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The Usherette (7/7)
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
CHAPTER 12
"I'm glad you called, honey, it's the best thing you could
have done."
Betsy nodded. She couldn't think of an answer. The police
detective sighed and leaned back in the driver's seat.
Betsy eyed Jim Richards out of the corner of her eye and felt
a chill of illicit excitement. He did look like daddy!! The
slender little teen shivered and crossed her slim thighs. She was
tortured by the memory of that other man and how excited she'd been
when she realized that he looked like her father.
A hot, ripple of desire wiffed through her and Betsy hugged
herself tighter. The beautiful little teen remembered how good it
had felt when Mr. Baker had shoved his rigid cock into her. She
remembered how exciting it had been to pretend that he was her
father. Was it possible that she could do the same thing with the
policeman?
"You did the tight thing, Betsy," Jim Richards said.
"Tomorrow we'll take care of those bastards." The handsome,
graying policeman paused and gave the slender little girl a
sidelong glance. "But that still doesn't solve your problem at
home."
Betsy felt her cheeks burn as she blushed and she ducked her
head. She'd told him everything, every dirty thing that had
happened to her after she went to the Majestic to look for the job.
Betsy hadn't intended to tell him all those things, but he'd been
so clever as he asked key questions and now he knew, all of it!
Her head was still down, but the slim little eighteen-year-old
heard a subtle difference in Jim's deep voice when he spoke to her
again.
"It...ahhhhh...doesn't look like you can go home again. I
doubt that your mother will be willing to give up on her new boy
friend."
Betsy felt a tiny, vibrating flicker of excitement in her
belly as she waited for the man who looked like her father to go
on.
"They all treated you rough, didn't they?" Jim shook his head
and coughed uncomfortably. "I can see...wanting you, but I can't
see hurting you."
Betsy looked up. She didn't look at the policeman's eyes at
first, her greedy gaze stopped at his waist. He's got a hard-on,
Betsy told herself excitedly. He's been thinking about the things
that happened and it made him hard!!
When she finally tore her eyes away from Jim Richard's
erection and looked into his eyes, Betsy was reminded again of how
much he looked like daddy. For a moment the lovely little teen's
mind wandered and she wondered what it would have been like if
daddy had wanted her like that. A small shudder raced through her
and Betsy felt herself grow wet and hot again! Maybe he had. What
would she have done if daddy had touched her and whispered dirty
things in her ear.
Betsy was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't feel
the seat shift or see the detective moving towards her. A smooth
hand dropped on her bare thigh, snapping her back to reality and
burning away her erotic day dream like a puff of smoke.
"You said that you liked some of the things that happened,
Betsy," Jim said quietly. "Did you mean that? Was some of it as
good as you said?"
Betsy could hear the tension and excitement in the policeman's
voice and smiled. Suddenly the little teen understood that she was
in control and that gave her confidence.
"Uh huh...a lot of it was nice...I liked it." Betsy lowered
her eyes so that she could watch as Jim Richards' hand began to
crawl up her thigh.
"It's crazy," the graying man whispered in a husky voice.
"But when you talk like that I can't see anything wrong with it."
Betsy sighed and parted her thighs slightly but the hand
didn't go any higher.
"I'm a cop honey, I...I shouldn't be..."
Betsy wasn't sure why, but it was very important for her to
make him like her. It wasn't just because he was like daddy. It
was something else, more important. The pretty little girl sat
very still and waited for a few more seconds then, when she was
sure that he wasn't going any further, she decided to take matters
into her own hands. "I wouldn't mind if you were...interested in
me," Betsy said in a soft voice. "I think I'd sorta like it." She
could see the surprise on Jim's handsome face, but before he could
react Betsy boldly pulled the hem of her skirt up and opened the
way for his hand!
"Mr. Wilson tore my panties, "Betsy whispered as she leaned
back against the seat and lifted her smooth, lightly haired thighs.
"That's why I'm not wearing anything."
Jim Richards coughed nervously and quickly looked around.
They were parked where they'd been earlier in the day. It was dark
now and there was no sign of traffic or pedestrians in the
warehouse district.
The hand moved again and they both began to tremble as the
fingers met and gently pressed against the slick folds of the
little teen's sex. Betsy nibbled gently at her underlip and
pressed against the edge of the seat with her heels, lifting her
naked bottom and pressing her moist little slit against the
policeman's fingers.
"Ooooooo, see? It feels gooooood," Betsy murmured. The little
teen gripped the policeman's lips and pulled, pressing his thick
forefinger into her slippery vulva. Jim Richards trembled and then
groaned. Looking down again Betsy saw that his prick was standing
hard and long, making a tent of the front of his slacks.
"Ogggghhhhhh, nice, sooooo nice," Betsy sighed. Her hand
dropped away from his and in seconds, the trembling
eighteen-year-old
was busily undoing the gray-haired detective's belt and unzipping
his fly.
"Christ, I must be out of my mind! I can't ...aaaaaahhhhh!!!"
The front of his slacks were open and Betsy's busy fingers had
wormed inside of the flap of Jim's jockey type shorts. The man
sighed and the little teen groaned with anticipation as her small
fingers traced the length and thickness of his pulsating hard-on.
"Honey, you shouldn't...Oooooooo, squeeze it harder. Yes, just
like that!!!!"
She remembered the way that Dickie had taught her to play with
him. Betsy's fingers worked up and down the thick, hairy shaft of
Jim's cock, making him sigh and shudder as she masturbated him.
"Your shorts are in the way," Betsy finally complained. They
hampered her up and down movement. "Pull them down."
The man hesitated for a moment. Betsy looked up and saw the
conflict in his expression but when she withdrew her hand and sat
waiting, he made his decision.
"Must be out of my mind," the gray-haired detective muttered,
but he lifted himself off the seat and jerked his shorts and
trousers down to his knees. "Go on, baby, work on it a little
bit."
She didn't hesitate. Betsy gripped the naked prick and
quickly frigged at it, pulling the loose skin up and down over the
steel-like gristle of the policeman's big prick. There was a
street light near the car and she could see a thick drop of lube
gather in the swollen slit in the top of the glans. Betsy felt
warm and safe for the first time in days and she knew that she had
to repay the kind man for his help.
The slender little teen shifted on the seat and lay down.
Jim's hand drifted down over her spine and over the firm mounds of
her small ass and as she gently sucked and licked at his swelling
glans his hand pressed between the cheeks and found her wet little
slit from the rear.
"Ummmmmm," Betsy cooed against the slick cock head that she
was sucking, "Du yu luk ut when uh suck ut?"
Jim didn't answer with words, but his long finger dove deep
inside of her and the excited little girl began to buck, slamming
and slapping her belly and lightly haired pussy against the slick
seat
covers.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" Her question was direct and
pointed. Betsy wouldn't have minded if he had wanted her to drink
his warm, slick cum but she really wanted him to fuck her.
"Ooooooo, kid! I want to screw you," Jim whispered urgently.
"God help me, but I have to feel how tight that little pussy of
yours really is!"
Betsy was smiling happily as she gave the groaning policeman's
big prick along, loving suck then scrambled up to her knees.
Without his having to ask her to she hurriedly unzipped her dress
and pulled it off over her head.
The naked eighteen-year-old was trembling with excitement as
she swung a slim thigh over his and sat down, facing him. The
excited man groaned. His big hands cupped her firm little buttocks
and pulled Betsy close. Betsy sighed as she bent her head and
offered him a moist, saliva and lube tasting kiss. She was lifted,
her round knees pressed against the back of the seat and she
shuddered when the slippery, well sucked head of his prick found
the lips of her pussy.
"Unnnnggghhhh, you're like velvet," Jim gasped as the
plump folds of the little girl's lightly haired cunt swallowed the
head
of his prick and seemed to suck it up inside of her. Jim's fingers
tightened on her shoulders and began to press the groaning little
teen down on his upthrust prick.
It was Betsy's turn to groan as she felt herself filled to
overflowing with lovely, gnarled cock! The naked little girl
trembled and pressed down on the penis, impaling herself on it.
They sighed in unison, then began to work.
Jim lifted himself up from the seat, working his long rammer
deep in her belly until she thought that she could feel it pressing
against her stomach. In return, Betsy began to roll her slim hips,
helping the throbbing cock twist and turn inside of her. At the
same time she used a skill that Mr. Baker had taught her and
clamped down hard on the prick, as if she were trying to keep it
inside of her forever!!
It was a warm summer night and the windows were closed. The
air in the car grew warm and close and soon the groaning little
teen was sweating, she could feel it running down over her pointed
tips of her tiny breasts and running down the ridge of her spine.
"Faster," Betsy squealed softly. "Do it harder and faster,
please!"
The man groaned and used his grip on her ass to help the
moaning, gasping little girl up and down on his long, shining
prick. "Unnnnggghhh, it feels so good. Huuuuuhhh!!"
Betsy moaned then gasped. She stiffened and then began to
frantically twist and jerk on the stiff bone that filled her.
"Aaaaaiiiiieee," Betsy squealed happily as she climaxed. Bright,
neon colors exploded behind her eyes and a lovely warmth and sense
of well being flooded her.
"Oggghhh...aggghhh...Unnnggggggg, Jim groaned as his big prick
bucked against the back of Betsy's slick pussy then began to fill
it with white, creamy cum. "Awwwwggghhhh," the man groaned with
pleasure. "Don't worry...we'll take care of you. I'll think of
something...haaaaaggghhh!!
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
It was bewildering. Things had happened so fast that she
wasn't sure what was happening! Betsy sat very still in the large
chair in Juvenile Court. Looking up, the little teen saw that the
judge was looking at her. The old man's eyes flashed behind his
rimless glasses and, before they dropped away from her face and
slowly traveled down her slender body, he smiled at her.
"The uhhhh, situation at the theater is now under control?"
The judge's question sparked memories in Betsy's mind. The
slim eighteen-year-old fidgeted in her chair and was forced to put
her hand up in front of her face when she remembered the look of
shock and surprise on Mr. Simpson's face when she opened the side
door and let the police into the Majestic!
"Yes, your honor," Jim Richards said with a smile. "All of
the suspects were taken in and several of the patrons were arrested
for lewd behavior." A tiny giggle tried to slip out of her mouth
and Betsy had to nip hard at her knuckle to keep from laughing.
They were all taken in all right! She remembered that one fat man,
the one who'd been behind the screen with poor Kathy. He'd tried
to run with his pants down at his ankles and had tripped, falling
right through the screen! I told them, Betsy told herself happily.
I knew that I'd get them, all of them!!
"Then all that remains is the matter of what to do with this
young lady." The judge smiled at her again and Betsy returned the
smile. She could see that special look in his eyes and thought she
knew what his solution would be if he had his way!
"Yes sir, I have the papers here. They have all been signed
and witnessed." Jim paused and looked at Betsy.
The look that passed between them made the little teen shiver
with pleasure. Betsy's tight love sheath twisted and she could
feel a fresh dew of moisture seep out of her and wet the dainty
crotch piece of her new panties.
"...and that being the case it is our suggestion that the
petition to make Betsy Morrison a ward of Sergeant and Mrs.
Richards be granted," the judge read. The old man paused for a
moment then nodded his head. "Petition granted."
The judge turned his attention to Betsy. The look in his eyes
made her even wetter.
"Young lady, you are now the ward of the Richards' family. Do
you understand that?"
"Yes sir," Betsy said, nodding. But the little girl was
smiling. He's looking up my skirt...I wonder if he can see enough
to get him hard?
"Good, you're under their care and supervision. Listen to
them and be a good little teen," the man said. Betsy nodded again
and then smiled as she parted her thighs slightly, giving him a
clear view of her plump little love mound.
Jim was nervous. He had avoided looking at her as he drove.
When they turned down the street to his house he shook his head and
muttered to himself. "I am crazy, this is going to be a wild
thing! Do you know what could happen if anyone finds out about
us? What do you think will happen if Molly finds out?"
Betsy thought about her new "mother." Molly Richards was a
pretty, dark haired little woman with a large, friendly smile. She
didn't want to hurt her.
"I... I don't know what would happen," Betsy murmured.
Jim snorted and pulled the car into the garage. Before Betsy
could say anything else he got out and shut the garage door,
leaving the little girl sitting.
"Molly is downtown, shopping," the handsome, graying man said
as he got back in the car. "I know it's crazy but...I want you,
right here and now!"
A warm flow of happiness filled Betsy. She understood him
now. As long as he wanted her she was sure that she was safe.
The slender little teen edged closer to the man and whispered.
"I'll get my new dress all wrinkled."
Jim shook his head impatiently and pulled her up on his lap.
"I don't care. I bought the dress and I can buy more of
them," he growled as he hauled the dress up and began to slip
Betsy's panties down over her knees.
The lovely eighteen-year-old sighed. She sat facing away
from
him enjoying the feel of his warm hands on her naked buttocks.
Then Betsy heard the whisper of a zipper and moaned with anticipa-
tion when she felt the steel of her new father's big cock press in
between her cheeks and find the slick mouth of her cunt.
"Ooooooo, daddy," Betsy groaned as she was entered from the
rear. "Ohhhhh, I love it when you fuck me, I love it!!"
Jim groaned and trembled, his hips began to lift and surge.
His swollen cock made wet sticky sounds in the delicious flow of
the little girl's love juice.
They were so engrossed with their lovemaking that neither of
them saw the connecting door to the house open and a small brunette
step into the darkened garage.
Oh good Christ! Jim!!" They both froze in mid-stroke.
Betsy's eyes bulged out of her head when she found herself face to
face with Molly! The lovely little teen felt so foolish, so nasty
sitting there staring at the shocked housewife while she was
perched on the woman's husband's throbbing cock!
"Ohhhhh, noooo," Jim groaned. The graying policeman was so
shocked that he made no move to lift Betsy off his prick. "Molly,
I...I don't know what to say!!"
Each passing second seemed like a year and Betsy felt panic
building up in her as she stared at Molly Richards.
"Well, you might at least invite me to join you," the pretty
housewife purred as she slipped into the car beside them. Betsy
gasped as she saw the small brunette's hand slip between her
splayed thighs and felt practiced fingers lightly pinch at her
still rigid clit!!
"I think this is a pretty cramped place to do it, but I
suppose we can manage" Molly whispered as she slipped her finger
into Betsy's cunt, letting it lay along side her husband's hard
cock. "At least we can manage it this time, but after this we fuck
in the bed!!"
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