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The Usherette (2/7)
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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 young 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 young 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 young teen
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 young teen 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 young 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 teen'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 young teen 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 teen's name was Kathy. She was older than Betsy,
about nineteen.
"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
teen'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 teen 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 young 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 young teen 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 young teen 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
young teen 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 young teen 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
young teen 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 young teen 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 young
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 young teen'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 young 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 young teen 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 young teen
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 young teen 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, babe!
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 frighten-
ing, 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 young
eighteen-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 young teen 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,
smooth 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 young teen 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 young brunette's legs as he used the other to unbutton
his tight tunic. Betsy couldn't believe what was happening to her!
The lovely teen 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 lightly haired little cunt!
"Please," Betsy whispered faintly. "I...I'm only
eighteen...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
young teen 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 teen moaned with pain and fear.
"Unnnggghhh...you're hurting me! Owwww!" The lovely young teen
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 young teen'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 young
teen'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 teen 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 teen 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 young teen
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 young teen'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 young teen 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, young teen," 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 young 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
teen'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
firm 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 teen 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 young teen
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 young teen 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 young teen 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 young teen 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
young teen 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 young teen didn't
hesitate. She mashed her full lips against the cock and even dared
flick at it with the tip of her pink young 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 twenty-two 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 teen'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 young teen
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 young eighteen-year-old jerked the
bell cord and stepped off the bus. The pussy juice was still
leaking out of her and made the lightly haired 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 young
brunette out of the room. "Dave, this young 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 teen teen 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
young teen 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 teen teen'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
young teen was ready to laugh at her fears and go back to sleep
when she heard a low, wavering moan of pain and pleasure!
The young 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 young teen
was frightened and nervous as she crept down the darkened hallway
that led to her mother's bedroom. With each step she took, the
teen teen 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 young teen 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 eighteen-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 young teen'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 lightly haired 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 young teen 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 eighteen-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 teen 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 teen 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 teen 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
young teen 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 young 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 young teen 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!
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