THE WILLING USHERETTE Part 2

“What’s the matter with you, chick? Come back here with me and we can have some fun.”
Betsy made a small whimpering sound deep in her throat and twisted free of Rick’s hand. The pretty brunette stared at the head usher for a moment. She was tired, sore and more than a little sick and the idea of going behind the screen with him made her flesh crawl with revulsion!
“No! I… I don’t want to do that,” Betsy hissed. Before the surprised head usher could answer her, she’d spun around and was hurrying up the main aisle. The movie would be over in a few minutes and she’d be able to get away from the Majestic!
She’d barely made it into the lobby when another thought stopped Betsy dead in her tracks. When the movie let out, where could she go? Betsy was sure that Mr. Henry would be with her mother if she went home and she didn’t feel up to seeing her mother with a man, not after what had happened to her today!
The nervous little girl was so lost in thought that she didn’t see Grace Borden coming up behind her. Betsy gasped and jumped when the older woman stepped behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder.
“Hey! Take it easy, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
Betsy began to tremble and before she could stop herself the pretty little girl started to cry.
“Honey, are you all right? What happened?”
Instantly Grace went to her and cuddled Betsy in her arms. The slender twelve-year-old shuddered when the woman’s large breasts pressed against her face but she felt so warm and so safe like this that she couldn’t bring herself to try to get away.
“Ohhhh, Mrs. Borden… I… I’m so confused!!” It gushed out of her. The pretty child let it all out. Betsy was so distraught and ashamed that she couldn’t look the older woman in the eyes. She pressed her tear stained face against Grace’s pillowy globes and told her every foul, exciting detail of what had happened to her since she walked into the Majestic looking for a job. When she was finished she was amazed to feel the blonde hug her tighter. She had expected horror and rejection!
“Awwww, honey,” Grace said in a soft voice. “You’ve really been put through the mill, haven’t you?” Grace paused for a few seconds, then she led Betsy to a stool behind the candy counter. “You stay here with me until closing, then we’ll decide what we’re going to do with you.”
Betsy felt better. She still couldn’t bring herself to meet the older woman’s eyes, but she felt safe and protected with her near.
Rick closed and locked the front doors after the last patron. He turned and looked like he was going to say something to Betsy but Grace stepped between them and must have given him a warning look because the handsome young man sneered and walked away, leaving them alone.
“All right, let’s get organized,” Grace said with a smile as she snapped out the lights and cleaned out the popcorn machine. “Do you want me to take you home or… would you like to spend the night with me?”
Betsy was taken by surprise. She didn’t know what to say and her shock must have been apparent on her face because Grace grinned and explained. “I just thought that you could tell your mother you were staying with a girl who works here. It wouldn’t be a lie and that way you could avoid your situation at home and get a chance to calm down.”
There was no traffic and Grace was able to speed down the streets as they headed for her apartment. Betsy felt a small, flickering flame of anger and resentment still burning inside of her whenever she thought about her quick conversation with her mother.
“She doesn’t care about me anymore! She jumped at the chance to get rid of me for a night,” the little girl told herself. “All she wants to do is ball all night and not have me to bother her!”
Betsy wasn’t exactly certain why she was angry. She was relieved that she wouldn’t have to go home tonight, but still she wished that her mother had shown a little more concern. Betsy wished that Julia hadn’t been so eager to get rid of her like that.
“Well, here we are, darling. Sit down and relax.” Grace smiled and motioned toward a couch. “I’ll get some fresh towels so that you can take a nice, long, soothing shower.”
Betsy was surprised. Grace didn’t live in a real apartment. It was more like a small, secluded bungalow in a heavily landscaped park. She didn’t know what she had expected, but the pretty child was impressed by how nice the little house looked and how expensive and tasteful the furnishings were. Betsy was still looking around the room when she heard footsteps and looked up in surprise to see Grace, dressed in a bathrobe, waiting for her.
The older woman’s voice sounded deeper and softer when she spoke again. “Come on. A hot shower can do wonders for the kind of pains that you have.”
A confused warning tingle ran up and down Betsy’s spine, but she ignored it and slowly got to her feet then joined the attractive blonde in the doorway.
Betsy began to relax the second that they passed through the door to the bathroom. The lights were soft, the room was painted a muted pink, and the total effect was warm and soothing.
Grace slipped an arm around the pretty little girl’s shoulders and began to talk quietly to Betsy as she undressed her. “Poor baby, you’re so young. You shouldn’t have to deal with men like Newt Simpson or that junior stud Rick for a long time yet.”
The top of her uniform was loose, but Betsy hardly noticed that it was being removed. She was relaxing under the healing flow of words.
“Ohhhh, look at you! You’re just a baby,” Grace sighed. “He bruised your pretty little nubbins!”
The blonde stood so close that her perfume filled Betsy’s head, dulling her response when a warm, gentle hand cupped and fondled her firm, cupcake-sized breasts. “Men are rough, honey. You’ll just have to expect them to be rough with you.” Grace purred and whispered and Betsy shivered when the woman’s expert fingers found her pink nipple buds and twisted and tweaked them into hard little points.
“A pretty baby like you should be treated lovingly,” Grace sighed. She unzipped the uniform skirt and let it fall down over Betsy’s slim hips. “You should have someone who can love you and make you feel happy… there aren’t many men who know how to do that for a girl.”
Betsy knew that something was wrong, but she felt so relaxed and limp that she couldn’t make her mind tell her what it was. She felt like a little child when Grace turned her around and knelt to pull both her uniform and panties down. She made no move to cover her naked sex. Grace gently pushed her backward and the pretty brunette sat down on the toilet cover and lifted one leg and then the other while the blonde pulled her panties down over her shoes and then removed the shoes.
Betsy was naked and she knew that Grace was staring at her, but somehow it didn’t make her feel threatened. The older woman fiddled with the shower knobs until the water was just right.
The soothing sting of the water jets hit Betsy’s face and her shoulders, sending cascades of warm water down her slim body. It felt so nice that Betsy began to smile. The glass shower door clicked and Betsy looked up just in time to see Grace shrug out of her robe and step into the shower beside her. It all seemed so natural that Betsy didn’t mind when the blonde took the soap and washcloth.
Betsy peeked at Grace out of the corner of her eye. She was impressed. The woman’s large breasts were still firm and round with only the faintest hint of a sag. Grace’s belly was softly rounded and between her full, round thighs grew a thick patch of dark but natural blonde hair.
The naked woman put the soap back in the dish and moved closer so that she could wash Betsy’s shoulders and down her slim back. As she did, the stiff, darkened flesh of her nipples brushed against Betsy, tracing invisible circles on the surprised little girl’s wet, soapy flesh.
“Someday you’ll be a beautiful woman. But even now you are a lovely little thing.”
Betsy blushed but still smiled. It made her feel good to know that this attractive adult thought that she was pretty. The wash cloth was working back and forth over her firm, high riding, buttocks and Betsy was still thinking about what Grace had said when she parted her feet a little and leaned forward so that Grace could work in between her fleshy cheeks.
“Did either of them hurt you here?”
The question caught her off stride and Betsy shuddered when she felt a soapy finger press against the tight rosette of her rectal opening.
“Newt didn’t put his big fat cock in your sweet little ass, did he?”
The soft, soothing atmosphere of the room changed in one blinding second. Betsy began to tremble, her dark eyes popped open and a small groan seeped out of her mouth when she felt Grace’s soap lubricated finger glide past the frantic grip of her anus and into her heated rectum!!
“Shhhh, don’t be frightened,” Grace pleaded with her. The woman wiggled her finger inside of Betsy’s ass and her free hand pressed against the shocked little girl’s belly, holding her in place. “I won’t hurt you the way they did. I know how to make all the pain and the worry go away. Just relax and let me show yo, Betsy, please!”
Grace’s soapy hand slid down until it cupped the whole of Betsy’s hairless mound. Instantly the beautiful little girl felt a ripple of delighted response and her suddenly tensed muscles began to soften and turn to butter.
The blonde was pressing against her. Their naked bodies were wet and soapy and excited Betsy as they rubbed and wiggled against each other. Grace moaned happily and pressed one of her fingers between the fat lips of Betsy’s baby slit. The little girl gasped and shook. The woman had fingers in her front and rear and she had to pull herself up on her tiptoes to keep from being hurt.
“Ooooo, Mrs… I mean Grace… don’t… ohhhh!!” She couldn’t help herself. The wiggling and touching was more than she could ignore and the lovely little girl found herself clutching the naked woman and pressing her slippery body against hers.
Grace chuckled and kissed the shocked little girl on the lips while her fingers danced and twisted in her tight openings. “It feels nice, doesn’t it, honey? I knew that you’d like it. All you had to do was feel it and I knew that you would dig my brand of loving.”
There was nothing she could do. Betsy felt like a puppet. She couldn’t even force herself to move without the blonde’s guidance.
“Come with me, little lover,” Grace moaned as she edged toward the door. Finally the excited blonde was forced to gently pull her fingers out of Betsy’s ass and her tight pussy so that she could shut off the water and grab a large, fluffy towel so that she could dry her off.
Betsy was tingling all over when Grace dropped to her knees and began to blot away the drops of water that covered Betsy’s flawless tender flesh. The naked little girl made a mewling sound when the handsome woman kissed then licked at her small breasts while she dried her slim thighs and bottom.
Grace didn’t pause to dry herself. She caught Betsy by the hand and almost ran to her bedroom!
Betsy felt herself being picked up then laid out on a wide bed. The covers had been pulled down and she loved the feel of freshly washed sheets against her naked body.
Grace sighed as she slowly lay down beside Betsy. When she reached out to touch her, the little girl could see Grace’s hand shake with excitement. “Just stay with me,” the older woman pleaded. “I won’t be mean to you the way that Newton and Ricky were. I’ll make you feel soooo good.”
Betsy couldn’t believe what was happening. She’d heard about women who liked to make love to women but she’d never really believed it. Until now. The strangest thing was that now that she was over the first shock, she was enjoying it!
“Do you like me? Do I look pretty to you, Betsy?” Grace lay pressed against the little girl’s side. She was propped up on one elbow and it was simple for her to lean forward and press one of her ivory white tits against the child’s pink lips. “Kiss it for me! Show me that you like me and I’ll do things for you that you won’t believe!!”
A funny trembling sensation shook her, but Betsy didn’t hesitate. The pretty little girl opened her lips and began to gently suck and pull on her new friend’s thick, stiff nipple.
“Ummmm, that’s perfect,” the blonde breathed. Grace began a slow, deliberate circular caress with her open palm, letting it lightly brush over Betsy’s flesh. The naked child shivered when the palm grazed her own sweaty nipples and she sucked even harder at the warm tit. She used both small hands to pull it up to her lips and help her suck even more of it into her mouth.
The hand moved in an ever downward spiral and by the time that the outstretched tips of Grace’s fingers touched the swelling of her puffy vulva, Betsy had spread her legs wide, lifting and splaying them in an innocently obscene attitude of invitation.
“Awh, you’re already wet,” Grace cooed happily. “You greedy little devil! You’re wet and making my fingers slippery and sticky!” The fingers drew back from her cunt and Betsy watched with breathless excitement as the blonde brought her fingers to her lips and sucked them clean.
A new, stronger sense of excitement and desire swept through the little girl. Her hands moved down over the naked woman’s hip and belly until her small fingers could twine and explore in the thick patch of pubic curls that hid her mature sex from view.
Grace moaned and hugged Betsy tight for a moment, letting the little girl poke a clumsy finger deep into her own lube soaked cunt. Then the attractive blonde pushed the little girl away.
Betsy was surprised. She didn’t understand what Grace wanted until the older woman’s hands pulled and tugged at her and guided her until she was sitting astride her chest. Her firm little ass mashed the woman’s meaty breasts flat as she wiggled with excitement.
“I’ll make the sting go away,” Grace whispered as she stared up at the excited girl. Grace’s hands caught each cheek of Betsy’s bottom and jerked her closer. Close enough so that she could lift her head slightly and thrust her red, wet tongue directly between the fleshy lips of her baby vulva!!
“Agghh!! Oh, you… you shouldn’t do that,” the shocked child gasped. “That’s nasty and dirty, you shouldn’t… unnngggghhh!!”
The little girl’s eyes lit up and a wide, beaming smile changed her face when the flat blade of the woman’s tongue dove into her and speared into the sore neck of her vagina. Betsy squealed as she watched the nasty thing that Grace Borden was doing to her. The naked child lifted her pelvis so that she had a clear view of the blonde’s extended tongue as it spread the velvet smooth lips of her cunt and lapped and twisted in her.
Each time that the tip of Grace’s searching tongue found the firm nub of her love knot, Betsy would groan and wiggle, the bouncy cheeks of her little ass would rub against the big breasts beneath her, and she realized that she had never been so excited in her life!! But the excitement wasn’t over yet. Grace had another thrill in store for her, a thrill that turned Betsy’s whirling mind to putty and killed the last traces of resistance that she might have clung to.
The handsome woman’s hands were still pulling Betsy forward. They lifted and pushed at the same time rocking the slim little girl up on her knees and leaving the trembling cheeks of her bottom defenseless.
Betsy felt Grace’s fingers pressing against her rear again and knew what was going to happen. But the naked child wasn’t prepared for the powerful jolt of twisted pleasure that she felt when the woman’s long forefinger, wet with the froth that was bubbling out of her pussy, jabbed into her anus and didn’t stop penetrating until it was in her to the knuckle!
“Oooogggghhh,” the startled child moaned. Betsy’s head snapped back. Her slim body arched backward and she scrubbed her wet cunt against Grace’s face while the woman stretched and opened her tight rear sheath!! “Unnnggghhh, that feels… gooood!!”
The muscles in Betsy’s slim thighs were straining. Her toes were splayed wide like claws as she wiggled and rolled her trim little bottom. She could hear Grace grunting and gasping as she fought for air, but Betsy still couldn’t stop. She had to go on and on. She had to feel everything, experience and taste everything that there was for her!!!
“Hunnnggghh… huuuhhh!!” She could not breathe. Betsy gasped and struggled to fill her lungs with air. The finger in her burning anus was spinning and twirling and the firm, wet tongue buried in her pussy was slapping and ramming at her like a pulpy jackhammer. The naked child hunched her back and squealed loudly when the first waves of her orgasm hit her.
“Aaaaagh… I’m… I’m… aaaaiiiieeee!!” It was wonderful. Betsy squealed and whimpered. The tongue and the finger popped in and out of her bottom, making her slim body twist and jiggle like a mindless top.
The moaning little girl’s legs gave out and when Grace’s head fell back on the pillow and her hands dropped away, Betsy slipped sideways and fell face down on the bed. The little brunette was so stunned and so tired that she couldn’t even roll over and fell asleep where she was.
She had no idea what time it was, but when the beautiful sensations awoke her, Betsy found herself lying halfway across Grace’s naked body. The sighing blonde had pressed one of her tits back in Betsy’s mouth and she was using her free hand to lightly rub and flick the naked little girl’s clitoris back to life while she slept.
Betsy sighed and began to roll her hips. It felt nice to be made love to, especially when she was so sleepy and warm. Grace took advantage of her mood. Betsy didn’t try to resist when she felt herself being lifted again, nor was she surprised when she found herself lying face down on the blonde’s naked body, her pretty lips pressing against the perfumed silk of her pubic hairs.
“Do it for me, little baby! Suck my pussy just the way that I sucked yours!”
Betsy heard Grace’s voice. It sounded like it was coming from miles and miles away. The sleepy girl looked down and shivered when she saw the moist lips of the woman’s cunt glisten under the hair. For a second, Betsy hesitated, but then Grace’s fingers began to tease and explore between her opened thighs and the lovely fire was burning bright inside of her again.
The naked little girl used her fingers to spread the meaty lips of the woman’s cunt and dropped her head. She heard Grace gasp and felt her begin to tremble the instant that her pointed little tongue found the distended tip of her clitoris.
“Oooohhh! Ohhh, little baby, lick it, lick it harder!!” Betsy smiled to herself and did it again, this time letting her tongue glide over the clit and into the moist, open throat of Grace’s vagina. The naked blonde bucked, her big tits rubbed against Betsy’s thighs and her finger crawled back inside of her baby pussy.
“This is nice! I don’t care what anyone says! I like this!!”
Without watching where it fell, Betsy dropped her dress and stood dressed in nothing but her tight blue panties. The lovely girl stared at her reflection in the full length mirror that stood in the dingy, crowded dressing room of the Majestic Theater.
Betsy wasn’t certain how she felt about what she saw. The slim twelve-year-old stared at the firm but terribly small globes of her breasts and sighed unhappily. Compared to Grace’s large, smooth breasts, hers were pimples!
Oooohhhhh, you shouldn’t have done that Betsy told herself but it was already too late. The lovely little girl tried not to think about the older woman, but no matter how hard she tried a small, secret smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth. You know how it makes you feel when you think about her, a little voice whispered in her ear. But Betsy ignored the whisper and a soft, dreamy look crept into her large dark eyes.
She felt a funny, soft feeling in her belly and rubbed her open palm over the firm outline of her little pussy. Far in the back of her mind, Betsy Morrison knew that what she’d been doing for the past three days was nasty and perverted, but the memory of how Grace’s firm, slick tongue could make her gasp and squeal for what felt like hours at a time was so strong that Betsy knew that she couldn’t stop seeing her.
Since that first night that they’d spent together Grace had been with her or on her mind every second. Julia hadn’t minded. She was so wrapped up with Mr. Henry that she didn’t notice that Betsy was never home.
The pretty little girl giggled happily when she remembered how she’d managed to evade Rick and Mr. Simpson. Each time that either man tried to corner her and talk to her, Grace would manage to show up and cramp their styles! Ohhhh, it felt nice to squeeze and play with her moistening pussy. Lazily Betsy watched her fingers press and wiggle against the silky material of her panties. Grace had taught her to do this, she’d always felt sort of funny and embarrassed when she masturbated before, but the older woman showed her how nice it was. Grace even showed Betsy how she played with her hairy nest when there was no one else around.
Betsy saw a dark spot growing at the front of her panties and it made her feel warm and melty inside when she realized that it was her own love juice squirting out of her tight vagina and oiling the tender membranes of her vulva.
It was so early. Betsy felt funny being at work at ten in the morning but this was her first chance to work the film club and she didn’t want to pass up the extra twenty dollars that Newton Simpson promised her for working it. Kathy was already dressed and downstairs so reluctantly the smiling little girl stopped touching and squeezing her tingling sex and slipped into the form-fitting uniform.
Betsy was down the stairs and moving through the lobby before she realized that there was something very unusual about the members of the film club, they were all men! Everywhere she looked the little girl saw men, older men for the most part and many of them wore overcoats, even though it was summer.
As she bustled about, opening doors and helping Rick take tickets Betsy slowly became aware of the warm, lingering glances that the patrons gave her. At first the twelve-year-old was flustered and upset but slowly she realized what those looks were trying to tell her and the firm, smooth lips of her vulva grew hot and moist.
Betsy turned, looking for Kathy, but when she saw the older girl she was standing in a dark corner of the lobby, a tall man in front of her. The shocked little brunette wasn’t certain, but she thought she saw Kathy’s hand pressed against the front of the tall man’s slacks!!
Before Betsy could even be sure of what she was seeing, the music for the first film blared to life in the theater and all the men in the lobby hurried inside. Acting automatically, Betsy moved down the aisle doors and closed them. She was so caught up in her private thoughts that she didn’t bother to look up and see what was being shown on the screen.
What is it? What is going on? The questions in her mind bewildered the little girl because she could think of no answer. Grace would have the answer, but when she turned to the candy counter the little girl was amazed to find it dark and closed down. Grace wasn’t there.
“What’s the matter, chick? You look like something just bit you.”
Betsy whirled on her heel and found Rick standing before her, a knowing grin on his handsome face. “Didn’t your precious Grace tell you about the film club? That’s not a very good sign, is it?”
Betsy didn’t know what he was saying. The pretty little girl stared at the young head usher and helplessly shook her head. A slow, pleased smile creased Rick’s youthful face. Moving confidently Rick caught Betsy by the arm and led her to one side of the lobby. “What I’m saying is that dear old Gracie has done her part and now she’s throwing you back to the wolves.”
The little girl was more confused than ever and she hated that smile on Rick’s face. She jerked her arm free of his grasp but he moved in front of her and barred her escape.
“Let me go,” Betsy hissed angrily. “I don’t have to let you make me… do things.”
Rick just grinned.
“I’ll tell Mr. Simpson. He won’t put up with you bothering me!!”
Rick scowled. His face looked cold and angry when he answered her. “You stupid little twat! Who do you think runs this mess? You’d better wise up and do it quick!”
Before she could protest, Rick caught Betsy by the arm again and forcibly pushed her towards the main aisle of the theater. “Take a look at what the film club is watching this morning and then tell me about what Simpson won’t put up with around here!”
The head usher jerked the doors open and shoved Betsy into the auditorium, stepping in behind her so that he could keep his painful grip on her elbow.
Betsy didn’t have any idea of what she was supposed to see but when the pretty little girl recovered her balance and looked up at the screen she thought that her heart would stop!
The lovely brunette felt her knees shake and knew that she was crying silently as she watched a pretty blonde bend her head and pop the swollen, leaking head of some faceless man’s penis in her open mouth! Betsy’s belly lurched and she wanted to scream, but before she could make a sound Rick had clapped a hand over her open mouth while he whispered urgently in her ear.
“How do you like it? This is the film club, all the perverts and nuts in town come here two mornings a week and watch this shit! Do you think that the man who runs this will give a damn if I screw around with you? You’re just another cunt, honey, and all he cares about is that you be around and in good shape for what he has in mind for you!”
Betsy heard the words but their impact was softened by the flashing images on the screen. The camera was focused on a pretty little girl. She was only nine or ten and she sat naked on a man’s knee. Betsy felt a chill race up and down her spine when she realized what would happen. The man in the movie was naked too and the giggling little child was stroking and squeezing his erect prick with her tiny fist.
Oooooh, nooooo, that voice whispered in Betsy’s mind. She’s just a baby, she’s too young for him to do that to her. Betsy hadn’t given a thought to the obvious fact that she was only a few years older than the little girl in the movie. Her entire attention was focused on the screen and the terrible thing that she was watching.
Betsy didn’t notice when Rick drew her down in a seat and sat beside her as they watched the naked man lift the little girl and swing her high over his rampant cock before bringing her down. The giggling little girl sat with her plump thighs spread wide on either side of the man’s thighs. She sat with her back to him and in such a way that it looked as if his upthrust cock was growing up from between her legs.
There was no sound but somehow Betsy knew exactly what was being said when the man leaned forward and began to whisper in the little girl’s ear and stroke her naked body at the same time.
The pretty little blonde giggled again and nodded. Her small hands clamped around the swollen, vein wreathed shaft of the man’s prick and made obscene frigging motions on it. The man threw his head back and Betsy was sure that she could hear the echo of his pleased moan. One of the man’s hands pressed down over the naked child’s belly and then he inserted a finger in the pink and white slit of her bottom.
Betsy’s own little love box began to burn and drip. She was disgusted with herself, but the images that she was watching were so strong and so exciting that she couldn’t help herself.
On screen the little girl giggled again and turned her head to whisper something to the man. Strong hands gripped the blonde child by the waist and she was lifted about a foot off the man’s lap. The camera zoomed in and when the focus settled the audience was awarded with a terrible close up of an adult, bloated cockhead entering the little girl’s slit.
Betsy heard a groan rise up from the men in the audience and that sound set something off inside of her and before she knew what she was doing she was moaning along with them! The shaken little usherette watched with sick fascination as the huge knob of the man’s cock forced aside the soft folds of the little girl’s hairless vulva and disappeared inside of her. Betsy could see gleaming drops of love lube squirting out of the little girl’s gorged cunt and knew that a flow of her own was wetting the crotch of her panties.
The slender twelve-year-old was so engrossed in the awful, delicious scene before her that she offered no resistance when Rick pushed her forward and undid the zippers to her top and the short skirt that she wore.
The camera panned upward and the entire screen was filled with the grimacing face of the little blonde girl. Betsy knew what she was feeling, the memory of Newton Simpson’s big, hard prick filling her was still fresh and terrifyingly hot in her mind.
“You like it, don’t you? I thought that it would shake your day but I guess you’re a little tougher than I thought you were.”
She couldn’t answer him. Betsy’s attention was fixed on the screen and she shivered as she watched the man’s hands slowly guide the twisting, jerking body of the nine-year-old up and down on his massive cock. Betsy was sure that she could make out the outline of his prick under the flesh of the little girl’s flat belly and watched with growing excitement as it moved up and down, stretching and pulling her baby vagina, making room in her small body for itself.
The top of her uniform was loose and Betsy was aware of Rick’s hand as it slid upward, over her fibs. She gasped, then moaned when his fingers closed around her firm little breast and squeezed it. But even then she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen.
A third performer had appeared. It was the blonde woman that she’d seen sucking the naked man’s prick. She was on her knees before him and, as he raised and lowered the groaning little girl on his prick, the woman leaned forward and began to lick and flick at the child’s hairless pussy with a long, red tongue!!
A couple passed between the screen and the first row, catching Betsy’s attention for a moment. It was the other usherette, Kathy, and she was taking a man back behind the screen! For the first time Betsy realized the purpose of having that bed back there and she was shaken beyond words!
The pretty twelve-year-old’s eyes flickered back to the screen and then she shuddered as a close up of the woman’s tongue waggling and slithering over the little girl’s clit assaulted her senses. Memories of how good it felt to be licked like that shook Betsy and made the flames that were already burning inside of her leap high and out of control.
The pretty little usherette felt insistent hands tugging at her loosened skirt and she gave no thought to the fact that she was in a hall with close to two hundred men. She lifted off the seat and let Rick slip her clothing to the floor.
Betsy fell back in her seat. The pretty girl’s panties and skirt hung at her ankles, her uniform top was loosened and had been rolled up over her belly so that from the waist down she was naked.
“You want some of that, don’t you?”
Rick’s question stung and burned in Betsy’s brain. The pretty little girl shuddered as she watched the man on the screen increase the pace and cruelly slam the little girl down on his blood hard cock.
“You need the feel of a prick, I know you do,” the handsome head usher whispered.
Rick’s fingers pressed in between her own slender thighs and the girl spread them as wide as she could, hampered only by the wadded clothing that still clung around her ankles.
Rick’s forefinger found the lube slick lips of her own hairless little sex and while Betsy watched the other man fuck the little girl, the finger sank deep into her newly opened love sheath. A long, shuddering sigh oozed out of the little girl’s mouth and her hips began a shameless wiggling as she worked the tight mouth of her pussy around the finger, clamping down on it as if it was a long, slender prick working in and out of her.
“Ooooohhhhh, I can feel that old Newt has been busy,” Rick breathed in surprise. “He fucked you! He broke your cherry didn’t he?”
She didn’t want to tell him. It was private and personal, but the feel of Rick’s slick finger working back and forth over her stiff clit loosened Betsy’s tongue and the humiliated little girl heard herself babbling to him in response.
“Ooooohhh, yesssss!! Annnnggghhhhh, Ricky it feels so nice, do it faster!!”
The head usher snorted angrily and fumbled with his own clothing. Betsy wasn’t surprised when her hand was jerked forward and her fingers were pressed tight around the young man’s erect, throbbing cock. “Ahhhhhh, it feels so long and so hard!”
She loved it. Betsy’s eyes were riveted on the screen and while she watched the man cum in the little girl and followed the thick rivulets of cum squirt out of her tiny cunt, her fingers rapidly jerked up and down on Rick’s cock.
“Do you want to cum? Do you need it now, baby?” Rick’s question was crude and to the point, but Betsy didn’t care. The little girl was past embarrassment and shame. All she could do was obey the hot, urgent demands of her body.
“Ohhhhhhh… yessssss, I want to cum, Ricky. Make me cum, please!” Before she finished her plea the pretty, half naked little girl was pulled crosswise in her seat and her head was pressed down in the head usher’s lap.
All that she could hope for was that she would make him so happy that he would give her what she needed. Betsy didn’t hesitate. Her lips formed an oval and she dropped her head, forcing the tangy knob of Rick’s erect penis deep in her mouth. At the same time her cheeks hollowed and she began to eagerly nurse and pull on his prick.
The handsome usher jumped and then groaned. Betsy felt both of his hands on her head guiding her up and down over his pulsating shaft and she was shocked to realize how happy and delighted she was to feel his hard meat pushing and bumping against the roof of her mouth. For days Grace had been telling her how awful and disgusting men were, but now she remembered how exciting and fulfilling they were as well!!
Betsy was lost in a rapture that left her open and defenseless. Another pair of hands was moving over the naked spheres of her bottom, but she didn’t give it a thought until she heard Rick laugh and push harder at the top of her bobbing head, then she realized what was happening. It was someone else’s hands. Rick couldn’t have four of them!
The pretty child moaned and tried to lift her head away from the drooling head of Rick’s long, jerking cock but the excited usher wouldn’t let her. She tried to turn her head and see who was playing with her bottom but all she could see was the vague outline of another man.
A finger moved down between the firm cheeks of her ass and found the wet mouth of her pussy. Betsy moaned again and shuddered as the stranger’s finger slipped into her already wet and lubricated cunt and began to move around and around. She knew that she should fight it, but the warm delicious feeling that the finger gave her was too much to ignore and the pretty child moaned and wiggled her exposed bottom while she eagerly sucked and pulled on the hard prick that filled her mouth.
It only took a few knowing strokes and she was on fire!! Betsy squealed, the sound muffled and muted by the fat spear of flesh that she was sucking on. She shook her bottom and rolled her hips, helping the faceless man’s finger twist and turn inside of her. But Betsy’s moans of pleasure turned to groans of fear and pain as another finger wet itself in the drool that was pouring out of her and began to press hard against the wrinkled rosette of her tender anal passage!!
“Ouuuuwwww, dun’t du thut,” the pretty child mumbled. But the man behind her ignored Betsy’s garbled plea for mercy and pressed again. This time his lubricated finger popped past her clenched sphincter and slid deep in the hot, pulsating grip of her rectum. “Ouuuuuwwww, ut hurts. Pluze, dun’t du thus tu muh!!!”
The man’s other finger was still working back and forth over her swollen distended clitoris and each time that it mashed it flat Betsy would gasp and suck a little harder on the cock that she held in her moist little oral cavity.
The worst part, the part that frightened and bewildered the small brunette, was the fact that she liked it! The feel of the thick finger twisting and turning in her rear made the lovely twelve year old jump and buck. She couldn’t resist the impulse to respond and soon she was ramming her defenseless ass back against the stranger’s hand, helping him force the full length of his two fingers into the slack and softened openings in her tender bottom.
Betsy groaned and snuffled. Her wet tongue lashed back and forth over Rick’s hard prick while she sucked on and on. The taste of the head usher’s penis filled her mouth and the thought that soon she would taste his white, creamy cum only made her more excited than ever.
“Aggghhhh, that’s the way,” Rick panted as he pressed Betsy’s head even deeper into his lap. The little girl moaned, her wind was cut off when the fat head of his prick filled her throat but before she could fight her way clear of it the knob jerked and a warm stream of cum shot straight down her throat and into her waiting belly.
The lovely little twelve-year-old gasped for breath. When she was allowed to pull back, she felt a hot shower of cum hit her cheek and managed to stuff the cockhead back into her pursed mouth before the next hot jet of semen spurted out.
The fingers in her pussy and her burning ass continued to twist and turn and as she greedily sucked and nursed on the spouting cock they brought her to her climax and she howled. Long strings of cum dangled from her mouth when the little girl lifted her head and called out. She was aware of the cum hitting her eyes and her nose and aware of the heads that were turning in her direction, but that didn’t matter. What did matter was the brilliant stabbing pains of her orgasm and the lovely, melting way that she felt. “Aaaaaaiiiiieeee, keep it up!!! Oooooooo, please do it faster and faster… Unnnnngggggg!!!”
You’ll be just like that, Betsy told herself. No matter what you tell yourself now, they’ll turn you into something like that if you let them. The theater was empty and Betsy stood peeking into the ladies lounge watching Kathy tiredly lean over the wash basin and try to wipe away the white crusty cum marks from her body.
Every time that she moved, Betsy was shaken by the stinging pain that came from her stretched anal opening. The movies had been over for more than an hour, but it only seemed like moments ago that Rick and that man, a man that she’d never seen, had whipped and worked her into that long series of orgasms in the back row. The little brunette nervously ran a finger from her own lips down over her chin and to her throat. She wanted to make sure that none of the dried cum was still on her too.
Kathy hadn’t said a word to her when she finally appeared from behind the screen and staggered up the stairs to the lounge. Consumed by curiosity she’d followed the older girl and watched while Kathy stripped her wrinkled uniform away and used paper towels to scrub at the stains covered her firm, up tilted breasts.
As worried and shocked as she was, Betsy was still aware of the tingle that she felt deep in her belly when she looked at the saucy, still stiff nipples that grew up from the firm globes of the seventeen-year-old’s breasts and for a moment she wondered ff Grace had taken her home too?
Did she do that? Did she take her home and put her on her bed so that she could suck and lick at her the way that she did with me? Betsy felt the evil flicker of jealousy burning in her before she realized what she was doing to herself. For the first time the little girl understood what had been happening to her since she came to the Majestic and that realization shook her to the core!
The little girl trembled when she imagined what it would be like if she were caught in the mess that she saw brewing here. Julia would be so shocked and hurt and how would she feel about herself if everyone knew the awful things that she’d been doing since she came to work here?
Of course it wasn’t as simple as all that. Betsy still wasn’t certain how she felt about her mother now. After seeing and hearing her with Dave Henry her vision of her mother was blurred and unsettled. But the idea of having it known what she had been doing made Betsy’s mind up for her. The pretty little girl could see the sneering, knowing looks that her friends would give her and the idea of having to talk to the police about what had happened was too awful to even think about!
I’ll quit. We’ll just have to do without all the extra money, Betsy told herself as she turned away from the lounge door and headed for Mr. Simpson’s office door. They’re all crazy, I’m not going to be here when the trouble starts!!
There was no doubt in Betsy’s mind about what she was going to do when she knocked on Newton’s door, then barged in without waiting for an answer. She was going to quit and she was going to make sure that she didn’t let him touch her while she talked to him!
“Mr. Simpson? I have to talk to you about something imp…” Betsy stopped in mid-sentence because the theater manager wasn’t alone in his office. Another man sat across from the desk, a handsome older man with distinguished graying hair. He was wearing a beautifully tailored suit.
Betsy began to tremble and tried to back out of the door. But instead of being angry, Mr. Simpson smiled at her and motioned for her to come to his desk. The little girl was too surprised and off balance to refuse. After a moment’s hesitation she stepped back into the office and shyly approached the desk. “See? I told you that she was nice. You don’t have to worry about me, I know how to pick my staff.”
The man on the other side of the desk nodded in answer to Newt’s boast and calmly eyed Betsy from head to toe. The slim little girl saw the heat and the interest in the older man’s eyes and shivered. She didn’t want him to touch her. She wanted to leave and never come back, but there was something about the other man, something that rattled her completely. He looked just like her daddy!!
“Come here, baby,” the older man said in a low voice. “I want a better look at you.” His voice even sounded like Daddy’s! The little girl wanted to cry as she slowly moved towards the graying man’s outstretched hand.
“Betsy… this is… uh, Mr. Baker, Harold Baker,” Newton mumbled as Betsy took the man’s hand. The slim little usherette knew that Baker wasn’t really his name, but she didn’t care. All she wanted to do was go closer to him and see if he still reminded her of her dead father.
“Mr. Baker is in charge of the Majestic and… other places for the company,” Newton said softly. “I was just telling him how… good you are at your job and how… worthwhile you’ll be to us soon.”
For the first time Betsy understood. She realized that the wasn’t talking about the movie house. He was talking about the men who came to the film club and what went on in the bed behind the screen. She wondered where they would put her cot, when she was ready, in the dressing room?
Despite her understanding, the little girl wasn’t upset. She stared into Mr. Baker’s eyes and felt that warm, gushing feeling in her pussy.
He was just like Daddy and now she realized something, something that had been hidden from her all those years. She wished that Mr. Baker was Daddy, because she knew what he wanted from her and she knew that she wanted him to have it! It would have been so exciting if Daddy had wanted her like that!!
“Do you like working for us, honey? Now that you’ve been here for a while, do you think that you’d like to stay with us?”
Here was her chance. Betsy knew that all she would have to do was tell him that she wanted to leave and she could do it. But when the pretty little girl stared deep into the handsome, gray haired man’s eyes no words came to her.
Mr. Baker smiled at Betsy and gently pulled her closer. His fingers felt warm and gentle on the bare flesh of her wrist and when they started to move up her arm all she could do was tremble with anticipation.
“You are a pretty girl, that’s good. A pretty girl can do well with us, she can have fun and make a lot of money at the same time. Do you like that idea, little girl?”
Betsy shuddered and watched as Mr. Baker’s hand tightened around her elbow and he used his gnp to gently pull her up on his lap. Newton Simpson coughed and started to get up from his chair, but Mr. Baker used his free hand to motion him back.
“You don’t have to leave, does he, honey? Why don’t you make us all a drink, then we can call that other girl you have here and we’ll have a short party up here.”
The ice in her glass slid forward and clunked against her teeth. Betsy had just finished her drink in one big gulp, the way that Mr. Baker told her to. The pretty little usherette coughed and gasped for air when the fire of the whiskey exploded in her rummy.
It was her first experience with drinking and Betsy had just finished her second drink. “Ohhhh, it makes me feel… dizzy,” Betsy murmured as she sat her empty glass down and leaned back against Mr. Baker’s shoulder.
The pretty little girl could hear the man laugh and feel the vibrations against her spine. He’d taken off his suit coat — and she was even more aware of his body heat as the older man hugged her tight.
Betsy giggled. She could feel Mr. Baker’s prick stirring and stiffening under her and she surprised herself with her own boldness when she wiggled her bottom against it. The slender little brunette heard the man behind her grunt and felt his big hand land on her bare thigh and start upward.
The office was dark. Newton had pulled the drapes and he was sitting across the room with Kathy. Betsy strained her eyes and saw that the theater manager clinched with the older girl, their arms were wrapped around each other as they kissed.
Betsy sighed and wiggled her bottom again. Just watching Kathy respond to Newt’s touch was making her feel funny and soft inside. She’d forgotten how nice it was to be kissed by a man, to feel his stubble lightly scratch her face and taste the cigarette tobacco on his lips. Grace was nice and excited her, but the little girl realized that she needed more, at least some of the time.
Mr. Baker’s hand was under her skirt, but it was moving too slow to suit Betsy and the slender little girl pulled the skirt up and jerked the leg band of her panties aside so that he could touch her.
“Ohhhhhh, you’re learning fast,” the handsome man who held her whispered. Betsy gasped and stiffened as he pressed a stiffened finger into the moist grip of her baby pussy. “Newton told me that he was the first inside of you, is that right?”
Betsy was embarrassed, but she nodded as she rolled her hips again. The finger burrowed deeper inside of her and it felt so nice that she almost had a tiny climax! “Is he the only one? Has anyone else ever fucked you, honey? Have you let some other stud shove it to you yet?”
“Huuuuuh! Noooooo,” Betsy gushed as he wiggled his finger back and forth over her stiff little love bud. “Noooooo, it scared me, I… I didn’t want to let anyone do it to me again.”
The second that she answered him Betsy felt Mr. Baker’s prick jump and butt hard against her bottom. The pretty child moaned with pleased anticipation and reached between her open legs so that she could cup the fat outline of his heavy balls.
“You’re not afraid now, I can tell that you’re ready again,” Mr. Baker’s voice was so soft and low that it sounded like he was humming to her. Betsy couldn’t answer him, she couldn’t make a sound.
“I’m glad that no one else has been in you, baby,” the man whispered as he lifted Betsy and put her on her feet. They worked together and in seconds she was naked except for her shoes. “I wish that I had known about you because I would have been the first!”
The naked, little girl shivered as she watched Mr. Baker strip. She darted a nervous glance at Mr. Simpson and Kathy but she needn’t have worried. The two on the couch were already half naked and Kathy lay back while Newton was busy sucking and pulling on her stiff nipples.
Betsy swayed on her feet and for the first time realized that she was almost drunk. The pretty little brunette giggled and shook her head, letting her long dark hair dance and swing around her head.
All that Mr. Baker was wearing was his shorts. Before he could pull them down, Betsy moved to him and hooked her own small fingers in the waist band of his straining shorts.
It was funny. Betsy knew that the whole situation was weird but in spite of that, she felt at home and natural. Every time that the little girl looked up into the handsome man’s face she was reminded of her father and the idea of standing naked before her daddy, pulling down his shorts excited her. Betsy couldn’t bring herself to look at Mr. Baker’s hard-on until she’d managed to jerk his tight shorts down to his knees. Then, her knees shaking, Betsy looked and the sight of his thick, hairy column set off a small skyburst rocket in her belly and made the delicate muscles in her tight love sheath strain and clamp down!!
Remembering what she’d seen in the movie, the pretty little girl used both hands to grip the sighing man’s throbbing cock. Betsy hesitated for a second, enjoying the feel of the big fleshy spear as it throbbed against her palms, then she began to move her hands up and down.
“Ummmmm, that’s good,” Mr. Baker sighed as he leaned against the desk and watched the naked child jack him off. “You have a talent for this, you’re a natural!” He patted her head and used his fingers to pull Betsy’s long hair back from her face. His other hand drifted down from her shoulders and was gently squeezing and stroking the firm buds of her little breasts. Betsy shivered and pressed closer to him. She loved the feel of his hands, especially when she pretended that they were Daddy’s.
“Lick it, honey,” Mr. Baker sighed. “Get my cock all wet and slippery so that I can slip it in you. Lick it all over.” She’d only been waiting for the invitation. Betsy took a deep breath and bent her head.
“Ooooooggghhhh, that’s nice,” the gray-haired man sighed. “That’s good as it can get!” He had turned and was shoving the things on the top of Newt’s desk aside. Betsy shivered happily as she worked the dripping blade of her tongue up and down his thick cock. She liked the taste and feel of it and the idea that she was wetting it so that it could crawl into her belly made her love Mr. Baker’s cock all the more.
She’d worked her way to the tip and after licking and slobbering around the underside, the naked little girl popped the bloated tip of the older man’s big dong into her mouth and began to suck on it. Without taking her ovaled lips away from the penis, Betsy turned her head slightly and peeked behind her. Kathy was on her knees before the couch and she was sucking on Newton Simpson’s big prick too. It made the little twelve-year-old feel grown up and important to be able to please men like this and it eased her mind when she realized that Kathy did the same things as she did.
“Ummmmm that’s good, honey,” Mr. Baker finally sighed as he pushed Betsy’s bobbing head away from his big slab of meat. “Now, come up here and show me what he taught you.”
Betsy was trembling with fear, but she didn’t resist. She allowed the naked man to lift her and sit her on the edge of the desk. Looking down at his throbbing cock, the pretty little girl felt like crying. She was still afraid and the thought of taking that big thing inside of her was suddenly almost more than she could bear!
“You’ll hurt me,” Betsy whimpered as Mr. Baker moved between her naked thighs. The man ignored her as he pulled her bottom close to the edge of the desk and began to press her backward, forcing the moaning little girl to lay flat on her back. “Please, let me suck it some more! I’m afraid, you’ll tear me and hurt me!!”
“Shhhhh, don’t worry,” Harold Baker sighed and soothed Betsy. The man ran his hands up and down over her naked body, lightly caressing and pinching her velvet smooth flesh. “I won’t hurt you. We’ll go slow. You’ll love it, believe me.”
It was terrible. Betsy was still afraid, but each time that he touched her, each time that he let his wandering fingers press and dip into her secret places, that fire in her belly grew stronger. Soon it would be too strong to ignore!
“Watch me, honey,” Mr. Baker whispered. “Watch me, lover.”
Betsy’s wide eyes were brimming with tears as she meekly did as she was told and lifted her head so that she could see. Mr. Baker held his big prick in his hand and was slowly, gently rubbing the purple knob of the glans against the parted lips of her little cunt.
The naked little girl gasped and stiffened on the desk top. The firm pads of her ass clenched together and lifted her moist chink. Again and then again the man rubbed the pulpy head of his prick between the folds could see as well as feel the glans kissing her distended little clitoris and sighed happily as waves of pleasure eddied and shifted in her.
“Spread your legs, honey,” the man panted as he pressed forward. “Lift them and spread them for me.”
Betsy moaned as she did. The lovely little girl gripped the hollows behind her knees and pulled her slim thighs all the way back to her shoulders. She could still see what Mr. Baker was doing to her and when he lowered the head of his lance and fitted it in the oozing mouth of her vagina the naked little girl whimpered and began to roll her hips in a feeble effort to escape penetration.
“Be still,” Harold sighed. “Don’t worry, honey, I won’t hurt you.” He used one hand to guide his bloated, saliva slick cock, and with the other hand he pressed down against her tummy, pinning Betsy to the desk top while he slowly thrust the first two inches of his big thing into her.
“Unnngggghhhh…” Betsy whimpered helplessly when she felt her tight vagina being stretched and opened. Nothing had been inside of her since that first time and this was almost as bad as it was then! “Ooooggghhhh you’re hurting me… awwwwwgggghhhh, please, Mr. Baker you are hurting me!!”
Harold Baker snorted and shook his head. His eyes were closed and he didn’t hear her. Betsy shivered and strained to pull her slender legs farther apart. It helped. Stretching her thighs seemed to make more room for his big prick that way.
“Ahhhhhh, God but you’re tight,” the man finally gasped.
Betsy moaned in answer. Looking down she could see more than half of his bloated stalk buried in her belly and the sight of it frightened her and thrilled her all at the same time.
“It’s going to feel good, honey, just relax and let it happen,” Harold whispered to her.
Betsy was about to answer him when he reached forward and covered the flattened buds of her small breasts with his warm palms.
“Shhhhhh, just relax, kid. Lay back and let me fuck you. You’ll love it in a few minutes!”
A dull, slow moving sensation was building up inside of her. Betsy’s legs were hurting and she was forced to drop them. She let them slide down around the naked man’s rib cage and hug his waist. The movement dropped her pelvis and the lovely little girl gasped in amazement when she realized that the funny sensation was pleasure!!
“Ohhhh…! Huuuuuuh!!” The sounds were gushing out of her as the gray-haired man’s cock advanced. It was getting thicker with each fraction of an inch and Betsy stared down at the long, throbbing hardon with awe. She couldn’t stop herself. The muscles of her ass clenched again and made her stinging, bruised little cunt jiggle around the stiff post that was slowly gliding into her. Mr. Baker grinned when he heard her moans of pain turn into sighs of pleasure. He increased the pressure, driving himself into her to the balls!!
Her vision was blurred and dancing when Betsy looked up at him again. This time the gray-haired man who towered over her and was intent on working his painfully big dong in and out of her looked more like Daddy than ever!
“Oooooooooo, Daddy,” the shaken little girl moaned as she wiggled and rolled her narrow hips. “It feels better now. Do it… I like it now!”
Mr. Baker looked surprised, then pleased. His eyes grew brighter and he smiled, showing his white even teeth.
“Oh yes? Would you like it with Daddy? Do you want Daddy to fuck you and make you cum and cum?” He sounded just like her daddy and that, combined with the lovely feel of his big, slippery prick beginning to move in and out of her broke the string for Betsy!!
“Oooooooohhhh, yesssss, Daddy. I want that! I didn’t know it before, but I want that so much!” The naked child shuddered and wiggled her smooth hairless body jerked and humped on the slick desk top. They both watched breathlessly as almost half of the swollen cock was withdrawn and they both groaned with pleasure as it jammed home again!
Betsy’s neck muscles were taut and stood under her flesh like straining bridge supports. Her flesh was crawling with excitement. The child’s hands gripped the gray-haired man’s shoulders and pulled as she fought to bring the stuffed oval of her bubbling little cunt closer to him. Harold Baker grunted and shook as he began to make long, smooth strokes into the pink and red mouth of the child’s hairless pussy.
Betsy heard a muffled, shuddering groan of pleasure from across the room and she raised her head to see what was happening. Kathy was on her hands and knees in the center of the room.
Newton knelt behind Kathy and he was the one making the moaning sounds as he sent thrust after flesh shaking thrust into the seventeen-year-old’s body. It only took a second for Betsy to realize that the theater manager’s big prick was buried in the girl’s anus! Betsy gasped and shook. She was afraid of that too, but even so she couldn’t drag her eyes away from the lewd sight.
Looking over his shoulder, Mr. Baker saw what Betsy was looking at and a new, hard sound crept into his voice. “Would you like that? Do you want Daddy to stick his big cock up your ass too?”
Betsy gasped and moaned. The muscles in her love sheath tightened painfully and she wiggled frantically on the end of her daddy’s big prick. “Noooooo,” she whimpered pitifully. “Nooooo, don’t do that to me, Daddy. Don’t I… couldn’t… ooooooohhhhhhhh!!!”
Mr. Baker snorted and then groaned as the child’s deliciously tight pussy clamped down on him. He bucked and thrust and each time that his big prick sank home it would drive the whimpering little girl back an inch.
“Agggghhhh, shake your ass, honey! Shake it, Daddy’s going to cum in you. Daddy’s going to fill his baby’s cunt with cum… agggghhhh!!!”
The warm gush inside of her stimulated Betsy. The naked child’s body arched up off the desk, her heels locked tight behind his back. Betsy was aware of how slick and hard to hold the big prick had become and she clamped down even harder on it, milking Mr. Baker’s frothy semen up from his shrinking balls with each pull.
“Ooooo… dadddddddyyy!!! I… Aaaaaaiiiiieeeeeeeeee!!!”
“Don’t work her tonight. Let her rest up a day and then start in on her again.” Mr. Baker’s words still rang and echoed in her ears. Betsy sat slumped on a stool in the dressing room and shook her head as she remembered what she’d heard as she lay sprawled on the desk. “You know what I want, Newt. That little sugar cunt can be worth big dollars to us. I want her broken in and on the string by the end of the month!”
They talked about her as if they owned her. Betsy tried to be angry about that but she was too tired and beaten down to manage. “On the string,” she wasn’t certain what that meant but she was sure that it wouldn’t be a good thing for her!
The pretty little girl looked around the empty dressing room. Kathy had already changed and left. Betsy frowned and felt a sick little tingle between her thighs when she thought about the redheaded usherette. Kathy hadn’t said a word to her when they got back to the dressing room. She hadn’t even looked at Betsy before she dressed and hurried out. As she slipped into her dress, the little girl found herself thinking about Kathy. And the more she thought the more confused and unsettled Betsy felt.
It’s no secret, she takes those men back there for money, Betsy told herself. The little twelve-year-old knew that was wrong and that she should not like the older girl. But whenever she thought about Kathy, Betsy remembered how pretty and nice she looked with Mr. Simpson. How her firm young breasts jiggled and bounced when she knelt before him and let him put his big prick in her… her ass!!!
Suddenly Betsy realized that she was getting excited again. Images of Kathy were mingling with images of Grace Borden until she wasn’t sure which was which! Did she want to do that with Kathy too? Betsy imagined slipping to her knees and kissing Kathy’s red pubic curls, imagined worming her tongue into Kathy’s cunny and tasting her love juice!
No! I have to stop thinking about things like that! I have to stop this. I don’t care what I promised Mr. Baker, I have to get out of here! A sudden wave of panic swept over her and the little girl only paused long enough to sweep up her purse before she darted out of the dressing room and down the stairs of the deserted theater!!
When she burst out the back door of the Majestic, the brilliant sunlight blinded Betsy for a moment. The pretty girl stood in the alley and tried to shade her dazzled eyes with her hand. She was so preoccupied that she didn’t see the big, balding man step out of a car where he’d been sitting and move up behind her!
There was no warning. Betsy felt a strong hand on her arm and before she could utter a sound at thick, emotional voice spoke in her ear!
“Shut up you little whore! Don’t you make a sound or I’ll break your arm!” He shook her and Betsy desperately nodded her head. She was too terrified to resist in any way.
“Get in the car,” the man beside her ordered. When Betsy didn’t move fast enough, he used his free hand to swat her hard across the bottom! The frightened little girl’s fingers fumbled with the handle, but before he could spank her again she had it open and could scramble inside.
She was terrified. The trembling twelve-year-old didn’t dare try to slip away when the big man shut her door and walked around to the driver’s side to get in. All she could do was huddle helplessly on the seat and peek at the grim-faced man out of the corner of her eye.
The man was almost totally bald. Only a short cut fringe of stubble showed around the back of his head. His face was large and meaty, the nose and the lips thick and scary looking.
Her abductor didn’t say a word as he started the car and pulled it out of the alley and into the afternoon traffic.
Betsy sat perfectly still, she wished that she could see someone she knew, but she wasn’t sure what she could do if she did.
The big man didn’t speak until they pulled out of the town and headed down a country road that led to the river. Then he turned his head and his dull gray eyes seemed to bore into her as he spoke.
“I saw you this morning… you may look like a pretty little girl but I know that you’re a whore, just like that redhead!!”
Betsy didn’t know how to react, she simply sat there and stared in amazement at the man.
“I was the one,” the bald man said. When Betsy made no response he got angrier and reached out to slap at her bare knee. “I was the one behind you. I played with that tight little ass of yours when you sucked that kid off!!”
A wave of fear and horror washed over her and for a second Betsy considered jumping out of the moving car. But the man was one step ahead of her. He caught her by the wrist and roughly jerked her across the seat until she sat close to him.
Memories of those strange moments in the darkened theater haunted the frightened little girl. She remembered the shadow behind her and how good he’d made her feel. But in the theater was one thing. To be alone with him now was something else completely!
They were driving through the dark green of the trees by the river when the man pulled a hard left turn and pulled behind a large, leafy stand of trees. Looking around them, Betsy saw that there were no houses near and that anyone passing on the road wouldn’t be able to see them and she became more frightened than ever!
“What do you… Why did you make me come out here?” The trembling little girl asked with a quaver in her voice. “I… I didn’t do anything to you. Are you going to hurt me?”
The bald man made a growling sound in his throat, but he didn’t look at her. He sat very still staring at his hands as they gripped his steering wheel. His silence frightened Betsy as much as his violent talk.
At last the man let go of the wheel and turned to her.
Betsy saw a wild, unreasoning light gleaming in the man’s eyes.
“All my life! All my life, dirty, seducing little girls have been around me! I try not to see you, I try not to go to see those dirty movies, but I can’t stop it!” The big man’s lips moved again but no sound came out.
His eyes had dropped away from hers and Betsy was sure that she could feel them crawling over her exposed legs and the rest of her tender body.
“I wasn’t trying to… I mean it was a mistake… I don’t do things like that all the time. I was just…” There was no way for her to finish her sentence. Betsy couldn’t think of the words to explain what he’d seen, much less the way that she’d reacted when he touched her in the dark like that. “What… what are you going to do to me?”
For the first time the man smiled and at the same time he reached out and put an arm around Betsy’s shaking shoulders. “I should kill you,” the man whispered in her ear. “But I won’t! I’m weak and I want to… touch you and… do things.”
His voice had softened and so had his expression and, for the first time since he’d grabbed her in the alley, Betsy began to relax and catch a hold of the fear that was raging and ringing inside of her.
“I… You didn’t have to be so rough,” the litlle girl whispered, doing her best to soothe the big man. “I might have… come with you if you’d asked me, nice.” Betsy saw the doubt in the big man’s eyes and she hurried on. “What’s your name? I’d really like to know.”
The hulking man smiled at her, then nodded his head as he patted her on the knee. “My name is Rufus, Rufus Bailey… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you but when I meet a pretty girl like you, one who… does things, I get all confused and…” He couldn’t finish either, the big man shrugged helplessly and smiled at Betsy again.
The slim little girl returned the smile. She wasn’t relaxed or calm yet but her panic had died and the wild, unreasoning fear that she’d experienced was fading rapidly. The pretty little girl boldly looked the big man up and down and what she saw was exciting, in a scary sort of way.
Rufus was big, but he wasn’t fat. Each time that he moved, Betsy could see his large, bulky muscles move and flex under his thin shirt and wash softened jeans. He worked and, from the looks of his muscles and the deep tan that he wore, the little girl guessed that he worked outside.
She wasn’t sure why she did it but there was something about the lost, confused way that Rufus talked that appealed to Betsy. Boldly she reached out and pressed her small hand against his bulging bicep.
“I know how you feel,” the pretty little girl whispered. “Sometimes I get all confused about… things like that too.” She hadn’t meant to do it, but as she whispered to the big man Betsy’s eyes had dropped from his face, to the fly of his jeans. When she saw his prick stir and jump under the near white denim, a lovely, hot tingling sensation flamed back to life between her slender thighs!
“I… wouldn’t have hurt you…” Rufus Bailey mumbled. He had his large head down and Betsy couldn’t see his face. But somehow the little girl knew instinctively that he would have if she’d fought him. “It’s just that you’re so… pretty and make me feel… nice!”
He was getting a hard-on.
Betsy stared in awed fascination as the outline of the bald man’s huge cock rose under his jeans and strained at the soft fabric! The little girl suddenly felt calm and in control of herself. She gave the man a warm smile and inched a little closer to him.
“You… made me feel… nice during that movie. You made me… do it. Do you understand what I mean?” Rufus’ head was still down, but the pleased smile on his thick lips was easy to see.
Betsy felt like giggling but she held it back. She didn’t want Rufus to think that she was laughing at him.
“You said that you brought me out here to… do things. Do you still want to?” Betsy was shocked by her own boldness but the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
The big man lifted his head and stared at her. For a moment the pretty little girl saw the flames of anger and frustration in his dull eyes, but gradually the anger died and in its place she saw a shy, uncertain question. She wasn’t so afraid now. Betsy playfully pressed her bare knee against his, “What were you going to do to me?”
Rufus Bailey was confused. But he still knew his mind. The big man grinned and pulled Betsy close with the arm that he’d already draped over her shoulders.
“I wanted to make you… make those sounds again,” the big man admitted shyly. “It made me feel good when you came like that. It made me feel like I was doing the right things.”
She liked the feel of the big man’s hands on her shoulder. Using the feminine instincts that were born in her, she relaxed and let Rufus pull her close to him. The balding man’s other hand hovered over Betsy’s bare legs and the pretty little girl felt wild and careless when she caught it and boldly pressed it up under her short little skirt.
“You aren’t supposed to scare girls,” the slender child said in a low voice. “You’re supposed to be nice to them and touch them in places that make them feel good.”
The big man stared at Betsy in mute surprise.
His apparent helplessness made Betsy feel bolder and more sure of herself. “I might like you… if you were nice to me. I could like you a lot if you promised that you wouldn’t hurt me or scare me.”
Betsy could hardly believe the words that were coming out of her mouth. She stared at the big man apprehensively and waited to see what effect she was having on him.
“I… I never had a girl… I’ve hurt some little girls but I didn’t want to do it,” the big man mumbled. Rufus hid his head and refused to look at Betsy.
“I get confused. I hear people say that what I want to do is bad and wrong but… I like it! It makes me feel good but every time that I do things like this I start thinking that I’m bad and I… hurt someone!”
Betsy understood. He was voicing her own fears and confusion and she felt protective and loving toward him.
“I don’t want to hurt anyone but when I think about how bad these things are and how people tell me that I shouldn’t do them, I don’t know what to do — and when I don’t know what to do, I hit people!”
Rufus looked up, he smiled shyly at Betsy and when his strong arm pulled her closer she melted and allowed it. It thrilled the pretty little girl when she pressed her hand against his powerful chest so that she could pull her face back a few inches.
“Have you ever kissed someone? I mean kissed them nice, so that they would like it?”
Rufus seemed surprised for a moment then he slowly shook his head. He’d never considered trying that.
Betsy didn’t wait. The pretty little girl gently leaned forward and pressed her lips against the big man’s. For a moment Rufus began to tremble. But then he stopped. Instead of grabbing her, the big man gently returned her kiss.
It all felt natural and reasonable. As they kissed, Betsy felt that lovely warmth spring up between her slim thighs and when her hand dropped from his chest the warmth turned into a searing flame. It was so big! Betsy’s tummy churned. She felt a warm trickle of love juice squirt out of her tight little love sheath when her fingers traced the length and width of Rufus’ bloated hard-on.
“Ooooohhhh, that’s good,” the balding man groaned. His fingers slid under the open throat of Betsy’s dress and gently pinched at the child’s formative nipples. “It’s kinda big. Does it… scare you?”
Betsy shivered and pressed closer to him. Her fingers dug into the soft material of his jeans and, after a moment’s fumbling, she found the metal tab of his zipper.
“A lot of ladies get scared when they see my… thing,” Rufus whispered. Betsy could hear the confusion and apprehension in the big man’s voice. “I can’t help it, that’s the way that it grew.”
She’d been warned. But when Betsy finally managed to drag his zipper all the way down and looked down into the big man’s lap she thought that her heart had stopped!
“Oooooooooo, myyyyyy,” the pretty little girl sighed as she stared at her captor’s incredible erection. The awed little girl’s eyes crept from the thick, white base of the man’s cock up the gnarled, warty sides of the shaft to the bloated, purple-hued head. “Ohhhhhhh, Mr. Rufus, it’s… big,” Betsy gasped.
She was frightened. But this time her fright didn’t paralyze her. Betsy’s small hand shook as she reached out and curled her fingers around the thick shaft of the balding man’s cock. The heat and the pulsation of his hot blood shook Betsy and the pretty twelve-year-old groaned softly as she began to tug and squeeze it.
“Ooooohhhhh, pretty little girl,” the big man sighed as he pulled Betsy closer to him. “I… like it when you do that to me.”
Betsy was trembling, her breath was coming harder and harder and she had to fight to fill her small lungs with air. Rufus’ hand was high under her skirt and she felt no shame or hesitancy when she pushed forward and carelessly rammed her moist little love groove against his outstretched fingers.
“Ummmmm, Mr. Rufus, that’s… agggghhh!!” It felt so nice! “Pull my panties off, I want to feel you touching me all over!”
The big man shuddered as if he’d been shocked. His strong fingers caught the leg band of her filmy panties and before the slim little girl could protest he jerked.
They both heard the rasp of ripping cloth and Betsy’s slim little body jerked when she felt the cold afternoon air bathe her swollen cunt. Rufus pulled again and the waist band of her panties parted. The little girl groaned softly and lifted herself off the car seat long enough for the man to pull her tattered underwear away, then eagerly pressed her puffy vulva down against his fingers in a determined effort to drive one of them into her tingling, oozing little love sheath.
In just moments their combined excrement drove everything out their heads. Betsy squealed long enough to grab a blanket before he scooped her up and carried her away from the car.
There was a cool, shadowy nook among the trees beside the river and the big man chose that spot to spread his blanket. Betsy sighed and moaned happily when the balding man gently placed her on the blanket and hurriedly stripped away her loosened clothing. Betsy felt bold and shameless as she pressed a slim little finger between the parted lips of her pussy and teased the stiffening tip of her clitoris.
Rufus groaned and smiled broadly as he watched the lovely little girl masturbate for him. He watched the clear warm juiced dribble out of her pink and red vaginal opening and groaned as his huge rammer stiffened even more. The big man tore open the front of his pants and dropped them below his knees before he knelt beside Betsy. He wore no underwear and his throbbing hard-on snapped hard against his muscular belly while he reached high over his head and jerked free of his clinging t-shirt.
Betsy sighed and shivered as she stared at the man’s big probe. The naked little girl’s dark eyes fastened on the thick, flanged knob of Rufus’ frightening dong.
The pretty little girl shivered. She pressed her naked thighs tight around her hand as she worked a finger in and out of her drooling slippery pussy. It was so big and so hard looking that the girl felt her tummy contract in anticipation. Betsy’s eyes tore themselves away from the darkened glans and slid like flowing oil down over the hard, rounded curves of the shaft.
It’s going in me, the quivering little girl whispered to herself. He’s going to lay on top of me and shove that big thing inside of me and I’ll be able to feel every hairy inch of that inside of my body!
The thought was too much! Betsy reached out and began to urgently jerk and tug at the groaning man’s exposed cock. The naked child could feel each throbbing vein, the tips of her sensitive fingers worked downward over the warts and the swollen contours of Rufus’ tremendous probe and the thought of actually taking it inside of her set off a small, rippling orgasm deep in her cunny. But Betsy wasn’t finished. The naked little girl knew that all that the man would have to do was press the spade shaped head of his penis between the pouting lips of her hairless slit and her delicious excitement would begin again.
“Oooooohhhhh, please, Mr. Rufus,” Betsy moaned as she tugged at the man’s big rammer. “I need it, put it in me… Oooooooo. I need it!!”
He was naked, his clothing lay crumpled on the green grass beside the blanket.
Betsy moaned when Rufus moved in between her splayed legs. The big man’s strong hands pried her thighs apart and pushed them back until they were almost touching the blanket under her shoulders. The naked child gasped and wiggled her trim little bottom when the head of the prick nuzzled deep into the open throat of her vagina. The slender child’s muscles pulled taut. The tendons on the backs of her slim thighs tightened until they looked like straining hawsers as she fought to open herself and give the slick head of the invading pole as soft and welcoming entry.
“Ogggghhhh, Jesus!! Ohhhhh, little honey, you feel so tight and so hot,” Rufus groaned happily as he carefully pressed his muscular body down on Betsy’s. “Tell me what to do. I… don’t want to hurt you, not you, sweet baby, not you!”
The slim little twelve-year-old sighed and elevated her arched pelvis as another incredibly thick inch of prick slid over the lubricated planes of her cunt and entered her and, as it advanced, it seemed to force the gusting moans and gasps of pleasure that squirted out of her.
“Unnnnggghhhh,” the naked child moaned as her slim arms wrapped around Rufus’ neck and hugged him close while the big man slowly forced the full length of his awful cock into her.
Betsy groaned. The little girl felt the rough hairs of the man’s thighs scrape against her velvet smooth flesh and gasped when his muscular body pressed her down against the blanket, pinning her and trapping her against the earth by the river bank.
The naked little girl mumbled. The words were indistinct and slurred. She arched her slim body up from the wrinkled blanket and forced the stretched oval of her gorged cunt tight against the base of Rufus’ throbbing cock. The big man snorted and thrust at Betsy, driving himself so deep inside of her that the little girl half expected to feel the greasy head of his big prick come popping out of her open, gasping mouth.
They rocked and shook against each other. Betsy’s small fingers could trace the powerful muscles in the bald man’s back as he worked and pressed his naked body against hers. Their legs locked and clung together. Betsy’s small body contorted and shook as pile driving thrust after thrust filled her. Each time that the log like cock moved inside of her tight little love sheath the child would moan. She could feel its gnarled shaft scrubbing and pressing against her distended clitoris and it felt so good that she had to squeal and frantically work her naked, sweaty little body up to meet his as he hovered over her.
“Awwwwuuuggghhhh, it hurts,” Betsy moaned softly as she worked her bubbling little pussy around and around the rigid staff of flesh that filled her to overflowing. “But it hurts sooooo nice. Do it harder, Mr. Rufus. Ooooohhh! All of it, put it all inside me like that!!”
The balding man groaned and then he began to shake. Betsy whimpered and slipped her slender thighs around his back and her pink heels banged hard against his muscular back. “Ooooggghhh, little honey… owwwggghh!”
The long, drawn-out groan of delight that rumbled out of Rufus shattered what little composure Betsy still had. She gasped and shuddered when the flexing, driving hose that filled her sent jet after gushing jet of lovely thick cum into her tight little love sleeve. The naked little girl sighed. She could feel Rufus’ goo spurting out of her choked cunt and come raining down on the moving wiggling globes of her bottom.
“Oooooooh… I’m… aaaaiiiee!” Betsy clung to him, kissing his neck and nipping hard at his straining shoulder muscles while she hunched and squirmed her way through a lovely, soul-bending orgasm.
“You see,” the pretty little brunette whispered happily as she bent over the man’s wilting prick and gave it a long, lingering kiss. “You don’t have to hurt anyone; you don’t have to scare them, all you have to do is make them feel as good as you make me feel and everything will be nice.”