He slid his middle finger into Betty's slit and got the fingertip slippery. He had the loose leg opening of her shorts pushed over to expose her hairless pussy. He sank his finger deep and probed for the end of her vagina.
He had big hands and long fingers. Little Betty could take a man! It was just a question of getting her opened up more, and used to thickness. He resumed wet-rubbing her clit.
He asked, "Does your mother ever suck her boyfriends off?"
Betty shook her head. "She said it was nasty. One of them asked her to and she said she would never do it." Betty added, "I won't either."
Gilbert rubbed her clit faster. She was breathing fast, little puffs of candy-flavored breath. Her thighs twitched and closed on his hand and wrist. She was flushed and her body was tightening with the surge of pleasure of her orgasm.
Gilbert's own peak was close, too. Her hand speeded desperately.
He closed his eyes. He slipped his thumb down into her wet groove and eased a finger into her vagina. His thumb rotated on her clit.
He felt her leg muscles tense. She was getting that childlike hoarseness in her fast breathing he had noticed before when she came.
She shifted to her other hand and was suddenly pumping his cock as fast as she could. He groaned and hissed through his teeth. The intense pleasure coiled and broke in his loins.
In that frantic moment he kept his thumb pressing in small circles on the stiffened little pencil tip of her clitoris. And he pushed a second finger into her vagina. Her hips jerked but she only gasped a bit louder, and her hand squeezed his cock as hard as it could for a second.
That squeeze was the trigger. A giant fist closed in his belly and he spurted violently. He grunted as if in pain and plunged his two fingers in and out of her vagina.
She kept pumping until he told her to quit. Semen was all over her hand. It oozed off onto his fly.
He took his hand from her and pulled a clean rag from his pocket. He handed it to her. "Wipe off."
Betty said, "You hurt me with your finger."
"I'm sorry. I'll be more careful next time."
He felt drained, bored with her. He decided not to buy her a full pound of fudge. The little whore!
He brought a half a pound of fudge out to the car the next day. Betty wasn't waiting for him. He fiddled with the radio for an hour, then went back into the house. He ate the fudge – all of it – that night.
The next day he glanced out of the window and saw her playing in the next-door backyard. He went out to the garage.
She saw him and sneaked into the car a few minutes later. "I couldn't come yesterday. Mommy took us all to the zoo. We saw all the animals. Elephants and everything." Her hazel eyes were big with wonder and memory. "And lions!"
She wore dirty blue jeans and a clean boy's T-shirt. Her small breasts moved and jiggled loosely. Her nipples were faintly visible as tiny bumps. She wore plastic sandals on her dirty feet.
Betty looked expectant. "Did you get my fudge?" She put a small warm hand on his thigh.
"I had it and I ate it. I'll get you some more."
"No… give me some money. Give me a dollar."
"What for?"
"For last time. And give me a dollar for today." She was very sure of herself, very positive.
"You're getting awfully expensive." He frowned. "What do I get for all that money?"
Betty unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and skinned them down her childlike hips and thighs to her knees. There were no panties. "I'll let you do anything you want."
"Huh." He slid his hand under her T-shirt to her breasts. Each breast was a warm, soft handful. He molded the flesh. "How about you digging out my cock?"
"Okay." She used both hands to work at his pants. A moment later she was pulling and pushing his cock with unknowing skill. Betty volunteered, "I watched Mommy and a man last night. He gave her some money."
"Oh, yeah? She's charging for it?"
"She climbed on top and sat on his pee-pee. It was a big one like this one. She liked it. She bounced up and down a long time."
"You want to sit on mine?"
"I'm too young to fuck."
"Try it. You might be surprised. You might not be too young."
Betty looked doubtfully at his stiff cock. She touched a finger to the smear of secretion at the tip. "It'll hurt."
"If it hurts too much you can stop." Gilbert put his hand between her thighs. He touched her naked pussy lips. He pressed gently and she opened her plump legs. He worked his finger in.
She squirmed as he tickled her clitoris. She decided, "Maybe I will. Will you do me like that when I do it?"
"Sure." A bright lust flared in his guts. He pressed two fingers into her. She didn't bat an eye. But it felt tight. His cock was as thick as three or four fingers.
Betty toed off her sandals and artlessly tugged off her jeans. "You better give me the two dollars first."
"Is that what your mother tells her boyfriends?"
"She said twenty last night." Betty was impressed.
Gilbert dug two one-dollar bills from his pocket. He wondered if it was worth it. He cursed himself in his mind.
Betty pushed the crumpled notes into one of her jeans' pockets. She got up on her knees on the seat. Her hips and legs were pale ivory. Her mound was a rounded, plump triangle, grooved between her legs by her pink-lipped child's vulva. She said, "Show me how."
"Didn't you see your mother do it?" He pulled her leg over his lap. She was in a straddling position, facing him.
Gilbert kissed her. He sent his tongue into her sweet young mouth.
Betty giggled. She pulled her lips away. "That tickled."
"That's the way your mother kisses her men friends." He put his hand between her naked legs and speared a finger up into her vagina. He rotated his thumb on her clit. He kissed her again.
Betty put her arms around his neck. Her breathing changed. Her rump became restless. She pressed closer to him. His cock brushed against her smooth, white belly. She soon got used to tongue kissing. She became enthusiastic.
Gilbert pushed a second finger up into her and fingerfucked her slowly. His thumb kept moving. Betty was panting lightly. "I like what you're doing."
"Try sitting on my cock now."
She looked down and raised up. He took his fingers out of her and positioned the head of his cock against her moist slit. "Just a minute." He used both thumbs to pull the vulva open. Wet pinkness appeared. "Now press down."
Betty pressed. Her weight set his cock head firmly against the opening of her vagina. "It's too big."
"Try…" He stared down intently. He set his thumb against the splayed vulva and rubbed the slick, sensitive pinhead near the top of the groove.
Betty's big eyes narrowed in concentration. Her lips pressed together. She wriggled down on his cock. Her breath caught. "Ohh…"
The head was in her! The ring of muscles at the entrance of her vagina was tight, but the head of his cock was in her! The straining muscles were spasming. It felt glorious.
He wanted to pull her down further, to drive up into her belly! But he gritted his teeth and did nothing.
Betty whimpered and lifted off the blunt impalement. "It hurt too much."
He nodded. There was a film of sweat on his brow. "Just jack me off now. We can try it again next time. You have to get used to it and get stretched."
"It hurt." She settled down onto the seat beside him. She struggled back into her jeans. She left them open. She automatically reached for his cock and started to pump him.
"But it was worth a dollar, wasn't it?"
"I guess so." She smiled and pushed the dollar bills deeper into the pocket. She pushed a dirty hanky in on top of them.
A moment later Gilbert cupped his hands over his cock as she energetically jacked him to a gasping climax. Semen spurted up against his palms.
He leaned loosely back in the seat.