BH-6585  The Usherette
(Jeff Crane)


CHAPTER ONE

The sign on his desk read "Newton Simpson, Manager". Betsy Morrison's
dark brown eyes left the sign and went back to the handsome man behind the
desk. The dark, slender twelve-year-old felt a trembling tension in her
tummy. This was the first time she'd ever tried to apply for a real job, no
wonder she was excited.

Newton Simpson looked up from the application that Betsy had just filled
out. He was handsome, a little plump, and too well fed. But his black hair
was full and neatly combed and he wore a loud but expensive sports coat. In
short, he looked just like what he was, a successful manager of a large
motion picture theater.

"It says here that you're sixteen, is that right, Betsy?" The little
girl tried to smile and look casual under the man's knowing stare.

"Yes sixteen," Betsy lied.

Mr. Simpson nodded and raised one eyebrow.

Betsy could see that he knew she wasn't telling the truth but the
twinkle in his eye told her that he wasn't going to press the issue.

"You understand that your work here would keep you out late? Does your
family know that you wouldn't be getting home until after midnight?"

A flicker of a frown crossed the pretty little girl's face before she
nodded. "There's just my mother and she says that it will be all right, at
least during the summer," Betsy said in a low voice. The pretty girl
thought of her mother. Poor Julia, it was terrible for her, widowed only a
few months and finding that the money from Daddy's insurance didn't stretch
as far as she thought that it would. They needed the money and her mother
would just have to get used to the idea of her getting home at midnight.

"All right," Newton Simpson murmured as he pretended to study her
application, but Betsy knew that he was really looking up her long,
hairless legs and under her short skirt. The pretty brunette felt a warning
ripple run along her spine when she realized what the man was doing and she
wished she'd worn the longer skirt than she had.

It was embarrassing and upsetting, but for the past half year she
noticed that men and bigger boys had started to stare at her and Betsy
wasn't certain how she should take it. On one hand, she knew that it was
dirty and wrong, but even so she found it sort of exciting and it made her
feel good to know that they were looking at her budding body.

"I'm not all that sure that you would be willing to work the extra hours
that it requires," Newton Simpson said, watching Betsy closely.

The pretty preteen girl jerked upright in her chair. She had to get this
job, it was important!

Before she could speak, the theater manager went on, his eyes never
leaving her as he did: "Of course there are opportunities for an eager
young lady, such as yourself, to make a good deal of money here at the
Majestic, but it does take work and long hours."

"Oh, I'd work hard, Mr. Simpson, it's really important that I get the
job. My mother and I need the extra money!" There was another reason that
Betsy was desperate to be hired. She had been talking to some friends and
had bragged that she already had the job. What could the girl say if she
didn't?

Seemingly satisfied, Newton Simpson smiled at Betsy and leaned back in
his chair. "Come here, honey," the man said in a quiet voice. "I want to
take a look at you."

Betsy was forced to spread her thighs as she uncrossed her long, coltish
legs and it made the pretty little girl blush when she realized that he
could see all the way to her panties when she did.

"We wear a rather revealing costume here," Mr. Simpson purred to her.
Betsy felt herself flush again as she nodded. She'd seen that uniform every
time that she came to a movie. "Please go into the other room and see if we
have a uniform that fits you."

The manager pointed to a door behind his desk. Pleased that he was still
interested in her for the job, Betsy scurried to the door and up to a rack
of freshly cleaned usherette costumes.

Without a moment's thought or hesitation, the slender girl unbuttoned
her blouse and pulled it off. The pretty brunette stared at the uniform
tops and shook her head as she looked down at her own, cupcake-sized
breasts. She had more than any of the other twelve-year-olds that she knew,
but she would have to do something to fill any of these uniforms out.

Still concerned about her lack of the large, creamy breasts that she
wished she had, the young girl unsnapped her skimpy skirt and let it drop
to her feet. All that Betsy wore was a filmy pair of blue panties and she
shivered as the cooler air of the room bathed her slim figure from head to
toe. The girl was so intent on finding a uniform small enough for her that
she didn't stop to think where that draft came from. She didn't notice the
door behind her quietly swing open to allow Mr. Simpson to step in and sit
in the large chair in the center of the room.

At last, Betsy found one uniform that looked small enough and, taking it
from the rack, she turned, planning to try it on.

"Ohhh! I I didn't know that you would be here, Mr. Simpson!" She was so
embarrassed! The slim little girl clutched the plastic shrouded uniform in
her hands and tried to hide her naked body from the man's glistening eyes.
"I I'm not dressed yet!"

Mr. Simpson nodded, only the faintest hint of a smile flickered at the
corners of his lips. He made no move to leave. All he did was sit there and
stare at Betsy until the trembling girl was sure that he could see through 
the small uniform that she was holding in front of her.

"Betsy," Mr. Simpson said as he crooked his finger and motioned for her
to come to him.

The surprised girl began to inch toward him, but she was still terribly
uncertain.

"Come here, honey," the man said. This time, his voice was stronger,
more commanding. "Let's get something straight between us. I know that
you're not old enough for this job and I know that you want it pretty bad."

Betsy nodded, her wide dark eyes never left Mr. Simpson's face as she
obeyed him and came a few feet closer.

"Am I right? You aren't old enough, are you really?"

For a second, Betsy was tempted to bluff her way, but then her courage
failed and she hung her head and shrugged helplessly.

"Do you really need this job? I mean do you need this job bad enough to
be nice to me and do what you're told?"

The poor little girl was stunned! Betsy looked at the theater owner with
bulging eyes. He hadn't said it in so many words, but the girl knew what he
was asking! Simpson smiled and nodded. "That's right, I'm asking if you
want this badly enough to have a little fun with me from time to time." The
handsome man shifted in his chair and instantly Betsy knew why. The shocked
pre-teener could see the front of his pants pushing out as his penis grew
erect and hard!!

Betsy flushed and made a small sound deep in her throat as she stared at
Mr. Simpson. She knew what a hard prick looked like. She had a friend,
Dickie Webber, and they had been playing games in her garage for over a
year. They had not done much, and nothing that they'd done in their
fumbling, groping, and touching made her ready to handle the situation she
was faced with now!

"I we need the money," the little girl whispered as she stared at the
man. Besides that, Betsy could imagine the scornful looks on her friends'
faces when she had to confess that she didn't have the job and the picture
made her feel just awful! "But I I don't know if I've never done anything
like that before. I'm afraid."

Betsy saw the excitement rising in Mr. Simpson's face and she was
surprised to feel a strong, pounding sensation in her own untried body.

"No, I didn't think you had," Newton Simpson breathed as he stared
greedily at the lovely, slender girl before him. "If you do go to work for
me this summer you could work at night and on two mornings a week we have
meetings of the Film Classics Club. If you worked those mornings that would
mean even more money for you and then, if you work out all right, there
are other ways for you to make money. A lot of it."

The handsome man's face was even and calm as he asked again, "Do you
want the job, little girl? I think that your mother would like all that
extra money. I'm sure she would."

Betsy began to tremble. She was so upset that she didn't know what to
say.

Mr. Simpson solved the problem for the startled child, he leaned forward
and calmly took the uniform out of Betsy's nerveless fingers and then
motioned for her to come to him.

The shocked little girl stood before the man dressed only in a tight,
nearly transparent pair of panties. Betsy shuddered. She was so aware of
his stare that she could feel his eyes creeping up her slender thighs and
over the plump, hairless folds of her virgin sex.

Betsy wasn't certain how it happened. She felt herself moving and looked
down in amazement as her bare thighs carried her forward far enough for Mr.
Simpson to take her hand and pull. The trembling little girl was so close
that their knees touched and she had a clear view of the straining bulge in
his slacks.

"Don't be afraid," the handsome man said in a soft voice. "You and I can
have a lot of fun together. I can show you things that you never knew about
before." His fingers tightened around her wrist as he stared at her near
naked body. Betsy was shivering. It was caused by the excitement and the
delicious feeling of fear and anticipation that raced along her nerves. The
man had positioned her far back on his lap. The nervous little girl's back
was pressed against his chest and, what was shocking, she could feel his
stiffening, bulging sexual member pressing up against the thin seat of her
panties!

"Mr. Simpson? I I don't think" Betsy didn't have a chance to finish
her meek protest. The handsome man hugged her close and began to whisper in
her ear. Each word that Newton spoke to Betsy calmed and settled the
nervous little girl.

"Shhhh, Betsy. There's nothing to be afraid of! I won't hurt you. All I
want to do is make you feel good." The nearly naked pre-teener shivered,
but didn't try to struggle, even when the man's warm hands moved to her
bare shoulders, then down. He used a slow, circular movement and with each
circle that his hands made over her flesh they dropped lower.

"Haven't you ever let some nice boy do this for you?" the man asked. His
voice was deep and husky. "You're such a pretty little thing. Hasn't
someone ever put their hands here and squeezed you?"

Betsy gasped and stiffened. Mr. Simpson's warm, soft palms were
completely covering the firm little melons of her budding breasts and their
pressure felt SO nice!

"Tell me, honey," the man persisted. "Haven't you taken your clothes off
for some other man or some kid and let them have you?"

Betsy wiggled uncomfortably, she didn't want to tell the man about
Dickie. Besides, he didn't really count. "No, I never did this before." It
wasn't really a lie. She'd never sat on a man's lap while he kissed her
slender neck and gently squeezed and played with her small breasts like
this before!

"I'm glad that I'm the first," Newton sighed. As the man spoke, one of
his warm hands dropped away from Betsy's hard little breast and began to
creep down over her flat belly. The man used one hand, moving from one 
sharp nipple to the other. Each time that he pinched and gently pulled at
one, Betsy would sigh and wiggle a little against his bone hard erection.

"I can show you some ways to make you feel good, honey. I can show you
some tricks that you won't believe!" He sounded excited, too.

Betsy made a soft moaning sound when his fingers reached the elastic
waistband of her panties and dipped underneath.

"Do you play with yourself, sometimes? Do you put your fingers in your
tight little pussy, baby?"

Betsy felt herself blushing furiously. She wiggled uncomfortably as she
nodded. "Yes," the pretty little brunette whispered. "Last year a girl in
my class showed me how to do it. My mother says that it's not a nice thing
to do but I still do it, sometimes."

Mr. Simpson chuckled, his fingers were slowly working down over the
silky flesh of her belly. The slender twelve-year-old knew where they were
headed and the thought made the plump lips of her hairless little slot feel
all puffy and hot.

"All mothers tell their children that playing with themselves is wrong,
but it isn't. All playing with yourself does is make you feel good, right?"

Betsy would have answered him, but at that very instant his forefinger
found the smooth swell of her immature pussy and forced its way between the
lips. "Ummmmm, you're getting wet," Newton murmured, pinching one of
Betsy's pebble-hard nipples. "You like this, don't you?"

The trembling little girl didn't know what to say. Betsy knew that what
she was letting the man do wasn't nice, but she and her mother did need the
money, and it did feel good! "Yes, it's nice," Betsy whispered and she was
rewarded when the man's finger began to twirl and press against the tight
mouth of her tight little cunt, sending hot, blazing jolts of pleasure
radiating out through her suddenly overheated body!

Betsy gasped and wiggled. She felt Mr. Simpson's hard-on rubbing against
her and boldly pressed her firm, high-riding buttocks against it, making
the handsome man groan with pleasure.

"Have you ever seen a man's cock? Have you ever been close to one when
it's hard and held it in your hands?" Mr. Simpson's breath tickled her ear
and sent chills of pleasure racing up and down Betsy's spine. "I want you
to hold my prick, Betsy! Will you do that for me?"

Before she could even think of what to say, the shocked little girl
heard her voice rising. "Yes! I mean I guess If you promise not to hurt
me."

"Oh, no! I don't want to hurt you, honey," the eager manager whispered
as he lifted the surprised twelve-year-old off his lap and stood her on her
unsteady feet. "You're going to like this! Now let's get these off first."
Betsy's hands shook as she helped the man pull her tight panties off and
slip them down over her slender thighs.

Looking down, the little girl was surprised and a bit embarrassed when
she saw the wet spot on her crotch piece and realized that her tight little
cunt was sending down a warm coating of lubricant.

Mr. Simpson had left his jacket in his office. The man leaned back in
his chair and smiled boldly at the shocked twelve-year-old as he calmly
unbuckled his belt and unzipped the front of his slacks.

Without hesitation, the lovely little girl pressed closer and watched as
the theater manager popped the snaps on his shorts and pulled his stiff,
hard penis into view! A small sighing sound oozed out of her throat as
Betsy stared intently at Mr. Simpson's big dong straining in his fist.

"Oh, my! I thought that Dickie's hard penis was big," the excited little
girl thought, "but Mr. Simpson's is three times as large!!" A tingling,
itching sensation flickered to life deep in the untouched depths of Betsy's
virgin love sheath. She knew how babies were made and what men and women
did together in bed. The idea that the man would want to put that big,
swollen-looking penis inside of her frightened Betsy, but it was an
exciting, bubbly kind of fright and she didn't back off.

"I know it's wrong," the girl told herself, "but we need the money and I
want the job!" She was hiding part of the truth from herself. Betsy knew
it, but she was having such an exciting time that she didn't want to think
about any of that now!

Mr. Simpson had pushed his shorts and slacks down past his knees and he
sat half naked in his chair, smiling at her while he pumped his hand up and
down his big, scary pole. Betsy trembled as her dark eyes moved from the
round, hair orbs of the man's heavy balls, up the white shaft to the red,
almost purple knob of his glans.

"Don't be afraid of it," Mr. Simpson coaxed. "Just touch it, that's all
you have to do. Touch it. Take it in your hand!"

The little girl could hear the sound of the handsome man's quick
breathing and knew that he was excited. Somehow, knowing that gave her the
nerve that she needed to reach out and brush the tips of her fingers
against his vein-wreathed shaft.

Slipping an arm around the naked twelve-year-old's waist, the excited
man lifted Betsy easily and put him back on his lap. Betsy felt funny and
kind of embarrassed when she felt the naked cheeks of her bottom rubbing
against Mr. Simpson's hairy legs. The man was guiding her hand to his hard
pole and she leaned back in the crook of his other arm as he taught her how
to curl her slim fingers around him and squeeze hard on his thick penis!!

"Ooohhh, that feels good," Newton Simpson whispered in Betsy's ear.

Betsy sat on one of Mr. Simpson's thighs. He had spread his legs a
little and pulled her back so that it was easy for the interested
pre-teener to work her fist up and down him. Her hooked thumb brushed
against his naked thigh while he taught her how to masturbate him.

"Just like that, up and down, honey. Squeeze it a little tighter, umm
hummmm, perfect!" The handsome man groaned as Betsy increased the pace and
made her fist pop up and down in his lap.

"There now, that isn't so bad, is it? You like to play with my cock,
don't you?" While he spoke, Newton's hand slipped back between Betsy's warm
thighs and gently pressed them apart.

A warm, delicious feeling caused Betsy to tear her eyes away from the
man's big cock. The naked little girl watched as a thick, hairy forefinger
parted the bald lips of her vulva and dipped into the clear, glistening
moisture that was seeping out of her. Betsy could see the small, firm
nubbin of her baby clitoris and shuddered with excitement and pleasure as
the fingertip pressed hard against it.

Dickie had touched her there and it had been good, but never this good!
Betsy's firm little ass wiggled and she pumped even harder at Mr. Simpson's
big cock as he aroused her! It only took a minute or perhaps two for the
excited man's probing finger to strike a flame in the pretty child's belly.
The flame burned away any last shreds of doubt and resistance.

"Ohhhh! That's nice," Betsy breathed softly. Mr. Simpson's hand left her
hard, swollen little breasts and pressed against the edge of her chin,
turning her pretty face so that he could kiss her!

At first, the naked little girl didn't know what to do when she felt his
wet, slippery tongue pressing between her soft lips. Then, the man's finger
began a rapid twirling movement in her tight little pussy. Betsy gasped and
when her jaw opened, Mr. Simpson's tongue pushed its way into her mouth and
began to flick at the pointed tip of her own pink little probe.

The naked twelve-year-old shuddered. Mr. Simpson's tongue made her feel
all funny and shaky as it slid in and out of her mouth. Some inborn
instinct guided her and Betsy was glad because it was even nicer when her
pink lips tightened around the tongue and she learned to suck on it!!

Mr. Simpson made a groaning sound, and his cock jerked and swelled even
larger in her fist. Betsy felt something warm and slippery dripping down on
her fingers. The girl knew what it was. Dickie's skinny prick got wet when
she played with it, too. Drops of clear juice would leak out of the slit on
top of his cock, but never so much! The excited little girl moaned and Mr.
Simpson's finger fluttered back and forth over the hard stub of her clit as
her thumb lifted and rubbed hard against the cock's meaty glans.

"Damn, but you learn fast," Mr. Simpson groaned happily.

Betsy giggled but didn't miss a stroke as her small hand flew up and
down his jerking pole of flesh. The rapid pumping motion that she was using
caused warm drops of the man's love lubricant to splash on her naked
thighs. Betsy liked the feel of it on her and enjoyed seeing it glitter on
her milk white flesh.

Mr. Simpson's finger had found the tight neck of her vagina and it was
slowly forcing its way into her. Betsy groaned as her tight, wet opening
was stretched but she made no effort to pull away because the man's thumb
was lightly strumming against the burning clitoris all the while that his
twisting finger advanced.

"God! You are a virgin! I didn't think that there were any left!!"

Betsy felt her cheeks burn as she blushed. The naked child hid her
embarrassment by forcing her tired little hand and arm to jerk faster and
faster on his slippery prick.

"I'll make it nice," Mr. Simpson groaned in her ear.

Betsy sighed and began to roll her slim hips as the fingers that moved
in her hairless pussy made her feel better and better!

"I'll make you feel so good that you'll scream for more!"

The man's wet tongue worked in and out of her ear, down the nape of her
neck and across her shoulder. Betsy shook. Her small mouth opened and she
moaned with pleasure. The girl's dark eyes popped open in surprise and
before she actually knew what was happening inside of her slim body, her
climax exploded in a starburst of pleasure!!!

"Annnnggghhh!!" The naked child moaned and shuddered as her hot,
hairless slit sucked and pulled around Mr. Simpson's twirling, pressing
finger. "Aaaaiiiieeee!! Ohhh, Mr. Simpson aaaaiiiieeee!!!"

Betsy's thighs stiffened, her belly fluttered, and her head repeatedly
banged against Mr. Simpson's shoulder while the handsome man's knowing
finger made her slim, beautiful body dance and jerk.

"Go faster aggghhh!! You're going to make me cum, little honey," the
handsome man theater manager snorted in her ear.

Betsy's arm ached but the jolting flashes of joy that were still
exploding between her splayed thighs gave her fresh energy and the pretty
little girl worked as hard as she could to finish the job that she started.

"Annnnuuuugggghhh!!" His fat cock jumped. Betsy was watching with
fevered interest when the swollen slit in the glans opened and a long,
white jet of hot cum shot in the air and then came splattering down on her
naked thighs and belly. "Oggghhhh haaaggghhh!!"

The tired little brunette lay slumped against Mr. Simpson's shoulder.
She was so exhausted that Betsy hardly took notice as the man used the
fingers of both of his hands to spread his cooling cum all over her smooth,
naked little body.

"You're going to work out just fine, Betsy," the man whispered and
kissed her cheek. "I'm going to make sure that you earn a lot of money for
your mommy and have a lot of fun doing it."

Small warning bells rang in the girl's mind but she ignored them as she
watched with growing interest while he painted the still sharp tips of her
little nipples with a thick coat of his sticky semen.

CHAPTER TWO

Her first night at work. It was so exciting! Betsy caught sight of her
reflection in one of the glass lobby doors and paused to admire it. She was
proud of herself. Her deep blue costume top clung tight and instead of
hanging loose from her bust the way she thought it would, it seemed to push
her firm little tits higher and made them look larger than they were. The
pretty little brunette liked the way that her short red skirt hugged her
waist then fit over the curve of her developing hips and saucy buttocks.
There was a tight fitting pair of matching red panties just peeking out 
from under the skirt and Betsy had thought the whole effect was wonderful.

The slender little usherette looked away from the glass and saw the
snack-bar manager, Mrs. Borden, looking at her. Betsy flushed guiltily and
remembered that she was supposed to be working. Taking a firm grip on her
flashlight, the little girl peeked one more time at her reflection and
admired the way that her daring uniform made her legs look even longer than
they were.

The door to Aisle C closed soundlessly behind her as Betsy stepped into
the darkened auditorium. All she had to do was watch for smokers, keep
little children from running up and down the aisles and help the other two
ushers when she was asked to. Mr. Simpson said it was the job he gave to
all the new girls.

Mr. Simpson! Betsy was glad that no one could see her in the dark
because she could feel her cheeks burning when she thought about him. A
funny, warm sensation began between her legs every time that Betsy thought
about the things that Mr. Simpson did to her. She knew it was wrong for her
to let the man touch her and teach her those things, but it did make her
feel good, just the way that he promised. Besides, it made Betsy feel grown
up and daring just to know that a grown up man was interested in her like
that!

Betsy passed down the aisle feeling important when some kids that she
knew saw her and whispered excitedly among themselves. The pretty little
girl passed between the first row and the screen and then walked up Aisle
D.

"What is your name again, dear? I'm sorry but I was so busy earlier that
I don't think I caught it."

Betsy was startled, she'd stopped by the candy counter and since the
good looking blonde clerk hadn't spoken to her all evening, she hadn't
expected her to do so now.

"It's Betsy Morrison, ma'am," the pretty little brunette said quickly.

Mrs. Borden smiled at her and tossed her blonde hair with a shake of the
head. The motion also made the older woman's large, creamy looking breasts
jiggle under her tight fitting uniform top.

"Ohhh, don't be so formal, Betsy. You can call me Grace, I work here
just like you."

Betsy smiled shyly and nodded her head, she was impressed by how pretty
and self assured Grace was. She was also painfully aware of how well built
the blonde was and wondered if she was ever going to grow up and look half
as nice as that.

Grace reached across the counter and gently brushed Betsy's long dark
hair back from her shoulder, letting the tips of her fingers touch the
girl's neck as she did. "You look so cute in your costume, Betsy. It's very
becoming."

The blonde's green eyes moved down over her slim body and without
knowing why, the pretty little girl felt nervous. Grace smiled again as she
pointed up the stairs behind Betsy. "It's almost intermission. You'd better
go up and check the ladies lounge and make sure that everything is all
right."

Betsy scurried up the stairs and put her uneasy thoughts about Grace out
of her mind. When she checked the restroom and returned, Betsy heard the
film end and she helped the other usherette open the doors.

"How's it going?"

The other girl's name was Kathy. She was older than Betsy, about
seventeen.

"It's always confusing on the first night, you'll get used to it." Kathy
grinned, she had blue eyes and dark, auburn hair. "Well, I've got to go and
help Grace behind the counter, see you."

Betsy watched Kathy hurry away and was impressed by the other girl's
shapely legs and the sexy way that her round, firm bottom swayed when she
walked. The little brunette looked down at her own slim legs and despaired
of their ever filling out.

The evening flew by. Everything was so new and so exciting that Betsy
hardly noticed. Twice she'd had to flash her light on customers and ask
them to stop smoking and she was surprised to note that it gave her a sense
of power that she'd never had before.

The pretty girl stopped just inside the doors and looked around the
auditorium. This was the second showing and there weren't so many patrons.
Betsy only glanced up at the screen from time to time. The movie was filled
with gunshots and squealing tires and she didn't care for it much.

She wasn't sure if it was a movement or a sound that caught her
attention, but something drew her to the seats just to her right. The only
people in the last three rows were a couple and they were pressing against
her and from the way that their heads were moving Betsy could tell that
they were kissing.

The slim little usherette stifled a giggle and craned her neck so that
she could see better. Mr. Simpson had told her not to say anything to
neckers unless they got out of hand or that people around them complained.
Betsy saw the man's arm move away from the lady's shoulder and dropped out
of sight, in a few seconds the lady stiffened and then began to kiss him
even harder than before!

It wasn't so funny now. Betsy felt a small trickle of excitement run
down the full length of her spine. Deep inside of her belly the little girl
felt her tight vagina twist and the muscles around it pull. She'd seen
other people kissing and messing around before and wondered why this would
excite her so much.

Moving carefully and slowly, Betsy inched forward so that she could see
down the aisle and see what the man was doing to make the lady sigh and
wiggle so. The scene on the screen was being done in daylight and it cast a
glowing silver light around the theater, enough light for the shocked
little girl to get her wish!

The man had pulled the lady's skirt up over her tummy and was working
his hand between her parted thighs. The lips of Betsy's own little pussy 
grew hot and moist when she watched the woman jerk and then shake her hips
like that. Wicked, naughty memories of Mr. Simpson teased and nipped at
Betsy and before she knew it, the little girl was excited.

The lady moved a little and Betsy was faintly shocked when she saw that
her blouse was unbuttoned and her bare breasts were gleaming in the silver
light. Just then, Betsy saw a flash of something white in the man's lap and
once she concentrated on it, she could make out what it was. The lady had
his big, hard prick in her hand and she was playing with it!!!

Betsy shivered and remembered how exciting it was to run her fingers up
and down the length of Mr. Simpson's big old thing and she wondered if that
other man's cock felt any different?

The couple kept their heads together, kissing and whispering while they
masturbated each other. Betsy was so excited that her knees were shaking as
she pressed close against the arm of a seat and openly stared at them. The
little girl found that by bending her knees a little, she could force the
smooth wooden armrest against her burning little mound and then by flexing
her thighs she could make it rub against her there.

As she stood in the darkness, rubbing her moist little groove against
the armrest, the lady in the seat began to moan softly. Most of the sounds
she made were drowned out by the film's sound track, but Betsy was certain
that she could hear moans, squeals, and gasps as the lady stiffened in the
seat and began to shake as the man's hand flashed between her spread and
shaking thighs. She was cumming! Betsy was shocked to see it happen in
public like this and the fact that it was made it even more thrilling to
her!

The woman's hand was still working up and down on the man's white tube
of a cock and when he groaned and pulled her close to him, Betsy knew that
he was going to shoot his cum! The pretty little girl sighed softly to
herself and rubbed harder against the seat as she watched the two struggle
for a moment. Betsy saw the lady shake her head and try to pull back but
the man was stronger and in just seconds he'd managed to grip her by the
nape of the neck and push her head down in his lap. She was forced to slide
out of her seat and kneel on the floor to keep from breaking her neck!

For an instant, Betsy was puzzled, but then she saw the woman's head
begin to bob up and down and she understood! The pretty little girl felt an
awful surging sensation in her belly when she realized that the woman had
the man's thick cock in her mouth. She was going to suck all that messy goo
when it shot out of him!!!

She'd heard about women doing that for men. She'd seen the name scrawled
on walls but somehow Betsy never really believed that it happened! In spite
of the revulsion she felt, the little brunette's excitement didn't die
away. It even grew stronger!! Betsy's legs were shaking as she rolled her
hips harder and strained to see every obscene detail of what was happening.
She could see the lady's pretty face in profile and watched as her ovaled
lips slid up and down on the man's erect cock. In the dim light, she could
see the prick glisten wetly as the lady nursed on it. The pretty little 
girl's heart was hammering in her chest and she was so close to her own
climax that she didn't see the door open or hear the footsteps behind her,
until it was way too late!!

The man on the seat was groaning, his head fell back against the padded
seat and he began to make frantic thrusts. He had one hand on top of the
lady's head and held it down while he came. Betsy gasped and shook when she
imagined all that white mess shooting in her own mouth and was about to
have her own little orgasm when a voice breathed in her ear.

"You shouldn't be playing around watching other people," the voice said
quietly. "You're just lucky that I'm the one who caught you or you'd be
fired before you even got started."

The shocked little usherette whirled away from the wooden armrest. Her
slender body was shrieking with protest and demanding that last few hard
thrusts that it would take her to climax. Before her, the humiliated little
girl saw the head usher, a tall, handsome boy named Rick. The look she saw
in his snapping eyes sent a charge of excitement and fear through her.

Rick paused and took a long look over Betsy's shoulder, then, grinning,
he took hold of her arm and, pushing her ahead of him, started hurrying
down the aisle toward the door that led backstage.

The minute the door shut behind them, Rick began to laugh. He still held
her by the arm as he led Betsy behind the tall screen and to a small alcove
by the back wall.

It was all so frightening and confusing! Betsy looked around her and
shivered. The sound from the film was far away, the speakers were pointed
in another direction, but the little girl could see the gigantic reverse
images on the screen before them. Betsy stared in shock at what looked like
a gigantic moving pillar before she realized that the image she saw, the
image that was taller than she was, was a close up of a man's finger
dialing a phone!! She didn't know why the head usher had brought her back
here and she was worried beyond words!

Rick stood by the wall and was talking into a phone extension that hung
there. Betsy stood very still where he left her and looked around. The back
wall jogged for some reason and formed a small semi-room. The surprised
little girl saw a table, a couple of chairs and a cot covered with a
bedspread in the space.

Rick hung up the phone and flopped down on the cot. He was smiling at
her as he motioned for her to come to him. "Hey, kid! Come over here and
sit. I want to have a little talk to you."

Betsy didn't want to go over there. Something about the way that Rick
looked at her frightened Betsy, but the thought of getting fired on her
first night on the job was even more frightening, so she obeyed.

Hesitantly, Betsy moved toward the slim head usher. He was so handsome
and looked so good in his form-fitting uniform that Betsy felt awkward and
awed. Their fingers touched and the pretty little twelve-year-old
shuddered. That funny, wiggling feeling flared back to life between her
legs.

Pulling her down on the cot beside him, the handsome young man grinned
at Betsy. "Was that the first time that you ever saw some chick giving a
guy a blow job?"

Betsy was so embarrassed and shocked by Rick's blunt question that she
had to hide her face in her hands.

Rick chuckled and Betsy was so shaken that she didn't react when he
slipped his arm around her shoulders. "A pretty little chick like you
shouldn't have to rub her cunt against a seat just to get off," Rick
whispered. "At least not when there's someone like me around to take care
of you."

He didn't give Betsy a chance to protest. Rick knew exactly what to do
and he did it with such ease that Betsy didn't know what was happening to
her until she found herself lying flat on her back with the good looking
head usher bending over her.

He kissed her and this time, when she felt the pressure of his tongue,
the trembling little girl knew what was expected of her. She opened her
mouth and let his muscular, slippery tongue slip past her lips and search
for her own. At the same time, the older boy's hands were moving over
Betsy's hips and down her smooth, hairless thighs.

She was so surprised that she couldn't resist him. Rick's knowing hands
drifted down over her bare thighs and each splayed finger left a glowing
path of excitement on her flesh.

Their tongues were flicking and lashing against each other and with each
passing second, the inexperienced little girl became hotter and more eager.
Shyly, Betsy's arms lifted and wrapped around Rick's neck. She used her
hold to lift herself off the bed and press her glowing body against his
while he caressed her thighs and gently pushed them apart.

Betsy shuddered when she felt the boy's hand pressing against the
silk-soft flesh of her inner thighs and she lifted herself again, using her
splayed feet to press herself against his muscular body.

When the kiss ended, Rick sat up but he kept one hand between the
gasping little brunette's legs as he used the other to unbutton his tight
tunic. Betsy couldn't believe what was happening to her! The lovely girl
shook and shivered as the older boy's hand moved up her bare flesh until
the backs of his knuckles were pressing firmly against the swollen outline
of her hairless little cunt!

"Please," Betsy whispered faintly. "I I'm only twelve you can't
ohhhhh!!" Rick had ignored her and forced the elastic of her uniform
panties and her own tight briefs aside and had pressed two fingers in
against the velvet soft flesh of her vulva!

"Don't kid me," the handsome head usher panted as he pulled his hand
away long enough to slide the sleeve of his tunic down over it and then
sent his extended fingers back under her clothing again. "I know Newt
Simpson better than anyone around here and I can promise you that he
doesn't hire any chicks around here that don't put out up front!!"

Betsy wanted to protest again, but the fingers had found the puffy 
separation of her wet little pussy lips and she gasped as they plunged in
and found the stiff bud of her clitoris.

"Agggghhh Oooooo, he he didn't do it to me," the trembling little girl
moaned as she shook her head from side to side. "I'm a virgin. He didn't
make me let him put it in!!" Betsy's slim body was jerking and rolling,
Rick's expert fingers were twisting and twirling in her plump little mound
sending rocket bursts of pleasure up her spine each time that her rigid
love bud was mashed or brushed!!

Then one of Rick's fingers began to press against the mouth of Betsy's
little pussy and the girl moaned with pain and fear. "Unnnggghhh you're
hurting me! Owwww!" The lovely little girl was so busy trying to roll her
stinging cunt away from the older boy's finger that she didn't see his free
hand as it jerked his fly open and pull his long, skinny erection into
view.

The blunt tip of the boy's finger found the taut membrane that told of
the groaning little girl's virginity and Rick snorted in surprise. "Christ!
You were telling me the truth." His other finger was still massaging the
swollen tip of Betsy's little clitoris and the mixture of pain and pleasure
that she felt was mind bending!

"What did you do for him, honey? I know Simpson, he didn't let you out
of that office before you made him cum. What did you have to do to make him
shoot his load for you?"

Betsy opened her mouth, but, instead of words, all that came out was a
long drawn out grunt of pleasure!! The lovely little girl's dark eyes
popped open and she stared with sightless amazement at the grinning boy as
he finger fucked her into squealing, jerking orgasm!!!

"Awwwwuuuugggghhh!! Oh I huuuunnnnggg!!!" Betsy couldn't breathe. She
gasped and bucked wildly as she fought to fill her aching lungs with air,
but each time, another heavy jolt of pleasure would smash through her and
take her breath with it!!

"Tell me about it, honey," Rick demanded as he continued to work his
finger in her. "Tell me what you did for Simpson!!"

Betsy moaned, her hands crept down and gripped Rick at the wrist,
pressing his hand against her squirming bottom.

"What did you do?"

"Oooooo," Betsy moaned as the intense pleasure sensations began to fade
and she could breathe again. "I used my hand!" The shaken child formed a
circle with her thumb and forefinger and made an obscene shaking motion to
show the handsome usher what she'd done.

Rick shrugged and pulled the trembling child to a sitting position
beside him. "I'll settle for that, kid. A hand job for starters, anyway."
For the first time, Betsy saw that the older boy had his pants open and she
stared in dull surprise at his cock as it jerked and twitched in front of
her.

The waves of her orgasm were still rippling and washing inside of her
and Betsy didn't hesitate for a moment. The little girl wrapped her fingers
around the warm, pulsating shaft of the head usher's long, scary cock.

Rick sighed happily as Betsy began to masturbate him. The handsome usher
leaned back so that the blushing little girl's hand had a free stroke up
and down the long steel length of his erect cock.

Betsy stared at Rick's big dong and shivered. She liked the feel of
Rick's warm flesh against hers and enjoyed the pleased groans and sighing
sounds that he made as she jacked him off. The pretty little girl was
surprised because she didn't feel any guilt. In fact, playing with Rick's
long hardon made Betsy feel excited and happy.

"That's nice, little girl," Rick sighed as he hugged Betsy closer and
watched her masturbate him.

The handsome head usher's hands moved under her rocking arm and in a few
moments Betsy was surprised and a little shocked to feel her uniform top
slacken and fall away from her heated body. It was apparent that Rick knew
exactly where the snaps and the zipper were. Betsy realized that Rick had
undressed a lot of usherettes before! For a moment, the surprised little
brunette paused and wondered if she shouldn't try to get away from Rick.
But then the handsome older boy slipped one of his hands under her loosened
top and the feel of his warm fingers as they closed around the firm mound
of her budding breast was so nice that the idea was turned to steam by the
pleasure.

Betsy moaned and shuddered when the boy's fingers found her pointed
little nipples and pinched and twisted at them. The pretty child's fingers
tightened around Rick's throbbing cock and she increased the speed of her
stroke until her hand was only a white blur in the dim backstage light.

Rick grunted and squeezed harder at the small globe of her forming
breast. His voice sounded thick and slurred when he spoke to Betsy.
"Agggghhh, keep it up, kid!" Rick stiffened and, for an exciting moment,
Betsy thought that he was going to cum. The excited little girl felt a hot,
burning itch deep in the tight sleeve of her untried vagina as she stared
at the swollen, purplish head of the head usher's cock. "Remember that lady
in the last row? Have you ever done that? Have you ever sucked a nice hard
prick?"

Betsy groaned, her eyes bulged in her head, and when she thought about
letting the fat glans that she was staring at in her moist little mouth,
her stomach spun and shook with disgust and excitement!!

"What's the matter, don't you want to talk about it? I saw you, honey.
You were wearing out that armrest with your hot pussy when you saw that
other cunt gobble that guy's cock and drink his cum!!"

"Oooooo, don't talk about that," the pretty little girl pleaded. "It
makes me feel sick."

Rick laughed and hugged her tighter. His hand worked over the smooth
curve of her rib cage and fastened around one of her hard little breasts
again, making the little girl gasp and shiver as she responded to the
fierce pleasure that she experienced.

"Oh, no, honey," the handsome older boy crooned as he let his fingers 
dance over Betsy's slender young body. "Not sick, excited! You can't fool
me, I saw how you jumped and wiggled when that bitch swallowed that guy's
big cock!" Betsy moaned and squeezed even harder at the handsome boy's
jerking, pulsating cock.

Rick groaned and shivered. The excited little girl felt his long
erection grow in her fist and she pumped even harder. She wanted to see it
happen again, wanted to watch the white fountain of his cum. Suddenly,
Betsy realized that more than anything she wanted that!!!

"You should learn," Rick gushed as he stroked Betsy's trim, healthy
body, making the excited little girl moan and quiver as wave after
delightful wave of pleasure swept over her. "You are a pretty chick and
every pretty chick should know how to slip a fat cock in her mouth and make
her man moan when she sucks on it."

Betsy whimpered. She couldn't drag her eyes away from the thick, pulpy
head of Rick's throbbing cock. His words ran and echoed in her ears as she
stared at the handsome usher's bloated erection.

"Ohhh, baby! I'm going to cum!! Get down there and take it in your
mouth!!"

Betsy didn't move and she was rewarded by a hard slap against the side
of her head.

"Suck it, whore! And don't you dare let a drop of it get on my
uniform!!" The young head usher jerked at her and Betsy, caught off
balance, was pulled off the cot.

She wasn't fast enough and that earned her another slap while Rick
pulled her head down toward his long, white mushroom of a cock. "Suck my
cock, honey. That's what it's going to cost you to keep me from going to
the boss and telling him that you won't do!!"

It wasn't fair! Betsy felt herself weaken when she thought about the
good that extra money would do. She began to whimper when she imagined what
her friends would say when they heard that she lost her job on the first
night and worst of all, the lovely little girl felt the last of her
resistance rip away when she imagined what it would be like to slip the fat
crown of the handsome boy's cock in her mouth!!

"Annnnggghhhh," Rick moaned when Betsy relaxed and allowed his hand to
push her head down to meet the bloated crown of his prick and she was
forced to give it a long, loving kiss!!

The velvet flesh of Rick's glans slipped delightfully across the nerve
endings of her lips. Betsy shuddered and kissed it again. She loved the
feel of his penis and the idea made her tingle all over. This time, the
excited little girl didn't hesitate. She mashed her full lips against the
cock and even dared flick at it with the tip of her pink little tongue.

Rick groaned and pulled her closer.

Betsy knew what the boy wanted and, while her sweaty fist continued its
rapid up and down stroke she opened her lips and sucked the mushroom-shaped
head of the prick into her saliva filled mouth!

"Aggghhh! Yeah!! Suck it. Gobble my cock, honey!" Rick's hips began to 
jerk and the thrilled twelve-year-old felt his iron-hard erection swell and
then buck hard as the first hot stream of his cum shot out and clogged her
small mouth! Betsy moaned with a twisted excitement. The thick liquid
coated her teeth, clogged her throat and was threatening to squirt out of
her tightly pursed lips, she had to swallow it or choke! The pretty child's
throat muscles worked and then worked again and her churning belly was
filled with his hot seed!

CHAPTER THREE

As the bus came closer and closer to her stop, Betsy could feel her
nerves crawling under her skin. The pretty little brunette stared out of
the window and shook her head when she thought about the things that had
happened to her during the day.

"It wasn't bad enough for me to do that with Mr. Simpson," Betsy told
herself. "We need the money and I guess there was some excuse, but when
Rick" Betsy shivered happily when she thought about the head usher. He was
so strong and so exciting!

Betsy's pointed tongue worked back and forth behind her teeth. She'd
rinsed her mouth out when Rick let her go, but even with that she was sure
that she could taste the yeasty tang of the boy's thick cum.

"Whore! He called me that and that's what I am!" Betsy shook herself and
pressed her lips together in a tight, hard line. "I'm not supposed to do
things like that, much less like it! What would happen if Mom found out
what I'm doing?"

She felt ashamed and dirty thinking about her mother. Julia was such a
good woman, so hard working and clean, Betsy was shamed when she thought
about what she'd been doing. The little girl shifted uneasily, feeling a
moist trickle of love juice leaking out of her plump pussy. That, and the
ripples of dirty excitement that she felt, worried her. Could she tell?
When Betsy got home, would her mother be able to look at her and know what
she'd been doing?

She was so wrapped up in her morbid thoughts that she almost missed her
stop. Hurriedly, the little twelve-year-old jerked the bell cord and
stepped off the bus. The pussy juice was still leaking out of her and made
the hairless folds of her puffy little cunt rub and slip as they brushed
together.

It was almost midnight and Betsy was worried. She hadn't been able to
call her mother and tell her how late she would be and she was worried that
her mother would be angry and upset. The pretty little brunette had a whole
mouthful of excuses ready when she stepped through the door, but the second
that she saw the glowing smile on her mother's pretty face and the man
sitting on the couch, she realized that she wouldn't need them.

"Are you all right, darling? I was so worried, but I hoped that you were
working. Did you get the job?"

Betsy heard the words, but realized with a pang that her mother wasn't
really worried. The man leaning back on the couch, looking at her, had kept
her busy.

"Yes," Betsy bubbled happily. "I got the job and I can make a lot of
money. Mr. Simpson, he's the manager, says" Her happy words were stilled
as her mother shook her head in mock anger.

"Ohhhh, no, it's late! You slip off to bed right now, young lady! You
can tell me all about your lovely job in the morning!!" Julia caught her by
the arm and only paused long enough to perform a quick introduction before
she steered the surprised little brunette out of the room. "Dave, this
little waif is my daughter, Betsy. Betsy, this is Mr. Henry. He works in my
office. Say goodnight and slip off to bed, baby."

Before she realized what was happening to her, Betsy was in her room
with her mother standing at the door. Julia had a serious look on her face.
"Now, go to sleep, baby. I'll shut the connecting door. See you in the
morning."

Betsy was shocked. She stared at the closed door to her room and shook
her head in wonder. It was obvious that her mother wanted to be alone with
that man. For the first time in her life, the little girl realized that her
mother was a human, that she got lonely  and that she needed sex!!

Betsy was shaken. She knew that a part of her childhood was dead, that
reality had pushed in and destroyed something very fragile and steadying in
her life.

She was tired. Pushing her thoughts aside, Betsy hurriedly stripped out
of her clothes and into her nightgown. The pretty little girl refused to
think about what was happening to her and around her. She snapped off the
lamp beside her bed and felt the sleep creeping in on her before her small
head hit the pillow.

Something, a sound, a feeling woke her up! Betsy found herself sitting
upright in her bed, staring around her darkened bedroom. The little girl's
heart was beating hard and her breath was coming in short, panicky bursts.
At last, Betsy realized that there was nothing threatening in the room and
began to relax. The little girl was ready to laugh at her fears and go back
to sleep when she heard a low, wavering moan of pain and pleasure!

The little brunette felt her nerves jump under her skin and the hairs on
the back of her neck lift. Betsy jumped out of bed and headed for her door.
That moan wasn't a dream. It was real. And it was coming from her mother's
bedroom!

Betsy didn't know what to expect. She could not imagine what would make
Julia moan and whimper the way she was. The little girl was frightened and
nervous as she crept down the darkened hallway that led to her mother's
bedroom. With each step she took, the little girl could hear her mother
groaning and whispering to someone.

"Awwwwgh, God! Oh, baby, I you can't know! Ohhh, honey, it's been so
long!" She recognized the sound in her mother's voice and Betsy was tempted
to turn around and run back to her room. But the memory of that lady in the
audience taunted Betsy and called to her. The little girl felt a sweet
stirring between her slender thighs and knew that she couldn't stop. She
had to know, had to see what her mother was doing!

The door to the bedroom was partly open, and Betsy found that she could
see into Julia's room by pressing her eye against the crack by the hinges.
The lamp over her mother's bed was on and it bathed the room in a muted,
pink light. Betsy felt her knees shake with excitement when she saw her
mother, lying spread-eagled on the bed. Mr. Henry was kneeling over her and
they were both naked!

The pretty twelve-year-old shuddered and slowly sank to her knees as she
watched the big man work a stiff forefinger in and out of her mother's
dark, hairy sex. Each time that the finger sank home, Julia would groan or
gasp and shake her naked bottom. At the same time that Dave Henry used his
finger to rouse and torment her, the lovely woman's clenched fist jerked
and pulled on his huge, swollen cock!

Betsy couldn't tear her eyes away from the prick that her mother was so
lovingly stroking. The head of the penis was so big that it made Betsy's
tummy twist and turn, it was an angry, dark red, almost purple, and in its
one blind eye, she could see thick drops of clear liquid seeping out and
drooling over her fingers.

Without thinking, the little girl's own fingers crept up under her
shorty nightgown, then slipped under the elastic waistband of the bottoms.
It felt nice when she ran her hand down over the soft curve of her belly
and then pressed her fingers against the fatty flesh that covered her
hairless little mound.

While her mother gasped and whispered to the strange man, the small
brunette pressed one of her fingers between the puffy lips of her pussy and
wiggled it around, wetting it in the slick, clear oil of her love juice.
Betsy still stared at Mr. Henry's big, hairy cock and when she caught
herself wondering what it would taste like and how it would feel as it
slipped into her open mouth she had to press her free hand against her
mouth to keep from squealing out loud.

"In me," Julia panted as she pulled at the naked man. "Please, Dave, I
need it inside of me!" The handsome man chuckled and shook his head. Julia
moaned and tried again to pull him on top of her naked, writhing body.
"Please! Fuck me, Dave!"

"You're not ready yet," Dave whispered, a large grin creasing his face.
"You'll have to work if you want it, Julia. You made me wait for a long
time, now it's your turn."

Mr. Henry was smiling, but Betsy could sense something dangerous about
him and that sense of danger was so thrilling that the little girl
shuddered and tried to force the tip of her finger into the tight, unused
throat of her vagina.

Dave pulled his finger out of Betsy's mother's cunt and Julia moaned as
she tried to arch her body up off the bed to follow it. The grinning man 
caught a handful of the poor woman's thick, dark hair and jerked, pulling
her up until her bruised-looking lips were pressed against the wet tip of
his hard, throbbing cock.

Betsy knew what was coming. She felt her whole body begin to glow with
excitement and she pressed her little finger so deep in the tight grip of
her love sheath that the tip pressed painfully against her tightly
stretched hymen.

Mr. Henry laughed softly when her mother whimpered and Betsy pressed
closer to the door and strained to hear every word that he hissed at her.
"Get on it, honey! I can tell that you want to suck it! Wrap those lips
around my cock and suck it. Earn the fucking that you are begging for!"

A tiny moan of sympathy oozed out of Betsy when she saw her mother blush
and wiggle. Mr. Henry jerked at her hair and the lovely brunette moaned as
her lips went slack and allowed the greasy-looking head of the penis to
slip past them and enter her mouth.

Betsy's own mouth fell open and a small, rippling orgasm rumbled through
her. Julia gasped and mumbled, her words muffled by the thick post of flesh
that stuffed her mouth. Even as she jiggled her finger back and forth over
her stiff little clitoris, Betsy knew that all she had to do was keep on
going and she could cum again!

"I was right," Dave Henry whispered as he forced her mother's head to
bob back and forth on the head of his prick. Even across the room, Betsy
could hear the lewd, smacking sounds that Julia's mouth was making as she
struggled to swallow almost half of the thick probe.

The shaken twelve-year-old remembered the strange, slick feeling of
Rick's cock as it slid back and forth over her tongue and wondered if that
sensation pleased her mother as much as it had her. Julia was moaning and
making small protest sounds while she pursed her lips tight around the
thick shaft of the man's big prick and sucked. But Betsy noticed that, at
the same time, her hips were making a slow, revolving motion and her hands
were slowly moving around his muscular thighs and pulling him closer as she
meekly serviced his throbbing erection.

"Ooooo, yeah. You can't fool me, darling," Mr. Henry breathed. His head
fell back and his eyes closed while he smiled. "You know how to give head!
Someone took a lot of time with you and taught you how to suck cock like a
dream!"

He was right! Betsy trembled as she watched the expert way that her
mother twisted her head and pressed forward, jamming another two fat inches
of cock in her mouth. The whole scene was more than Betsy could stand. The
pretty child sighed softly and wiggled her own trim little bottom when she
realized what she was seeing. Never again could she look at her mother as
that clam, serene person who was so much under control, so unruffled that
nothing could ever really touch her.

Julia mumbled something. Her pelvis was jerking and Betsy gasped with
shock and Dave laughed when the beautiful woman's hand crept down over her
belly and a finger dipped deep and straight into the fleshy crease of her 
sex.

"Is it good? Is that how you've been making it? Do you sneak off a few
times a day and finger fuck yourself, baby?"

Betsy felt angry and ashamed for her mother when Julia was forced to nod
her head and try to suck even harder on the cock in a mute effort to please
the man.

Julia's thighs were spread wide and Betsy could see the deep pink flesh
of her mother's inner membranes as they flashed and glistened in the light.
Julia never stopped sucking while she fingered herself. Betsy could hear
the rasping, vibrating sounds that her mother's mouth made as she
shamelessly sucked and nursed on the handsome man's prick.

"Do you really need it? Do you want my cock inside of you, baby?"
Julia's cheeks were a bright red and Betsy knew that she was ashamed  but
apparently shame wasn't enough to stop her because she nodded her head and
hugged the man even tighter than before.

Dave groaned happily when he used his grip in Julia's hair to pull her
sucking lips away from the pulpy head of his big dong. Betsy gasped softly
and excitedly pinched at her firm little clit when she saw how much larger
and darker his glans looked after her mother had mouthed it.

"Roll over, honey. I'll take care of you. I'll fuck you until you'll
think that you're dying!"

Betsy's frilly shorty bottoms were in her way and, while she watched her
lovely, naked mother eagerly roll over on her belly then pull herself up
until she knelt on all fours before the man, she pulled them down.

"You got it right," Dave chuckled as he moved in behind Julia. "I know
that somewhere, sometime, some smart stud had his hands on you and taught
you the way to take care of a man!"

Julia moaned and shook her bottom, making the fleshy cheeks of her ass
quiver and tremble as she offered herself up to him.

It was shocking and terrible, but Betsy knew in her heart that the
laughing, sneering man was right. Her mother, her cool, sophisticated
mother, was no stranger to this sort of thing and it was even more apparent
that she wanted it so badly that she would do anything to get it!

Betsy's panties were down to her knees. The pretty child had hiked her
gown up over her waist and was shamelessly wiggling her near naked body as
her small finger wormed its way in and out of her puffy, pouting pussy. It
was dirty and naughty but it felt sooo good!

Julia whimpered but didn't answer the taunting challenge in Dave's
voice. Betsy shivered and felt herself begin to tremble terribly as she
watched the big man press his naked body against her mother's raised bottom
and fit the bloated tip of his prick between the ivory smooth cheeks of her
shapely ass.

For a terrible moment, the little girl thought that the man was going to
force his big rammer into the wrong place. Betsy knew about sodomy, she
knew that people sometimes used the wrong place to make love, but she'd
always hated and feared the idea before. But, when Betsy saw the thick, 
discolored head of Dave Henry's big dong move between her mother's
buttocks, she was shocked to feel a sharp, twisting sensation in her own
puckered anal opening.

Julia knelt at an angle and Betsy could see every move of the hard cock
as it pressed closer to her trembling mother's bottom. Julia moaned and her
little daughter sighed with relief when the big prick skidded over the pink
rosette of her anus and bulled its way between the hair-fringed lips of her
sex.

"Annngghh," Julia groaned when the saliva-coated shaft of Dave's cock
followed the enlarged head of his cock into her love groove. "Go slow,
darling, oooo, it feels so big! Go slow. Don't hurt me with your big, fat
cock!" The words meant one thing, but Betsy could hear something else in
the tone of her mother's voice. It was as if Julia wanted him to hurt her,
wanted Mr. Henry to split her in half with his huge cock and was giving him
the needed invitation to do it!

"Ahhh, it feels big. You like it big, don't you, Julia? You want me to
fill this tight little cunt of yours with meat, don't you?"

There was a mean, thin-lipped smile on the handsome man's face. Betsy
saw Dave's fingers sink into the soft flesh of her mother's waist and pull
her back to meet the hard bulk of his big spear.

"Oooowwaaaahhh!" Julia's shapely body vibrated.

Betsy shuddered as the thick inches of the man's prick were forced into
her mother's body and she felt her own hard little clitoris swell until it
hurt. "Unnngghh," Julia moaned. "You're tearing me! Ohhh, God, annnggghh!"

Julia's head fell, her hair covered her face as she began to slowly
shake it back and forth. Betsy moaned softly and pressed even harder at the
thin barrier that kept her finger out of the moist, twisting pit of her own
virginal love slot. The lovely little girl felt her flesh crawl as she
inched even closer to the door and watched her mother's large, firm breasts
swing and slap against each other. Betsy was especially drawn to the long,
thick fingers of her mother's nipples as they stood out dark and swollen
from the smooth curves of her breasts. For a reason that she didn't
understand, Betsy wished that she was in the room with them. And what was
worse and more disturbing, she wished that she was lying beneath those
swaying globes and could take them in her pink mouth and suck and suck on
them like she used to do when she was a baby!

Dave grunted and moaned. He thrust and slammed himself at Julia and the
sound of his lean belly slapping against her mother's fleshy ass cheeks
excited Betsy. The lovely little brunette groaned softly and wiggled her
finger in the wet, slippery mouth of her pussy. Her sore little clit burned
and stung, but the pleasure that she felt was so much stronger than the
pain that she didn't consider stopping.

"Shake your ass, woman," Dave snarled as he drove himself into Julia's
stretched cunt. "Roll you hips and make your pussy eat my cock!"

Betsy was shocked that he would talk to her mother like that, she was
even more shocked when she realized that Julia liked it and did as she was 
told!

Apparently, the suffering woman didn't move fast enough to please him.
Mr. Henry grinned as he brought the broad flat of his palm down on her
white bottom. He was spanking her! "I said, shake it! Come on, don't yell!
You'll wake your kid and you wouldn't want her to see you getting stuffed
like this, would you?" Julia squealed and shook, red finger marks appeared
on her ass and she frantically began to shake. As she did, her climax
caught her and she wailed and cried.

"Aaaaiieeee! Oooo, cum! Please, Dave, cum in my pussy, fill me up!"
Betsy began to tremble, her own small body took on a glow and she had to
bite down hard on her knuckle to keep from screaming out loud as she had an
orgasm, too!

"Oooo, Mama, how could you? How aaaaiiieeee!!!" A trickle of juice wet
her fingers and the shaking little girl didn't know if it was love juice or
pee, or both. All she knew was that it was lovely to wiggle and twist as
she dreamed of a cock of her very own!

CHAPTER FOUR

Betsy slowly shook her head and hugged herself as she stepped down from
her bus and stood on the street corner. She needed a few minutes to gather
her thoughts. Betsy felt like her whole world had turned upside down and
she was lost. There were no familiar bases to touch, any more.

It had been so hard to talk to Julia this morning. Betsy felt like
crying when she remembered how she'd stared at her mother as if she'd never
seen her before in her life. "Well, that's the way it is, isn't it? I've
never seen her do things like that before. I never even thought that she
knew about things like that!"

The pretty twelve-year-old felt a dull resentment inside her when she
thought about Julia. She felt cheated and lied to, as if her mother had
been playing a game with her all these years. Betsy knew that Julia was
only human, but when she thought about her mother, all she could see was
her twisted face and hear again the guttural groans and snorts of delight
that she made when Mr. Henry's big prick slid in and out of her!

Betsy was tense and uneasy. She could feel that silky, twisting feeling
in her belly. It never seemed to go away any more. It was with her all the
time and only became stronger when she thought about the dirty things that
she'd done and seen in the past two days.

Betsy wanted to turn right around and go home. She didn't want to go in
early and help Mr. Simpson get the house ready for the Saturday early show,
but she couldn't go home. "Ohhh, darling, this is wonderful! I never
dreamed that you could make that much money on a job at the movie!" Betsy
grimaced when she remembered how her mother had hugged her and kissed her,
kissed her with the same lips that she used to suck Dave Henry's prick! 
"Thank you! This is going to help so much. Maybe now we can do some of the
things that we want to do. You're great, Bets!"

There was no going home. There was no being a happy, silly little girl
again. Somehow she'd stepped over an invisible line and she could never get
back.

Looking up, Betsy saw the big clock on the jewelry shop and realized
that she would be late if she didn't hurry. The pretty little brunette
forced her fears and her doubts out of her mind and began to scurry down
the sidewalk toward the Majestic. Mr. Simpson had promised her extra money
if she would come in early today and help and extra money was the only
thing on her mind when she slipped in the back door of the theater.

Newton Simpson sat on one of the large couches in the lobby. When he saw
Betsy, the theater manager checked his watch and nodded his head. "Right on
time. I like that, Betsy."

The little girl looked down. She just couldn't bring herself to look the
man in the eye. From the first second that she came in she felt that
twisting sensation grow stronger than ever and no matter what she did, she
found herself thinking bout his big penis!

"What should I do first, Mr. Simpson?" Betsy asked in a faint voice. The
handsome theater manager chuckled and looked around him. At first, Betsy
didn't understand. Then, when she followed his gaze, she began to catch his
meaning. The candy counter was stocked and ready to go, the carpets had
been vacuumed, and without having to look, she knew that the auditorium
would be clean and ready.

"I I thought that I was supposed to come in and help you this morning,"
Betsy stammered. "Did I make a mistake?"

Newton Simpson was smiling as he stood up. The slender little girl
watched the man coming closer to her and was ashamed when she realized that
her knees were shaking.

"No, you didn't make a mistake, honey," the man said quietly as he
slipped his hand under Betsy's thick, long hair and caressed her slender
arched neck. "I wanted you to come early for another reason."

Betsy shivered and couldn't resist the sudden impulse to move closer to
Mr. Simpson.

"I wanted to be alone with you so that we could get to know each other
better and to have some time to tell you about some other ways that I have
for you to make extra money. A lot of extra money."

The plump, down-covered lips of her small pussy grew hot and firm and
Betsy could feel them swell apart, letting a few drops of her slick lube
leak out of her and wet the form-fitting crotch of her panties. The
twelve-year-old knew full well what he meant when he said he wanted to
"know each other better" and she was interested.

They didn't speak as they walked up the stairs that led to Newton's
office. The man kept his arm around the little girl's shoulders and their
legs brushed and touched as they walked. From time to time, Betsy peeked
sideways at the front of Mr. Simpson's slacks and the large, growing bulge 
that she saw there made her feel all soft and melty inside.

Other than holding her close to him, Mr. Simpson made no other move to
touch Betsy until they were safely inside of his office and his door was
locked tight. Newton turned and found Betsy standing in the middle of the
room staring at him with her large dark eyes.

Mr. Simpson took her by the hand and led Betsy to a couch and they sat.
The man was confident and took his time, one arm slipped behind his
shoulders and his free hand casually dropped down on Betsy's bare knee. To
distract her, Newton began to speak softly in her ear.

"Did you think about what we did yesterday?" He didn't give Betsy a
chance to answer before he went on. "I'll bet you did. I'll bet that it
still makes you feel wet and funny when you remember how good it felt when
I put my fingers in you."

His hand had crept up her bare thigh. The little girl watched it. The
strange, sideways way that it moved reminded her of a big, warm spider. The
twelve-year-old child trembled when the hand slipped out of view under her
short skirt, but she didn't say a word. She didn't make a move to pull away
from him. When Newton's hand pressed in between her thighs, Betsy sighed
and obediently spread them, opening the way for him to press against the
fat outline of her moist little cunt.

"I've been thinking about you," the theater manager sighed as he cupped
her mound and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It makes me feel good when I
remember how nice it felt to have you play with my prick."

She couldn't help it. Betsy was already staring at the big outline of
his cock as it strained against his fly and when he began to talk about it,
her small hands darted out and pressed against it!

"I knew it! I knew that you were just the girl I've been looking for
around here," Newton sighed happily. "If you'll just do what I say you can
have a lot of fun and make good money, too. You can work a few mornings a
week when our film club meets and after that well, I'll tell you about
that when you're ready for it."

It was so nice. Betsy wiggled happily and spread her slim, childish legs
farther apart. Her fingers pressed and explored the bulge of Newton's big
dong all the way from his heavy balls to the mushroom-shaped head. She
liked this, all she had to do was relax and respond to the knowing touch of
Mr. Simpson's hands. Each time that he touched her, it made Betsy feel even
better and the pleasure blotted out her worries and those awful thoughts
she had about her mother.

Slowly, Newton's hand crept up over her tummy, Betsy sighed and wiggled,
she liked his touch, liked to grind the firm cheeks of her bottom against
the couch. The waistband of her panties was hooked and he began to pull
them down. The silky material brushed against her flesh and Betsy lifted
her wiggling bottom off of the seat long enough for him to peel her panties
down to her knees.

A thick finger slowly, gently pressed into the tight throat of her baby
pussy, making Betsy gasp and jerk her pelvis high so that he had more room.
"Do you like that, baby? Does it make you feel good when I play with you?"

"Oooooo, yes, Mr. Simpson," Betsy cooed. Her fingers dug into the
material of his slacks and tried to close around his throbbing hardon. "It
makes me feel goooood!"

Newton chuckled softly and pulled Betsy toward him for a second. The
trembling little girl felt the zipper at the back of her top being pulled
down and moaned when the tips of his fingers brushed down the length of her
naked backbone. "I'm glad," Newton whispered as he pulled the loosened top
down over Betsy's slim shoulders, then tossed it aside. "I wanted you to
enjoy this. That's why I had you come in early, so that we could take all
the time we need to make you feel extra good!"

Betsy felt shy when the man stared at the small mounds of her budding
breasts but the shyness faded when he gently pressed against them with his
hand and tweaked each pointed little pink nub.

Next came the skirt. Mr. Simpson lifted her up on his lap, unzipped her
short skirt, pulling it down as he lifted her. Betsy shivered, all she wore
were her long, shin-high white socks and black shiny shoes.

"You're pretty," Newton breathed as he stroked the naked little girl. "I
like pretty girls like you." He dipped his head and caught one of Betsy's
firm little tits in her mouth.

The little brunette shuddered and sighed happily when the man sucked the
whole of her tiny breast into his mouth, using his wet tongue to lash back
and forth over the nipple.

At the same time that he sucked and kissed each apple-sized breast, Mr.
Simpson's other hand was working between her legs. Betsy spread them wide,
lifting one thigh and letting her other leg dangle down over his knee and
point at the floor. The pretty twelve-year-old shuddered and began to make
a thrusting, jerking motion with her pelvis as a knowing finger twirled and
flexed in her and opened her, smearing her slippery lube over her legs and
tummy.

Betsy could feel Newton's big stalk pressing up against her tingling
bottom and all she could think about was the way that her mother had
groaned and shuddered when Mr. Henry pushed his big thing into her. Could
she stand it? Did she dare let Mr. Simpson do a thing like that to her?

It wasn't really up to Betsy. The handsome theater manager had a plan of
his own and there was no way that the little girl could resist him, even if
she wanted to.

"Wait a second, honey," Mr. Simpson finally muttered as he lifted the
naked girl off of his lap and sat her beside him. Newton leaned forward and
jerked off his jacket then undid his tie and his white shirt. In seconds,
the startled little girl found herself staring at the man's tight, fully
filled shorts. They were all that he wore, the only thing that kept the
warm flesh of his body away from hers.

Betsy trembled, she'd never been naked with anyone, not even Dickie and
she was frightened. But fright alone wasn't enough to kill the rising
desire and excitement that ran through her and the slim little girl reached
out and unsnapped the man's shorts, freeing his heavy, erect cock!

"Does it make you feel good to squeeze my cock? Do you like to play with
it and make me cum for you?"

Mr. Simpson's dirty question rattled and echoed in Betsy's head, but the
little girl didn't really mind, she was concentrating on the thick, heavily
veined shaft of his penis, watching the way that his silky flesh rippled
and moved away from her knuckles when she ran her hand up and down its
thrilling length.

Newton pulled her forward, his big hand slid down over Betsy's naked
back until he could press his fingers in between her buttocks and hook her
tight little cunt from the rear. The little brunette moaned, it felt so
good!

Betsy found herself drawn forward until she lay almost face down across
the naked man's middle. She'd managed to keep her grip on this pulsating
staff and was happily frigging it as he aroused her from the rear. The head
of the big cock was rubbing against her chin and her cheek, and her
thoughts crept back to Rick and the way that his skinny prick fit into her
untrained mouth so that when she felt the pressure of Mr. Simpson's hand
against the back of her head, she knew just what was expected of her.

A violent trembling fit hit her. Betsy moaned softly when Mr. Simpson
twirled his big finger in her bubbling little cunt in an effort to
encourage her. The little girl wiggled and bent her head, letting her
pouting lips brush hard against the slick, lube-coated glans of the cock
that she held in her fist. Newton Simpson groaned and pressed his finger
deeper into her naked cunt.

"You know about that, eh? Who taught you to suck cock, honey? Who took a
pretty little baby like you and taught him how to give him a blow job?"

Betsy didn't want to answer, she didn't dare. There was only one way
that the lovely child could think of to keep from answering.

Before the groaning theater manager could force her to talk to him,
Betsy formed a tight oval with her soft lips and pressed that elastic oval
down over the hot, pulpy head of his upthrust cock! Mr. Simpson gasped, his
hips lifted, catching Betsy by surprise and jamming almost half of his
throbbing prick into her mouth. The naked child coughed and bucked when she
felt her throat blocked and realized she couldn't breathe. But before she
could panic, Newton pulled Betsy's head up and taught her how to hold just
the head of his bloated cock and its steel-hard shoulders in her mouth.

"Ummmm, that's good, kid," the handsome manager sighed as he used his
hands to guide the little girl's head up and down in his lap. "Work your
tongue around the underside ohh, yes! Press right here hummmmm."

She liked it. Rick had been rougher with her and she'd been frightened
but Newton was gentle and his moans and groans of pleasure excited her and
made her proud that she could please him. The lovely child groaned and
mumbled, her naked body wiggled and pressed against the man's and she loved
the way that his hairy thighs scratched and rubbed against the swollen and
well-sucked nipples of her budding breasts.

Mr. Simpson's big hand was still between her thighs and the little girl
shook with delight when he inserted another finger in her stretched pussy
then used his grip to gently lift her and force her to pull her knees up
under her a little so that she could elevate her shaking bottom.

He'd managed to press the two fingers so deep in her tight love channel
that they were stretching her hymen and she wished that it would break so
she could feel them deep inside her. A slick drool of love juice was
flowing out of her and the excited little girl whimpered with pleasure when
Newton wet his thumb in it and began to press hard against the exposed
pucker of her pink little anus.

Betsy snorted and groaned as the lubricated probe popped past her tight
little sphincter muscle and entered her ass. There was pain, but it wasn't
much. Not nearly so powerful as the strange, different sort of pleasure
that she felt as the thick thumb pushed deeper and deeper.

The naked little girl's head bobbed faster and faster, a thick mixture
of her saliva and his lube escaped her pursed lips and ran down the shaft
of Newton's big cock. The handsome man groaned and continued to use his
free hand to guide her and teach her the delicious art of cock sucking.

Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled the gasping little
girl's mouth away from his throbbing erection and pulled her up onto his
lap.

Betsy moaned when the three fingers were pulled out of her bottom and
the thick, satisfying head of the man's prick was jerked away from her lips
but she didn't have any time to protest as he lifted her and forced her
down on his lap. Betsy sat facing Mr. Simpson, her slim thighs spread wide
on either side of his own.

"Oggghhh, you almost made me cum, honey," Newton moaned as he pulled the
startled little girl forward and kissed her, jamming his tongue deep into
her mouth as he did.

A wild sense of excitement was rumbling inside her, Betsy's naked body
was jerking and screaming for the release she'd been cheated of. The pretty
little brunette could feel his hard, slick penis pressing against the fat
lips of her pussy and she found that by rocking her hips she could make the
shaft rub against her hairless lips and mash hard against her hard,
protruding clitoris.

Mr. Simpson's big hands slipped under her and cupped Betsy's trim little
bottom. The naked girl sighed as his fingers squeezed and mauled her bouncy
cheeks. But when he began to lift her, the little usherette began to
tremble with a mixture of fear and desire.

"I'm going to put it in you, Betsy," Mr. Simpson breathed in her ear.
"Are you afraid?"

Betsy moaned and hugged the handsome man tightly. She could feel his
hard prick dragging across the velvet-smooth flesh of her inner thighs,
leaving a wet, slick trail of lube as it blindly sought the small opening
of her virgin cunt.

"Yessss," the lovely little girl admitted. "Is it going to hurt me?" The
man chuckled a little and hugged her in return before he answered.

"A little, baby, just a little at first, but afterward ohhh, after that
it's going to be so good that you'll flip!"

She was still afraid, but an image of her mother popped into the excited
little girl's head. Betsy could remember the look of longing on Julia's
face, a look that changed to joy and pleasure when that man finally rammed
his big thing into her. Betsy knew that she had to have it, somewhere
inside her there was a longing, a need to feel it and no amount of fear or
pain could stop her!

She didn't need to say a word, Betsy simply rolled her hips forward and
pressed the swollen lips of her wet little love groove against the head of
Mr. Simpson's big dong. The man gasped and groaned as the soft mouth of her
baby cunt kissed his cock head.

"That's my baby," Mr. Simpson moaned softly. He pushed her back a little
and Betsy could watch as he used one hand to center the head of his big
cock under her puffy vulva. "Now go slow. Sit down on it a little at a
time, honey. I don't want to hurt you, I want you to love this!"

Her insides had melted and drained away. Betsy felt light-headed and
giddy as she did as she was told and lowered her trebling, naked body onto
the cock. She could see everything and it added an extra sense of pleasure
for the little girl to be able to see the purplish head of the penis spread
the pink and white lips of her cunt apart and disappear into her tight
little cunt.

Betsy gasped and shivered, the naked child felt a moan of pain trying to
tear its way out of her open mouth and she clenched her jaw hard to keep it
inside. Little ripples of pleasure and pain met and mixed along her nervous
system until Betsy wasn't certain that she could tell them apart. The firm
knob of the man's big prick was fully inserted in the stretched throat of
her vagina and was slowly entering her body. For the first time, Betsy
realized what was going to happen to her, he was going to put part of his
body inside of hers!

A wave of panic and fear shook her and the naked little girl whimpered
as she tried to pull herself off of the spear of flesh that was inching its
way into her flat little belly.

"Shhh, it's going to be all right, honey," Mr. Simpson whispered in her
ear. "Don't worry, don't be frightened. I won't hurt you." His voice calmed
her a little and the feel of his strong hands moving up and down on her
back soothed the lovely child and she stopped struggling. "Relax, don't go
tense because that will only make it harder for us," Newton whispered.

She tried, she really did, but the feel of the hard staff stretching and
opening her set off alarm bells in Betsy's mind and she had to force the
muscles of her belly and the muscles between her splayed thighs to unlock.

Newton's fingers tightened under her and pulled the pert, high riding
cheeks of the child's bottom apart, helping make room for his hairy dong as
it slowly forced its way into her. He stopped when he felt his glans butt
hard against the elastic membrane that blocked Betsy's virgin love sheath 
and waited.

Betsy knew what was happening, too, the pretty little girl winced when
she felt her hymen stretch and fight to keep the big cock head out. They
both stopped moving, allowing her body to grow accustomed to the feel of
him inside of her.

Mr. Simpson must have known how frightened she was because he was so
gentle with her. Betsy sighed happily when the handsome man paused to suck
at her pretty little titties and lightly tickled the tightly closed opening
to her anal canal.

"You'll have to help me, baby," the handsome man sighed as he taught
Betsy to twist her hips and make the knob of his throbbing cock turn and
pull inside of her. Each time that she moved, it felt better. Betsy could
feel the hard flesh of the shaft brushing lightly against her swollen
lovebud and the flame of desire beat down her fears and gave her a fresh
wave of courage.

"Ooohhhh, it feels so big," Betsy moaned breathlessly and she pressed
her slim body down on the man's prick. "It feels like awwwgghh!" Betsy
stopped moving and stiffened but it was already too late! The lovely little
girl felt her paper thin membrane rip and the greasy feeling head of the
prick glide into the slick, waiting grip of her virginal cunt!!

"Ummmm, soooo tight and warm." Mr. Simpson moaned as he began to thrust
gently at Betsy. Each time that the big cock would back off an inch then
slip back she would groan but gradually the moans of pain turned to groans
of pleasure and in minutes he had Betsy twisting and rolling her hips and
bouncing up and down on his hard, hot prick.

"Oooooo, I like it," Betsy panted. Impulsively the little girl pulled
his face up to hers and kissed him. This time, when Mr. Simpson forced his
tongue into her mouth, the greedy little rascal sucked and pulled around
his blood hot rammer.

"Oggghhhh do it like that again!" Betsy's eyes and popped open and she
yelped a little when the big man lifted her until only the flanged head of
his cock was still in her before he relaxed and let the lovely, naked girl
drop back on his cock, taking all of it in one long plunge!! "Oh Ohhhh!!!
It's going to ohhhh aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!"

She was cumming!

Betsy called out, her small hands clenched and dug her nails into
Newton's shoulders while she forced her stretched, full little cunt to
dance and pound against his lap. The man grinned and then gasped himself
when the terrible friction of her tight little sheath seemed to suck his
cum up from his balls.

"Awwwgggghhh I'm cumming too, honey!" Betsy gasped then moaned when she
felt a hot gush of cum fill her and soak her stinging little cunt with a
thick coat of slick semen and all she could do was squeal and work faster
as she tried to pump all of his hot load into herself. She knew it, she was
even farther over that line of childhood and it was certain that she could
never get back. She wasn't even sure she wanted to!

"Ooooooo, harder!" The lovely little brunette cooed in the panting man's
ear. "Do it harder for me!!" Newton Simpson groaned and then laughed
happily when he felt her small pussy tighten around his wilting cock and
fight to keep it hard and stuffed deep inside of her.

CHAPTER FIVE

"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!!"

CHAPTER SIX

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!!!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

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!!!"

CHAPTER EIGHT

"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."

CHAPTER NINE

Betsy couldn't keep from humming happily to herself as she twisted and
turned under the soothing sting of her shower. The naked little
twelve-year-old smiled and paused long enough to press the flat of her
soapy palm against the firm mound of her hairless sex.

It was nice, the slender brunette whispered to herself. He's sooo big! I
though that he would tear me in half! Betsy shivered when her bruised vulva
began to tingle and grew warm in response to the pressure. Rufus hadn't
torn her in half. Betsy was amazed and a little awed when she realized how
easily her elastic little love sleeve had stretched to swallow all of
Rufus' big cock.

I shouldn't think like that, the little girl told herself. Hurriedly
Betsy turned off the shower and hopped out. I'm going to get into trouble.
There's no way that I can do what Mr. Simpson wants me to do and not get
into trouble! Betsy wished that she could sit down with her mother and tell
her what had happened, she needed someone to talk to, but she didn't dare
tell Julia.

Besides, she's in her room with, Dave. She doesn't care about what
happens to me! It hurt when she admitted it to herself, but Betsy realized
it was the truth. I never knew her, all this time and I never really knew
my own mother!

Betsy thought about the soft, vacant look she noticed in Julia's eyes
lately and she realized how her beautiful mother had let the house slide,
how she ignored everything but Mr. Dave Henry and his big, long cock! Part
of the girl understood, part of her knew what it was like to let herself be
ruled by a throbbing penis. But even then, she knew that it was dangerous
and wrong.

Betsy was looking in the mirror, combing her wet hair when the door to
the bathroom swung open. The lovely little girl saw a large, hairy hand
push the door. She squeaked as she dove sideways and grabbed a large towel!
The pretty little girl stood, wide-eyed, her slender body hid behind the
towel when Dave Henry stalked into her room.

Betsy expected the handsome man to see her, mumble an apology and then
hurry out of the room, but he surprised and frightened her by doing exactly
the opposite.

"Ohhhh? You finally came home, eh? Your mother called the theater
earlier and they told her that you left this afternoon." Dave Henry grinned
at her and leaned against the edge of the washbasin.

For the first time, Betsy saw that all he wore was a pair of underwear
shorts.

The handsome man caught the direction of the frightened little girl's
glance and grinned. He made no effort to hide the open fly of the shorts so
that she wouldn't be forced to look at his thick, dark pubic hair.

"I think that it's time that you and I had a little talk, honey," the
big man murmured. When Dave pushed away from the sink and tried to stand
upright, Betsy saw him stagger slightly and realized that he'd been 
drinking. "Yeah, you and I should get to know each other better!"

He made no move to touch her but just the same Betsy could feel his hot
eyes burning through the towel that she held. She shivered as she waited.

Dave grinned at her and scratched his belly. In the process, he managed
to push the waistband of his shorts even lower around his waist. "I've
sorta moved in here. I'm paying the rent and most of the bills so I think
that you should know where I stand."

Betsy hadn't realized how close the man was until he reached out and
caught the edge of her towel between his fingers. Before the startled
little girl could catch it, the grinning man jerked at the towel and left
her standing naked and defenseless before him!

"Ooooo," Betsy breathed in a shocked little tone. "I don't look at me
like that!"

Dave just grinned again and motioned for her to come to him.

Betsy didn't want to do it, but the heated, fever-bright look in Dave's
eyes seemed to compel her and slowly the naked child moved close enough for
the man to catch her arm.

"I like to look at you, honey," the handsome man sighed as he let his
eyes rove over her slim, glistening body. "That's part of our deal. Your
poor mother knows that she can't handle things alone, so she decided to let
me take over."

The handsome man's tone hardened and Betsy squealed softly when his
strong fingers closed around her arm.

"That includes you! Whether Julia knows it or not! You go with the
place, honey, and the sooner you understand that, the better!"

He didn't give her a chance. Before Betsy could respond to what was
happening the smiling man had drawn her up against his warm body and his
free hand was tilting her head upward. A fleshy pair of lips dosed over her
own and the naked twelve-year-old felt the newly awakened desires inside
her flicker back to life.

"Please Mother will Oooooo!" Betsy tried to push away from the warm
circle of Dave's strong arm but before she could the man's fingers found
the already stiff nub of her small nipple and pulled at it. The lovely
pleasure sensation that shot through her numbed the shaken little girl and
left her soft and pliant in the man's grip.

"Your mother? Don't worry about Julia, honey. I've got your mother under
control, you don't have to worry about what she'll do or say about us!"

She heard the words, but Betsy still wasn't convinced. She tried to
wiggle free of the handsome man's grip while she shook her head. "Please,
I'm afraid of you. You're too big, a man I couldn't"

Betsy had no chance to finish her feeble protest.

"You bet your ass I'm a man, baby!" Dave chuckled. He took one of
Betsy's hands in his and boldly pressed it against the front of his shorts.

The little girl heard herself sigh and felt her thighs begin to tremble.
She could feel the steel and gristle of his lovely prick stir under her
palm.

"You're still hung up about your mama, aren't you?" Dave laughed this
time. "Come with me. I'll show you how concerned your darling mama is about
you and what you're doing!"

They were out the door and heading down the hallway toward her mother's
room before Betsy could even think of a protest. Dave made no effort to be
quiet or mask their approach to her mother's bedroom door.

Betsy felt a wild, unreasoning surge of excitement burst through her
veins and knew that the delicate tissues of her sex were growing hot and
filling with the hot blood of excitement as she watched his hand turn the
knob and push open the door to her mother's bedroom.

"Look at her! That's your mother," the drunken man whispered in Betsy's
ear. "Look at that sloppy cunt and see her for what she really is!"

Betsy shook and trembled. She tried to turn her eyes away from what she
saw but nothing, no impulse that she could call forward, could give her the
strength to ignore the scene that lay before her.

Mama Ohhhhh, my God Mama the naked little girl moaned to herself. Look
what he's done to you ohhhh, look what he's turned you into. Oooohh,
Julia, what am I going to do?

Betsy felt as if she was staring deep into her worst nightmare. The
trembling little girl stared into her mother's darkened bedroom and settled
even deeper into the big man's embrace when her mind digested what she was
seeing.

Julia lay sprawled on her rumpled bed. Betsy saw it all at once. No
obscene detail escaped her bright, seeking eye. The shaken little girl's
mother lay with her smooth, rounded thighs spread wide, her naked body
glowed in the light that streamed in through the open door.

From the slow, even way that Julia breathed, Betsy knew that her mother
was sleeping. Despite the shock and embarrassment that Betsy felt, the
lovely child couldn't tear her gaze away from the lewd sight of her mother
as she lay sleeping contentedly while a thin trail of cum oozed out of her
red and abused-looking sex and out of the corner of her mouth at the same
time!

"Your mother sucks a mean cock," Dave Henry whispered softly in Betsy's
ear. "Can you do that? Can you suck on a hard dick until it gives you its
hot, slick juice to drink?"

For the first time in her life Betsy hated herself! The lovely child
stared at her mother as she lay defiled and covered with the signs of her
lewd behavior and realized that she was jealous!

A sudden and shocking truth invaded the little girl's mind and she
understood. Fucking wasn't so bad, it was the reason and the feeling that
was invoked that could make it bad and nasty. The loving was good, it was
something everyone needed. It was the hate and the shame that turned it
bad!

Betsy was still caught up in the wonder of her revelation and she made
no effort to escape when the big man beside her tightened his grip on her
shoulder and turned her away from the door.

"If I pay the bills and take on the responsibility of this house, then I
get all the prizes too," the big man whispered in Betsy's ear.

The lovely little brunette knew exactly what he was saying to her and as
awful and obscene as it was, she knew that it was the truth!

"If I pay your way, baby, I have the right to use you any way that I
want!"

Her tight little love sheath was already squirting thick dribbles of
love lube down over the fat, velvet-smooth lips of her baby cunt and Betsy
was glad that Dave had bent and picked her up because she was certain that
she would have collapsed on the floor if he hadn't.

The door to her bedroom swung open and Dave didn't hesitate as he headed
for Betsy's bed. The lovely little girl knew it was wrong. She knew that,
but the feel of the man's warm body, and the knowledge that soon she would
feel the hot, powerful surge of his erection filling her killed any shame
and resistance that might have grown up inside her.

"Jesus but you're lovely." Dave breathed softly as he knelt beside her
bed and stared at Betsy's slim, naked body. "I've never seen anyone so
pretty"

Betsy didn't have to answer him, the beautiful little girl felt Dave's
lips moving down over her ribs and then to the velvet-smooth planes of her
gently rounded belly.

Betsy gasped and dug her heels into the cover of her bed when she felt
Dave's wet tongue glide over her belly and then move down to the
deliciously sensitive spot where her slim thigh met and joined her body.
The twelve-year-old moaned, her fingers dug into the man's thick, curly
hair and pulled, dragging his lips closer to her glowing flesh.

"Do you like me, honey? Do I turn you on?" Dave's questions burned and
clawed at her but Betsy couldn't make her lips respond and the words of
encouragement and agreement were caught deep inside her.

She felt the hard rasp of his beard against her butter-soft inner thighs
and whimpered when she felt Mr. Henry's strong tongue slither between the
folds of her hairless slit and bathe the firm little knot of her clitoris
in his warm saliva.

"Annnggghhh." The naked child sighed as she spread her slender,
just-washed thighs wide so that the man could burrow his head even deeper
between her thighs and fasten his lips around the small knob of her
pleasure button. "Awwwwuugh, yesss! Ohhh, Mr. Henry, you're the bossss, you
can have whatever you want!"

She was on the trembling verge of her orgasm when the man pulled his
gleaming lips away from the soft flesh of her pussy and his hands gripped
her thighs. Betsy moaned unhappily and wiggled her naked body as she was
roughly turned over and a thick pillow was shoved beneath her churning
belly.

"That's right, baby," Dave Henry moaned as he pulled Betsy up to her
hands and knees. "I'm the man! I'm the one who has to pay so I'm the one
who takes what he wants!"

The naked child trembled and shook when she felt the handsome man move
behind her. He'd paused long enough to shuck off his shorts and now his
naked, pulsating prick lay nestled between the saucy, upturned cheeks of
her firm little ass.

"Ohhhh," Betsy sighed. The lovely little girl shivered and pulled her
naked body into a fetal portion. She could feel the fat knob of Dave
Henry's member move up and down the crack of her splayed buttock cheeks.
The head of the penis was leaking and the lovely child could feel the path
it took as Mr. Henry's love lube cooled and dried on her flesh.

The taut head of the prick hesitated for a split second at the puckered
little opening of her anus. Betsy gasped and shuddered when she felt its
heated pressure. Then, when the lovely little twelve-year-old was about to
moan with fear, the threatening knob moved on and forced its way between
the tight folds of her pussy and found its already open mouth.

"Unnnngggg," Betsy moaned softly as she was drawn back to meet the
panting man's stiff probe. The pretty little child gasped and wiggled her
slim hips, helping the long pole of meat glide over the thick flow of love
juice that was squirting out of her and fill the aching void inside her
trembling belly. "That feels nice, Mr Dave. I love it!"

Dave Henry's strong arms tightened around her and the palms of his big
hands closed over the glowing, sensitive buds of Betsy's budding little
tits.

When Betsy whispered to him the delighted little brunette felt his
hardon twitch and grow even larger, pulling the open oval of her small sex
even wider in order that she could accept even more of him.

"You're tight," the handsome man moaned in Betsy's ear. "You feel slick
and tight! Who opened you up, baby? I was sure you'd be a virgin. Who
popped your cherry and taught you how to fuck, little girl?"

His questions embarrassed and excited Betsy at the same time. She knew
she could never tell him, but when she thought about the others, those
other big, throbbing cocks that had opened her before, a delightful ripple
of pleasure raced through her, leaving her tingling from head to toe!

"I know one place where no one else has been," Dave muttered in her ear.
For a moment Betsy didn't know what he was saying to her, but when one of
his warm hands left a breast and pressed down between their bodies, she
knew what he meant!

The hard little cheeks of Betsy's ass were pried apart. The naked little
girl twitched and a small moan of anticipation leaked out of her open
mouth.

"No one has had a cock in your tight little asshole, have they? No one
has ever felt this small, brown Twinkie suck tight around them, have they,
you greedy little cunt?"

"Ooooo, you're hurting me," Betsy squealed softly when the man's stiff
finger, wet in her own juices, popped past her tight sphincter and began to
wiggle in the pulsating grip of her rectum. "Noooooo, no one ever did that
to me unnnngggghhhh!!"

She knew, the moment that she heard Dave Henry chuckle and felt his
long, piston smooth cock buck in her belly, Betsy knew what he was going to
do to her! Obscene, frightening and exciting memories how her mother looked
as she bucked and squealed under the pressure of this man's big cock
assaulted her and Betsy didn't know if she wanted to scream or beg for
mercy!

Betsy moaned and shook. The naked little girl desperately clamped down
on the fat cock that was moving inside of her. If she could make him cum
now she wouldn't have to let him do that to her!

But the big man was in complete control of the situation. He groaned as
the child's tight sheath pulled and milked at his big cock, but he gave no
sign that he couldn't hold back.

Betsy's last hope died when she felt another fat finger force its way
into her and lay wriggling beside the other in the hot, sucking grip of her
forbidden asshole!

"I want your cherry, honey," Dave grated in Betsy's ear. "I'm going to
fuck your tight little ass and you're going to yell but you'll love it!"

There was nothing she could do, Betsy knew it. Cold, numbing fear
immobilized her and the naked little girl couldn't resist when she felt
Dave slowly begin to pull his thick wedge of flesh out of her clinging,
silken pussy. A finger tip found, then pressed hard against her tiny
clitoris as the big tube of flesh left her and Betsy was reduced to a
shuddering, moaning orgasm.

"Uhuuuuuooo, don't please, you'll hurt me," Betsy managed to whisper as
the lube slick head of Dave's big prick slid up and down between the firm
little cheeks of her ass, wetting and lubricating the crease.

"Shhhhhh, don't worry," Dave hissed in her ear. At the same moment the
man's finger began a wobbling, circular motion around her stiff clit.

The little girl gasped and wiggled, helpless in the grip of her animal
pleasures.

"I won't hurt you too much. Just relax, baby, and let it happen! You're
going to learn to love my cock in your ass!!"

A core-deep shudder grew up in Betsy when the frightened little girl
felt the greasy knob of Dave Henry's cock find the place where his fingers
twisted and pulled inside of her. The fingers pulled away, leaving her
wrinkled little rosebud feeling stretched and empty, almost longing to feel
his frightening pole fill that new emptiness that she felt.

"Ohhhhhh, pretty little baby," Dave moaned as he pressed his muscular
man's body against her.

Betsy felt the hair on his chest brush against the sharp planes of her
shoulder blades and sighed when she felt his scratchy pubic hairs scrub
against the moon shaped cheeks of her bottom.

"Awwwuuuggghhhh," the naked little girl groaned when the lube-coated
head of Dave's prick found the center of her ass and pressed in. The lovely
child's toes splayed wide, her supple back arched but she didn't try to
escape the pressure.

Betsy shivered, she could feel the delicate flesh of her anal passage
give under the pressure of the cock that was trying to force entrance.

"Owwwwww," the naked child moaned softly, as she wriggled and shook
under the implacable force of Dave's cock.

"Relax, honey," the handsome man whispered in her ear before he kissed
it. "It's going to be good. I can feel it. It's going to be wonderful!"

"Oooooggghhh, it hurts," Betsy moaned in response as the slippery cock
moved forward a fraction of an inch and forced the puckered oval of her
virgin anus to part. "Awwwwwuuuuuggghhh, ooooohhhh, Mr. Dave!!"

She felt torn and violated when the mushroom shaped head of her mother's
lover's prick oozed out past the weakened muscle of her sphincter and
dipped its taut head in the hot, moist mystery of her rectal canal.

"Aaaaaaggghhh!!! Oooooo, my God!!" She couldn't believe what was
happening! Betsy shook and twisted as the awful penetration was completed.
The naked little girl wanted to pull away from the cock, but when she moved
forward the man's finger would press hard against her clit and she couldn't
stop herself as she rammed her stuffed, smarting ass back to meet the post
of meat that was filling her.

"Ooooo, baby! It's good," Dave moaned in Betsy's ear.

The lovely little girl whispered and muttered as her slim thighs were
forced open and another two fat inches of cock were sent into the moist,
clinging grip of her virginal rectum.

Betsy could feel the flanged head of the man's big prick as it slowly
forced its way into her. The naked little girl whimpered and shook. A long
string of muttered, mumbled words squirted out of her open mouth as Dave
Henry's bloated cock filled her. Betsy lost all ability to resist.

"Ooooohhhh, it hurts," the lovely child moaned as she slowly revolved
her slim, boyish hips and made the burning ring of her tight anus slip and
kiss around the awful girth of the invader that filled her ass.
"Unnnnnggghhhhh, Dave ohhhh!!"

It was terrible and disgusting but no matter how hard she tried to
ignore what was happening inside of her, the lovely little girl could feel
a small glowing coal of pleasure ignite amid the pain.

Dave groaned happily as he felt Betsy's tight little ass pucker close
around him. His strong fingers moved up and down her curved spine. The
fingers found the little girl's sensitive nerve endings and secret places,
leaving her gasping and writhing with desire as they passed.

The massive cock in her bottom thrust again and Betsy knew that she had
it all because Dave's big balls were resting heavily against the pouting,
empty lips of her sex. The lovely twelve-year-old's muscles pulled taut and
she rocked backward, helping her tormentor make his fleshy probe squirm and
twist in her ravaged anus.

"I've got you," Dave muttered as he pulled back, dragging a few inches
of his lube slick prick out of the frantic grip of Betsy's glowing anal
passage. "I can feel you! I know that you like it and I'm going to see to
it that you get all the cock that you need!!"

It was dirty and mean, but Betsy loved it! The naked child shivered and
forced her bottom to dance and wiggle around the fat prick that had opened
her. Dave's voice sounded harsh and exciting in her ear as he pressed
forward again. Betsy felt the prick fill her and groaned as the sickeningly
sweet surge of perverted pleasure washed through her.

"Think of it! You and your mother! I'll fuck the shit out of both of
you. She loved it, kid. Did you hear me? Your mother loves my cock. She'll
do what I tell her because she won't get any more if she doesn't!!"

Betsy was gasping and jerking. The pain had faded and all she could feel
was the hot, liquid feel of the man's big dong as it sluiced in and out of
her clinging rectum.

"I could make her take care of you. Would you like that, baby? How would
you like it if I had her in here right now and she was sucking that wet
little pussy of yours?"

Betsy gasped. Her heart stopped beating and she felt the hot surge of
lust bite and nibble at her enlarged, pebble-hard clitoris. The shaken
little girl imagined her lovely mother with her head between her splayed
thighs and came!!

"Oooooo!!! I aaaaaaiiiiieeeeee!!" Betsy just couldn't stand it. Deep in
the back of her mind she knew that she couldn't let it happen, but the
image of her mother's soft lips pulling and kissing her pussy inflamed her
and she surrendered to the lovely ripples of her orgasm. "Unnnnggghhhh
don't say that that's awwwwuuugghhhh!!"

Dave's pace had picked up. Betsy squealed and shook as his lubricated
cock shoved in and out of her. Then the naked child felt the prick in her
guts stiffen and then jerk. A warm gushing sensation filled Betsy and the
delighted little girl felt her mother's lover send the hot flush of his
hairy balls deep into her bowels.

"Ooooowwwwwwaaaaaiiiieeee!!!" The animal scream of pleasure tore itself
out of her as Betsy lay pinned by the heaving thrusting pressure of the
cock. The lovely child felt herself filled with thick, greasy cum and
ignored the pain as she worked her fight anal sheath up and down on Dave's
beautiful cock!!

He could do it, Betsy told herself dazedly. He could make Mama crawl
down in the bed and suck me!! She tried not to let herself think about
Grace and the wonderful feel of her mouth. No! I can't let it happen. I
couldn't live with that!!

But despite her thoughts, Betsy's imagination ran ahead of her and even
as she jogged and wiggled on the end of Dave Henry's wilting prick she knew
I've got to leave! I can't stay here, not with them!

She knew that she had to leave, but even so, the lovely little girl's
mouth opened and she heard her voice in the strained stillness of her
bedroom. "Can you get it hard again? Please, Mr. Dave, get it hard and do
that to me again and again!!"

CHAPTER TEN

It was crazy! She had a home, she had a room and her own little bed but
she couldn't bring herself to go there! Betsy didn't know what to do. The
pretty little twelve-year-old stood in the lobby of the Majestic and
watched the last of the evening's patrons file out of the open doors.

If I go back there he'll get me again, Betsy told herself.

It had been nearly two days. But just the same, whenever she thought
about Dave Henry the lovely little girl's still sore anus would pucker and
she could feel that obscene desire well up in her again. He fucked you in
the ass, a teasing voice whispered in her head. He fucked your ass three,
or was it four times?

Betsy shuddered and tried to think of something else but she had no
other thoughts as strong and as lovely as her memories of the dirty things
that Dave Henry had done to her in her room that night and the next
morning.

There was a slow, swelling surge of excitement between her thighs. Betsy
tried not to think about her mother's lover, but the image of his big,
thick cock haunted her every waking moment! When Betsy remembered the way
that it would slide into her wet, ready little pussy or the way that it
felt in her mouth when it erupted and forced her to drink Dave's hot cream,
she would moan with real desire.

She'll find out, Betsy told herself, thinking about her mother. What
will she say to me when she finds out the things that Dave is doing to me?

The slender little usherette was worried, but what she didn't know was
that the ringing of the phone at the candy counter signaled that her
problem was already being solved for her.

"Honey? Come over here a minute."

Betsy knew that Grace was speaking to her. The lovely little girl was
reluctant to turn and face the older blonde. She'd been avoiding Grace for
days.

"Betsy, I have a message for you, from your mother."

She had no choice. Betsy turned and walked to the counter. As she did
she noticed a familiar glow in the counter manager's eyes.

Grace pretended not to see Betsy's reluctance. She gave the little girl
a soft smile and pointed at the phone. "That was your mama. She sounded
upset. She says that you should find someone to stay with tonight."

A thin trickle of nervous fear dribbled down the young brunette's spine
as Betsy waited for the other shoe to fall.

"She says to tell you that she'd found out about it. What does that
mean?"

Betsy's mouth opened twice, but no sound came out. She felt a growing
lump of shame and worry inside of her as she stared at the other woman.

Grace was snapping off the lights behind the counter and then lifting
the gate before Betsy noticed. A warm, soft arm slid around her shoulders 
and the pretty little girl felt herself hugged tight. "I I know that you
think that I helped Newt Simpson set you up here. I didn't want to do it,
Betsy. Honestly I didn't want to do it, but he made me. I didn't want you
in this mess but well he has some pictures of me and I have to do what he
tells me to do."

The slender little girl didn't know what to say or what to do. She felt
stunned and helpless. If she couldn't go home, where could she go? Grace
saw the expression on Betsy's face and shrewdly guessed what she was
thinking. The blonde tightened her grip on Betsy's shoulder and began to
steer her towards the main staircase.

"You just get your things, don't even stop to change," Grace whispered
happily. "You're going to spend the night with me!!"

Betsy would have resisted but the handsome woman pressed a full, pillow
soft breast against her arm as she whispered again.

"You look like a little girl who needs some loving care and you know
that I'm just the lady who can give it to you!"

The sudden charge of excitement that washed up between her thighs shook
Betsy. Her tiny clitoris stiffened and began to vibrate and she was shocked
to feel a delicious flow of love lube wet the fat lips of her small sex.

Grace waited for her at the door. Betsy stumbled to her locker and
fumbled inside to get her street clothes and purse. When she came out, the
shaken twelve-year-old saw her friend talking to Newton Simpson. But before
she could think about what that meant, Grace turned away and hurried
towards her.

The tires of Grace's car scraped lightly against the curb. The blonde
was forced to take her hand away from Betsy's thigh in order to straighten
the car out. "I've missed you, honey," Grace whispered for the fourth time
since they left the Majestic. "I've been thinking about you and ooohh just
wait till you hear what I was thinking about!!"

The door was still swinging shut when Grace turned towards her.
"Ummmmmm, little lover!"

Betsy was confused and unsure of herself and when a warm, urgent pair of
lips closed over hers she found that it was easier to surrender and let
Grace make the decisions for her.

The small light over the bed was glowing. All that Grace wore were her
panties and bra as she knelt before Betsy. The lovely little girl watched
with glowing eyes as the half naked woman slowly, carefully drew her silky
panties down over her slender thighs.

"Ooooooo, I've dreamed about your sweet tasting little pussy," the woman
murmured. Grace paused and looked up at Betsy.

The trembling little girl was naked except for her shoes and she could
see the blonde's eyes travel slowly over her slim body.

Grace's hands closed around Betsy's waist and gently pushed. The backs
of Betsy's knees hit the bed and she was forced to sit down. The woman
smiled at her again then slowly pressed her face between Betsy's trembling
legs. The naked twelve-year-old gasped softly. Her belly gave a quick jerk 
as her hands guided her thighs until they lay hooked over the older woman's
shoulders. Grace's wet tongue was protruding from her mouth and when its
tip found the downy lips of Betsy's hairless sex it wiggled in small
circles.

Betsy's head felt terribly heavy on her shoulders and she found it hard
to support her reclining body on her elbows once the woman's thick bladed
tongue was inside of her. Tiny muscles pulled and relaxed. Her nerves
seemed to be crawling under her flesh. Betsy sighed and wiggled
contentedly.

Grace's warm hands slid under her upturned ass and cupped the firm
cheeks. Betsy moaned and allowed herself to be drawn forward another few
inches so that she could rotate her bubbling little love pit against the
wonderful tongue that was waggling and rubbing against her swollen love
knot.

"Oooohhhh," Betsy gushed as firm lips tightened around the whole of her
naked pussy and a firm, delightful suction was applied. "It feels like
you're going to suck me inside out!!" Grace chuckled deep in her throat and
the vibrations buzzed and tickled against her baby clit.

"Unnnnggghhhh I was I was afraid to let you do this to meeeeee," Betsy
confessed. "It's dirty and I was afraid that I'd become a a" There was
no way that she could finish the sentence without offending Grace, so Betsy
was forced to let it drift away.

"Ooooohhhh, poor baby," the blonde murmured as she pulled her lips away
from the little girl's well sucked and licked cunt. "Did you think that
you'd turn butch just because I sucked your tasty little pussy?"

Before Betsy could answer, the tongue was in her again and the only
sound that Betsy could make was a long, gasping sigh of delight.

"Don't worry lover," the older woman whispered again.

Grace had her hands behind her back and Betsy watched in eager
fascination as the bra was loosened and Grace's big, suckable breasts were
exposed. "I love a hard prick as much as any girl. It's just that sometimes
we need a gentler sort of loving only another girl can give us that."

Grace was naked as she crawled up on the large bed and lay down beside
Betsy.

The trembling little girl knew what would be expected of her and when
she stared down between the woman's full thighs, at her thick patch of
pubic curls, Betsy knew that she didn't really mind.

"Climb on top of me, baby," Grace moaned softly.

Betsy was on her knees and made no effort to resist when the older woman
turned her and then forced her to lay face down between her legs.

"Suck me, make me feel good, Betsy. Make Grace happy and she'll see to
it that you have such a lovely night. Suck my pussy, lover!!"

Small fingers hooked into the thickened lips of Grace's hairy cunt.
Betsy stared down at the wet, salmon red membranes of the blonde's slit and
felt her mouth water with anticipation.

A hand pressed at the back of her head. Betsy heard Grace moan happily 
as she jammed the sharp tip of her tongue against the firm knot of the
blonde's clitoris. Betsy shivered with excitement and began a slow, lapping
stroke with her tongue. Not only didn't she mind doing this for the blonde,
she was a little shocked to realize that she loved doing it!

Betsy had just established a head bobbing, nibbling and licking movement
between Grace's splayed thighs when she heard the scraping sound of the bed
table drawer being opened. Grace wiggled and shivered as the naked little
girl rubbed and licked her wet cunt.

"Ummmmmm, that's wonderful, baby," Grace breathed as she moved. Again
Betsy's eyes swiveled and in the mirror across from the bed she saw the
woman sucking and licking at a long, white plastic tube. For a second the
little girl didn't understand, but then Grace twisted something at the
bottom of the tube and the strong, buzzing sound that filled the room told
her what was going to happen.

"I'm going to make you feel good, honey," Grace whispered when she
pulled the vibrator out of her mouth. "I'll make you so happy that you'll
never want to go home again!!"

Betsy wanted to pull away before Grace could insert the buzzing machine,
but Betsy's muscles had turned to butter and she couldn't move. The
trembling little girl watched out of the corner of her eye as the mirror
images twisted and shook.

Grace pressed a hand under her tummy and forced Betsy's bottom up a few
inches, then she gave the vibrator a last, loving lick then slowly slid its
conical head into the waiting throat of the girl's tight little cunt.

A tiny squeal of surprise and delight bubbled out of Betsy's mouth. Her
pink little tongue increased its speed as the lovely vibrations sank into
her to the very bottom of her tight little love sheath!!

"Ummmmm, uh thut fulls su guuuuud!!!" Her words were muffled by the
slick lips of Grace's cunt and the older woman gasped and whimpered with
pleasure when she felt Betsy's teeth gently nip at her distended clitoris.
"Uhhhhh, push ut duuuuuper un muhhh!!!"

Her own baby love knot was burning and Betsy knew that it would only
take a few lovely seconds for the delicious buzzing to give her the release
that she needed. The pretty little girl burrowed her face between the
woman's trembling thighs and sucked. Hot, slippery lube coated her nose and
her cheeks. Her small, pointed chin forced its way into the open flaps of
the blonde's adult cunt, making her squeal and groan with pleasure.

"Annnnnggghhh suck it harder!! Oooohhh, baby!!!" Grace shook and
wiggled under her, but Betsy didn't lose the seal that her sucking lips had
formed around her cunt. "Aaaaaiiiiieee!!"

Grace bucked and heaved. Her fat breasts rubbed against the insides of
Betsy's slim thighs and in her excitement the gasping woman jammed a stiff
forefinger deep in the center of the surprised little girl's exposed and
defenseless anus!!

"Awwwwwwoooowww!!! Ohhhh noooo," Betsy moaned as she licked harder and
harder at the rigid stalk of the woman's clit. The finger in her still sore
little ass wiggled and twisted, pulling and stretching her at the same time
that the buzzing vibrator popped in and out of her gorged little honey
pot!!

"Awwwww, baby," Grace gasped as the last after shocks of her orgasm
faded away. "Do you like it in the ass? Did one of those dirty men push his
big dong in your ass and teach you to like it?"

Grace's strong hands pulled at her and Betsy felt so helpless, so weak
that she didn't consider resisting. She was pulled backward until she could
feel the blonde's warm breath on her parted ass cheeks. Betsy didn't know
what to expect, but even so, she wasn't prepared for what happened next.

"Ummmmm, sweet little baby," Grace murmured.

Betsy squealed when she felt the firm cheeks of her trim little bottom
spread even wider. Then she called out in a strangled voice when she felt
the warm, slippery wash of a tongue as it swirled and pressed around the
softened oval of her tiny rectal opening.

"Ooooohhhh, ullllmmmm," Grace murmured as her lips fastened tight around
the loosened opening.

Betsy gasped and shook. She couldn't control the automatic jerking,
stroking motions that sent her aroused little body back against the tongue
and helped it force its way past her weakened sphincter and into the firm
sleeve of her anal passage.

"Oooooo, you do like it," Grace crooned when she finally pulled her
stiff tongue out of the grip of Betsy's ass and licked the tender flesh
that surrounded her anus. "I know, baby. I know how good it can be like
that!!"

Betsy moaned in frustration when she felt herself being lifted off
Grace's soft, comforting body. But the naked little girl saw the look on
the blonde's face and shuddered. It wasn't over, Grace hadn't begun!

"Don't worry, lover," Grace whispered as she turned Betsy over and
deftly pulled the drawer beside her open again. "I have a lovely, delicious
surprise for you."

The naked little girl moaned. The thick shaft of the vibrator had filled
her completely and its electric agitation deep in her belly weakened her
and left her defenseless against anything that Grace had in mind. The
slender twelve-year-old watched Grace in the mirror as she hurriedly
fastened a dark leather harness around her middle.

Betsy felt a warning chill of fear and excitement ripple through her,
but the constant buzzing of the vibrator sapped her strength and left her
weak and helpless before the excited woman.

"Agggghhhhh, this is going to be so nice for you," Grace muttered as she
reached back into the drawer and brought out a big, perfectly molded cock!!
"You're going to yell, baby, but it's going to be so nice that you'll beg
for more!!"

Grace straightened up behind her and Betsy watched in fascinated horror
as the woman screwed the pink rubber staff onto the post that jutted out
from the harness that she wore snug around her waist. "You can do it to me 
too, honey," the woman sighed as she paused to coat the fake cock with a
thick film of ointment. "I've got a bigger one than this and I'd love to
have you fuck me with it!!"

Betsy whimpered and shook as she watched Grace bend over her and felt
the firm, uplifted cheeks of her ass spread wide. The little girl watched
as the gleaming head of the greased dildo dipped into the crease between
her buttocks then gasped when she felt its cool, hard pressure against the
weakened ring of her anal opening.

An awful memory lanced through her and Betsy squealed when she
remembered the first pain that she always felt when Dave took her in the
ass.

The naked little girl tensed her body and felt like screaming when the
first, powerful thrust of the plastic cock hit her. But instead of the
pain, Betsy felt the smooth, almost effortless entry of the greased plastic
pole as it went in and with each terrible inch that it gave her the naked
little girl groaned louder and wiggled harder!

"Awwwwwuuuuggghhh!!! Ooooo, it feels goooood!!!" She felt Grace's warm
hands pinning her to the bed and fought to lift her bottom so that she
could receive even more of the lovely rod. "Oggghhhh, Grace! I love it! Do
it I want more, fuck me in the ass, Grace!!"

A sickly, sweet feeling of contentment filled her. Betsy felt her small
breasts grow harder, more swollen, felt her clit stiffen even more as she
was penetrated fore and aft. The long, hard length of the vibrator lay
buzzing and twitching in the tight grip of her pussy while the hard,
warming length of the dildo pushed her soft, yielding bowels aside.

"I will, lover," the blonde panted as she thrust and shoved her
unnatural cock into the little girl's upturned anus. "You're going to be
wonderful. A super star! I swear it. A real super star!!"

The naked little girl was too far gone to wonder what those words meant
and she was also too engrossed with the lovely sensations that were
exploding inside of her to hear the muted, rasping whisper of frame after
frame of film being fed into a camera just outside of the window!!

"Aaaaaggghhh Oooohhh, harder! I aaaiiiieeeeeee!!!"

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Betsy Betsy Morrison."

The slim little twelve-year-old was startled to hear a man calling her
name. The young usherette had just stepped down from the bus and stood
staring in surprise at the man who sat in the car by the curb.

"Betsy? Come over here for a second, I want to talk to you."

She'd only taken a few steps in the direction of the curb when Betsy
noticed something that unnerved her completely. The man behind the wheel
looked like her daddy. He looked more like him than Mr. Baker, the theater 
chain manager did!!

"Do I know you? I I don't think that I know you," Betsy stammered as
she bent down and peered into the car. "You'd better leave me alone or
I'll call the police!"

The man in the car just grinned at her and opened a leather case that he
took out of his pocket. The slim little brunette saw the badge gleaming in
the shining rays of the sun and almost cried out loud. I knew it!! I knew
that I would get in trouble!!

"Get in, kid," the policeman said quietly. "I just want to talk to you,
don't get yourself in an uproar!"

He even sounded like her father and, despite the fear and nervous
twitches that she felt racing over her body, Betsy was aware of the slow
itch of excitement that was creeping along her blood stream.

The man in the car motioned for Betsy to get in and after a few moments
hesitation she got in. He knew her name. She couldn't run away from him.
The man turned his head, checked the oncoming traffic then, without a word
to her, he pulled his car into the slow lane and drove away from the bus
stop corner.

She waited, not trusting herself to say the right thing. But as the time
passed, Betsy found it harder and harder. "Am I Am I under arrest?"

The man laughed. He didn't chuckle or giggle, he threw his big head back
and roared at her.

"Awwww, honey. Do I look like a dude who would arrest a sweet little
pumpkin like you?"

She didn't know why, but the fear ebbed away and a shy, questioning
smile eased the serious planes of Betsy's pretty face.

Without warning the man pulled the car back to the curb. They were
parked in a quiet, warehouse area. There were no pedestrians, no one to see
them talking.

"No, you're not under arrest, Betsy," the man said gently. "I just think
that you're a confused little girl who's caught up in something that she
can't handle."

The fear came back and Betsy stiffened. He was right, of course, but she
couldn't admit it. She didn't trust him, no matter how nice he seemed.

Almost as if he could read her thoughts, the policeman reached into his
suit coat pocket and handed her a small, printed card. "My name is Jim
Richards, Betsy. Take my card. I know that you don't want to talk to me
now, but I think that you will soon."

Betsy stared in fascination at the crisp, white card. It read Detective
James Richards and it included a phone number and the police department
crest.

Jim Richards smiled at her and laid a gentle hand on Betsy's arm.
"You're in over your head, kid. I don't want any trouble for you, but that
bastard Simpson and that kid that pimps for him, Rick? Those are the ones
that I want!!"

Betsy looked up from the card and saw the truth in the gray-haired 
policeman's eyes.

"They're scum, honey. They'll use you and turn you out until there's
nothing left of you to sell and then they'll drop you like a piece of
shit!"

Betsy wanted to cry. She knew that he was telling the truth, but just
the same her tongue refused to move. She couldn't tell him what was
happening to her.

"I know, I know that you don't want to talk to me now, Betsy," Jim
Richards said calmly. "But I think that you will soon. Call me! Tell me
what they're doing to you and I'll help. You have to believe me. I'll
help!!"

Betsy stood on the corner, watching the police detective's car slip away
and into the flow of traffic. For a moment the frightened little girl
considered tearing up the card that she clutched and turning her back on
Jim Richards' offer of help. But then a sudden calm came over her and she
opened her purse and carefully tucked the card away.

The moment that she walked through the back door of the Majestic, Betsy
could feel it. The little girl shivered when she sensed the cold, tense
vibrations in the air. Those vibrations were mean and hurtful and spoke of
an awful thing that was about to happen!

She saw Grace. The blonde was bending over the candy counter, her hands
busily filling the case with fresh candy bars and boxes of goodies. The
slim little girl stared at the older woman and in her heart she knew that
Grace didn't care. No matter what she said or how she acted when they were
alone. Betsy could sense a distance between them, a void that could never
be bridged.

Before the worried little girl could speak and ask Grace what was
happening, Betsy heard Newton Simpson's deep voice calling to her from the
head of the stairs. "You're late, Betsy. Come up here, will you?" She
didn't want to go with him, but, looking up, Betsy saw a hard, demanding
look on the handsome theater manager's face. "Hurry, I have something that
I want to show you before we open."

He didn't even wait to see if she would obey. Newton Simpson turned on
his heel and strode away.

Betsy darted a quick look at Grace, hoping for some sign of support, but
instead the blonde flushed and quickly looked away.

"Shut the door, honey," Newton said in a deceptively soft voice.

The man was smiling at her, but the smile stopped before it reached his
eyes. They were cold as they stared at her.

Betsy did as she was told then turned back to Newton. She wanted to stay
by the door, but he held out a hand for her and the slim little girl had no
choice but to go to him.

"I haven't seen you for the last few days, honey," Newton purred. "I've
been thinking about you."

She was drawn up on the man's lap. As she settled back against his chest
Betsy could feel the dark haired man's big prick stir and stiffen against 
her bottom.

"Mr. Baker and I had a little talk about you today," Newton said. His
warm hand boldly slid up under Betsy's skirt. "We've decided that you
should be able to do a little more work." Betsy gasped softly as the man's
stiff finger pressed in against the folds of her hairless sex. "It's work
that can make you a lot of money. More than you're making now."

Newton bent his head and licked at the side of Betsy's neck while he
jerked her panty crotch aside and forced his fingertip into her moistening
little slit. "A lot of men who come to the film club like you and they'd be
willing to pay good money if you would go off with them for a little while
and be nice!"

She knew what he meant! Betsy had known that it would come to this since
she saw Kathy take that man back behind the screen. The slim little girl
moaned and shook her head. The finger inside of her was moving and
twisting, making it hard for her to think.

"Noooooo, I don't want to do that I oggggghhhh!!!" Newton had pinched
her stiff little clit and the mixture of pain and pleasure that welled up
in her made her insides melt. "I that's wrong. I don't want to do that,"
the pretty child whimpered again, but the tone of her soft voice was
weaker, less certain.

"I didn't think that you would, at first," Mr. Simpson sighed in Betsy's
ear.

He was moving under her and the trembling little girl could feel his big
dong pressing in between the cheeks of her panty clad ass.

"That's why Grace and I took out a little insurance policy last night."

There was an envelope on the desk. Newton used his free hand to tip it
and spill its contents. The theater manager's voice sounded harder and
determined. His finger dug painfully deep into the soft, slick tissues of
Betsy's puffy little cunt. "Look at the pictures, Betsy! Take a long look
at all of them and then tell me how you'd like your mother to see them or
have some of them passed around to the kids that go to your school?"

Newton roughly pushed her forward, his finger still buried in the
shocked little brunette's hairless pussy.

Betsy moaned and trembled as her bulging eyes moved from one glossy
photograph to the next. In an instant she realized that they must have been
taken from an open bedroom window, the window in the corner of Grace's
room!!

"Awwwggghhhh they're awfulllllllll," the lovely little girl moaned. She
saw herself writhing and screaming. Saw herself, the white shaft of the
vibrator sticking out of her vagina while she lifted her slim body to the
fat, plastic prick that jutted obscenely from the harness around the older
woman's hips. "Noooooooo, don't show them," the pretty little girl pleaded
softly. "Don't let anyone see them!!"

Newton laughed. He picked up a picture and pressed it in front of the
shamed little girl's face. Betsy found herself staring at the image of
herself one hand pressed between Grace's splayed thighs while she held the 
dripping dildo in the other. The thick, flanged head of the plastic
obscenity was in her mouth!! "Looks like you've learned to like sucking
cocks, honey." The man gave Betsy's tight little love sheath a shake.
"You'll do what I tell you. You'll be a good little whore and fuck when I
tell you to, won't you?" He didn't give her a chance to agree. "Because if
you don't you're going to be known as the dirtiest little girl in town!!"

"Ooooooo, you're hurting me," Betsy squealed. She tried to lift herself
off the punishing finger. "I'll be good. I'll do anything that you tell me
to do, honest!"

She could hear a triumphant sound in Newton Simpson's voice and the
shaken, crying little girl was shocked when she realized how much she hated
him!

"I know you'll be a good girl. I'll make you be a nice, obedient little
whore and wreck you in the process!!"

Mr. Simpson's finger was still buried deep inside of her and as it moved
and twisted, Betsy gasped. She hated him, she did! But each time that the
man teased the slim little girl's rigid clitoris her need for release grew
stronger!

"Get on your knees, you little slut," Mr. Simpson grated in her ear.
Betsy shivered and moaned in faint protest when he jerked his finger out of
her slippery little love sheath, but she didn't fight when he rudely pushed
her off his lap and onto the floor in front of his chair.

Betsy trembled and pressed her slender thighs together in a vain effort
to still the vibrating excitement of her clitoris and to stop the flow of
love lube as it squirted out of her and ran down the insides of her leg.

Mr. Simpson smiled at her as he casually unbuckled his slacks and jerked
his swollen cock into view. Betsy sighed as she stared at the swollen,
purple-hued head of the prick. No words were spoken. The excited little
girl knew what the man wanted.

Betsy could hear the dry, whispering sounds her knees made on the stiff
carpet as she inched closer to Newton's legs. A violent, clenching spasm
hit the little girl's belly as she pressed her face between the seated
man's thighs and extended the tip of her pink tongue.

Slowly, gently, Betsy licked all of the fat, jerking dong before her.
She heard Mr. Simpson's sighs of pleasure and instead of disgusting her,
they excited her all the more!

Newton had dropped his hand away from his prick and it jerked and
wobbled under Betsy's tongue. The little girl pressed the burning tips of
her small breasts against the groaning man's knees and opened her mouth.
The slick, velvet-smooth flesh of the cock head felt nice as it slid over
the flat blade of her tongue. Betsy pursed her lips around the shoulders of
the shaft and sucked. At the same time, she worked her tongue in wide
circles against the hard vein on the underside. "Ummmmmggghhh, that's
right, little slut," Mr. Simpson groaned approvingly. "Suck it good! Suck
it and lick it and make it wet and slick so that I can shove it in you!"

Betsy groaned. The filthy words were raining down on her and no matter 
what she thought, they excited her. Almost against her will, the slim
little girl pressed closer, letting Newton's bony shin wedge in between her
parting thighs. Ooooooo! She could feel the bone rub against her puffy, wet
little cunt and shamelessly wiggled against it, driving her desire to a
new, terrifying pitch!

Mr. Simpson sighed. His fingers twined in her thick, dark hair and
forced the excited little girl's head up and down in his lap. Wet, rasping
sounds escaped Betsy's mouth as she sucked and pulled on the big man's
cock.

At last the man made a groaning, gasping sound and tore Betsy's saliva
filled mouth away from his prick. The little girl gasped for air while she
stared in lewd fascination at a long string of saliva and love juice
dripped from the end of the purple cock head that she'd been nursing on.
"Get up here! On the desk you little cunt!!"

He was rough with her, but Betsy didn't mind. The slender little girl
felt like putty in his hands.

With one sweep of his hand, Mr. Simpson cleared a space on his desk top.
The filthy photographs spun and slithered away and Betsy groaned as she was
forced face down on the smooth surface of his desk.

There was a dull, ripping sound and Betsy knew that her panties had been
torn away. The little girl moaned. She lay pinned against the desk, her
feet dangling a few inches from the floor, her bottom naked and upturned
before her tormentor.

"I saw you," Newton chanted as he moved in behind Betsy. "I saw you jump
and squirm when that whore shoved that plastic cock in your ass!" Her skirt
had been tossed high over her waist and the defenseless child whimpered
when Mr. Simpson's naked cock rubbed between the firm cheeks of her trim
little bottom. "I'm going to try that soon! Think about it, slut! I'm going
to fuck that tight looking little ass of yours until you pop!"

Roughly the man lifted her. Betsy hung suspended in his grip and whined
with excitement when she felt the saliva-coated head of his cock find the
plump separation of her baby sex and push the lips apart.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Newton's voice sounded rough and
labored. "I taught you to like cock, honey! I popped your little cherry,
remember? I'm the one who taught you to love this!!"

The head of the cock found the tight throat of her vagina and then
rammed in. Betsy gasped and shook. The air was forced out of the half naked
girl's lungs when the cock slammed into her in one punishing stroke.
"Annnnnggghhh Ooooooo, Mr. Simpson!!"

"You're all alike," the groaning man whispered as he began to make his
thick slab of a prick move and jerk in the fight grip of Betsy's cunt.
"That's why I love this job! I like it when I can take a little pussy like
you and turn you into my whore! That's all you're good for, cunt!"

"Ooooohhhh huuuuuhhh!!!" The words stung her, but the feel of the big
cock slipping and popping inside of her more than healed the hurt. Betsy
gasped. She wiggled and humped her slender little body on the end of Mr. 
Simpson's prick.

"Yesssss, I know that's all I'm good for," the little girl whispered
heatedly. "I'm a whore. You'll turn me into one! You'll make sure that a
lot of dirty men get to put their fat things in me and I know it!!"

She meant what she said, every nasty word of it! Betsy was beginning to
hate herself but she couldn't control the violent spasms that shook her.
She couldn't deny the hot, slick demand for release that had come to life
inside of her!!

"Oooooogggghhh I'm cummmming!" Newton Simpson gasped and moaned. "I'm
shooting my cum in your belly!!"

She hated him, but just the same Betsy moaned with pleasure when she
felt the hot flood of wetness inside of her. The man's prick was oiled and
coated with it, making it glide easier in her belly and over the rigid tip
of her swollen clit. "Aaaaaiiiieeee," Betsy squealed happily as her own
sweet climax exploded inside of her. "Harder, shove it in all the way,
harder!!! AAAAnnnggg Ooooooooo!!! Oooooooo!!!!" Delicate waves of pleasure
washed and lapped through her. The lovely little girl shook and wiggled.
The cheeks of her plump ass kissed and compressed around the shaft of Mr.
Simpson's prick. Her hairless pelvic arch scrubbed and squeaked against the
polished surface of his desk.

I'll get you, a little voice whispered over the groans and moans of
pleasure. I'll fix you. You won't turn me into your personal whore!!!!

CHAPTER TWELVE

"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!!"

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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!!"
