Unknown - The willing Usherette

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 girl 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 child 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 child 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 girl'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!!"

It was crazy! She had a home, she had a room and her own little bed but she couldn't bring herself to go there! Betsy didn't know what to do. The pretty little twelve-year-old stood in the lobby of the Majestic and watched the last of the evening's patrons file out of the open doors.

If I go back there he'll get me again, Betsy told herself.

It had been nearly two days. But just the same, whenever she thought about Dave Henry the lovely little girl's still sore anus would pucker and she could feel that obscene desire well up in her again. He fucked you in the ass, a teasing voice whispered in her head. He fucked your ass three, or was it four times?

Betsy shuddered and tried to think of something else but she had no other thoughts as strong and as lovely as her memories of the dirty things that Dave Henry had done to her in her room that night and the next morning.

There was a slow, swelling surge of excitement between her thighs. Betsy tried not to think about her mother's lover, but the image of his big, thick cock haunted her every waking moment! When Betsy remembered the way that it would slide into her wet, ready little pussy or the way that it felt in her mouth when it erupted and forced her to drink Dave's hot cream, she would moan with real desire.

She'll find out, Betsy told herself, thinking about her mother. What will she say to me when she finds out the things that Dave is doing to me?

The slender little usherette was worried, but what she didn't know was that the ringing of the phone at the candy counter signaled that her problem was already being solved for her.

"Honey? Come over here a minute."

Betsy knew that Grace was speaking to her. The lovely little girl was reluctant to turn and face the older blonde. She'd been avoiding Grace for days.

"Betsy, I have a message for you, from your mother."

She had no choice. Betsy turned and walked to the counter. As she did she noticed a familiar glow in the counter manager's eyes.

Grace pretended not to see Betsy's reluctance. She gave the little girl a soft smile and pointed at the phone. "That was your mama. She sounded upset. She says that you should find someone to stay with tonight."

A thin trickle of nervous fear dribbled down the young brunette's spine as Betsy waited for the other shoe to fall.

"She says to tell you that she'd found out about it. What does that mean?"

Betsy's mouth opened twice, but no sound came out. She felt a growing lump of shame and worry inside of her as she stared at the other woman.

Grace was snapping off the lights behind the counter and then lifting the gate before Betsy noticed. A warm, soft arm slid around her shoulders and the pretty little girl felt herself hugged tight. "I… I know that you think that I helped Newt Simpson set you up here. I didn't want to do it, Betsy. Honestly I didn't want to do it, but he made me. I didn't want you in this mess but… well he has some pictures of me and I have to do what he tells me to do."

The slender little girl didn't know what to say or what to do. She felt stunned and helpless. If she couldn't go home, where could she go? Grace saw the expression on Betsy's face and shrewdly guessed what she was thinking. The blonde tightened her grip on Betsy's shoulder and began to steer her towards the main staircase.

"You just get your things, don't even stop to change," Grace whispered happily. "You're going to spend the night with me!!"

Betsy would have resisted but the handsome woman pressed a full, pillow soft breast against her arm as she whispered again.

"You look like a little girl who needs some loving care and you know that I'm just the lady who can give it to you!"

The sudden charge of excitement that washed up between her thighs shook Betsy. Her tiny clitoris stiffened and began to vibrate and she was shocked to feel a delicious flow of love lube wet the fat lips of her small sex.

Grace waited for her at the door. Betsy stumbled to her locker and fumbled inside to get her street clothes and purse. When she came out, the shaken twelve-year-old saw her friend talking to Newton Simpson. But before she could think about what that meant, Grace turned away and hurried towards her.

The tires of Grace's car scraped lightly against the curb. The blonde was forced to take her hand away from Betsy's thigh in order to straighten the car out. "I've missed you, honey," Grace whispered for the fourth time since they left the Majestic. "I've been thinking about you and ooohh just wait till you hear what I was thinking about!!"

The door was still swinging shut when Grace turned towards her. "Ummmmmm, little lover!"

Betsy was confused and unsure of herself and when a warm, urgent pair of lips closed over hers she found that it was easier to surrender and let Grace make the decisions for her.

The small light over the bed was glowing. All that Grace wore were her panties and bra as she knelt before Betsy. The lovely little girl watched with glowing eyes as the half naked woman slowly, carefully drew her silky panties down over her slender thighs.

"Ooooooo, I've dreamed about your sweet tasting little pussy," the woman murmured. Grace paused and looked up at Betsy.

The trembling little girl was naked except for her shoes and she could see the blonde's eyes travel slowly over her slim body.

Grace's hands closed around Betsy's waist and gently pushed. The backs of Betsy's knees hit the bed and she was forced to sit down. The woman smiled at her again then slowly pressed her face between Betsy's trembling legs. The naked twelve-year-old gasped softly. Her belly gave a quick jerk as her hands guided her thighs until they lay hooked over the older woman's shoulders. Grace's wet tongue was protruding from her mouth and when its tip found the downy lips of Betsy's hairless sex it wiggled in small circles.