Unknown: The willing Usherette

"… 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 girl," 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 girl 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 twelve-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 anticipation 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 girl 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!!"