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The Usherette (5/7)
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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 young teen 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
young teen 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 eighteen-year-old knew that was wrong
and that she should not like the older teen. 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 teen
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 young teen'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 eighteen-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 young
teen 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 young 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 young teen 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 teen
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 young teen 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 young teen
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 young teen
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 young 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 young teen 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 young teen 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 young 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 young teen 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 teen 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 teen... I've hurt some young 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 young teen 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 young 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 teen'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 young teen sighed as she
stared at her captor's incredible erection. The awed young teen'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
eighteen-year-old groaned softly as she began to tug and squeeze
it.
"Ooooohhhhh, pretty young teen,"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 young 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 teen 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
young teen 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 young girl's dark eyes fastened on the thick,
flanged knob of Rufus' frightening dong.
The pretty young teen 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 teen 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 young teen 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 teen 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 young teen 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 lightly haired
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 teen gasped and wiggled her trim little
bottom when the head of the prick nuzzled deep into the open throat
of her vagina. The slender teen'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 young eighteen-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 teen 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 young 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 young teen 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 young teen 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 young love sheath the
teen 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 young teen 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 young 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 eighteen-year-old smiled and paused long enough to
press
the flat of her soapy palm against the firm mound of her lightly
haired
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 young 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 teen 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 young teen saw a
large, hairy hand push the door. She squeaked as she dove sideways
and grabbed a large towel! The pretty young teen 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 young
teen'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 young 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 teen
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 eighteen-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 young teen 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 young teen 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 young teen 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 night-
mare. The trembling young teen 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 young teen'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 teen 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 teen 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 young 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 young 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 young 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 young 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 eighteen-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 lightly haired slit and bathe the
firm
little knot of her clitoris in his warm saliva.
"Annnggghhh." The naked teen 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 teen 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 young 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 teen 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
eighteen-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 young teen 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 young 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,
young teen?"
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 young cheeks of Betsy's ass were pried apart. The
naked little teen twitched and a small moan of anticipation leaked
out of her open mouth.
"No one has had a cock in your fight young asshole, have
they? No one has ever felt this small, brown Twinkie suck tight
around them, have they, you greedy young 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 teen 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 teen'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 young 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 teen 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 teen 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 teen groaned when the lube-
coated head of Dave's prick found the center of her ass and pressed
in. The lovely teen'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 teen 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 teen 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 teen 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
teen 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
eighteen-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 teen
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 teen 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 teen
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 teen 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
teen'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!!"
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