother's pretty face and the man sitting
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on the couch, she realized that she wouldn't need them.
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"Are you all right, darling? I was so worried, but I hoped that you were
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working. Did you get the job?"
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Betsy heard the words, but realized with a pang that her mother wasn't
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really worried. The man leaning back on the couch, looking at her, had kept her
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busy.
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"Yes, Betsy bubbled happily. "I got the job and I can make a lot of money.
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Mr. Simpson, he's the manager, says..." Her happy words were stilled as her
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mother shook her head in mock anger.
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"Ohhhh, no, it's late! You slip off to bed right now, young lady! You can
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tell me all about your lovely job in the morning!!" Julia caught her by the arm
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and only paused long enough to perform a quick introduction before she steered
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the surprised little brunette out of the room. "Dave, this little waif is my
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daughter, Betsy. Betsy, this is Mr. Henry. He works in my office. Say
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goodnight and slip off to bed, baby."
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Before she realized what was happening to her, Betsy was in her room with
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her mother standing at the door. Julia had a serious look on her face.
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"Now, go to sleep, baby. I'll shut the connecting door. See you in the
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morning."
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Betsy was shocked. She stared at the closed door to her room and shook her
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head in wonder. It was obvious that her mother wanted to be alone with that
|
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man. For the first time in her life, the little girl realized that her mother
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was a human, that she got lonely - and that she needed sex!!
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Betsy was shaken. She knew that a part of her childhood was dead, that
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reality had pushed in and destroyed something very fragile and steadying in her
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life.
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She was tired. Pushing her thoughts aside, Betsy hurriedly stripped out of
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her clothes and into her nightgown. The pretty little girl refused to think
|
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about what was happening to her and around her. She snapped off the lamp beside
|
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her bed and felt the sleep creeping in on her before her small head hit the
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pillow.
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Something, a sound, a feeling woke her up! Betsy found herself sitting
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upright in her bed, staring around her darkened bedroom. The little girl's
|
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heart was beating hard and her breath was coming in short, panicky bursts. At
|
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last, Betsy realized that there was nothing threatening in the room and began
|
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to relax. The little girl was ready to laugh at her fears and go back to sleep
|
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when she heard a low, wavering moan of pain and pleasure!
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The little brunette felt her nerves jump under her skin and the hairs on
|
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|
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the back of her neck lift. Betsy jumped out of bed and headed for her door.
|
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That moan wasn't a dream. It was real. And it was coming from her mother's
|
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bedroom!
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Betsy didn't know what to expect. She could not imagine what would make
|
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Julia moan and whimper the way she was. The little girl was frightened and
|
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nervous as she crept down the darkened hallway that led to her mother's
|
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bedroom. With each step she took, the little girl could hear her mother
|
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groaning and whispering to someone.
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"Awwwwgh, God! Oh, baby, I...you can't know! Ohhh, honey, it's been so
|
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|
|
long!" She recognized the sound in her mother's voice and Betsy was tempted to
|
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|
|
turn around and run back to her room. But the memory of that lady in the
|
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|
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audience taunted Betsy and called to her. The little girl felt a sweet stirring
|
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|
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between her slender thighs and knew that she couldn't stop. She had to know,
|
|||
|
|
had to see what her mother was doing!
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The door to the bedroom was partly open, and Betsy found that she could
|
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see into Julia's room by pressing her eye against the crack by the hinges. The
|
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|
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lamp over her mother's bed was on and it bathed the room in a muted, pink
|
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|
|
light. Betsy felt her knees shake with excitement when she saw her mother,
|
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|
|
lying spread-eagled on the bed. Mr. Henry was kneeling over her and they were
|
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|
|
both naked!
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The pretty twelve-year-old shuddered and slowly sank to her knees as she
|
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|
|
watched the big man work a stiff forefinger in and out of her mother's dark,
|
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|
|
hairy sex. Each time that the finger sank home, Julia would groan or gasp and
|
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|
|
shake her naked bottom. At the same time that Dave Henry used his finger to
|
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|
|
rouse and torment her, the lovely woman's clenched fist jerked and pulled on
|
|||
|
|
his huge, swollen cock!
|
|||
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|
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|
|
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
|
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|
|
her fingers.
|
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|
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|
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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
|
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|
|
mound.
|
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|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
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|
|
"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!"
|
|||
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|
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|
|
"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,
|
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|
|
now it's your turn."
|
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|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
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|
|
Dave pulled his finger out of Betsy's mother's cunt and Julia moaned as
|
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|
|
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.
|
|||
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|
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|
|
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.
|
|||
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|
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|
|
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!"
|
|||
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|
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|
|
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.
|
|||
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|
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|
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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!
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
"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.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
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.
|
|||
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|
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|
|
"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!"
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
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.
|
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|
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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.
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
"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?"
|
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|
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|
|
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
|
|||
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|
man.
|
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|
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|
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.
|
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|
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|
|
"Do you really need it? Do you want my cock inside of you, baby?" Julia's
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
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|
|
"Roll over, honey. I'll take care of you. I'll fuck you until you'll think
|
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|
|
that you're dying!"
|
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|
|||
|
|
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.
|
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|
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|
|
"You got it right," Dave chuckled as he moved in behind Julia. "I know
|
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|
|
that somewhere, sometime, some smart stud had his hands on you and taught you
|
|||
|
|
the way to take care of a man!"
|
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|
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|
|
Julia moaned and shook her bottom, making the fleshy cheeks of her ass
|
|||
|
|
quiver and tremble as she offered herself up to him.
|
|||
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|
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|
|
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!
|
|||
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|
|||
|
|
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.
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force his big rammer into the wrong place. Betsy knew about sodomy, she knew
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that people sometimes used the wrong place to make love, but she'd always hated
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and feared the idea before. But, when Betsy saw the thick, discolored head of
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Dave Henry's big dong move between her mother's buttocks, she was shocked to
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feel a sharp, twisting sensation in her own puckered anal opening.
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Julia knelt at an angle and Betsy could see every move of the hard cock as
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it pressed closer to her trembling mother's bottom. Julia moaned and her little
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daughter sighed with relief when the big prick skidded over the pink rosette of
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her anus and bulled its way between the hair-fringed lips of her sex.
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"Annngghh," Julia groaned when the saliva-coated shaft of Dave's cock
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followed the enlarged head of his cock into her love groove. "Go slow, darling,
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oooo, it feels so big! Go slow. Don't hurt me with your big, fat cock!" The
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words meant one thing, but Betsy could hear something else in the tone of her
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mother's voice. It was as if Julia wanted him to hurt her, wanted Mr. Henry to
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split her in half with his huge cock and was giving him the needed invitation
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to do it!
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"Ahhh, it feels big. You like it big, don't you, Julia? You want me to
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fill this tight little cunt of yours with meat, don't you?"
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There was a mean, thin-lipped smile on the handsome man's face. Betsy saw
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Dave's fingers sink into the soft flesh of her mother's waist and pull her back
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to meet the hard bulk of his big spear.
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"Oooowwaaaahhh!" Julia's shapely body vibrated.
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Betsy shuddered as the thick inches of the man's prick were forced into
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her mother's body and she felt her own hard little clitoris swell until it
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hurt. "Unnngghh," Julia moaned. "You're tearing me! Ohhh, God, annnggghh!"
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Julia's head fell, her hair covered her face as she began to slowly shake
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it back and forth. Betsy moaned softly and pressed even harder at the thin
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barrier that kept her finger out of the moist, twisting pit of her own virginal
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love slot. The lovely little girl felt her flesh crawl as she inched even
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closer to the door and watched her mother's large, firm breasts swing and slap
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against each other. Betsy was especially drawn to the long, thick fingers of
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her mother's nipples as they stood out dark and swollen from the smooth curves
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of her breasts. For a reason that she didn't understand, Betsy wished that she
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was in the room with them. And what was worse and more disturbing, she wished
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that she was lying beneath those swaying globes and could take them in her pink
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mouth and suck and suck on them like she used to do when she was a baby!
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Dave grunted and moaned. He thrust and slammed himself at Julia and the
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sound of his lean belly slapping against her mother's fleshy ass cheeks excited
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Betsy. The lovely little brunette groaned softly and wiggled her finger in the
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wet, slippery mouth of her pussy. Her sore little clit burned and stung, but
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the pleasure that she felt was so much stronger than the pain that she didn't
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consider stopping.
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"Shake your ass, woman," Dave snarled as he drove himself into Julia's
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stretched cunt. "Roll you hips and make your pussy eat my cock!"
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Betsy was shocked that he would talk to her mother like that, she was even
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more shocked when she realized that Julia liked it and did as she was told!
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Apparently, the suffering woman didn't move fast enough to please him. Mr.
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Henry grinned as he brought the broad flat of his palm down on her white
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bottom. He was spanking her! "I said, shake it! Come on, don't yell! You'll
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wake your kid and you wouldn't want her to see you getting stuffed like this,
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would you?" Julia squealed and shook, red finger marks appeared on her ass and
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she frantically began to shake. As she did, her climax caught her and she
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wailed and cried.
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"Aaaaiieeee! Oooo, cum! Please, Dave, cum in my pussy, fill me up!" Betsy
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began to tremble, her own small body took on a glow and she had to bite down
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hard on her knuckle to keep from screaming out loud as she had an orgasm, too!
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"Oooo, Mama, how could you? How...aaaaiiieeee!!!" A trickle of juice wet
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her fingers and the shaking little girl didn't know if it was love juice or
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pee, or both. All she knew was that it was lovely to wiggle and twist as she
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dreamed of a cock of her very own!
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The End of part 3, continuing in part 4...
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From ddail@efn.org Wed Jun 26 15:17:11 1996
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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From: jonboy@anonimous.net (Jonboy)
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Subject: Usherette 04 of 13
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Message-ID: <6187cc$1028a.1f@news.thepoint.net>
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Path: 128.230.2.153!newstand.syr.edu!newsstand.cit.cornell.edu!news.acsu.buffalo.edu!news.drenet.dnd.ca!crc-news.doc.ca!nott!torn!newsfeed.internetmci.com!in1.uu.net!news.thepoint.net!not-for-mail
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Warning: The following file contains adult material.
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Usherette Chapter 4
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Betsy slowly shook her head and hugged herself as she stepped down from
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her bus and stood on the street corner. She needed a few minutes to gather her
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thoughts. Betsy felt like her whole world had turned upside down and she was
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lost. There were no familiar bases to touch, any more.
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It had been so hard to talk to Julia this morning. Betsy felt like crying
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when she remembered how she'd stared at her mother as if she'd never seen her
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before in her life. "Well, that's the way it is, isn't it? I've never seen her
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do things like that before. I never even thought that she knew about things
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like that!"
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The pretty twelve-year-old felt a dull resentment inside her when she
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thought about Julia. She felt cheated and lied to, as if her mother had been
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playing a game with her all these years. Betsy knew that Julia was only human,
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but when she thought about her mother, all she could see was her twisted face
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and hear again the guttural groans and snorts of delight that she made when Mr.
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Henry's big prick slid in and out of her!
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Betsy was tense and uneasy. She could feel that silky, twisting feeling in
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her belly. It never seemed to go away any more. It was with her all the
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time and only became stronger when she thought about the dirty things that
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she'd done and seen in the past two days.
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Betsy wanted to turn right around and go home. She didn't want to go in
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early and help Mr. Simpson get the house ready for the Saturday early show, but
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she couldn't go home. "Ohhh, darling, this is wonderful! I never dreamed that
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you could make that much money on a job at the movie!" Betsy grimaced when she
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remembered how her mother had hugged her and kissed her, kissed her with the
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same lips that she used to suck Dave Henry's prick! "Thank you! This is going
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to help so much. Maybe now we can do some of the things that we want to
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do. You're great, Bets!"
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There was no going home. There was no being a happy, silly little girl
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again. Somehow she'd stepped over an invisible line and she could never get
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back.
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Looking up, Betsy saw the big clock on the jewelry shop and realized that
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she would be late if she didn't hurry. The pretty little brunette forced her
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fears and her doubts out of her mind and began to scurry down the sidewalk
|
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toward the Majestic. Mr. Simpson had promised her extra money if she would
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come in early today and help and extra money was the only thing on her mind
|
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when she slipped in the back door of the theater.
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Newton Simpson sat on one of the large couches in the lobby. When he saw
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Betsy, the theater manager checked his watch and nodded his head. "Right on
|
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time. I like that, Betsy."
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The little girl looked down. She just couldn't bring herself to look the
|
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man in the eye. From the first second that she came in she felt that twisting
|
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sensation grow stronger than ever and no matter what she did, she found herself
|
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thinking bout his big penis!
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"What should I do first, Mr. Simpson?" Betsy asked in a faint voice.The
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handsome theater manager chuckled and looked around him. At first, Betsy didn't
|
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understand. Then, when she followed his gaze, she began to catch his meaning.
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The candy counter was stocked and ready to go, the carpets had been vacuumed,
|
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and without having to look, she knew that the auditorium would be clean and
|
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ready.
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"I...I thought that I was supposed to come in and help you this morning,"
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Betsy stammered. "Did I make a mistake?"
|
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Newton Simpson was smiling as he stood up. The slender little girl watched
|
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the man coming closer to her and was ashamed when she realized that her knees
|
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were shaking.
|
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"no, you didn't make a mistake, honey," the man said quietly as he slipped
|
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his hand under Betsy's thick, long hair and caressed her slender arched neck.
|
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"I wanted you to come early for another reason."
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Betsy shivered and couldn't resist the sudden impulse to move closer to
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Mr. Simpson.
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"I wanted to be alone with you so that we could get to know each other
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better and to have some time to tell you about some other ways that I have for
|
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you to make extra money. A lot of extra money."
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The plump, down-covered lips of her small pussy grew hot and firm and
|
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Betsy could feel them swell apart, letting a few drops of her slick lube leak
|
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out of her and wet the form-fitting crotch of her panties. The twelve-year-old
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knew full well what he meant when he said he wanted to "know each other better"
|
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and she was interest- ed.
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They didn't speak as they walked up the stairs that led to Newton's
|
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office. The man kept his arm around the little girl's shoulders and their legs
|
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brushed and touched as they walked. From time to time, Betsy peeked sideways at
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the front of Mr. Simpson's slacks and the large, growing bulge that she saw
|
|||
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there made her feel all soft and melty inside.
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Other than holding her close to him, Mr. Simpson made no other move to
|
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touch Betsy until they were safely inside of his office and his door was locked
|
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tight. Newton turned and found Betsy standing in the middle of the room staring
|
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at him with her large dark eyes.
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Mr. Simpson took her by the hand and led Betsy to a couch and they sat.
|
|||
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The man was confident and took his time, one arm slipped behind his shoulders
|
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and his free hand casually dropped down on Betsy's bare knee. To distract her,
|
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Newton began to speak softly in her ear.
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"Did you think about what we did yesterday?" He didn't give Betsy a chance
|
|||
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to answer before he went on. "I'll bet you did. I'll bet that it still makes
|
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you feel wet and funny when you remember how good it felt when I put my fingers
|
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in you."
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His hand had crept up her bare thigh. The little girl watched it. The
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strange, sideways way that it moved reminded her of a big, warm spider. The
|
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twelve-year-old child trembled when the hand slipped out of view under her
|
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short skirt, but she didn't say a word. She didn't make a move to pull away
|
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from him. When Newton's hand pressed in between her thighs, Betsy sighed and
|
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obediently spread them, opening the way for him to press against the fat
|
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outline of her moist little cunt.
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"I've been thinking about you," the theater manager sighed as he cupped
|
|||
|
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her mound and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It makes me feel good when I remember
|
|||
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how nice it felt to have you play with my prick."
|
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She couldn't help it. Betsy was already staring at the big outline of his
|
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cock as it strained against his fly and when he began to talk about it, her
|
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small hands darted out and pressed against it!
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"I knew it! I knew that you were just the girl I've been looking for
|
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around here," Newton sighed happily. "If you'll just do what I say you can have
|
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|
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a lot of fun and make good money, too. You can work a few mornings a week when
|
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our Film Club meets and after that...well, I'll tell you about that when you're
|
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ready for it."
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It was so nice. Betsy wiggled happily and spread her slim, childish legs
|
|||
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farther apart. Her fingers pressed and explored the bulge of Newton's big dong
|
|||
|
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all the way from his heavy balls to the mushroom-shaped head. She liked this,
|
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all she had to do was relax and respond to the knowing touch of Mr. Simpson's
|
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hands. Each time that he touched her, it made Betsy feel even better and the
|
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pleasure blotted out her worries and those awful thoughts she had about her
|
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mother.
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Slowly, Newton's hand crept up over her tummy, Betsy sighed and wiggled,
|
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she liked his touch, liked to grind the firm cheeks of her bottom against the
|
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couch. The waistband of her panties was hooked and he began to pull them down.T
|
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he silky material brushed against her flesh and Betsy lifted her wiggling
|
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bottom off of the seat long enough for him to peel her panties down to her
|
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knees.
|
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A thick finger slowly, gently pressed into the tight throat of her baby
|
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pussy, making Betsy gasp and jerk her pelvis high so that he had more room. "Do
|
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|
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you like that, baby? Does it make you feel good when I play with you?"
|
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|
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"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
|
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goooood!"
|
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|
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|
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Newton chuckled softly and pulled Betsy toward him for a second. The
|
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|
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trembling little girl felt the zipper at the back of her top being pulled down
|
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and moaned when the tips of his fingers brushed down the length of her naked
|
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|
|
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.
|
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That's why I had you come in early, so that we could take all the time we need
|
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to make you feel extra good!"
|
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Betsy felt shy when the man stared at the small mounds of her budding
|
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breasts but the shyness faded when he gently pressed against them with his hand
|
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and tweaked each pointed little pink nub.
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Next came the skirt. Mr. Simpson lifted her up on his lap, unzipped her
|
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short skirt, pulling it down as he lifted her. Betsy shivered, all she wore
|
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were her long, shin-high white socks and black shiny shoes.
|
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"You're pretty," Newton breathed as he stroked the naked little girl. "I
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like pretty girls like you." He dipped his head and caught one of Betsy's firm
|
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little tits in her mouth.
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The little brunette shuddered and sighed happily when the man sucked the
|
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whole of her tiny breast into his mouth, using his wet tongue to lash back and
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forth over the nipple.
|
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At the same time that he sucked and kissed each apple-sized breast, Mr.
|
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Simpson's other hand was working between her legs. Betsy spread them wide,
|
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lifting one thigh and letting her other leg dangle down over his knee and point
|
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at the floor. The pretty twelve-year-old shuddered and began to make a
|
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thrusting, jerking motion with her pelvis as a knowing finger twirled and
|
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flexed in her and opened her, smearing her slippery lube over her legs and
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tummy.
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Betsy could feel Newton's big stalk pressing up against her tingling
|
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bottom and all she could think about was the way that her mother had groaned
|
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and shuddered when Mr. Henry pushed his big thing into her. Could she stand it?
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Did she dare let Mr. Simpson do a thing like that to her?
|
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It wasn't really up to Betsy. The handsome theater manager had a plan of
|
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|
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his own and there was no way that the little girl could resist him, even if she
|
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wanted to.
|
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"Wait a second, honey," Mr. Simpson finally muttered as he lifted the
|
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naked girl off of his lap and sat her beside him. Newton leaned forward and
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jerked off his jacket then undid his tie and his white shirt. In seconds, the
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startled little girl found herself staring at the man's tight, fully filled
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shorts. They were all that he wore, the only thing that kept the warm flesh of
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his body away from hers.
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Betsy trembled, she'd never been naked with anyone, not even Dickie and
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she was frightened. But fright alone wasn't enough to kill the rising
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desire and excitement that ran through her and the slim little girl reached out
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and unsnapped the man's shorts, freeing his heavy, erect cock!
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"Does it make you feel good to squeeze my cock? Do you like to play with
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it and make me cum for you?"
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Mr. Simpson's dirty question rattled and echoed in Betsy's head, but the
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little girl didn't really mind, she was concentrating on the thick, heavily
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veined shaft of his penis, watching the way that his silky flesh rippled and
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moved away from her knuckles when she ran her hand up and down its thrilling
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length.
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Newton pulled her forward, his big hand slid down over Betsy's naked back
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until he could press his fingers in between her buttocks and hook her tight
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little cunt from the rear. The little brunette moaned, it felt so good!
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Betsy found herself drawn forward until she lay almost face down across
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the naked man's middle. She'd managed to keep her grip on this pulsating staff
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and was happily frigging it as he aroused her from the rear. The head of the
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big cock was rubbing against her chin and her cheek, and her thoughts crept
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back to Rick and the way that his skinny prick fit into her untrained mouth so
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that when she felt the pressure of Mr. Simpson's hand against the back of her
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head, she knew just what was expected of her.
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A violent trembling fit hit her. Betsy moaned softly when Mr. Simpson
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twirled his big finger in her bubbling little cunt in an effort to encourage
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her. The little girl wiggled and bent her head, letting her pouting lips brush
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hard against the slick, lube- coated glans of the cock that she held in her
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fist. Newton Simpson groaned and pressed his finger deeper into her naked cunt.
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"You know about that, eh? Who taught you to suck cock, honey? Who took a
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pretty little baby like you and taught him how to give him a blow job?"
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Betsy didn't want to answer, she didn't dare. There was only one way that
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the lovely child could think of to keep from answer- ing.
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Before the groaning theater manager could force her to talk to him, Betsy
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formed a tight oval with her soft lips and pressed that elastic oval down over
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the hot, pulpy head of his upthrust cock! Mr. Simpson gasped, his hips lifted,
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catching Betsy by surprise and jamming almost half of his throbbing prick into
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her mouth. The naked child coughed and bucked when she felt her throat blocked
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and realized she couldn't breathe. But before she could panic, Newton pulled
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Betsy's head up and taught her how to hold just the head of his bloated cock
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and its steel-hard shoulders in her mouth.
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"Ummmm, that's good, kid," the handsome manager sighed as he used his
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hands to guide the little girl's head up and down in his lap. "Work your tongue
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around the underside...ohh, yes! Press right here....hummmmm."
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She liked it. Rick had been rougher with her and she'd been frightened but
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Newton was gentle and his moans and groans of pleasure excited her and made her
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proud that she could please him. The lovely child groaned and mumbled, her
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naked body wiggled and pressed against the man's and she loved the way that his
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hairy thighs scratched and rubbed against the swollen and well-sucked nipples
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of her budding breasts.
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Mr. Simpson's big hand was still between her thighs and the little girl
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shook with delight when he inserted another finger in her stretched pussy then
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used his grip to gently lift her and force her to pull her knees up under her a
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little so that she could elevate her shaking bottom.
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He'd managed to press the two fingers so deep in her tight love channel
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that they were stretching her hymen and she wished that it would break so she
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could feel them deep inside her. A slick drool of love juice was flowing out of
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her and the excited little girl whimpered with pleasure when Newton wet his
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thumb in it and began to press hard against the exposed pucker of her pink
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little anus.
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Betsy snorted and groaned as the lubricated probe popped past her tight
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little sphincter muscle and entered her ass. There was pain, but it wasn't
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much. Not nearly so powerful as the strange, different sort of pleasure that
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she felt as the thick thumb pushed deeper and deeper.
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The naked little girl's head bobbed faster and faster, a thick mixture of
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her saliva and his lube escaped her pursed lips and ran down the shaft of
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Newton's big cock. The handsome man groaned and continued to use his free hand
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to guide her and teach her the delicious art of cock sucking.
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Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled the gasping little
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girl's mouth away from his throbbing erection and pulled her up onto his lap.
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Betsy moaned when the three fingers were pulled out of her bottom and the
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thick, satisfying head of the man's prick was jerked away from her lips but she
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didn't have any time to protest as he lifted her and forced her down on his
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lap. Betsy sat facing Mr. Simpson, her slim thighs spread wide on either side
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of his own.
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"Oggghhh, you almost made me cum, honey," Newton moaned as he pulled the
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startled little girl forward and kissed her, jamming his tongue deep into her
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mouth as he did.
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A wild sense of excitement was rumbling inside her, Betsy's naked body was
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jerking and screaming for the release she'd been cheated of. The pretty little
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brunette could feel his hard, slick penis pressing against the fat lips of her
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pussy and she found that by rocking her hips she could make the shaft rub
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against her hairless lips and mash hard against her hard, protruding clitoris.
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Mr. Simpson's big hands slipped under her and cupped Betsy's trim little
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bottom. The naked girl sighed as his fingers squeezed and mauled her bouncy
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cheeks. But when he began to lift her, the little usherette began to tremble
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with a mixture of fear and desire.
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"I'm going to put it in you, Betsy," Mr. Simpson breathed in her ear. "Are
|
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you afraid?"
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Betsy moaned and hugged the handsome man tightly. She could feel his hard
|
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prick dragging across the velvet-smooth flesh of her inner thighs, leaving a
|
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wet, slick trail of lube as it blindly sought the small opening of her virgin
|
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cunt.
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"Yessss," the lovely little girl admitted. "Is it going to hurt me?" The
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man chuckled a little and hugged her in return before he answered.
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"A little, baby, just a little at first, but afterward...ohhh, after that
|
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it's going to be so good that you'll flip!"
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She was still afraid, but an image of her mother popped into the excited
|
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little girl's head. Betsy could remember the look of longing on Julia's face, a
|
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look that changed to joy and pleasure when that man finally rammed his big
|
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|
|
thing into her. Betsy knew that she had to have it, somewhere inside her there
|
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|
|
was a longing, a need to feel it and no amount of fear or pain could stop her!
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She didn't need to say a word, Betsy simply rolled her hips forward and
|
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pressed the swollen lips of her wet little love groove against the head of Mr.
|
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|
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Simpson's big dong. The man gasped and groaned as the soft mouth of her baby
|
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|
|
cunt kissed his cock head.
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|
"That's my baby," Mr. Simpson moaned softly. He pushed her back a little
|
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|
|
and Betsy could watch as he used one hand to center the head of his big cock
|
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|
|
under her puffy vulva. "Now go slow. Sit down on it a little at a time, honey.
|
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|
|
I don't want to hurt you, I want you to love this!"
|
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|
|
Her insides had melted and drained away. Betsy felt light- headed and
|
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|
|
giddy as she did as she was told and lowered her trebling, naked body onto the
|
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|
|
cock. She could see everything and it added an extra sense of pleasure for the
|
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|
|
little girl to be able to see the purplish head of the penis spread the pink
|
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|
|
and white lips of her cunt apart and disappear into her tight little cunt.
|
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|
|
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
|
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|
|
going to happen to her, he was going to put part of his body inside of hers!
|
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|
A wave of panic and fear shook her and the naked little girl whimpered as
|
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|
|
she tried to pull herself off of the spear of flesh that was inching its way
|
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|
|
into her flat little belly.
|
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|
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|
|
"Shhh, it's going to be all right, honey," Mr. Simpson whispered in her
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
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|
|
She tried, she really did, but the feel of the hard staff stretching and
|
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|
|
opening her set off alarm bells in Betsy's mind and she had to force the
|
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|
|
muscles of her belly and the muscles between her splayed thighs to unlock.
|
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|
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|
|
Newton's fingers tightened under her and pulled the pert, high riding
|
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|
|
cheeks of the child's bottom apart, helping make room for his hairy dong as it
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
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|
|
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
|
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|
|
of her.
|
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|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
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|
|
"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.
|
|||
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|
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|
|
"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!!
|
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|
|
"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
|
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|
|
pleasure and in minutes he had Betsy twisting and rolling her hips and bouncing
|
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|
|
up and down on his hard, hot prick.
|
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|
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"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
|
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|
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tongue into her mouth, the greedy little rascal sucked and pulled around his
|
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|
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blood hot rammer.
|
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"Oggghhhh ... do it like that again!" Betsy's eyes and popped open and she
|
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|
|
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
|
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|
|
back on his cock, taking all of it in one long plunge!! "Oh ... Ohhhh!!! It's
|
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|
|
going to ... ohhhh ... aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!"
|
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She was cumming!
|
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Betsy called out, her small hands clenched and dug her nails into Newton's
|
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|
|
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.
|
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"Awwwgggghhh ... I'm cumming too, honey!" Betsy gasped then moaned when
|
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|
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she felt a hot gush of cum fill her and soak her stinging little cunt with a
|
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|
|
thick coat of slick semen and all she could do was squeal and work faster as
|
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|
|
she tried to pump all of his hot load into herself. She knew it, she was
|
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|
|
even farther over that line of childhood and it was certain that she could
|
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|
|
never get back. She wasn't even sure she wanted to!
|
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"Ooooooo, harder!" The lovely little brunette cooed in the panting man's
|
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|
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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
|
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|
it hard and stuffed deep inside of her.
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The End of part 4, continuing in part 5...
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Warning: The following file contains adult material.
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If you are offended by such material, or if you are
|
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|
|
underage, or if it is illegal for to have such material
|
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discontinue file access immediately. The events
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and characters depicted in this material are fiction.
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Any parallels to people living or dead is purely
|
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coincidental.
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I did not write this. This is a story I have greatly
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appreciated. I hope you do too. -Jonboy
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Usherette Chapter 8
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"Don't work her tonight. Let her rest up a day and then start in on her
|
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|
|
again." Mr. Baker's words still rang and echoed in her ears. Betsy sat slumped
|
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|
|
on a stool in the dressing room and shook her head as she remembered what she'd
|
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|
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heard as she lay sprawled on the desk. "You know what I want, Newt. That little
|
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sugar cunt can be worth big dollars to us. I want her broken in and on the
|
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string by the end of the month!"
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They talked about her as if they owned her. Betsy tried to be angry about
|
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|
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that but she was too tired and beaten down to manage. "On the string," she
|
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|
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wasn't certain what that meant but she was sure that it wouldn't be a good
|
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thing for her!
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The pretty little girl looked around the empty dressing room. Kathy had
|
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already changed and left. Betsy frowned and felt a sick little tingle between
|
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her thighs when she thought about the redheaded usherette. Kathy hadn't said a
|
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|
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word to her when they got back to the dressing room. She hadn't even looked at
|
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Betsy before she dressed and hurried out. As she slipped into her dress, the
|
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little girl found herself thinking about Kathy. And the more she thought the
|
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more confused and unsettled Betsy felt.
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It's no secret, she takes those men back there for money, Betsy told
|
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herself The little twelve-year-old knew that was wrong and that she should not
|
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|
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like the older girl. But whenever she thought about Kathy, Betsy remembered how
|
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pretty and nice she looked with Mr. Simpson. How her firm young breasts jiggled
|
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and bounced when she knelt before him and let him put his big prick in her...
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her ass!!!
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Suddenly Betsy realized that she was getting excited again. Images of
|
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|
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Kathy were mingling with images of Grace Borden until she wasn't sure which was
|
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|
|
which! Did she want to do that with Kathy too? Betsy imagined slipping to her
|
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|
|
knees and kissing Kathy's red pubic curls, imagined worming her tongue into
|
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Kathy's cunny and tasting her love juice!
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No! I have to stop thinking about things like that! I have to stop this. I
|
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|
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don't care what I promised Mr. Baker, I have to get out of here! A sudden wave
|
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|
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of panic swept over her and the little girl only paused long enough to sweep up
|
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|
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her purse before she darted out of the dressing room and down the stairs of the
|
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|
|
deserted theater!!
|
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When she burst out the back door of the Majestic, the brilliant sunlight
|
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|
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blinded Betsy for a moment. The pretty girl stood in the alley and tried to
|
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shade her dazzled eyes with her hand. She was so preoccupied that she didn't
|
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see the big, balding man step out of a car where he'd been sitting and move up
|
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behind her!
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There was no warning. Betsy felt a strong hand on her arm and before she
|
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|
could utter a sound at thick, emotional voice spoke in her ear!
|
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"Shut up you little whore! Don't you make a sound or I'll break your arm!"
|
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He shook her and Betsy desperately nodded her head. She was too terrified to
|
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resist in any way.
|
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"Get in the car," the man beside her ordered. When Betsy didn't move fast
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enough, he used his free hand to swat her hard across the bottom! The
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frightened little girl's fingers fumbled with the handle, but before he could
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spank her again she had it open and could scramble inside.
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She was terrified. The trembling twelve-year-old didn't dare try to slip
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away when the big man shut her door and walked around to the driver's side to
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get in. All she could do was huddle helplessly on the seat and peek at the
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grim-faced man out of the corner of her eye.
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The man was almost totally bald. Only a short cut fringe of stubble showed
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around the back of his head. His face was large and meaty, the nose and the
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lips thick and scary looking.
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Her abductor didn't say a word as he started the car and pulled it out of
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the alley and into the afternoon traffic.
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Betsy sat perfectly still, she wished that she could see someone she knew,
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but she wasn't sure what she could do if she did.
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The big man didn't speak until they pulled out of the town and headed down
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a country road that led to the river. Then he turned his head and his dull gray
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eyes seemed to bore into her as he spoke.
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"I saw you this morning...you may look like a pretty little girl but I
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know that you're a whore, just like that redhead!!"
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Betsy didn't know how to react, she simply sat there and stared in
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amazement at the man.
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"I was the one," the bald man said. When Betsy made no response he got
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angrier and reached out to slap at her bare knee. "I was the one behind you. I
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played with that tight little ass of yours when you sucked that kid off!!"
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A wave of fear and horror washed over her and for a second Betsy
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considered jumping out of the moving car. But the man was one step ahead of
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her. He caught her by the wrist and roughly jerked her across the seat until
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she sat close to him.
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Memories of those strange moments in the darkened theater haunted the
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frightened little girl. She remembered the shadow behind her and how good he'd
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made her feel. But in the theater was one thing. To be alone with him now was
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something else completely!
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They were driving through the dark green of the trees by the river when
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the man pulled a hard left turn and pulled behind a large, leafy stand of
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trees. Looking around them, Betsy saw that there were no houses near and that
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anyone passing on the road wouldn't be able to see them and she became more
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frightened than ever!
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"What do you... Why did you make me come out here?" The trembling little
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girl asked with a quaver in her voice. "I... I didn't do anything to you. Are
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you going to hurt me?"
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The bald man made a growling sound in his throat, but he didn't look at
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her. He sat very still staring at his hands as they gripped his steering wheel.
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His silence frightened Betsy as much as his violent talk.
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At last the man let go of the wheel and turned to her.
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Betsy saw a wild, unreasoning light gleaming in the man's eyes.
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"All my life! All my life, dirty, seducing little girls have been around
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me! I try not to see you, I try not to go to see those dirty movies, but I
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can't stop it!" The big man's lips moved again but no sound came out.
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His eyes had dropped away from hers and Betsy was sure that she could feel
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them crawling over her exposed legs and the rest of her tender body.
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"I wasn't trying to... I mean it was a mistake... I don't do things like
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that all the time. I was just..." There was no way for her to finish her
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sentence. Betsy couldn't think of the words to explain what he'd seen, much
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less the way that she'd reacted when he touched her in the dark like that.
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"What...what are you going to do to me?"
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For the first time the man smiled and at the same time he reached out and
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put an arm around Betsy's shaking shoulders. "I should kill you," the man
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whispered in her ear. "But I won't! I'm weak and I want to... touch you and...
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|
do things."
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His voice had softened and so had his expression and, for the first time
|
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|
since he'd grabbed her in the alley, Betsy began to relax and catch a hold of
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the fear that was raging and ringing inside of her.
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'I... You didn't have to be so rough," the litlle girl whispered, doing
|
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|
her best to soothe the big man. "I might have... come with you if you'd asked
|
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|
me, nice." Betsy saw the doubt in the big man's eyes and she hurried on.
|
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|
"What's your name? I'd really like to know."
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|
The hulking man smiled at her, then nodded his head as he patted her on
|
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|
the knee. "My name is Rufus, Rufus Bailey...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare
|
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|
you but when I meet a pretty girl like you, one who... does things, I get all
|
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|
|
confused and..." He couldn't finish either, the big man shrugged helplessly and
|
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|
|
smiled at Betsy again.
|
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|
The slim little girl returned the smile. She wasn't relaxed or calm yet
|
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|
|
but her panic had died and the wild, unreasoning fear that she'd experienced
|
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|
|
was fading rapidly. The pretty little girl boldly looked the big man up and
|
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|
|
down and what she saw was exciting, in a scary sort of way.
|
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|
Rufus was big, but he wasn't fat. Each time that he moved, Betsy could see
|
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|
|
his large, bulky muscles move and flex under his thin shirt and wash softened
|
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|
|
jeans. He worked and, from the looks of his muscles and the deep tan that he
|
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|
|
wore, the little girl guessed that he worked outside.
|
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|
She wasn't sure why she did it but there was something about the lost,
|
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|
|
confused way that Rufus talked that appealed to Betsy. Boldly she reached out
|
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|
|
and pressed her small hand against his bulging bicep.
|
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|
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|
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|
|
"I know how you feel," the pretty little girl whispered. "Sometimes I get
|
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|
|
all confused about... things like that too." She hadn't meant to do it, but as
|
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|
|
she whispered to the big man Betsy's eyes had dropped from his face, to the fly
|
|||
|
|
of his jeans. When she saw his prick stir and jump under the near white denim,
|
|||
|
|
a lovely, hot tingling sensation flamed back to life between her slender
|
|||
|
|
thighs!
|
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|
|
|
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|
|
"I... wouldn't have hurt you..." Rufus Bailey mumbled. He had his large
|
|||
|
|
head down and Betsy couldn't see his face. But somehow the little girl knew
|
|||
|
|
instinctively that he would have if she'd fought him. "It's just that you're
|
|||
|
|
so... pretty and make me feel... nice!"
|
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|
|
|
|||
|
|
He was getting a hard-on.
|
|||
|
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|
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|
|
Betsy stared in awed fascination as the outline of the bald man's huge
|
|||
|
|
cock rose under his jeans and strained at the soft fabric! The little girl
|
|||
|
|
suddenly felt calm and in control of herself. She gave the man a warm smile and
|
|||
|
|
inched a little closer to him.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"You... made me feel... nice during that movie. You made me... do it. Do
|
|||
|
|
you understand what I mean?" Rufus' head was still down, but the pleased smile
|
|||
|
|
on his thick lips was easy to see.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Betsy felt like giggling but she held it back. She didn't want Rufus to
|
|||
|
|
think that she was laughing at him.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"You said that you brought me out here to... do things. Do you still want
|
|||
|
|
to?" Betsy was shocked by her own boldness but the words were out of her mouth
|
|||
|
|
before she could stop them.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The big man lifted his head and stared at her. For a moment the pretty
|
|||
|
|
little girl saw the flames of anger and frustration in his dull eyes, but
|
|||
|
|
gradually the anger died and in its place she saw a shy, uncertain question.
|
|||
|
|
She wasn't so afraid now. Betsy playfully pressed her bare knee against his,
|
|||
|
|
"What were you going to do to me?"
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Rufus Bailey was confused. But he still knew his mind. The big man grinned
|
|||
|
|
and pulled Betsy close with the arm that he'd already draped over her
|
|||
|
|
shoulders.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"I wanted to make you... make those sounds again," the big man admitted
|
|||
|
|
shyly. "It made me feel good when you came like that. It made me feel like I
|
|||
|
|
was doing the right things."
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
She liked the feel of the big man's hands on her shoulder. Using the
|
|||
|
|
feminine instincts that were born in her, she relaxed and let Rufus pull her
|
|||
|
|
close to him. The balding man's other hand hovered over Betsy's bare legs and
|
|||
|
|
the pretty little girl felt wild and careless when she caught it and boldly
|
|||
|
|
pressed it up under her short little skirt.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"You aren't supposed to scare girls," the slender child said in a low
|
|||
|
|
voice. "You're supposed to be nice to them and touch them in places that make
|
|||
|
|
them feel good."
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The big man stared at Betsy in mute surprise.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
His apparent helplessness made Betsy feel bolder and more sure of herself.
|
|||
|
|
"I might like you... if you were nice to me. I could like you a lot if you
|
|||
|
|
promised that you wouldn't hurt me or scare me."
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Betsy could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.
|
|||
|
|
She stared at the big man apprehensively and waited to see what effect she was
|
|||
|
|
having on him.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"I... I never had a girl... I've hurt some little girls but I didn't want
|
|||
|
|
to do it," the big man mumbled. Rufus hid his head and refused to look at
|
|||
|
|
Betsy.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"I get confused. I hear people say that what I want to do is bad and wrong
|
|||
|
|
but... I like it! It makes me feel good but every time that I do things like
|
|||
|
|
this I start thinking that I'm bad and I... hurt someone!"
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Betsy understood. He was voicing her own fears and confusion and she felt
|
|||
|
|
protective and loving toward him.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"I don't want to hurt anyone but when I think about how bad these things
|
|||
|
|
are and how people tell me that I shouldn't do them, I don't know what to
|
|||
|
|
do-and when I don't know what to do, I hit people!"
|
|||
|
|
Rufus looked up, he smiled shyly at Betsy and when his strong arm pulled
|
|||
|
|
her closer she melted and allowed it. It thrilled the pretty little girl when
|
|||
|
|
she pressed her hand against his powerful chest so that she could pull her face
|
|||
|
|
back a few inches.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"Have you ever kissed someone? I mean kissed them nice, so that they would
|
|||
|
|
like it?"
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Rufus seemed surprised for a moment then he slowly shook his head. He'd
|
|||
|
|
never considered trying that.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Betsy didn't wait. The pretty little girl gently leaned forward and
|
|||
|
|
pressed her lips against the big man's. For a moment Rufus began to tremble.
|
|||
|
|
But then he stopped. Instead of grabbing her, the big man gently returned her
|
|||
|
|
kiss.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
It all felt natural and reasonable. As they kissed, Betsy felt that lovely
|
|||
|
|
warmth spring up between her slim thighs and when her hand dropped from his
|
|||
|
|
chest the warmth turned into a searing flame. It was so big! Betsy's tummy
|
|||
|
|
churned. She felt a warm trickle of love juice squirt out of her tight little
|
|||
|
|
love sheath when her fingers traced the length and width of Rufus' bloated
|
|||
|
|
hard-on.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"Ooooohhhh, that's good," the balding man groaned. His fingers slid under
|
|||
|
|
the open throat of Betsy's dress and gently pinched at the child's formative
|
|||
|
|
nipples. "It's kinda big. Does it... scare you?"
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Betsy shivered and pressed closer to him. Her fingers dug into the soft
|
|||
|
|
material of his jeans and, after a moment's fumbling, she found the metal tab
|
|||
|
|
of his zipper.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"A lot of ladies get scared when they see my... thing," Rufus whispered.
|
|||
|
|
Betsy could hear the confusion and apprehension in the big man's voice. "I
|
|||
|
|
can't help it, that's the way that it grew."
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
She'd been warned. But when Betsy finally managed to drag his zipper all
|
|||
|
|
the way down and looked down into the big man's lap she thought that her heart
|
|||
|
|
had stopped!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"Oooooooooo, myyyyyy," the pretty little girl sighed as she stared at her
|
|||
|
|
captor's incredible erection. The awed little girl's eyes crept from the thick,
|
|||
|
|
white base of the man's cock up the gnarled, warty sides of the shaft to the
|
|||
|
|
bloated, purple-hued head. "Ohhhhhhh, Mr. Rufus, it's... big," Betsy gasped.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
She was frightened. But this time her fright didn't paralyze her. Betsy's
|
|||
|
|
small hand shook as she reached out and curled her fingers around the thick
|
|||
|
|
shaft of the balding man's cock. The heat and the pulsation of his hot blood
|
|||
|
|
shook Betsy and the pretty twelve-year-old groaned softly as she began to tug
|
|||
|
|
and squeeze it.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"Ooooohhhhh, pretty little girl,"the big man sighed as he pulled Betsy
|
|||
|
|
closer to him. "I... like it when you do that to me."
|
|||
|
|
|
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|
|
Betsy was trembling, her breath was coming harder and harder and she had
|
|||
|
|
to fight to fill her small lungs with air. Rufus' hand was high under her
|
|||
|
|
skirt and she felt no shame or hesitancy when she pushed forward and carelessly
|
|||
|
|
rammed her moist little love groove against his outstretched fingers.
|
|||
|
|
|
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|
|
"Ummmmm, Mr. Rufus, that's... agggghhh!!" It felt so nice! "Pull my
|
|||
|
|
panties off, I want to feel you touching me all over!"
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The big man shuddered as if he'd been shocked. His strong fingers caught
|
|||
|
|
the leg band of her filmy panties and before the slim little girl could protest
|
|||
|
|
he jerked.
|
|||
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|
|
|||
|
|
They both heard the rasp of ripping cloth and Betsy's slim little body
|
|||
|
|
jerked when she felt the cold afternoon air bathe her swollen cunt. Rufus
|
|||
|
|
pulled again and the waist band of her panties parted. The little girl groaned
|
|||
|
|
softly and lifted herself off the car seat long enough for the man to pull her
|
|||
|
|
tattered underwear away, then eagerly pressed her puffy vulva down against his
|
|||
|
|
fingers in a determined effort to drive one of them into her tingling, oozing
|
|||
|
|
little love sheath.
|
|||
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|
|
|||
|
|
In just moments their combined excrement drove everything out their heads.
|
|||
|
|
Betsy squealed long enough to grab a blanket before he scooped her up and
|
|||
|
|
carried her away from the car.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
There was a cool, shadowy nook among the trees beside the river and the
|
|||
|
|
big man chose that spot to spread his blanket. Betsy sighed and moaned happily
|
|||
|
|
when the balding man gently placed her on the blanket and hurriedly stripped
|
|||
|
|
away her loosened clothing. Betsy felt bold and shameless as she pressed a slim
|
|||
|
|
little finger between the parted lips of her pussy and teased the stiffening
|
|||
|
|
tip of her clitoris.
|
|||
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|
|
|||
|
|
Rufus groaned and smiled broadly as he watched the lovely little girl
|
|||
|
|
masturbate for him. He watched the clear warm juiced dribble out of her pink
|
|||
|
|
and red vaginal opening and groaned as his huge rammer stiffened even more. The
|
|||
|
|
big man tore open the front of his pants and dropped them below his knees
|
|||
|
|
before he knelt beside Betsy. He wore no underwear and his throbbing hard-on
|
|||
|
|
snapped hard against his muscular belly while he reached high over his head and
|
|||
|
|
jerked free of his clinging t-shirt.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
Betsy sighed and shivered as she stared at the man's big probe. The naked
|
|||
|
|
little girl's dark eyes fastened on the thick, flanged knob of Rufus'
|
|||
|
|
frightening dong.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The pretty little girl shivered. She pressed her naked thighs tight around
|
|||
|
|
her hand as she worked a finger in and out of her drooling slippery pussy. It
|
|||
|
|
was so big and so hard looking that the girl felt her tummy contract in
|
|||
|
|
anticipation. Betsy's eyes tore themselves away from the darkened glans and
|
|||
|
|
slid like flowing oil down over the hard, rounded curves of the shaft.
|
|||
|
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|
|||
|
|
It's going in me, the quivering little girl whispered to herself. He's
|
|||
|
|
going to lay on top of me and shove that big thing inside of me and I'll be
|
|||
|
|
able to feel every hairy inch of that inside of my body!
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
The thought was too much! Betsy reached out and began to urgently jerk
|
|||
|
|
and tug at the groaning man's exposed cock. The naked child could feel each
|
|||
|
|
throbbing vein, the tips of her sensitive fingers worked downward over the
|
|||
|
|
warts and the swollen contours of Rufus' tremendous probe and the thought of
|
|||
|
|
actually taking it inside of her set off a small, rippling orgasm deep in her
|
|||
|
|
cunny. But Betsy wasn't finished. The naked little girl knew that all that the
|
|||
|
|
man would have to do was press the spade shaped head of his penis between the
|
|||
|
|
pouting lips of her hairless slit and her delicious excitement would begin
|
|||
|
|
again.
|
|||
|
|
|
|||
|
|
"Oooooohhhhh, please, Mr. Rufus," Betsy moaned as she tugged at the man's
|
|||
|
|
big rammer. "I need it, put it in me... Oooooooo. I need it!!"
|
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blanket.
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Betsy moaned when Rufus moved in between her splayed legs. The big man's
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strong hands pried her thighs apart and pushed them back until they were almost
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touching the blanket under her shoulders. The naked child gasped and wiggled
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her trim little bottom when the head of the prick nuzzled deep into the open
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throat of her vagina. The slender child's muscles pulled taut. The tendons on
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the backs of her slim thighs tightened until they looked like straining hawsers
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as she fought to open herself and give the slick head of the invading pole as
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soft and welcoming entry.
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"Ogggghhhh, Jesus!! Ohhhhh, little honey, you feel so tight and so hot,"
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Rufus groaned happily as he carefully pressed his muscular body down on
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Betsy's. "Tell me what to do. I... don't want to hurt you, not you, sweet baby,
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not you!"
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The slim little twelve-year-old sighed and elevated her arched pelvis as
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another incredibly thick inch of prick slid over the lubricated planes of her
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cunt and entered her And, as it advanced, it seemed to force the gusting
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moans and gasps of pleasure that squirted out of her.
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"Unnnnggghhhh," the naked child moaned as her slim arms wrapped around
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Rufus' neck and hugged him close while the big man slowly forced the full
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length of his awful cock into her.
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Betsy groaned. The little girl felt the rough hairs of the man's thighs
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scrape against her velvet smooth flesh and gasped when his muscular body
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pressed her down against the blanket, pinning her and trapping her against the
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earth by the river bank.
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The naked little girl mumbled. The words were indistinct and slurred. She
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arched her slim body up from the wrinkled blanket and forced the stretched oval
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of her gorged cunt tight against the base of Rufus' throbbing cock. The big man
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snorted and thrust at Betsy, driving himself so deep inside of her that the
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little girl half expected to feel the greasy head of his big prick come popping
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out of her open, gasping mouth.
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They rocked and shook against each other. Betsy's small fingers could
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trace the powerful muscles in the bald man's back as he worked and pressed his
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naked body against hers. Their legs locked and clung together. Betsy's small
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body contorted and shook as pile driving thrust after thrust filled her. Each
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time that the log like cock moved inside of her tight little love sheath the
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child would moan. She could feel its gnarled shaft scrubbing and pressing
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against her distended clitoris and it felt so good that she had to squeal and
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frantically work her naked, sweaty little body up to meet his as he hovered
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over her.
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"Awwwwuuuggghhhh, it hurts," Betsy moaned softly as she worked her
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bubbling little pussy around and around the rigid staff of flesh that filled
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her to overflowing. "But it hurts sooooo nice. Do it harder, Mr. Rufus.
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Ooooohhh! All of it, put it all inside me like that!!"
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The balding man groaned and then he began to shake. Betsy whimpered and
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slipped her slender thighs around his back and her pink heels banged hard
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against his muscular back. "Ooooggghhh, little honey... owwwggghh!"
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The long, drawn-out groan of delight that rumbled out of Rufus shattered
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what little composure Betsy still had. She gasped and shuddered when the
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flexing, driving hose that filled her sent jet after gushing jet of lovely
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thick cum into her tight little love sleeve. The naked little girl sighed. She
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could feel Rufus' goo spurting out of her choked cunt and come raining down on
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the moving wiggling globes of her bottom.
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"Oooooooh... I'm... aaaaiiiee!" Betsy clung to him, kissing his neck and
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nipping hard at his straining shoulder muscles while she hunched and squirmed
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her way through a lovely, soul-bending orgasm.
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"You see," the pretty little brunette whispered happily as she bent over
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the man's wilting prick and gave it a long, lingering kiss. "You don't have to
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hurt anyone; you don't have to scare them, all you have to do is make them feel
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as good as you make me feel and everything will be nice."
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The End of part 8, continuing in part 9...
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From ddail@efn.org Wed Jun 26 15:17:13 1996
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Subject: Usherette 09 of 13
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Message-ID: <6187cc$102b31.da@news.thepoint.net>
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Path: 128.230.2.153!newstand.syr.edu!newsstand.cit.cornell.edu!news.acsu.buffalo.edu!csn!nntp-xfer-1.csn.net!magnus.acs.ohio-state.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!usc!chi-news.cic.net!nntp.coast.net!news-res.gsl.net!news.gsl.net!news.uoregon.edu!hunter.premier.net!uunet!inXS.uu.net!news.thepoint.net!not-for-mail
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Warning: The following file contains adult material.
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Usherette Chapter 9
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Betsy couldn't keep from humming happily to herself as she twisted and
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turned under the soothing sting of her shower. The naked little twelve-year-old
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smiled and paused long enough to press the flat of her soapy palm against the
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firm mound of her hairless sex.
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It was nice, the slender brunette whispered to herself. He's sooo big! I
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though that he would tear me in half! Betsy shivered when her bruised vulva
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began to tingle and grew warm in response to the pressure. Rufus hadn't torn
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her in half. Betsy was amazed and a little awed when she realized how easily
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her elastic little love sleeve had stretched to swallow all of Rufus' big cock.
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I shouldn't think like that, the little girl told herself. Hurriedly Betsy
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turned off the shower and hopped out. I'm going to get into trouble. There's no
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way that I can do what Mr. Simpson wants me to do and not get into trouble!
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Betsy wished that she could sit down with her mother and tell her what had
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happened, she needed someone to talk to, but she didn't dare tell Julia.
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Besides, she's in her room with, Dave. She doesn't care about what happens
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to me! It hurt when she admitted it to herself, but Betsy realized it was the
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truth. I never knew her, all this time and I never really knew my own mother!
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Betsy thought about the soft, vacant look she noticed in Julia's eyes
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lately and she realized how her beautiful mother had let the house slide, how
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she ignored everything but Mr. Dave Henry and his big, long cock! Part of the
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girl understood, part of her knew what it was like to let herself be ruled by a
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throbbing penis. But even then, she knew that it was dangerous and wrong.
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Betsy was looking in the mirror, combing her wet hair when the door to the
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bathroom swung open. The lovely little girl saw a large, hairy hand push the
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door. She squeaked as she dove sideways and grabbed a large towel! The pretty
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little girl stood, wide-eyed, her slender body hid behind the towel when Dave
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Henry stalked into her room.
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Betsy expected the handsome man to see her, mumble an apology and then
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hurry out of the room, but he surprised and frightened her by doing exactly the
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opposite.
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"Ohhhh? You finally came home, eh? Your mother called the theater earlier
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and they told her that you left this afternoon." Dave Henry grinned at her and
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leaned against the edge of the washbasin.
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For the first time, Betsy saw that all he wore was a pair of underwear
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shorts.
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The handsome man caught the direction of the frightened little girl's
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glance and grinned. He made no effort to hide the open fly of the shorts so
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that she wouldn't be forced to look at his thick, dark pubic hair.
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"I think that it's time that you and I had a little talk, honey," the big
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man murmured. When Dave pushed away from the sink and tried to stand upright,
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Betsy saw him stagger slightly and realized that he'd been drinking. "Yeah, you
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and I should get to know each other better!"
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He made no move to touch her but just the same Betsy could feel his hot
|
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eyes burning through the towel that she held. She shivered as she waited.
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Dave grinned at her and scratched his belly. In the process, he managed to
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push the waistband of his shorts even lower around his waist. "I've
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sorta...moved in here. I'm paying the rent and most of the bills so I think
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that you should know where I stand."
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Betsy hadn't realized how close the man was until he reached out and
|
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caught the edge of her towel between his fingers. Before the startled little
|
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girl could catch it, the grinning man jerked at the towel and left her standing
|
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naked and defenseless before him!
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"Ooooo," Betsy breathed in a shocked little tone. "I... don't look at me
|
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like that!"
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Dave just grinned again and motioned for her to come to him.
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Betsy didn't want to do it, but the heated, fever-bright look in Dave's
|
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eyes seemed to compel her and slowly the naked child moved close enough for the
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man to catch her arm.
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"I like to look at you, honey, the handsome man sighed as he let his eyes
|
|||
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rove over her slim, glistening body. "That's part of our deal. Your poor mother
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knows that she can't handle things alone, so she decided to let me take over."
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The handsome man's tone hardened and Betsy squealed softly when his strong
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fingers closed around her arm.
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"That includes you! Whether Julia knows it or not! You go with the place,
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honey, and the sooner you understand that, the better!"
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He didn't give her a chance. Before Betsy could respond to what was
|
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happening the smiling man had drawn her up against his warm body and his free
|
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hand was tilting her head upward. A fleshy pair of lips dosed over her own and
|
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the naked twelve-year-old felt the newly awakened desires inside her flicker
|
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back to life.
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"Please...Mother will...Oooooo!" Betsy tried to push away from the warm
|
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circle of Dave's strong arm but before she could the man's fingers found the
|
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already stiff nub of her small nipple and pulled at it. The lovely pleasure
|
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sensation that shot through her numbed the shaken little girl and left her soft
|
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and pliant in the man's grip.
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Your mother? Don't worry about Julia, honey. I've got your mother under
|
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control, you don't have to worry about what she'll do or say about us!"
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She heard the words, but Betsy still wasn't convinced. She tried to wiggle
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free of the handsome man's grip while she shook her head. "Please, I'm afraid
|
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of you. You're...too big, a man...I couldn't..."
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Betsy had no chance to finish her feeble protest.
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"You bet your ass I'm a man, baby!" Dave chuckled. He took one of Betsy's
|
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hands in his and boldly pressed it against the front of his shorts.
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The little girl heard herself sigh and felt her thighs begin to tremble.
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She could feel the steel and gristle of his lovely prick stir under her palm.
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"You're still hung up about your mama, aren't you?" Dave laughed this
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time. "Come with me. I'll show you how concerned your darling mama is about you
|
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and what you're doing!"
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They were out the door and heading down the hallway toward her mother's
|
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room before Betsy could even think of a protest. Dave made no effort to be
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quiet or mask their approach to her mother's bedroom door.
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Betsy felt a wild, unreasoning surge of excitement burst through her veins
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and knew that the delicate tissues of her sex were growing hot and filling with
|
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the hot blood of excitement as she watched his hand turn the knob and push open
|
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the door to her mother's bedroom.
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"Look at her! That's your mother," the drunken man whispered in Betsy's
|
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ear. "Look at that sloppy cunt and see her for what she really is!"
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Betsy shook and trembled. She tried to turn her eyes away from what she
|
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saw but nothing, no impulse that she could call forward, could give her the
|
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strength to ignore the scene that lay before her.
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Mama... Ohhhhh, my God Mama... the naked little girl moaned to herself.
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Look what he's done to you...ohhhh, look what he's turned you into. Oooohh,
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Julia, what am I going to do?
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Betsy felt as if she was staring deep into her worst night- mare. The
|
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trembling little girl stared into her mother's darkened bedroom and settled
|
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even deeper into the big man's embrace when her mind digested what she was
|
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seeing.
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Julia lay sprawled on her rumpled bed. Betsy saw it all at once. No
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obscene detail escaped her bright, seeking eye. The shaken little girl's mother
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lay with her smooth, rounded thighs spread wide, her naked body glowed in the
|
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light that streamed in through the open door.
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From the slow, even way that Julia breathed, Betsy knew that her mother
|
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was sleeping. Despite the shock and embarrassment that Betsy felt, the lovely
|
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child couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd sight of her mother as she lay
|
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sleeping contentedly while a thin trail of cum oozed out of her red and
|
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abused-looking sex and out of the corner of her mouth at the same time!
|
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"Your mother sucks a mean cock," Dave Henry whispered softly in Betsy's
|
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ear. "Can you do that? Can you suck on a hard dick until it gives you its hot,
|
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slick juice to drink?"
|
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For the first time in her life Betsy hated herself! The lovely child
|
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stared at her mother as she lay defiled and covered with the signs of her lewd
|
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behavior and realized that she was jealous!
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A sudden and shocking truth invaded the little girl's mind and she
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understood. Fucking wasn't so bad, it was the reason and the feeling that was
|
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invoked that could make it bad and nasty. The loving was good, it was something
|
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everyone needed. It was the hate and the shame that turned it bad!
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Betsy was still caught up in the wonder of her revelation and she made no
|
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effort to escape when the big man beside her tightened his grip on her shoulder
|
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and turned her away from the door.
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"If I pay the bills and take on the responsibility of this house, then I
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get all the prizes too," the big man whispered in Betsy's ear.
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The lovely little brunette knew exactly what he was saying to her and as
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awful and obscene as it was, she knew that it was the truth!
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"If I pay your way, baby, I have the right to use you any way that I
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want!"
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Her tight little love sheath was already squirting thick dribbles of love
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lube down over the fat, velvet-smooth lips of her baby cunt and Betsy was glad
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that Dave had bent and picked her up because she was certain that she would
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have collapsed on the floor if he hadn't.
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The door to her bedroom swung open and Dave didn't hesitate as he headed
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for Betsy's bed. The lovely little girl knew it was wrong. She knew that,
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but the feel of the man's warm body, and the knowledge that soon she would feel
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the hot, powerful surge of his erection filling her killed any shame and
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resistance that might have grown up inside her.
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"Jesus but you're lovely." Dave-breathed softly as he knelt beside her bed
|
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and stared at Betsy's slim, naked body. "I've never seen anyone so pretty..."
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Betsy didn't have to answer him, the beautiful little girl felt Dave's
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lips moving down over her ribs and then to the velvet- smooth planes of her
|
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gently rounded belly.
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Betsy gasped and dug her heels into the cover of her bed when she felt
|
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Dave's wet tongue glide over her belly and then move down to the deliciously
|
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sensitive spot where her slim thigh met and joined her body. The
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twelve-year-old moaned, her fingers dug into the man's thick, curly hair and
|
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pulled, dragging his lips closer to her glowing flesh.
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"Do you like me, honey? Do I turn you on?" Dave's questions burned and
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clawed at her but Betsy couldn't make her lips respond and the words of
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encouragement and agreement were caught deep inside her.
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She felt the hard rasp of his beard against her butter-soft inner thighs
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and whimpered when she felt Mr. Henry's strong tongue slither between the folds
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of her hairless slit and bathe the firm little knot of her clitoris in his warm
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saliva.
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"Annnggghhh." The naked child sighed as she spread her slender,
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just-washed thighs wide so that the man could burrow his head even deeper
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between her thighs and fasten his lips around the small knob of her pleasure
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button. "Awwwwuugh, yesss! Ohhh, Mr. Henry, you're the bossss, you can have
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whatever you want!"
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She was on the trembling verge of her orgasm when the man pulled his
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gleaming lips away from the soft flesh of her pussy and his hands gripped her
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thighs. Betsy moaned unhappily and wiggled her naked body as she was roughly
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turned over and a thick pillow was shoved beneath her churning belly.
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"That's right, baby," Dave Henry moaned as he pulled Betsy up to her hands
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and knees. I'm the man! I'm the one who has to pay so I'm the one who takes
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what he wants!"
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The naked child trembled and shook when she felt the handsome man move
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behind her. He'd paused long enough to shuck off his shorts and now his naked,
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pulsating prick lay nestled between the saucy, upturned cheeks of her firm
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little ass.
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"Ohhhh," Betsy sighed. The lovely little girl shivered and pulled her
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naked body into a fetal portion. She could feel the fat knob of Dave Henry's
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member move up and down the crack of her splayed buttock cheeks. The head of
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the penis was leaking and the lovely child could feel the path it took as Mr.
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Henry's love lube cooled and dried on her flesh.
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The taut head of the prick hesitated for a split second at the puckered
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little opening of her anus. Betsy gasped and shuddered when she felt its heated
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pressure. Then, when the lovely little twelve-year-old was about to moan with
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fear, the threatening knob moved on and forced its way between the tight folds
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of her pussy and found its already open mouth.
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"Unnnngggg," Betsy moaned softly as she was drawn back to meet the panting
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man's stiff probe. The pretty little child gasped and wiggled her slim hips,
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helping the long pole of meat glide over the thick flow of love juice that was
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squirting out of her and fill the aching void inside her trembling belly. "That
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feels nice, Mr...Dave. I...love it!"
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Dave Henry's strong arms tightened around her and the palms of his big
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hands closed over the glowing, sensitive buds of Betsy's budding little tits.
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When Betsy whispered to him the delighted little brunette felt his hardon
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twitch and grow even larger, pulling the open oval of her small sex even wider
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in order that she could accept even more of him.
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"You're tight," the handsome man moaned in Betsy's ear. "You feel slick
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and tight! Who opened you up, baby? I was sure you'd be a virgin. Who popped
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your cherry and taught you how to fuck, little girl?"
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His questions embarrassed and excited Betsy at the same time. She knew she
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could never tell him, but when she thought about the others, those other big,
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throbbing cocks that had opened her before, a delightful ripple of pleasure
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raced through her, leaving her tingling from head to toe!
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"I know one place where no one else has been," Dave muttered in her ear.
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For a moment Betsy didn't know what he was saying to her, but when one of his
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warm hands left a breast and pressed down between their bodies, she knew what
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he meant!
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The hard little cheeks of Betsy's ass were pried apart. The naked little
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girl twitched and a small moan of anticipation leaked out of her open mouth.
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"No one has had a cock in your fight little asshole, have they? No one has
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ever felt this small, brown Twinkie suck tight around them, have they, you
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greedy little cunt?"
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"Ooooo, you're hurting me," Betsy squealed softly when the man's stiff
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finger, wet in her own juices, popped past her tight sphincter and began to
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wiggle in the pulsating grip of her rectum. "Noooooo, no one ever did that to
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me...unnnngggghhhh!!"
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She knew, the moment that she heard Dave Henry chuckle and
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felt his long, piston smooth cock buck in her belly, Betsy knew
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what he was going to do to her! Obscene, frightening and exciting
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memories how her mother looked as she bucked and squealed under the
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pressure of this man's big cock assaulted her and Betsy didn't know
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if she wanted to scream or beg for mercy!
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Betsy moaned and shook. The naked little girl desperately
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clamped down on the fat cock that was moving inside of her. If she
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could make him cum now she wouldn't have to let him...do that to
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her!
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But the big man was in complete control of the situation. He
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groaned as the child's tight sheath pulled and milked at his big
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cock, but he gave no sign that he couldn't hold back.
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Betsy's last hope died when she felt another fat finger force
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its way into her and lay wriggling beside the other in the hot,
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sucking grip of her forbidden asshole!
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"I want your cherry, honey," Dave grated in Betsy's ear. "I'm
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going to fuck your tight little and you're going to yell but you'll
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love it!"
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There was nothing she could do, Betsy knew it. Cold, numbing
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fear immobilized her and the naked little girl couldn't resist when
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she felt Dave slowly begin to pull his thick wedge of flesh out of
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her clinging, silken pussy. A finger tip found, then pressed hard
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against her tiny clitoris as the big tube of flesh left her and
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Betsy was reduced to a shuddering, moaning orgasm.
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"Uhuuuuuooo, don't...please, you'll hurt me," Betsy managed to
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whisper as the lube slick head of Dave's big prick slid up and down
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between the firm little cheeks of her ass, wetting and lubricating
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the crease.
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"Shhhhhh, don't worry," Dave hissed in her ear. At the same
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moment the man's finger began a wobbling, circular motion around
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her stiff clit.
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The little girl gasped and wiggled, helpless in the grip of her animal
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pleasures.
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"I won't hurt you too much. Just relax, baby, and let it happen! You're
|
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going to learn to love my cock in your ass!!"
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A core-deep shudder grew up in Betsy when the frightened little girl felt
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the greasy knob of Dave Henry's cock find the place where his fingers twisted
|
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and pulled inside of her. The fingers pulled away, leaving her wrinkled little
|
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rosebud feeling stretched and empty, almost longing to feel his frightening
|
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pole fill that new emptiness that she felt.
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"Ohhhhhh, pretty little baby," Dave moaned as he pressed his muscular
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man's body against her.
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Betsy felt the hair on his chest brush against the sharp planes of her
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shoulder blades and sighed when she felt his scratchy pubic hairs scrub against
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the moon shaped cheeks of her bottom.
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"Awwwuuuggghhhh," the naked little girl groaned when the lube- coated head
|
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|
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of Dave's prick found the center of her ass and pressed in. The lovely child's
|
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toes splayed wide, her supple back arched but she didn't try to escape the
|
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pressure.
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Betsy shivered, she could feel the delicate flesh of her anal passage give
|
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|
|
under the pressure of the cock that was trying to force entrance.
|
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"Owwwwww," the naked child moaned softly, as she wriggled and shook under
|
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|
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the implacable force of Dave's cock.
|
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"Relax, honey," the handsome man whispered in her ear before he kissed it.
|
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"It's going to be good. I can feel it. It's going to be wonderful!"
|
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"Oooooggghhh, it...hurts," Betsy moaned in response as the slippery cock
|
|||
|
|
moved forward a fraction of an inch and forced the puckered oval of her virgin
|
|||
|
|
anus to part. "Awwwwwuuuuuggghhh, ooooohhhh, Mr. Dave!!"
|
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|
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She felt torn and violated when the mushroom shaped head of her mother's
|
|||
|
|
lover's prick oozed out past the weakened muscle of her sphincter and dipped
|
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|
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its taut head in the hot, moist mystery of her rectal canal.
|
|||
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|
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|
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"Aaaaaaggghhh!!! Oooooo, my god!!" She couldn't believe what was
|
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|
|
happening! Betsy shook and twisted as the awful penetration was completed. The
|
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|
naked little girl wanted to pull away from the cock, but when she moved forward
|
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|
|
the man's finger would press hard against her clit and she couldn't stop
|
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herself as she rammed her stuffed, smarting ass back to meet the post of meat
|
|||
|
|
that was filling her.
|
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|
"Ooooo, baby! It's good," Dave moaned in Betsy's ear.
|
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|
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The lovely little girl whispered and muttered as her slim thighs were
|
|||
|
|
forced open and another two fat inches of cock were sent into the moist,
|
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clinging grip of her virginal rectum.
|
|||
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|
Betsy could feel the flanged head of the man's big prick as it slowly
|
|||
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|
forced its way into her. The naked little girl whimpered and shook. A long
|
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|
string of muttered, mumbled words squirted out of her open mouth as Dave
|
|||
|
|
Henry's bloated cock filled her. Betsy lost all ability to resist.
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|
|
"Ooooohhhh, it hurts," the lovely child moaned as she slowly revolved her
|
|||
|
|
slim, boyish hips and made the burning ring of her tight anus slip and kiss
|
|||
|
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around the awful girth of the invader that filled her ass. "Unnnnnggghhhhh,
|
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Dave... ohhhh!!"
|
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|
It was terrible and disgusting but no matter how hard she tried to ignore
|
|||
|
|
what was happening inside of her, the lovely little girl could feel a small
|
|||
|
|
glowing coal of pleasure ignite amid the pain.
|
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|
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|
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Dave groaned happily as he felt Betsy's tight little ass pucker close
|
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|
around him. His strong fingers moved up and down her curved spine. The fingers
|
|||
|
|
found the little girl's sensitive nerve endings and secret places, leaving her
|
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|
|
gasping and writhing with desire as they passed.
|
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The massive cock in her bottom thrust again and Betsy knew that she had it
|
|||
|
|
all because Dave's big balls were resting heavily against the pouting, empty
|
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lips of her sex. The lovely twelve-year-old's muscles pulled taut and she
|
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|
|
rocked backward, helping her tormentor make his fleshy probe squirm and twist
|
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in her ravaged anus.
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"I've got you," Dave muttered as he pulled back, dragging a few inches of
|
|||
|
|
his lube slick prick out of the frantic grip of Betsy's glowing anal passage.
|
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|
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"I can feel you! I know that you like it and I'm going to see to it that you
|
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|
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get all the cock that you need!!"
|
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It was dirty and mean, but Betsy loved it! The naked child shivered and
|
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forced her bottom to dance and wiggle around the fat prick that had opened her.
|
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Dave's voice sounded harsh and exciting in her ear as he pressed forward again.
|
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Betsy felt the prick fill her and groaned as the sickeningly sweet surge of
|
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perverted pleasure washed through her.
|
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"Think of it! You and your mother! I'll fuck the shit out of both of you.
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She loved it, kid. Did you hear me? Your mother loves my cock. She'll do what
|
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I tell her because she won't get any more if she doesn't!!"
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Betsy was gasping and jerking. The pain had faded and all she could feel
|
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was the hot, liquid feel of the man's big dong as it sluiced in and out of her
|
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clinging rectum.
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"I could make her take care of you. Would you like that, baby? How would
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you like it if I had her in here right now and she was sucking that wet little
|
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pussy of yours?"
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Betsy gasped. Her heart stopped beating and she felt the hot surge of lust
|
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bite and nibble at her enlarged, pebble-hard clitoris. The shaken little girl
|
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imagined her lovely mother with her head between her splayed thighs and came!!
|
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"Oooooo!!! I...aaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!!" Betsy just couldn't stand it. Deep in
|
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the back of her mind she knew that she couldn't let it happen, but the image of
|
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her mother's soft lips pulling and kissing her pussy inflamed her and she
|
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surrendered to the lovely ripples of her orgasm. "Unnnnggghhhh don't say
|
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that... that's... awwwwuuugghhhh!!"
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Dave's pace had picked up. Betsy squealed and shook as his lubricated cock
|
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shoved in and out of her. Then the naked child felt the prick in her guts
|
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stiffen and then jerk. A warm gushing sensation filled Betsy and the delighted
|
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little girl felt her mother's lover send the hot flush of his hairy balls deep
|
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into her bowels.
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"Ooooowwwwwwaaaaaiiiieeee!!!" The animal scream of pleasure tore itself
|
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out of her as Betsy lay pinned by the heaving thrusting pressure of the cock.
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The lovely child felt herself filled with thick, greasy cum and ignored the
|
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pain as she worked her fight anal sheath up and down on Dave's beautiful cock!!
|
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He could do it, Betsy told herself dazedly. He could make mama crawl down
|
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in the bed and suck me!! She tried not to let herself think about Grace and the
|
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wonderful feel of her mouth. No! I can't let it happen. I couldn't live with
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that!!
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But despite her thoughts, Betsy's imagination ran ahead of her and even as
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she jogged and wiggled on the end of Dave Henry's wilting prick she knew I've
|
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got to leave! I can't stay here, not with them!
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She knew that she had to leave, but even so, the lovely little girl's
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mouth opened and she heard her voice in the strained stillness of her bedroom.
|
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"Can you get it hard again? Please, Mr. Dave, get it hard and do that to me
|
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again and again!!"
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The End of part 9, continuing in part 10...
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From ddail@efn.org Wed Jun 26 15:14:24 1996
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Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
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Subject: Usherette 13 of 13
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Message-ID: <6187cc$102eb.36b@news.thepoint.net>
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Usherette Chapter 13
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It was bewildering. Things had happened so fast that she wasn't sure what
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was happening! Betsy sat very still in the large chair in Juvenile Court.
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Looking up, the little girl saw that the judge was looking at her. The old
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man's eyes flashed behind his rimless glasses and, before they dropped away
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from her face and slowly traveled down her slender body, he smiled at her.
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"The uhhhh, situation at the theater is now under control?"
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The judge's question sparked memories in Betsy's mind. The slim
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twelve-year-old fidgeted in her chair and was forced to put her hand up in
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front of her face when she remembered the look of shock and surprise on Mr.
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Simpson's face when she opened the side door and let the police into the
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Majestic!
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"Yes, your honor," Jim Richards said with a smile. "All of the suspects
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were taken in and several of the patrons were arrested for lewd behavior." A
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tiny giggle tried to slip out of her mouth and Betsy had to nip hard at her
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knuckle to keep from laughing. They were all taken in all right! She remembered
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that one fat man, the one who'd been behind the screen with poor Kathy. He'd
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tried to run with his pants down at his ankles and had tripped, falling right
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through the screen! I told them, Betsy told herself happily. I knew that I'd
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get them, all of them!!
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"Then all that remains is the matter of what to do with this young lady."
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The judge smiled at her again and Betsy returned the smile. She could see
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that special look in his eyes and thought she knew what his solution would be
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if he had his way!
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"Yes sir, I have the papers here. They have all been signed and
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witnessed." Jim paused and looked at Betsy.
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The look that passed between them made the little girl shiver with
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pleasure. Betsy's tight love sheath twisted and she could feel a fresh
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dew of moisture seep out of her and wet the dainty crotch piece of her new
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panties.
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"...and that being the case it is our suggestion that the petition to make
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Betsy Morrison a ward of Sergeant and Mrs. Richards be granted," the judge
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read. The old man paused for a moment then nodded his head. "Petition granted."
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The judge turned his attention to Betsy. The look in his eyes made her
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even wetter.
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"Young lady, you are now the ward of the Richards' family. Do you
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understand that?"
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"Yes sir," Betsy said, nodding. But the little girl was smiling. He's
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looking up my skirt...I wonder if he can see enough to get him hard?
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"Good, you're under their care and supervision. Listen to them and be a
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good little girl," the man said. Betsy nodded again and then smiled as she
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parted her thighs slightly, giving him a clear view of her plump little love
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mound.
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Jim was nervous. He had avoided looking at her as he drove. When they
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turned down the street to his house he shook his head and muttered to himself.
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"I am crazy, this is going to be a wild thing! Do you know what could happen
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if anyone finds out about us? What do you think will happen if Molly finds
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out?"
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Betsy thought about her new "mother." Molly Richards was a pretty, dark
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haired little woman with a large, friendly smile. She didn't want to hurt
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her.
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"I... I don't know what would happen," Betsy murmured.
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Jim snorted and pulled the car into the garage. Before Betsy could say
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anything else he got out and shut the garage door, leaving the little girl
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sitting.
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"Molly is downtown, shopping," the handsome, graying man said as he got
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back in the car. "I know it's crazy but...I want you, right here and now!"
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A warm flow of happiness filled Betsy. She understood him now. As long as
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he wanted her she was sure that she was safe.
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The slender little girl edged closer to the man and whispered. "I'll get
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my new dress all wrinkled."
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Jim shook his head impatiently and pulled her up on his lap.
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"I don't care. I bought the dress and I can buy more of them," he growled
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as he hauled the dress up and began to slip Betsy's panties down over her
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knees.
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The lovely twelve-year-old sighed. She sat facing away from him enjoying
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the feel of his warm hands on her naked buttocks. Then Betsy heard the whisper
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of a zipper and moaned with anticipa- tion when she felt the steel of her new
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father's big cock press in between her cheeks and find the slick mouth of her
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cunt.
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"Ooooooo, daddy," Betsy groaned as she was entered from the rear. "Ohhhhh,
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I love it when you fuck me, I love it!!"
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Jim groaned and trembled, his hips began to lift and surge. His swollen
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cock made wet sticky sounds in the delicious flow of the little girl's love
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juice.
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They were so engrossed with their lovemaking that neither of them saw the
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connecting door to the house open and a small brunette step into the darkened
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garage.
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Oh good Christ! Jim!!" They both froze in mid-stroke. Betsy's eyes bulged
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out of her head when she found herself face to face with Molly! The lovely
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little girl felt so foolish, so nasty sitting there staring at the shocked
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housewife while she was perched on the woman's husband's throbbing cock!
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"Ohhhhh, noooo," Jim groaned. The graying policeman was so shocked that he
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made no move to lift Betsy off his prick. "Molly, I...I don't know what to
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say!!"
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Each passing second seemed like a year and Betsy felt panic building up in
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her as she stared at Molly Richards.
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"Well, you might at least invite me to join you," the pretty housewife
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purred as she slipped into the car beside them. Betsy gasped as she saw the
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small brunette's hand slip between her splayed thighs and felt practiced
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fingers lightly pinch at her still rigid clit!!
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"I think this is a pretty cramped place to do it, but I suppose we can
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manage" Molly whispered as she slipped her finger into Betsy's cunt, letting it
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lay along side her husband's hard cock. "At least we can manage it this time,
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but after this we fuck in the bed!!"
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The End.
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