He was looking for a one time fuck-toy. However, he discovered a young girl who needed his help and his special perverted attention.
Friday evening, Norman sat in the backrow of the theater. The movie was an animated show targeted at a far younger audience. However, over the years, the 58 year old man had discovered, these types of movies drew just the kind of viewers he liked.
Sitting in the back, gave him the perfect opportunity to search for his next tender victim.
The girl’s small faces, illuminated only by the movie’s flickering light, was Norman’s focus. He could see a few mothers with their daughters, and several large clusters of girls sitting together. These, he immediately dismissed.
From the corner of his eye he saw movement. She hadn’t been there a minute earlier, but glancing to his right, he saw a short chubby girl sitting three seats away. Her long blonde hair was uncombed and she wore a tattered dress.
Norman noticed the little girl wasn’t looking at the screen. Rather she was staring at the large tub of popcorn he held on his lap. Never passing on an unexpected opportunity, he pushed the popcorn container toward the tiny stranger.
“Would you like some popcorn, honey?” he asked with a friendly tone.
Cautiously, the young girl’s small fingers gathered a few pieces. An innocent smile creased her face.
“Take more,” Norman encouraged. Patting the seat next to him, he whispered, “If you moved here, we can share it.”
Hesitantly, the young girl crept toward him. Sitting in the seat, her eye again focused on the tub of movie treats.
Norman moved the popcorn container to her lap. The tip of his finger lightly touching the warm flesh of her left leg. “My name’s Norman,” he whispered. “What’s yours?” He could see her yellow dress was wrinkled and smudged with dirt.
The girl’s face, just below his shoulder, turned upward. “Betty,” she shyly replied. “It was my grandma’s name.”
Norman grinned. ‘This one,’ he told himself, ‘was going to be easy!’
Betty never looked at the movie screen. Her focus remained on the dwindling popcorn.
Norman leaned close to her ear. “Honey, when’s the last time you ate… a meal?
The small girl shrugged.
“Would you like to leave? We can get something to eat. Would you like that?” Norman knew he had more than just a meal in mind for Betty.
“I can’t,” she replied, “pay… no money.”
Norman smiled at the sweet little one. He knew she’d be paying, for the meal.
Assuring her, it was fine, the two left the movie. Moments later, as they sat in his car, he asked, “Do you live nearby?”
Betty shook her head. “No. I ran away.”
Norman looked at her torn dress and dirty face. “How old are you, Betty?”
“I’m… 14,” she replied, “that’s old enough.”
Norman’s cock grew hard inside his jeans. The slightly overweight girl had no money and no place to sleep.
She was short for 14, but her body looked delicious. He’d noticed her round ass cheeks pressing against the fabric of her dress as they’d left the movie. Her tits were large enough for a bra, however, she wasn’t wearing one. Her nipples were visible under the thin dress.
“Betty,” Norman offered with his best grandfatherly tone, “I have an extra bedroom. It’s where my granddaughter sleeps when she visits. If you want to stay a few nights, you can. I’d enjoy having someone to… talk to.”
A quivering smile slowly spread across her face. “You won’t… hurt me, will you?”
Norman was shocked by her question. He knew there was more to her situation than he’d originals suspected. “No, Honey!” he quickly replied. “Why would you think I’d hurt you?”
“Daddy,” she softly acknowledged, “he… hurt me.”
Norman’s right arm extended around her back, his hand against her right shoulder. Pulling her plump body next to his, he caressed her shaking frame. “Betty,” he promised, “I won’t hurt you.”
The old man was telling the truth. He’d never hurt her, but he hadn’t promised he wouldn’t molest her. She was going to be spending a few days with him, maybe more. He had time to groom her, help her to understand how her perfect body could please him… please men.
After a good meal, Norman handed Betty his house robe. “How about a nice long bubble bath,” he asked.
Thirty minutes later, Norman followed Betty to the spare bedroom. Her yellow dress and dirty panties lay on the floor. “Honey, I don’t have any PJs that will fit you. But you can sleep naked and I’ll wash your clothes. Tomorrow we’ll buy you some new ones.”
The little girl’s eyes twinkled with excitement. “Really, new clothes?”
“Sure, honey,” Norman confirmed, knowing buying things for innocent girls was an easy way to manipulate them. “You get under the covers while I gather up your dress and dirty panties.”
Norman saw her pink panties laying on the floor. He knew, behind him, she was naked under the sheet. Lifting the small cloth, they fell open. The patch which had been against her pussy lay on his fingertips. He turned, looking into her trusting blue eyes, as he slowly raised the panties to his nose. Inhaling deeply, he moaned, “Wonderful. Betty, you smell… so nice.”
Remaining silent for several second, the small girl finally asked, “You… like… how I… smell? Daddy always calls me a… pig.”
“Oh No, precious,” Norman quickly objected. “You smell like an angel, and you look… beautiful.”
Betty’s eyes twinkled. “I’m fat!” she exclaimed. “Boys… men didn’t like girls who look like me.”
Norman knelt next the bed’s edge, his left hand lay gently on the sheet, over Betty’s stomach. Curling his palm slightly, he caressed her small tummy roll. “Honey, you’re lovely. I’d like to…” he paused, letting the girl think he was too shy to continue.
“To… what?” she asked, encouraging the nice man to tell her more. Her daddy had never called her “beautiful,” or “lovely.”
Moving his right hand to Betty’s face, his thumb tenderly rubbed her cheek. His left moved up her chubby side, then slid under the sheet. His fingertips gliding over her soft flabby left breast.
“Honey,” he said, as if ashamed to tell her, “I’d like to… make love to you.”
The girl’s eyes instantly filled with fear. “You promised… you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Betty,” Norman quickly confirmed, “I don’t… won’t hurt you. If it hurts, you tell me to stop.”
Betty lay motionless. The man’s hand on her face was nice. Her daddy never touched her like this. His hand on her breast, the way he was massaging her soft tit, she’d never imagined it could feel this wonderful.
“I tell… beg daddy to stop. But he doesn’t.” She looked into Norman’s eyes, asking, “You promise… you’ll stop?”
Norman nodded. He knew he’d have to be gentle this time. It was all just part of the process. Soon, he’d convince Betty, what he wanted to do to her was actually her idea. Little girls were always easy to groom.
Cautiously pulling the sheet from over her adorable tits and chunky tummy, he removed it from her bed. Standing next to her, Norman dropped his jeans and underwear to the floor. His hard 6” shaft bobbed a few feet from her face. The head glistened with his oozing precum.
“That’s bigger,” she hesitantly confessed, “than daddy’s. But he puts… things that big into me.”
‘Things,’ Norman wondered, hearing Betty’s statement. “You mean dildos?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged, her lovely tits wiggling above her young body. “He just does it. He won’t stop when he has them in me.”
Norman’s mind raced. Betty had said, “has… THEM in me.” Obviously her daddy shoves more than one in her body at the same time. “I see,” he confirmed, kneeling on the edge of the bed. “He puts one in your butt, too?”
Betty’s face lay just under his oozing cock’s head. “I know that’s nasty,” she said softly. “I didn’t want you to know about that. I didn’t mean to say that.”
Norman smiled tenderly at the girl’s chubby face and innocent eyes. “It’s fine, Sweetie. I’m glad you told me. Does he let you suck his cock?”
“He… makes me gag,” Betty replied. “I don’t like that.”
Norman pushed a second pillow under the girl’s head and shoulders. Swinging his left leg over her chest, his ass cheeks pressed down on her young tits. Easing the shaft’s oozing tip to her lips, he exclaimed, “I won’t gag you, Sweetie. Just do what you want to do.”
“Really?” she asked. “When you put it in my mouth… you won’t gag me?”
Norma pushed the head of his cock to her lips. Sliding into her partially open mouth, he whispered, “No, honey.”
Caressing the sides of her face, he pushed the shaft 2” into her mouth. “Ummmm, Betty,” he moaned, “that’s soooo gooooood.”
The corners of Betty’s mouth stretch wide in a peculiar grin.
Norman looked into her blue eyes as his cock eased… almost lovingly… between her lips. “See Sweetie,” he reiterated, as his precum flowed down her small tongue, “I won’t hurt you.”
Betty’s lips tightened around his shaft as her body began to relax. She’d never known such tenderness. Cautiously her arms, which had laid partially penned at her sides, raised. Her elbow bent around his thighs, her fingers extending toward the exposed portion of his cock which remained outside her lips.
Norman, wanted to drive his molesting pole down the little girl’s throat. He wanted to feel his balls on her chin. He wanted to slide his asshole from over his tits, sitting it directly over her mouth. He wanted her tiny tongue to probe his dark hole. But he knew, before any of that could happen, he had to be patient.
Holding her right hand in his left, Norman’s grip gently tightened. Wrapping her thumb and index finger around his shaft, he… taught Betty how to pull his precum from inside the molesting probe.
Sliding her hand forward, he asked, “Honey, can you taste my warm liquid?”
“Um Hum,” she grunted, her lips still encircling his thick meat.
“I’m glad, Sweetie,” he confirmed, enjoying her warm mouth for a few more strokes. Holding her face, he withdrew his hard shaft from her lips. Sliding his knees down the sheet, he kept his eyes locked onto her. “Betty, I need to be inside you. I need to lay on top of you.”
Pushing her short chubby legs apart, he knelt between her knees.
“That’s how daddy hurts me,” she quickly said, a tear spilling from the corner of her eye. “Please… I don’t want to be hurt.”
Norman leaned forward, his elbows next to her shoulders. His broad chest hung above her face. “Betty, I promised I wouldn’t hurt you.” Lowering his hips, his shaft’s tip found her warm wet pussy lips. Sucking his cock had aroused her.
With a slow tender push, his thick probe disappeared into the little girl’s cunt. He watched her eyes as his shaft dropped deeper. He saw fear, but no pain. When his balls lay against her soft ass cheeks, he paused. “Are you OK, Betty?” he asked with fake concern.
“You didn’t… hurt me,” she replied. “You’re nice.”
Norman’s hips rocked forward and back, pushed his thick meat into her small hole. His palms cupped the top of her head, as he increased his thrusts. Her slick wall spasms massaged his cock as it drove into her willing body.
A minute passed as the sweet victim lay helpless… willingly under his perverted assault.
Norman knew, fucking the little girl this slow and with this much tenderness, he could last… forever.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Betty inexpertly groaned. Her hands hugging his back, pulling his chest to her face. “Iiiiii’m dooooing it.”
Norman’s cock, which had been enjoying the sweet cunt, was instantly surrounded by a pool of hot little-girl cum. Betty was cumming on his cock!
Norman had never been concerned with whether or not the girl had an orgasm.
This time, however, it was different. This time…
“Ummmmm,” Norman moaned, his cock throbbing deep between Betty’s tender pussy lips. His perverted, malevolent, thick white goo erupted. With a single shove, the base of his cock forced its way into her tender tiny hole.
He was cumming as Betty was cumming. This was the first time it’d ever happened. Their cum mingled in her adorable plump pussy.
A minute later, Betty’s cunt still quivered, her warm slick walls still massaged Norman’s shrinking limp shaft. “You didn’t… hurt me. I didn’t know it would be so… wonderful.”
Norman kissed the top of the little girl’s head, his hips moving his limp meat inside her cum-filled cunt. “You want to stay with me for a while? Maybe we can do this again?”
Betty’s hands slid up and down his sides. “OK. But please don’t call me a… pig.”
Norman agreed. He wouldn’t call her a “pig.” At least, not yet.
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