The Usherette CHAPTER THREE 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 eighteen-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 teen 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 young 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 young teen 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 young teen 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
eighteen-year-old knew full well what he meant when he said he wanted to "know
each other better" and she was interest- ed. They didn't speak as they walked
up the stairs that led to Newton's office. The man kept his arm around the
young teen'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 young teen watched
it. The strange, sideways way that it moved reminded her of a big, warm
spider. The eighteen-year-old teen 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 teen 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 young teen 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 young teen. "I like pretty girls like you." He dipped
his head and caught one of Betsy's firm little tits in her mouth. The young
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 eighteen-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 young teen could resist him, even if she wanted to.
"Wait a second, honey," Mr. Simpson finally muttered as he lifted the naked
teen 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 young teen 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 young teen
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 young teen 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 young cunt from the rear. The young 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
young teen 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
young 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 teen
could think of to keep from answer- ing. 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 teen
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 young teen'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 teen 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
young teen 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 young teen 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 young teen'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 young teen'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 young teen 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 young 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 lightly haired 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 teen sighed as his fingers squeezed and mauled her bouncy
cheeks. But when he began to lift her, the young 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
young teen 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 young teen'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
young teen 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 teen 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 young teen 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 teen 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 teen'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 young teen 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
teen 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.

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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 young teen
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 teen 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 young 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. CHAPTER FIVE "What's the matter with you, chick? Come back here
with me and we can have some fun." Betsy made a small whimpering sound deep in
her throat and twisted free of Rick's hand. The pretty brunette stared at the
head usher for a moment. She was tired, sore and more than a little sick and
the idea of going behind the screen with him made her flesh crawl with
revulsion! "No! I . . . I don't want to do that," Betsy hissed. Before the
surprised head usher could answer her, she'd spun around and was hurrying up
the main aisle. The movie would be over in a few minutes and she'd be able to
get away from the Majestic! She'd barely made it into the lobby when another
thought stopped Betsy dead in her tracks. When the movie let out, where could
she go? Betsy was sure that Mr. Henry would be with her mother if she went
home and she didn't feel up to seeing her mother with a man, not after what
had happened to her today! The nervous young teen was so lost in thought that
she didn't see Grace Borden coming up behind her. Betsy gasped and jumped when
the older woman stepped behind her and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey!
Take it easy, I didn't mean to frighten you." Betsy began to tremble and
before she could stop herself the pretty young teen started to cry. "Honey,
are you all right? What happened?" Instantly Grace went to her and cuddled
Betsy in her arms. The slender eighteen-year-old shuddered when the woman's
large breasts pressed against her face but she felt so warm and so safe like
this that she couldn't bring herself to try to get away. "Ohhhh, Mrs. Borden .
. . I . . . I'm so confused!!" It gushed out of her. The pretty teen let it
all out. Betsy was so distraught and ashamed that she couldn't look the older
woman in the eyes. She pressed her tear stained face against Grace's pillowy
globes and told her every foul, exciting detail of what had happened to her
since she walked into the Majestic looking for a job. When she was finished
she was amazed to feel the blonde hug her tighter. She had expected horror and
rejection! "Awwww, honey," Grace said in a soft voice. "You've really been put
through the mill, haven't you?" Grace paused for a few seconds, then she led
Betsy to a stool behind the candy counter. "You stay here with me until
closing, then we'll decide what we're going to do with you." Betsy felt
better. She still couldn't bring herself to meet the older woman's eyes, but
she felt safe and protected with her near. Rick closed and locked the front
doors after the last patron. He turned and looked like he was going to say
something to Betsy but Grace stepped between them and must have given him a
warning look because the handsome young man sneered and walked away, leaving
them alone. "All right, let's get organized," Grace said with a smile as she
snapped out the lights and cleaned out the popcorn machine. "Do you want me to
take you home or . . . would you like to spend the night with me?" Betsy was
taken by surprise. She didn't know what to say and her shock must have been
apparent on her face because Grace grinned and explained. "I just thought that
you could tell your mother you were staying with a teen who works here. It
wouldn't be a lie and that way you could avoid your situation at home and get
a chance to calm down." There was no traffic and Grace was able to speed down
the streets as they headed for her apartment. Betsy felt a small, flickering
flame of anger and resentment still burning inside of her whenever she thought
about her quick conversation with her mother. "She doesn't care about me
anymore! She jumped at the chance to get rid of me for a night," the young
teen told herself. "All she wants to do is ball all night and not have me to
bother her!" Betsy wasn't exactly certain why she was angry. She was relieved
that she wouldn't have to go home tonight, but still she wished that her
mother had shown a little more concern. Betsy wished that Julia hadn't been so
eager to get rid of her like that. "Well, here we are, darling. Sit down and
relax." Grace smiled and motioned toward a couch. "I'll get some fresh towels
so that you can take a nice, long, soothing shower." Betsy was surprised.
Grace didn't live in a real apartment. It was more like a small, secluded
bungalow in a heavily landscaped park. She didn't know what she had expected,
but the pretty teen was impressed by how nice the little house looked and how
expensive and tasteful the furnishings were. Betsy was still looking around
the room when she heard footsteps and looked up in surprise to see Grace,
dressed in a bathrobe, waiting for her. The older woman's voice sounded deeper
and softer when she spoke again. "Come on. A hot shower can do wonders for the
kind of pains that you have." A confused warning tingle ran up and down
Betsy's spine, but she ignored it and slowly got to her feet then joined the
attrac- tive blonde in the doorway. Betsy began to relax the second that they
passed through the door to the bathroom. The lights were soft, the room was
painted a muted pink, and the total effect was warm and soothing. Grace
slipped an arm around the pretty young teen's shoulders and began to talk
quietly to Betsy as she undressed her. "Poor baby, you're so young. You
shouldn't have to deal with men like Newt Simpson or that junior stud Rick for
a long time yet." The top of her uniform was loose, but Betsy hardly noticed
that it was being removed. She was relaxing under the healing flow of words.
"Ohhhh, look at you! You're just a baby," Grace sighed. "He bruised your
pretty little nubbins!" The blonde stood so close that her perfume filled
Betsy's head, dulling her response when a warm, gentle hand cupped and fondled
her firm, cupcake-sized breasts. "Men are rough, honey. You'll just have to
expect them to be rough with you." Grace purred and whispered and Betsy
shivered when the woman's expert fingers found her pink nipple buds and
twisted and tweaked them into hard little points. "A pretty baby like you
should be treated lovingly," Grace sighed. She unzipped the uniform skirt and
let it fall down over Betsy's slim hips. "You should have someone who can love
you and make you feel happy . . . there aren't many men who know how to do
that for a teen." Betsy knew that something was wrong, but she felt so relaxed
and limp that she couldn't make her mind tell her what it was. She felt like a
little teen when Grace turned her around and knelt to pull both her uniform
and panties down. She made no move to cover her naked sex. Grace gently pushed
her backward and the pretty brunette sat down on the toilet cover and lifted
one leg and then the other while the blonde pulled her panties down over her
shoes and then removed the shoes. Betsy was naked and she knew that Grace was
staring at her, but somehow it didn't make her feel threatened. The older
woman fiddled with the shower knobs until the water was just right. The
soothing sting of the water jets hit Betsy's face and her shoulders, sending
cascades of warm water down her slim body. It felt so nice that Betsy began to
smile. The glass shower door clicked and Betsy looked up just in time to see
Grace shrug out of her robe and step into the shower beside her. It all seemed
so natural that Betsy didn't mind when the blonde took the soap and washcloth.
Betsy peeked at Grace out of the corner of her eye. She was impressed. The
woman's large breasts were still firm and round with only the faintest hint of
a sag. Grace's belly was softly rounded and between her full, round thighs
grew a thick patch of dark but natural blonde hair. The naked woman put the
soap back in the dish and moved closer so that she could wash Betsy's
shoulders and down her slim back. As she did, the stiff, darkened flesh of her
nipples brushed against Betsy, tracing invisible circles on the surprised
young teen's wet, soapy flesh. "You are pretty," Grace sighed as she worked
the soapy cloth down Betsy's back. "Someday you'll be a beautiful woman. But
even now you are a lovely little thing." Betsy blushed but still smiled. It
made her feel good to know that this attractive adult thought that she was
pretty. The wash cloth was working back and forth over her firm, high riding,
buttocks and Betsy was still thinking about what Grace had said when she
parted her feet a little and leaned forward so that Grace could work in
between her fleshy cheeks. "Did either of them hurt you here?" The question
caught her off stride and Betsy shuddered when she felt a soapy finger press
against the tight rosette of her rectal opening. "Newt didn't put his big fat
cock in your sweet little ass, did he?" The soft, soothing atmosphere of the
room changed in one blinding second. Betsy began to tremble, her dark eyes
popped open and a small groan seeped out of her mouth when she felt Grace's
soap lubricated finger glide past the frantic grip of her anus and into her
heated rectum!! "Shhhh, don't be frightened," Grace pleaded with her. The
woman wiggled her finger inside of Betsy's ass and her free hand pressed
against the shocked young teen's belly, holding her in place. "I won't hurt
you the way they did. I know how to make all the pain and the worry go away.
Just relax and let me show yo, Betsy, please!" Grace's soapy hand slid down
until it cupped the whole of Betsy's lightly haired mound. Instantly the
beautiful young teen felt a ripple of delighted response and her suddenly
tensed muscles began to soften and turn to butter. The blonde was pressing
against her. Their naked bodies were wet and soapy and excited Betsy as they
rubbed and wiggled against each other. Grace moaned happily and pressed one of
her fingers between the fat lips of Betsy's baby slit. The young teen gasped
and shook. The woman had fingers in her front and rear and she had to pull
herself up on her tiptoes to keep from being hurt. "Ooooo, Mrs....I mean
Grace...don't...ohhhh!!" She couldn't help herself. The wiggling and touching
was more than she could ignore and the lovely young teen found herself
clutching the naked woman and pressing her slippery body against hers. Grace
chuckled and kissed the shocked young teen on the lips while her fingers
danced and twisted in her tight openings. "It feels nice, doesn't it, honey? I
knew that you'd like it. All you had to do was feel it and I knew that you
would dig my brand of loving." There was nothing she could do. Betsy felt like
a puppet. She couldn't even force herself to move without the blonde's
guidance. "Come with me, young lover," Grace moaned as she edged toward the
door. Finally the excited blonde was forced to gently pull her fingers out of
Betsy's ass and her tight pussy so that she could shut off the water and grab
a large, fluffy towel so that she could dry her off. Betsy was tingling all
over when Grace dropped to her knees and began to blot away the drops of water
that covered Betsy's flawless tender flesh. The naked young teen made a
mewling sound when the handsome woman kissed then licked at her small breasts
while she dried her slim thighs and bottom. Grace didn't pause to dry herself.
She caught Betsy by the hand and almost ran to her bedroom! Betsy felt herself
being picked up then laid out on a wide bed. The covers had been pulled down
and she loved the feel of freshly washed sheets against her naked body. Grace
sighed as she slowly lay down beside Betsy. When she reached out to touch her,
the young teen could see Grace's hand shake with excitement. "Just stay with
me," the older woman pleaded. "I won't be mean to you the way that Newton and
Ricky were. I'll make you feel soooo good." Betsy couldn't believe what was
happening. She'd heard about women who liked to make love to women but she'd
never really believed it. Until now. The strangest thing was that now that she
was over the first shock, she was enjoying it! "Do you like me? Do I look
pretty to you, Betsy?" Grace lay pressed against the young teen's side. She
was propped up on one elbow and it was simple for her to lean forward and
press one of her ivory white tits against the teen's pink lips. "Kiss it for
me! Show me that you like me and I'll do things for you that you won't
believe!!" A funny trembling sensation shook her, but Betsy didn't hesitate.
The pretty young teen opened her lips and began to gently suck and pull on her
new friend's thick, stiff nipple. "Ummmm, that's perfect," the blonde
breathed. Grace began a slow, deliberate circular caress with her open palm,
letting it lightly brush over Betsy's flesh. The naked teen shivered when the
palm grazed her own sweaty nipples and she sucked even harder at the warm tit.
She used both small hands to pull it up to her lips and help her suck even
more of it into her mouth. The hand moved in an ever downward spiral and by
the time that the outstretched tips of Grace's fingers touched the swelling of
her puffy vulva, Betsy had spread her legs wide, lifting and splaying them in
an innocently obscene attitude of invitation. "Awh, you're already wet," Grace
cooed happily. "you greedy little devil! You're wet and making my fingers
slippery and sticky!" The fingers drew back from her cunt and Betsy watched
with breathless excitement as the blonde brought her fingers to her lips and
sucked them clean. A new, stronger sense of excitement and desire swept
through the young girl. Her hands moved down over the naked woman's hip and
belly until her small fingers could twine and explore in the thick patch of
pubic curls that hid her mature sex from view. Grace moaned and hugged Betsy
tight for a moment, letting the young teen poke a clumsy finger deep into her
own lube soaked cunt. Then the attractive blonde pushed the young girl away.
Betsy was surprised. She didn't understand what Grace wanted until the older
woman's hands pulled and tugged at her and guided her until she was sitting
astride her chest. Her firm little ass mashed the woman's meaty breasts flat
as she wiggled with excite- ment. "I'll make the sting go away," Grace
whispered as she stared up at the excited teen. Grace's hands caught each
cheek of Betsy's bottom and jerked her closer. Close enough so that she could
lift her head slightly and thrust her red, wet tongue directly between the
fleshy lips of her baby vulva!! "Agghh!! Oh, you...you shouldn't do that," the
shocked teen gasped. "That's nasty and dirty, you shouldn't ... unnngggghhh!!"
The young girl's eyes lit up and a wide, beaming smile changed her face when
the flat blade of the woman's tongue dove into her and speared into the sore
neck of her vagina. Betsy squealed as she watched the nasty thing that Grace
Borden was doing to her. The naked teen lifted her pelvis so that she had a
clear view of the blonde's extended tongue as it spread the velvet smooth lips
of her cunt and lapped and twisted in her. Each time that the tip of Grace's
searching tongue found the firm nub of her love knot, Betsy would groan and
wiggle, the bouncy cheeks of her little ass would rub against the big breasts
beneath her, and she realized that she had never been so excited in her life!!
But the excitement wasn't over yet. Grace had another thrill in store for her,
a thrill that turned Betsy's whirling mind to putty and killed the last traces
of resistance that she might have clung to. The handsome woman's hands were
still pulling Betsy forward. They lifted and pushed at the same time rocking
the slim young teen up on her knees and leaving the trembling cheeks of her
bottom defenseless. Betsy felt Grace's fingers pressing against her rear again
and knew what was going to happen. But the naked teen wasn't prepared for the
powerful jolt of twisted pleasure that she felt when the woman's long
forefinger, wet with the froth that was bubbling out of her pussy, jabbed into
her anus and didn't stop penetrating until it was in her to the knuckle!
"Oooogggghhh," the startled teen moaned. Betsy's head snapped back. Her slim
body arched backward and she scrubbed her wet cunt against Grace's face while
the woman stretched and opened her tight rear sheath!! "Unnnggghhh, that feels
... gooood!!" The muscles in Betsy's slim thighs were straining. Her toes were
splayed wide like claws as she wiggled and rolled her trim little bottom. She
could hear Grace grunting and gasping as she fought for air, but Betsy still
couldn't stop. She had to go on and on. She had to feel everything, experience
and taste every- thing that there was for her!!! "Hunnnggghh ... huuuhhh!!"
She could not breathe. Betsy gasped and struggled to fill her lungs with air.
The finger in her burning anus was spinning and twirling and the firm, wet
tongue buried in her pussy was slapping and ramming at her like a pulpy
jackhammer. The naked teen hunched her back and squealed loudly when the first
waves of her orgasm hit her. "Aaaaagh ... I'm ... I'm ... aaaaiiiieeee!!" It
was wonder- ful. Betsy squealed and whimpered. The tongue and the finger
popped in and out of her bottom, making her slim body twist and jiggle like a
mindless top. The moaning young teen's legs gave out and when Grace's head
fell back on the pillow and her hands dropped away, Betsy slipped sideways and
fell face down on the bed. The young brunette was so stunned and so tired that
she couldn't even roll over and fell asleep where she was. She had no idea
what time it was, but when the beautiful sensations awoke her, Betsy found
herself lying halfway across Grace's naked body. The sighing blonde had
pressed one of her tits back in Betsy's mouth and she was using her free hand
to lightly rub and flick the naked young girl's clitoris back to life while
she slept. Betsy sighed and began to roll her hips. It felt nice to be made
love to, especially when she was so sleepy and warm. Grace took advantage of
her mood. Betsy didn't try to resist when she felt herself being lifted again,
nor was she surprised when she found herself lying face down on the blonde's
naked body, her pretty lips pressing against the perfumed silk of her pubic
hairs. "Do it for me, young baby! Suck my pussy just the way that I sucked
yours!" Betsy heard Grace's voice. It sounded like it was coming from miles
and miles away. The sleepy teen looked down and shivered when she saw the
moist lips of the woman's cunt glisten under the hair. For a second, Betsy
hesitated, but then Grace's fingers began to tease and explore between her
opened thighs and the lovely fire was burning bright inside of her again. The
naked young teen used her fingers to spread the meaty lips of the woman's cunt
and dropped her head. She heard Grace gasp and felt her begin to tremble the
instant that her pointed little tongue found the distended tip of her
clitoris. "Oooohhh! Ohhh, little baby, lick it, lick it harder!!" Betsy smiled
to herself and did it again, this time letting her tongue glide over the clit
and into the moist, open throat of Grace's vagina. The naked blonde bucked,
her big tits rubbed against Betsy's thighs and her finger crawled back inside
of her baby pussy. "This is nice! I don't care what anyone says! I like
this!!"
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