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CHAPTER FOUR

Betsy slowly shook her head and hugged herself as she stepped down from her bus and stood on the street corner. She needed a few minutes to gather her thoughts. Betsy felt like her whole world had turned upside down and she was lost. There were no familiar bases to touch, any more.

It had been so hard to talk to Julia this morning. Betsy felt like crying when she remembered how she'd stared at her mother as if she'd never seen her before in her life. "Well, that's the way it is, isn't it? I've never seen her do things like that before. I never even thought that she knew about things like that!"

The pretty twelve-year-old felt a dull resentment inside her when she thought about Julia. She felt cheated and lied to, as if her mother had been playing a game with her all these years. Betsy knew that Julia was only human, but when she thought about her mother, all she could see was her twisted face and hear again the guttural groans and snorts of delight that she made when Mr. Henry's big prick slid in and out of her!

Betsy was tense and uneasy. She could feel that silky, twisting feeling in her belly. It never seemed to go away any more. It was with her all the time and only became stronger when she thought about the dirty things that she'd done and seen in the past two days.

Betsy wanted to turn right around and go home. She didn't want to go in early and help Mr. Simpson get the house ready for the Saturday early show, but she couldn't go home. "Ohhh, darling, this is wonderful! I never dreamed that you could make that much money on a job at the movie!" Betsy grimaced when she remembered how her mother had hugged her and kissed her, kissed her with the same lips that she used to suck Dave Henry's prick! "Thank you! This is going to help so much. Maybe now we can do some of the things that we want to do. You're great, Bets!"

There was no going home. There was no being a happy, silly little girl again. Somehow she'd stepped over an invisible line and she could never get back.

Looking up, Betsy saw the big clock on the jewelry shop and realized that she would be late if she didn't hurry. The pretty little brunette forced her fears and her doubts out of her mind and began to scurry down the sidewalk toward the Majestic. Mr. Simpson had promised her extra money if she would come in early today and help and extra money was the only thing on her mind when she slipped in the back door of the theater.

Newton Simpson sat on one of the large couches in the lobby. When he saw Betsy, the theater manager checked his watch and nodded his head. "Right on time. I like that, Betsy."

The little girl looked down. She just couldn't bring herself to look the man in the eye. From the first second that she came in she felt that twisting sensation grow stronger than ever and no matter what she did, she found herself thinking bout his big penis!

"What should I do first, Mr. Simpson?" Betsy asked in a faint voice. The handsome theater manager chuckled and looked around him. At first, Betsy didn't understand. Then, when she followed his gaze, she began to catch his meaning. The candy counter was stocked and ready to go, the carpets had been vacuumed, and without having to look, she knew that the auditorium would be clean and ready.

"I… I thought that I was supposed to come in and help you this morning," Betsy stammered. "Did I make a mistake?"

Newton Simpson was smiling as he stood up. The slender little girl watched the man coming closer to her and was ashamed when she realized that her knees were shaking.

"No, you didn't make a mistake, honey," the man said quietly as he slipped his hand under Betsy's thick, long hair and caressed her slender arched neck. "I wanted you to come early for another reason."

Betsy shivered and couldn't resist the sudden impulse to move closer to Mr. Simpson.

"I wanted to be alone with you so that we could get to know each other better and to have some time to tell you about some other ways that I have for you to make extra money. A lot of extra money."

The plump, down-covered lips of her small pussy grew hot and firm and Betsy could feel them swell apart, letting a few drops of her slick lube leak out of her and wet the form-fitting crotch of her panties. The twelve-year-old knew full well what he meant when he said he wanted to "know each other better" and she was interested.

They didn't speak as they walked up the stairs that led to Newton's office. The man kept his arm around the little girl's shoulders and their legs brushed and touched as they walked. From time to time, Betsy peeked sideways at the front of Mr. Simpson's slacks and the large, growing bulge that she saw there made her feel all soft and melty inside.

Other than holding her close to him, Mr. Simpson made no other move to touch Betsy until they were safely inside of his office and his door was locked tight. Newton turned and found Betsy standing in the middle of the room staring at him with her large dark eyes.

Mr. Simpson took her by the hand and led Betsy to a couch and they sat. The man was confident and took his time, one arm slipped behind his shoulders and his free hand casually dropped down on Betsy's bare knee. To distract her, Newton began to speak softly in her ear.

"Did you think about what we did yesterday?" He didn't give Betsy a chance to answer before he went on. "I'll bet you did. I'll bet that it still makes you feel wet and funny when you remember how good it felt when I put my fingers in you."

His hand had crept up her bare thigh. The little girl watched it. The strange, sideways way that it moved reminded her of a big, warm spider. The twelve-year-old child trembled when the hand slipped out of view under her short skirt, but she didn't say a word. She didn't make a move to pull away from him. When Newton's hand pressed in between her thighs, Betsy sighed and obediently spread them, opening the way for him to press against the fat outline of her moist little cunt.

"I've been thinking about you," the theater manager sighed as he cupped her mound and gave it a gentle squeeze. "It makes me feel good when I remember how nice it felt to have you play with my prick."

She couldn't help it. Betsy was already staring at the big outline of his cock as it strained against his fly and when he began to talk about it, her small hands darted out and pressed against it!

"I knew it! I knew that you were just the girl I've been looking for around here," Newton sighed happily. "If you'll just do what I say you can have a lot of fun and make good money, too. You can work a few mornings a week when our film club meets and after that… well, I'll tell you about that when you're ready for it."

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.

The naked little girl's head bobbed faster and faster, a thick mixture of her saliva and his lube escaped her pursed lips and ran down the shaft of Newton's big cock. The handsome man groaned and continued to use his free hand to guide her and teach her the delicious art of cock sucking.

Finally, he couldn't stand it any longer. He pulled the gasping little girl's mouth away from his throbbing erection and pulled her up onto his lap.

Betsy moaned when the three fingers were pulled out of her bottom and the thick, satisfying head of the man's prick was jerked away from her lips but she didn't have any time to protest as he lifted her and forced her down on his lap. Betsy sat facing Mr. Simpson, her slim thighs spread wide on either side of his own.

"Oggghhh, you almost made me cum, honey," Newton moaned as he pulled the startled little girl forward and kissed her, jamming his tongue deep into her mouth as he did.

A wild sense of excitement was rumbling inside her, Betsy's naked body was jerking and screaming for the release she'd been cheated of. The pretty little brunette could feel his hard, slick penis pressing against the fat lips of her pussy and she found that by rocking her hips she could make the shaft rub against her hairless lips and mash hard against her hard, protruding clitoris.

Mr. Simpson's big hands slipped under her and cupped Betsy's trim little bottom. The naked girl sighed as his fingers squeezed and mauled her bouncy cheeks. But when he began to lift her, the little usherette began to tremble with a mixture of fear and desire.

"I'm going to put it in you, Betsy," Mr. Simpson breathed in her ear. "Are you afraid?"

Betsy moaned and hugged the handsome man tightly. She could feel his hard prick dragging across the velvet-smooth flesh of her inner thighs, leaving a wet, slick trail of lube as it blindly sought the small opening of her virgin cunt.

"Yessss," the lovely little girl admitted. "Is it going to hurt me?" The man chuckled a little and hugged her in return before he answered.

"A little, baby, just a little at first, but afterward… ohhh, after that it's going to be so good that you'll flip!"

She was still afraid, but an image of her mother popped into the excited little girl's head. Betsy could remember the look of longing on Julia's face, a look that changed to joy and pleasure when that man finally rammed his big thing into her. Betsy knew that she had to have it, somewhere inside her there was a longing, a need to feel it and no amount of fear or pain could stop her!

She didn't need to say a word, Betsy simply rolled her hips forward and pressed the swollen lips of her wet little love groove against the head of Mr. Simpson's big dong. The man gasped and groaned as the soft mouth of her baby cunt kissed his cock head.

"That's my baby," Mr. Simpson moaned softly. He pushed her back a little and Betsy could watch as he used one hand to center the head of his big cock under her puffy vulva. "Now go slow. Sit down on it a little at a time, honey. I don't want to hurt you, I want you to love this!"

Her insides had melted and drained away. Betsy felt light-headed and giddy as she did as she was told and lowered her trebling, naked body onto the cock. She could see everything and it added an extra sense of pleasure for the little girl to be able to see the purplish head of the penis spread the pink and white lips of her cunt apart and disappear into her tight little cunt.

Betsy gasped and shivered, the naked child felt a moan of pain trying to tear its way out of her open mouth and she clenched her jaw hard to keep it inside. Little ripples of pleasure and pain met and mixed along her nervous system until Betsy wasn't certain that she could tell them apart. The firm knob of the man's big prick was fully inserted in the stretched throat of her vagina and was slowly entering her body. For the first time, Betsy realized what was going to happen to her, he was going to put part of his body inside of hers!

A wave of panic and fear shook her and the naked little girl whimpered as she tried to pull herself off of the spear of flesh that was inching its way into her flat little belly.

"Shhh, it's going to be all right, honey," Mr. Simpson whispered in her ear. "Don't worry, don't be frightened. I won't hurt you." His voice calmed her a little and the feel of his strong hands moving up and down on her back soothed the lovely child and she stopped struggling. "Relax, don't go tense because that will only make it harder for us," Newton whispered.

She tried, she really did, but the feel of the hard staff stretching and opening her set off alarm bells in Betsy's mind and she had to force the muscles of her belly and the muscles between her splayed thighs to unlock.

Newton's fingers tightened under her and pulled the pert, high riding cheeks of the child's bottom apart, helping make room for his hairy dong as it slowly forced its way into her. He stopped when he felt his glans butt hard against the elastic membrane that blocked Betsy's virgin love sheath and waited.

Betsy knew what was happening, too, the pretty little girl winced when she felt her hymen stretch and fight to keep the big cock head out. They both stopped moving, allowing her body to grow accustomed to the feel of him inside of her.

Mr. Simpson must have known how frightened she was because he was so gentle with her. Betsy sighed happily when the handsome man paused to suck at her pretty little titties and lightly tickled the tightly closed opening to her anal canal.

"You'll have to help me, baby," the handsome man sighed as he taught Betsy to twist her hips and make the knob of his throbbing cock turn and pull inside of her. Each time that she moved, it felt better. Betsy could feel the hard flesh of the shaft brushing lightly against her swollen lovebud and the flame of desire beat down her fears and gave her a fresh wave of courage.

"Ooohhhh, it feels so big," Betsy moaned breathlessly and she pressed her slim body down on the man's prick. "It feels like… awwwgghh!" Betsy stopped moving and stiffened but it was already too late! The lovely little girl felt her paper thin membrane rip and the greasy feeling head of the prick glide into the slick, waiting grip of her virginal cunt!!

"Ummmm, soooo tight and warm." Mr. Simpson moaned as he began to thrust gently at Betsy. Each time that the big cock would back off an inch then slip back she would groan but gradually the moans of pain turned to groans of pleasure and in minutes he had Betsy twisting and rolling her hips and bouncing up and down on his hard, hot prick.

"Oooooo, I… like it," Betsy panted. Impulsively the little girl pulled his face up to hers and kissed him. This time, when Mr. Simpson forced his tongue into her mouth, the greedy little rascal sucked and pulled around his blood hot rammer.

"Oggghhhh… do it like that again!" Betsy's eyes and popped open and she yelped a little when the big man lifted her until only the flanged head of his cock was still in her before he relaxed and let the lovely, naked girl drop back on his cock, taking all of it in one long plunge!! "Oh… Ohhhh!!! It's going to… ohhhh… aaaaaiiiiieeeee!!"

She was cumming!

Betsy called out, her small hands clenched and dug her nails into Newton's shoulders while she forced her stretched, full little cunt to dance and pound against his lap. The man grinned and then gasped himself when the terrible friction of her tight little sheath seemed to suck his cum up from his balls.

"Awwwgggghhh… I'm cumming too, honey!" Betsy gasped then moaned when she felt a hot gush of cum fill her and soak her stinging little cunt with a thick coat of slick semen and all she could do was squeal and work faster as she tried to pump all of his hot load into herself. She knew it, she was even farther over that line of childhood and it was certain that she could never get back. She wasn't even sure she wanted to!

"Ooooooo, harder!" The lovely little brunette cooed in the panting man's ear. "Do it harder for me!!" Newton Simpson groaned and then laughed happily when he felt her small pussy tighten around his wilting cock and fight to keep it hard and stuffed deep inside of her.