“I’m glad you called, honey, it’s the best thing you could have done.”
Betsy nodded. She couldn’t think of an answer. The police detective sighed and leaned back in the driver’s seat.
Betsy eyed Jim Richards out of the corner of her eye and felt a chill of illicit excitement. He did look like Daddy!! The slender little child shivered and crossed her slim thighs. She was tortured by the memory of that other man and how excited she’d been when she realized that he looked like her father.
A hot, ripple of desire wiffed through her and Betsy hugged herself tighter. The beautiful little girl remembered how good it had felt when Mr. Baker had shoved his rigid cock into her. She remembered how exciting it had been to pretend that he was her father. Was it possible that she could do the same thing with the policeman?
“You did the right thing, Betsy,” Jim Richards said. “Tomorrow we’ll take care of those bastards.” The handsome, graying policeman paused and gave the slender little girl a sidelong glance. “But that still doesn’t solve your problem at home.”
Betsy felt her cheeks burn as she blushed and she ducked her head. She’d told him everything, every dirty thing that had happened to her after she went to the Majestic to look for the job. Betsy hadn’t intended to tell him all those things, but he’d been so clever as he asked key questions and now he knew, all of it!
Her head was still down, but the slim little twelve-year-old heard a subtle difference in Jim’s deep voice when he spoke to her again.
“It… ahhhhh… doesn’t look like you can go home again. I doubt that your mother will be willing to give up on her new boy friend.”
Betsy felt a tiny, vibrating flicker of excitement in her belly as she waited for the man who looked like her father to go on.
“They all treated you rough, didn’t they?” Jim shook his head and coughed uncomfortably. “I can see… wanting you, but I can’t see hurting you.”
Betsy looked up. She didn’t look at the policeman’s eyes at first, her greedy gaze stopped at his waist. He’s got a hard-on, Betsy told herself excitedly. He’s been thinking about the things that happened and it made him hard!!
When she finally tore her eyes away from Jim Richards’ erection and looked into his eyes, Betsy was reminded again of how much he looked like Daddy. For a moment the lovely little girl’s mind wandered and she wondered what it would have been like if Daddy had wanted her like that. A small shudder raced through her and Betsy felt herself grow wet and hot again! Maybe he had. What would she have done if Daddy had touched her and whispered dirty things in her ear.
Betsy was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t feel the seat shift or see the detective moving towards her. A smooth hand dropped on her bare thigh, snapping her back to reality and burning away her erotic day dream like a puff of smoke.
“You said that you liked some of the things that happened, Betsy,” Jim said quietly. “Did you mean that? Was some of it as good as you said?”
Betsy could hear the tension and excitement in the policeman’s voice and smiled. Suddenly the little girl understood that she was in control and that gave her confidence.
“Uh huh… a lot of it was nice… I liked it.” Betsy lowered her eyes so that she could watch as Jim Richards’ hand began to crawl up her thigh.
“It’s crazy,” the graying man whispered in a husky voice. “But when you talk like that I can’t see anything wrong with it.”
Betsy sighed and parted her thighs slightly but the hand didn’t go any higher.
“I’m a cop honey, I… I shouldn’t be…”
Betsy wasn’t sure why, but it was very important for her to make him like her. It wasn’t just because he was like Daddy. It was something else, more important. The pretty little girl sat very still and waited for a few more seconds then, when she was sure that he wasn’t going any further, she decided to take matters into her own hands. “I wouldn’t mind if you were… interested in me,” Betsy said in a soft voice. “I think I’d sorta like it.” She could see the surprise on Jim’s handsome face, but before he could react Betsy boldly pulled the hem of her skirt up and opened the way for his hand!
“Mr. Wilson tore my panties,” Betsy whispered as she leaned back against the seat and lifted her smooth, hairless thighs. “That’s why I’m not wearing anything.”
Jim Richards coughed nervously and quickly looked around. They were parked where they’d been earlier in the day. It was dark now and there was no sign of traffic or pedestrians in the warehouse district.
The hand moved again and they both began to tremble as the fingers met and gently pressed against the slick folds of the little girl’s sex. Betsy nibbled gently at her underlip and pressed against the edge of the seat with her heels, lifting her naked bottom and pressing her moist little slit against the policeman’s fingers.
“Ooooooo, see? It feels gooooood,” Betsy murmured. The little girl gripped the policeman’s lips and pulled, pressing his thick forefinger into her slippery vulva. Jim Richards trembled and then groaned. Looking down again Betsy saw that his prick was standing hard and long, making a tent of the front of his slacks.
“Ogggghhhhhh, nice, sooooo nice,” Betsy sighed. Her hand dropped away from his and in seconds, the trembling twelve-year-old was busily undoing the gray-haired detective’s belt and unzipping his fly.
“Christ, I must be out of my mind! I can’t… aaaaaahhhhh!!!”
The front of his slacks were open and Betsy’s busy fingers had wormed inside of the flap of Jim’s jockey type shorts. The man sighed and the little girl groaned with anticipation as her small fingers traced the length and thickness of his pulsating hard-on. “Honey, you shouldn’t… Oooooooo, squeeze it harder. Yes, just like that!!!!”
She remembered the way that Dickie had taught her to play with him. Betsy’s fingers worked up and down the thick, hairy shaft of Jim’s cock, making him sigh and shudder as she masturbated him.
“Your shorts are in the way,” Betsy finally complained. They hampered her up and down movement. “Pull them down.”
The man hesitated for a moment. Betsy looked up and saw the conflict in his expression but when she withdrew her hand and sat waiting, he made his decision.
“Must be out of my mind,” the gray-haired detective muttered, but he lifted himself off the seat and jerked his shorts and trousers down to his knees. “Go on, baby, work on it a little bit.”
She didn’t hesitate. Betsy gripped the naked prick and quickly frigged at it, pulling the loose skin up and down over the steel-like gristle of the policeman’s big prick. There was a street light near the car and she could see a thick drop of lube gather in the swollen slit in the top of the glans. Betsy felt warm and safe for the first time in days and she knew that she had to repay the kind man for his help.
The slender little girl shifted on the seat and lay down. Jim’s hand drifted down over her spine and over the firm mounds of her small ass and as she gently sucked and licked at his swelling glans his hand pressed between the cheeks and found her wet little slit from the rear.
“Ummmmmm,” Betsy cooed against the slick cock head that she was sucking, “Du yu luk ut when uh suck ut?”
Jim didn’t answer with words, but his long finger dove deep inside of her and the excited little girl began to buck, slamming and slapping her belly and hairless pussy against the slick seat covers.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” Her question was direct and pointed. Betsy wouldn’t have minded if he had wanted her to drink his warm, slick cum but she really wanted him to fuck her.
“Ooooooo, kid! I want to screw you,” Jim whispered urgently. “God help me, but I have to feel how tight that little pussy of yours really is!”
Betsy was smiling happily as she gave the groaning policeman’s big prick along, loving suck then scrambled up to her knees. Without his having to ask her to she hurriedly unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head.
The naked twelve-year-old was trembling with excitement as she swung a slim thigh over his and sat down, facing him. The excited man groaned. His big hands cupped her firm little buttocks and pulled Betsy close. Betsy sighed as she bent her head and offered him a moist, saliva and lube tasting kiss. She was lifted, her round knees pressed against the back of the seat and she shuddered when the slippery, well sucked head of his prick found the lips of her pussy.
“Unnnnggghhhh, you’re like velvet,” Jim gasped as the plump folds of the little girl’s hairless cunt swallowed the head of his prick and seemed to suck it up inside of her. Jim’s fingers tightened on her shoulders and began to press the groaning little girl down on his upthrust prick.
It was Betsy’s turn to groan as she felt herself filled to overflowing with lovely, gnarled cock! The naked little girl trembled and pressed down on the penis, impaling herself on it. They sighed in unison, then began to work.
Jim lifted himself up from the seat, working his long rammer deep in her belly until she thought that she could feel it pressing against her stomach. In return, Betsy began to roll her slim hips, helping the throbbing cock twist and turn inside of her. At the same time she used a skill that Mr. Baker had taught her and clamped down hard on the prick, as if she were trying to keep it inside of her forever!!
It was a warm summer night and the windows were closed. The air in the car grew warm and close and soon the groaning little girl was sweating, she could feel it running down over her pointed tips of her tiny breasts and running down the ridge of her spine.
“Faster,” Betsy squealed softly. “Do it harder and faster, please!”
The man groaned and used his grip on her ass to help the moaning, gasping little girl up and down on his long, shining prick. “Unnnnggghhh, it feels so good. Huuuuuhhh!!”
Betsy moaned then gasped. She stiffened and then began to frantically twist and jerk on the stiff bone that filled her. “Aaaaaiiiiieee,” Betsy squealed happily as she climaxed. Bright, neon colors exploded behind her eyes and a lovely warmth and sense of well being flooded her.
“Oggghhh… aggghhh… Unnnggggggg,” Jim groaned as his big prick bucked against the back of Betsy’s slick pussy then began to fill it with white, creamy cum. “Awwwwggghhhh,” the man groaned with pleasure. “Don’t worry… we’ll take care of you. I’ll think of something… haaaaaggghhh!!”
It was bewildering. Things had happened so fast that she wasn’t sure what was happening! Betsy sat very still in the large chair in Juvenile Court. Looking up, the little girl saw that the judge was looking at her. The old man’s eyes flashed behind his rimless glasses and, before they dropped away from her face and slowly traveled down her slender body, he smiled at her.
“The uhhhh, situation at the theater is now under control?”
The judge’s question sparked memories in Betsy’s mind. The slim twelve-year-old fidgeted in her chair and was forced to put her hand up in front of her face when she remembered the look of shock and surprise on Mr. Simpson’s face when she opened the side door and let the police into the Majestic!
“Yes, your honor,” Jim Richards said with a smile. “All of the suspects were taken in and several of the patrons were arrested for lewd behavior.” A tiny giggle tried to slip out of her mouth and Betsy had to nip hard at her knuckle to keep from laughing. They were all taken in all right! She remembered that one fat man, the one who’d been behind the screen with poor Kathy. He’d tried to run with his pants down at his ankles and had tripped, falling right through the screen! I told them, Betsy told herself happily. I knew that I’d get them, all of them!!
“Then all that remains is the matter of what to do with this young lady.” The judge smiled at her again and Betsy returned the smile. She could see that special look in his eyes and thought she knew what his solution would be if he had his way!
“Yes sir, I have the papers here. They have all been signed and witnessed.” Jim paused and looked at Betsy.
The look that passed between them made the little girl shiver with pleasure. Betsy’s tight love sheath twisted and she could feel a fresh dew of moisture seep out of her and wet the dainty crotch piece of her new panties.
“... and that being the case it is our suggestion that the petition to make Betsy Morrison a ward of Sergeant and Mrs. Richards be granted,” the judge read. The old man paused for a moment then nodded his head. “Petition granted.”
The judge turned his attention to Betsy. The look in his eyes made her even wetter.
“Young lady, you are now the ward of the Richards’ family. Do you understand that?”
“Yes sir,” Betsy said, nodding. But the little girl was smiling. He’s looking up my skirt… I wonder if he can see enough to get him hard?
“Good, you’re under their care and supervision. Listen to them and be a good little girl,” the man said. Betsy nodded again and then smiled as she parted her thighs slightly, giving him a clear view of her plump little love mound.
Jim was nervous. He had avoided looking at her as he drove. When they turned down the street to his house he shook his head and muttered to himself. “I am crazy, this is going to be a wild thing! Do you know what could happen if anyone finds out about us? What do you think will happen if Molly finds out?”
Betsy thought about her new “mother”. Molly Richards was a pretty, dark haired little woman with a large, friendly smile. She didn’t want to hurt her.
“I… I don’t know what would happen,” Betsy murmured.
Jim snorted and pulled the car into the garage. Before Betsy could say anything else he got out and shut the garage door, leaving the little girl sitting.
“Molly is downtown, shopping,” the handsome, graying man said as he got back in the car. “I know it’s crazy but… I want you, right here and now!”
A warm flow of happiness filled Betsy. She understood him now. As long as he wanted her she was sure that she was safe.
The slender little girl edged closer to the man and whispered. “I’ll get my new dress all wrinkled.”
Jim shook his head impatiently and pulled her up on his lap.
“I don’t care. I bought the dress and I can buy more of them,” he growled as he hauled the dress up and began to slip Betsy’s panties down over her knees.
The lovely twelve-year-old sighed. She sat facing away from him enjoying the feel of his warm hands on her naked buttocks. Then Betsy heard the whisper of a zipper and moaned with anticipation when she felt the steel of her new father’s big cock press in between her cheeks and find the slick mouth of her cunt.
“Ooooooo, Daddy,” Betsy groaned as she was entered from the rear. “Ohhhhh, I love it when you fuck me, I love it!!”
Jim groaned and trembled, his hips began to lift and surge. His swollen cock made wet sticky sounds in the delicious flow of the little girl’s love juice.
They were so engrossed with their lovemaking that neither of them saw the connecting door to the house open and a small brunette step into the darkened garage.
“Oh good Christ! Jim!!” They both froze in mid-stroke. Betsy’s eyes bulged out of her head when she found herself face to face with Molly! The lovely little girl felt so foolish, so nasty sitting there staring at the shocked housewife while she was perched on the woman’s husband’s throbbing cock!
“Ohhhhh, noooo,” Jim groaned. The graying policeman was so shocked that he made no move to lift Betsy off his prick. “Molly, I… I don’t know what to say!!”
Each passing second seemed like a year and Betsy felt panic building up in her as she stared at Molly Richards.
“Well, you might at least invite me to join you,” the pretty housewife purred as she slipped into the car beside them. Betsy gasped as she saw the small brunette’s hand slip between her splayed thighs and felt practiced fingers lightly pinch at her still rigid clit!!
“I think this is a pretty cramped place to do it, but I suppose we can manage,” Molly whispered as she slipped her finger into Betsy’s cunt, letting it lay along side her husband’s hard cock. “At least we can manage it this time, but after this we fuck in the bed!!”
Betsy nodded. She couldn’t think of an answer. The police detective sighed and leaned back in the driver’s seat.
Betsy eyed Jim Richards out of the corner of her eye and felt a chill of illicit excitement. He did look like Daddy!! The slender little child shivered and crossed her slim thighs. She was tortured by the memory of that other man and how excited she’d been when she realized that he looked like her father.
A hot, ripple of desire wiffed through her and Betsy hugged herself tighter. The beautiful little girl remembered how good it had felt when Mr. Baker had shoved his rigid cock into her. She remembered how exciting it had been to pretend that he was her father. Was it possible that she could do the same thing with the policeman?
“You did the right thing, Betsy,” Jim Richards said. “Tomorrow we’ll take care of those bastards.” The handsome, graying policeman paused and gave the slender little girl a sidelong glance. “But that still doesn’t solve your problem at home.”
Betsy felt her cheeks burn as she blushed and she ducked her head. She’d told him everything, every dirty thing that had happened to her after she went to the Majestic to look for the job. Betsy hadn’t intended to tell him all those things, but he’d been so clever as he asked key questions and now he knew, all of it!
Her head was still down, but the slim little twelve-year-old heard a subtle difference in Jim’s deep voice when he spoke to her again.
“It… ahhhhh… doesn’t look like you can go home again. I doubt that your mother will be willing to give up on her new boy friend.”
Betsy felt a tiny, vibrating flicker of excitement in her belly as she waited for the man who looked like her father to go on.
“They all treated you rough, didn’t they?” Jim shook his head and coughed uncomfortably. “I can see… wanting you, but I can’t see hurting you.”
Betsy looked up. She didn’t look at the policeman’s eyes at first, her greedy gaze stopped at his waist. He’s got a hard-on, Betsy told herself excitedly. He’s been thinking about the things that happened and it made him hard!!
When she finally tore her eyes away from Jim Richards’ erection and looked into his eyes, Betsy was reminded again of how much he looked like Daddy. For a moment the lovely little girl’s mind wandered and she wondered what it would have been like if Daddy had wanted her like that. A small shudder raced through her and Betsy felt herself grow wet and hot again! Maybe he had. What would she have done if Daddy had touched her and whispered dirty things in her ear.
Betsy was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t feel the seat shift or see the detective moving towards her. A smooth hand dropped on her bare thigh, snapping her back to reality and burning away her erotic day dream like a puff of smoke.
“You said that you liked some of the things that happened, Betsy,” Jim said quietly. “Did you mean that? Was some of it as good as you said?”
Betsy could hear the tension and excitement in the policeman’s voice and smiled. Suddenly the little girl understood that she was in control and that gave her confidence.
“Uh huh… a lot of it was nice… I liked it.” Betsy lowered her eyes so that she could watch as Jim Richards’ hand began to crawl up her thigh.
“It’s crazy,” the graying man whispered in a husky voice. “But when you talk like that I can’t see anything wrong with it.”
Betsy sighed and parted her thighs slightly but the hand didn’t go any higher.
“I’m a cop honey, I… I shouldn’t be…”
Betsy wasn’t sure why, but it was very important for her to make him like her. It wasn’t just because he was like Daddy. It was something else, more important. The pretty little girl sat very still and waited for a few more seconds then, when she was sure that he wasn’t going any further, she decided to take matters into her own hands. “I wouldn’t mind if you were… interested in me,” Betsy said in a soft voice. “I think I’d sorta like it.” She could see the surprise on Jim’s handsome face, but before he could react Betsy boldly pulled the hem of her skirt up and opened the way for his hand!
“Mr. Wilson tore my panties,” Betsy whispered as she leaned back against the seat and lifted her smooth, hairless thighs. “That’s why I’m not wearing anything.”
Jim Richards coughed nervously and quickly looked around. They were parked where they’d been earlier in the day. It was dark now and there was no sign of traffic or pedestrians in the warehouse district.
The hand moved again and they both began to tremble as the fingers met and gently pressed against the slick folds of the little girl’s sex. Betsy nibbled gently at her underlip and pressed against the edge of the seat with her heels, lifting her naked bottom and pressing her moist little slit against the policeman’s fingers.
“Ooooooo, see? It feels gooooood,” Betsy murmured. The little girl gripped the policeman’s lips and pulled, pressing his thick forefinger into her slippery vulva. Jim Richards trembled and then groaned. Looking down again Betsy saw that his prick was standing hard and long, making a tent of the front of his slacks.
“Ogggghhhhhh, nice, sooooo nice,” Betsy sighed. Her hand dropped away from his and in seconds, the trembling twelve-year-old was busily undoing the gray-haired detective’s belt and unzipping his fly.
“Christ, I must be out of my mind! I can’t… aaaaaahhhhh!!!”
The front of his slacks were open and Betsy’s busy fingers had wormed inside of the flap of Jim’s jockey type shorts. The man sighed and the little girl groaned with anticipation as her small fingers traced the length and thickness of his pulsating hard-on. “Honey, you shouldn’t… Oooooooo, squeeze it harder. Yes, just like that!!!!”
She remembered the way that Dickie had taught her to play with him. Betsy’s fingers worked up and down the thick, hairy shaft of Jim’s cock, making him sigh and shudder as she masturbated him.
“Your shorts are in the way,” Betsy finally complained. They hampered her up and down movement. “Pull them down.”
The man hesitated for a moment. Betsy looked up and saw the conflict in his expression but when she withdrew her hand and sat waiting, he made his decision.
“Must be out of my mind,” the gray-haired detective muttered, but he lifted himself off the seat and jerked his shorts and trousers down to his knees. “Go on, baby, work on it a little bit.”
She didn’t hesitate. Betsy gripped the naked prick and quickly frigged at it, pulling the loose skin up and down over the steel-like gristle of the policeman’s big prick. There was a street light near the car and she could see a thick drop of lube gather in the swollen slit in the top of the glans. Betsy felt warm and safe for the first time in days and she knew that she had to repay the kind man for his help.
The slender little girl shifted on the seat and lay down. Jim’s hand drifted down over her spine and over the firm mounds of her small ass and as she gently sucked and licked at his swelling glans his hand pressed between the cheeks and found her wet little slit from the rear.
“Ummmmmm,” Betsy cooed against the slick cock head that she was sucking, “Du yu luk ut when uh suck ut?”
Jim didn’t answer with words, but his long finger dove deep inside of her and the excited little girl began to buck, slamming and slapping her belly and hairless pussy against the slick seat covers.
“Do you want me to suck you off?” Her question was direct and pointed. Betsy wouldn’t have minded if he had wanted her to drink his warm, slick cum but she really wanted him to fuck her.
“Ooooooo, kid! I want to screw you,” Jim whispered urgently. “God help me, but I have to feel how tight that little pussy of yours really is!”
Betsy was smiling happily as she gave the groaning policeman’s big prick along, loving suck then scrambled up to her knees. Without his having to ask her to she hurriedly unzipped her dress and pulled it off over her head.
The naked twelve-year-old was trembling with excitement as she swung a slim thigh over his and sat down, facing him. The excited man groaned. His big hands cupped her firm little buttocks and pulled Betsy close. Betsy sighed as she bent her head and offered him a moist, saliva and lube tasting kiss. She was lifted, her round knees pressed against the back of the seat and she shuddered when the slippery, well sucked head of his prick found the lips of her pussy.
“Unnnnggghhhh, you’re like velvet,” Jim gasped as the plump folds of the little girl’s hairless cunt swallowed the head of his prick and seemed to suck it up inside of her. Jim’s fingers tightened on her shoulders and began to press the groaning little girl down on his upthrust prick.
It was Betsy’s turn to groan as she felt herself filled to overflowing with lovely, gnarled cock! The naked little girl trembled and pressed down on the penis, impaling herself on it. They sighed in unison, then began to work.
Jim lifted himself up from the seat, working his long rammer deep in her belly until she thought that she could feel it pressing against her stomach. In return, Betsy began to roll her slim hips, helping the throbbing cock twist and turn inside of her. At the same time she used a skill that Mr. Baker had taught her and clamped down hard on the prick, as if she were trying to keep it inside of her forever!!
It was a warm summer night and the windows were closed. The air in the car grew warm and close and soon the groaning little girl was sweating, she could feel it running down over her pointed tips of her tiny breasts and running down the ridge of her spine.
“Faster,” Betsy squealed softly. “Do it harder and faster, please!”
The man groaned and used his grip on her ass to help the moaning, gasping little girl up and down on his long, shining prick. “Unnnnggghhh, it feels so good. Huuuuuhhh!!”
Betsy moaned then gasped. She stiffened and then began to frantically twist and jerk on the stiff bone that filled her. “Aaaaaiiiiieee,” Betsy squealed happily as she climaxed. Bright, neon colors exploded behind her eyes and a lovely warmth and sense of well being flooded her.
“Oggghhh… aggghhh… Unnnggggggg,” Jim groaned as his big prick bucked against the back of Betsy’s slick pussy then began to fill it with white, creamy cum. “Awwwwggghhhh,” the man groaned with pleasure. “Don’t worry… we’ll take care of you. I’ll think of something… haaaaaggghhh!!”
It was bewildering. Things had happened so fast that she wasn’t sure what was happening! Betsy sat very still in the large chair in Juvenile Court. Looking up, the little girl saw that the judge was looking at her. The old man’s eyes flashed behind his rimless glasses and, before they dropped away from her face and slowly traveled down her slender body, he smiled at her.
“The uhhhh, situation at the theater is now under control?”
The judge’s question sparked memories in Betsy’s mind. The slim twelve-year-old fidgeted in her chair and was forced to put her hand up in front of her face when she remembered the look of shock and surprise on Mr. Simpson’s face when she opened the side door and let the police into the Majestic!
“Yes, your honor,” Jim Richards said with a smile. “All of the suspects were taken in and several of the patrons were arrested for lewd behavior.” A tiny giggle tried to slip out of her mouth and Betsy had to nip hard at her knuckle to keep from laughing. They were all taken in all right! She remembered that one fat man, the one who’d been behind the screen with poor Kathy. He’d tried to run with his pants down at his ankles and had tripped, falling right through the screen! I told them, Betsy told herself happily. I knew that I’d get them, all of them!!
“Then all that remains is the matter of what to do with this young lady.” The judge smiled at her again and Betsy returned the smile. She could see that special look in his eyes and thought she knew what his solution would be if he had his way!
“Yes sir, I have the papers here. They have all been signed and witnessed.” Jim paused and looked at Betsy.
The look that passed between them made the little girl shiver with pleasure. Betsy’s tight love sheath twisted and she could feel a fresh dew of moisture seep out of her and wet the dainty crotch piece of her new panties.
“... and that being the case it is our suggestion that the petition to make Betsy Morrison a ward of Sergeant and Mrs. Richards be granted,” the judge read. The old man paused for a moment then nodded his head. “Petition granted.”
The judge turned his attention to Betsy. The look in his eyes made her even wetter.
“Young lady, you are now the ward of the Richards’ family. Do you understand that?”
“Yes sir,” Betsy said, nodding. But the little girl was smiling. He’s looking up my skirt… I wonder if he can see enough to get him hard?
“Good, you’re under their care and supervision. Listen to them and be a good little girl,” the man said. Betsy nodded again and then smiled as she parted her thighs slightly, giving him a clear view of her plump little love mound.
Jim was nervous. He had avoided looking at her as he drove. When they turned down the street to his house he shook his head and muttered to himself. “I am crazy, this is going to be a wild thing! Do you know what could happen if anyone finds out about us? What do you think will happen if Molly finds out?”
Betsy thought about her new “mother”. Molly Richards was a pretty, dark haired little woman with a large, friendly smile. She didn’t want to hurt her.
“I… I don’t know what would happen,” Betsy murmured.
Jim snorted and pulled the car into the garage. Before Betsy could say anything else he got out and shut the garage door, leaving the little girl sitting.
“Molly is downtown, shopping,” the handsome, graying man said as he got back in the car. “I know it’s crazy but… I want you, right here and now!”
A warm flow of happiness filled Betsy. She understood him now. As long as he wanted her she was sure that she was safe.
The slender little girl edged closer to the man and whispered. “I’ll get my new dress all wrinkled.”
Jim shook his head impatiently and pulled her up on his lap.
“I don’t care. I bought the dress and I can buy more of them,” he growled as he hauled the dress up and began to slip Betsy’s panties down over her knees.
The lovely twelve-year-old sighed. She sat facing away from him enjoying the feel of his warm hands on her naked buttocks. Then Betsy heard the whisper of a zipper and moaned with anticipation when she felt the steel of her new father’s big cock press in between her cheeks and find the slick mouth of her cunt.
“Ooooooo, Daddy,” Betsy groaned as she was entered from the rear. “Ohhhhh, I love it when you fuck me, I love it!!”
Jim groaned and trembled, his hips began to lift and surge. His swollen cock made wet sticky sounds in the delicious flow of the little girl’s love juice.
They were so engrossed with their lovemaking that neither of them saw the connecting door to the house open and a small brunette step into the darkened garage.
“Oh good Christ! Jim!!” They both froze in mid-stroke. Betsy’s eyes bulged out of her head when she found herself face to face with Molly! The lovely little girl felt so foolish, so nasty sitting there staring at the shocked housewife while she was perched on the woman’s husband’s throbbing cock!
“Ohhhhh, noooo,” Jim groaned. The graying policeman was so shocked that he made no move to lift Betsy off his prick. “Molly, I… I don’t know what to say!!”
Each passing second seemed like a year and Betsy felt panic building up in her as she stared at Molly Richards.
“Well, you might at least invite me to join you,” the pretty housewife purred as she slipped into the car beside them. Betsy gasped as she saw the small brunette’s hand slip between her splayed thighs and felt practiced fingers lightly pinch at her still rigid clit!!
“I think this is a pretty cramped place to do it, but I suppose we can manage,” Molly whispered as she slipped her finger into Betsy’s cunt, letting it lay along side her husband’s hard cock. “At least we can manage it this time, but after this we fuck in the bed!!”
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After you make about 20-30 claims, you complete the captcha and proceed to claiming.
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