Unknown - The willing Usherette

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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