Unknown - The willing Usherette

The hand moved again and they both began to tremble as the fingers met and gently pressed against the slick folds of the little girl'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 girl 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 twelve-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 girl 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 girl 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 hairless 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 twelve-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 hairless 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 girl 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 girl 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!!"

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 girl 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 twelve-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 girl 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.