"Want me to be here again tomorrow?" She was zipping up her jeans, "I'm broke. Better make it five days from now."
"Oh, you can owe me, I'll trust you," She smiled a little girl smile… not quite yet a whore's smile.
Gilbert nodded. "Okay. Tomorrow, if you're not too sore."
She showed up. She slipped in through the barely open garage doors and waved. She had a cheap box of chocolates.
When she climbed up on the seat next to him, Gilbert asked, "Buy that with the money I gave you?"
She nodded, "Um-hmm," opened the box and popped a liquid-center chocolate into her mouth. The syrup dribbled down her chin. She wiped it away with the back of a sticky hand.
"How did you explain the money?"
"I told Mommy I found it on the floor in the store. She made me buy a pair of socks with some of it."
Gilbert watched her enjoy the chocolate. Her eyes were half-closed with sugary delight. Her mouth was smeared with chocolate. Half the chocolates were gone.
"That must have cost about three bucks."
"I guess so."
A weird, jealous thought came to him – she was getting money from somebody else, too! The little slut!
He waited impatiently. His cock itched. It was crowding his shorts, trying to straighten itself from a doubled-over position. He unzipped and pulled it free.
He said, "If I smear this with a chocolate, will you eat it off?"
"No!" She put the box of chocolates on the far side of the seat by the door, away from his reach. "They're mine!"
"Get your jeans off, then. We haven't got all day."
She forced another big chocolate into her mouth and then wriggled down her jeans.
Naked from the waist down, she straddled him. "You have to make me wet first."
"I know." He had his hands on her bare butt. He cupped the smooth cheeks. He ran his hands up her back, under her T-shirt and around to her breasts. He pinched her little nipples gently. They grew firm, but not much more in size.
Betty asked, "Don't you want to kiss me like last time?" She stuck out her tongue. "I like it that way now."
"Who else have you kissed that way?"
Her eyes shifted. "Nobody." She looked down at his hard cock. She pretended concentration as she grabbed it with both hands and began pumping the skin.
He was pretty sure she was playing little whore games with somebody else. He said, "Let's try it today with you facing the other way – facing front." The idea of kissing her chocolatey mouth turned him off.
She shrugged. She turned around. She settled down and his cock stuck up between her spread-open thighs. She giggled and jacked him that way, "It looks like it's mine!"
Gilbert roamed his hands up and down her body. One hand drifted on silken skin down to her mound. He insinuated a finger into the lips. He lightly stroked the easily found clit.
His other hand caressed her soft, warm breasts, her stomach and belly, then her breasts again.
She relaxed against him. Her short, stringy blonde hair smelled sour.
It didn't take long to get her hot; she writhed in his arms as he probed two fingers in and out of her vagina while tapping her clitoris with a fingertip of his other hand.
Betty was fast approaching orgasm. She began to tense. Her small hands plucked faster at his cock.
Gilbert said in her ear, "Okay, raise up. Let's see how much we can get in this time."
She obeyed. He put his cock in position by fee!. She made a little grunting sound as the glans popped through the tight ring of entrance muscles. She grabbed the steering wheel to keep from taking more of his thick length. "Hurts."
Gilbert got his fingertip on her clitoris again. He slithered it in small circles. "Don't lift off yet. Just hold it like you are."
She let him have his way. She hovered, penetrated but not wholly taken. Her gripping muscles slowly loosened a bit. Her breathing became fast and hoarse. She began to tense with pleasure. She wriggled and squirmed on his cock. She knowingly or unknowingly took more of him. Her boyish, narrow hips began to undulate as if her body-mind was ready for true fucking.
Gilbert rubbed her clitoris faster and faster. He whispered in her ear: "Lower… let yourself down lower…"
Betty was panting. Her legs were trembling. She had almost half his cock in her. She was actually fucking up and down on it.
Gilbert was in a frustrated heaven. She was so deliciously hot and tight as she jerked in small, erratic moves on his glans and the two inches or so that was in her.
He wanted to sink it all in! His cock had to be completely buried in that spasming, velvet fist! He was gasping, too.
But then Betty's orgasm faded and the pain of her distension came keen and sharp through the dimming pleasure. She whimpered and struggled to get off.
He held her for a second, then let her go. He grated, "Finish me! Jack me off! Quick!"
She winced as she changed position. She complained, "I had almost all of it, but it hurt too much!"
He nodded impatiently. His cock was throbbing, tingling, demanding release.
She sat carefully on the rough old upholstery and reached blindly for his cock while she looked the other way to pick out a chocolate.
With her mouth full of creamy chocolate filling, Betty closed her left hand around his cock and started pumping. She was getting very good at it.
Gilbert clenched his jaw and closed his eyes as the intense pleasure fountained semen over his pants and her hand. He didn't give a damn; they were old work pants, dirty, soiled already. It was a very good orgasm, but he felt cheated.
Before she left, again dressed, with her box of chocolates, Betty said, "Don't forget my dollar!"
"Be here on Monday and you'll get your dollar and another one, too."
"Okay. And I bet I can get it all in me next time, too."
"Double or nothing?"
"What does that mean?"
"If you do get it all in and fuck me that way, I pay you three dollars all together."
"Sure!" She waved as she went out through the garage doors.
Gilbert sighed and felt empty and dirty and contemptible.
Gilbert didn't masturbate in the intervening days. He wanted to have a full charge, a high lust, when she climbed onto him again.
He managed to borrow enough money to keep the date. He was sitting in the back seat of his car watching the barely ajar doors of the garage, checking his watch, fuming because she was late – he had been waiting for over an hour – when Betty slipped into the warm gloom and pulled the garage doors shut.
She saw him in the back seat. She climbed in beside him. She wore a new, clean yellow dress, and new unscuffed white shoes. Her hair was brushed and clean, with a green ribbon.
"What happened to you? New clothes?"
She nodded happily. "Mommy bought them for me. She got a lot of money from her men, Saturday and Sunday."
"I'll bet. Did you watch?"
Betty nodded and giggled. "They caught me. Mommy was mad but the man wanted to see me. He wanted to see me naked. He told Mommy he'd give her ten dollars more. So she told me to come and take off my nightie."
"So you did."
Betty nodded and giggled. "I stood up real close to him and he patted my boobies." She patted her breasts with both hands. "I got a hold of his pee-pee but Mommy slapped my hand away. They had an argument. He wanted to play with me and let me play with him. He said he'd give her twenty dollars extra!"
Gilbert pulled Betty closer to him. He moved his hand under her dress and found she was wearing panties. "Take these off."
Betty obeyed as she continued to tell about her adventure. She pushed her panties to her ankles. "Finally Mommy let me stay and watch if he only played with my boobies and if I didn't play with his pee-pee. He called it his 'prick'."
"So you watched him fuck your mother, huh?" Gilbert lifted her legs and pulled her panties (lemon yellow ones) from her shoes.