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The Usherette (3/7)
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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 eighteen-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 teen 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
young 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 young teen 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 young
teen 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 eighteen-year-old knew full well what he meant
when
he said he wanted to "know each other better" and she was interest-
ed.
They didn't speak as they walked up the stairs that led to
Newton's office. The man kept his arm around the young teen'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 young teen watched
it. The strange, sideways way that it moved reminded her of a big,
warm spider. The eighteen-year-old teen 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 teen 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 young teen 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
young teen. "I like pretty girls like you." He dipped his head
and caught one of Betsy's firm little tits in her mouth.
The young 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
eighteen-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 young teen
could resist him, even if she wanted to.
"Wait a second, honey," Mr. Simpson finally muttered as he
lifted the naked teen 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 young teen 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 young teen 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 young teen 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 young cunt from the rear. The young 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 young teen 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 young 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 teen could think of to keep from answer-
ing.
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 teen 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 young teen'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 teen 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
young teen 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
young teen 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 young teen'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 young teen'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 young teen 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 young 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
lightly haired 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 teen sighed as his fingers squeezed
and mauled her bouncy cheeks. But when he began to lift her, the
young 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 young teen 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 young teen'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 young teen 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 teen 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 young teen
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
teen 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 teen'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 young teen
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 teen 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 young
teen 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 teen 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 young 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 young teen 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 young teen started to cry.
"Honey, are you all right? What happened?"
Instantly Grace went to her and cuddled Betsy in her arms.
The slender eighteen-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 teen 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 teen 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 young teen 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 teen
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 attrac-
tive 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 young teen'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 teen."
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 teen 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 young
teen's wet, soapy flesh.
"You are pretty," Grace sighed as she worked the soapy cloth
down Betsy's back. "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 young teen'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 lightly haired mound. Instantly the beautiful young teen
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 young teen 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 young teen found herself clutching the naked
woman and pressing her slippery body against hers.
Grace chuckled and kissed the shocked young teen 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, young 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 young teen 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 young teen 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 young teen'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 teen'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 young teen 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 teen 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 young 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
young teen poke a clumsy finger deep into her own lube soaked
cunt. Then the attractive blonde pushed the young 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 excite-
ment.
"I'll make the sting go away," Grace whispered as she stared
up at the excited teen. 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 teen
gasped. "That's nasty and dirty, you shouldn't ... unnngggghhh!!"
The young 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 teen 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 young
teen 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 teen 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 teen 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 every-
thing 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 teen hunched her back and squealed loudly
when the first waves of her orgasm hit her.
"Aaaaagh ... I'm ... I'm ... aaaaiiiieeee!!" It was wonder-
ful. 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 young teen'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 young 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 young 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, young 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 teen 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 young teen 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!!"
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