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   Story: Betsy (Mg,cons, extreme-pedo) (1/   
   29 May 06 12:04:32   
   
   Story: Betsy (Mg,cons, extreme-pedo)   
    >   
    > Written by bobandcarole   
    >   
    > Betsy had a problem.  She was in love.  For the very first time in her   
    > young life.  She was totally captivated by the older man, George.   He   
    > usually laughed at her clumsy attempts to show him she loved him.  He   
    > often told her he was just too old for her, and she'd grow up and find   
    > another boyfriend.  Betsy did not want another boyfriend, she wanted   
    > George, and she made up her mind to have him.  She seemed to   
   instinctively   
    > know what to do.  She'd never been taught about sex or sexuality, never   
    > seen much more than kissing and under the sheet action on tv, but she   
    > seemed to just KNOW what to do to capture a man's attention, and she   
    > wanted George's attention.   
    >   
    > Betsy was only 8 years old, George is 48, but Betsy wanted him.  She   
    > dreamed of him.  She made him cards in school, addressed them to "Uncle   
    > George".  It was in the summer that she decided she had to make him like   
    > her.  She was in the pool one day in her little two piece suit.  George   
    > was visiting her dad that day and was reading beside the pool.  She got   
    > out of the pool  and  all wet, went to sit in George's lap.  He chuckled   
    > as she got him all wet, but it turned to a moan when she wiggled her wet   
    > little ass against his crotch.  He tried to remove her from his lap but   
    > she put her arms around his neck and hugged him, held on tight, all the   
    > while wiggling in his lap.  She giggled as he told her to stop, and told   
    > him, "no".  George stood just to get her off his lap and she hung   
   onto his   
    > neck.  Finally she let go and slid down his body, her wet little body   
    > grazing every inch of his.   
    >   
    > George was not into "little girls" and stood back from her and told   
   her to   
    > go play.  Betsy smiled and shrugged and jumped back into the pool. She   
    > spent the afternoon watching him as he sat there reading.   
    >   
    > George found himself wondering at her play.  She did seem to know   
   what to   
    > do, how to move in his lap, and he found him self watching her in the   
   pool   
    > whenever she wasn't looking.  She was a cute little thing, curly dark   
    > hair, big green eyes, and even at 8 she had shapley little legs. He   
   could   
    > see her mound as the wet suit clung to it and he felt his cock harden.   
    > Christ!  What the hell was he thinking?  She is only 8 years old!   
   and his   
    > best friends, Jim and Carol's, daughter.  With a groan he got up and   
   went   
    > into the house.   
    >   
    > Summer went on and every chance she got Betsy cuddled up to George. Her   
    > parents thought it was cute, her crush on this older man.  George   
   couldn't   
    > bring himself to tell them that their cute little daughter was trying to   
    > seduce him.  They probably wouldn't believe him anyway. Strange thing   
   was   
    > George began coming over more often, and didn't put Betsy away from him   
    > quite so quickly....   
    >   
    > He was babysitting for her one day when she climbed up on him.  She   
    > straddled his thigh and began to "ride horsey" as she had done since she   
    > was a baby.  As he had always done, George grabbed her sides and   
   steadied   
    > her so she wouldn't fall.  She giggled and began to move. There was no   
    > mistaking it, she was rubbing her little girl pussy against his leg and   
    > she was ENJOYING the feeling in a much different way than when she was   
    > younger...or so George thought.  He didn't know Betsy had been enjoying   
    > the feelings in her little pussy since she was a baby in his lap, or on   
    > his leg....   
    >   
    > He held her and this time he let her ride his thigh....she rode it,   
    > wiggled and rubbed herself on his thigh and he watched her face.  She   
    > stared into his eyes.  He saw her chest rise faster, her breath come   
    > harder, deeper, felt her body tense...and then suddenly she moaned.  A   
    > moan of purest pleasure, the kind of moan that comes from a woman well   
    > satisfied.......Betsy only knew that her little pee pee felt sooooo good   
    > when she rubbed it on George....George's cock responded instantly to   
   rigid   
    > hardness.  His entire being was very aware of the little 8 year old girl   
    > who'd just masturbated upon his thigh.    He found himself leaning   
   towards   
    > her and then his lips were upon hers, and he was kissing her, holding   
   her   
    > tightly to his chest.  Betsy was in heaven!  She snuggled closer,   
   felt his   
    > hardness and instinctively, rubbed against it. George moaned deep in his   
    > chest and she felt movement in his lap. Betsy didn't know what   
   "cumming "   
    > was but he had just shot his load in his pants.....   
    >   
    > He released her and told her, "Betsy, wait right here for me.  I want to   
    > talk to you." then left the room.  When he returned a minute later he   
    > looked more composed and sat down.  He stood her before him and told   
   her,   
    > "Betsy, you shouldn't do those things with me. You don't know what   
   you are   
    > doing.  I should not have hugged and kissed you like that, and I am   
    > sorry."  Betsy stuck out her bottom lip in a pout and said, "but I love   
    > you George and it makes me feel good to sit in your lap, or on your   
   thigh.   
    > Don't you love me too?"   
    >   
    > George groaned and replied, "of course I love you, but we shouldn't do   
    > those things.  It's not right and I could get into real trouble, even go   
    > to jail if anyone ever saw it or knew it. You have to understand, other   
    > people would never understand this."  Betsy kicked the floor and told   
   him,   
    > "I would NEVER tell anyone, and I won't ever let anyone see. Please   
    > George, I love you so much!"  And she threw her arms around his neck.   
    >   
    > George held her and he broke down in that moment and realized he really   
    > did love and more, he WANTED this small girl as his lover.  He told her,   
    > "Ok, honey, ok....but there is much more to loving someone than the   
   little   
    > games you play with me.  Much more.  You may not want to learn it,   
   may not   
    > like it even."  Betsy looked him square in the eyes and told him, "I   
   will   
    > LOVE anything with you George, teach me to love you!"   
    >   
    > George was a lost man from that moment on.  He used every excuse to be   
    > alone with Betsy.  He started slowly, slipping his hand between her   
   legs,   
    > feeling her little cotton panties, stroking her slit through them. He   
   made   
    > her cum many times by that simple light touch.  He explained the feeling   
    > she got when he touched her was called "orgasm, or cumming" and she   
    > giggled and told him she liked cumming best.  He taught her to grip him   
    > through his pants, to move her hand and jack him off, make him cum in   
   his   
    > pants...she had yet to see his cock, or him her tight little pussy.   
    >   
    > When her parents wanted to go on vacation she threw a fuss about it, she   
    > didn't want to go and leave her friends.  Her parents decided she didn't   
      
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