The Majestic - Sex Stories

The Majestic

... touched and she had a clear view of the straining bulge in his slacks. "Don't be afraid," the handsome man said in a soft voice. "You and I can have a lot of fun together. I can show you things that you never knew about before." His fingers tightened around her wrist as he stared at her near naked body. Betsy was shiver-ing. It was caused by the excitement and the delicious feeling of fear and anticipation that raced along her nerves. The man had positioned her far back on his lap. The nervous little girl's back was pressed against his chest and, what was shocking, she could feel his stiffening, bulging sexual member pressing up against the thin seat of her panties! "Mr. Simpson? I . . . I don't think . . ." Betsy didn't have a chance to finish her meek protest. The handsome man hugged her close and began to whisper in her ear. Each word that Newton spoke to Betsy calmed and settled the nervous little girl. "Shhhh, Betsy. There's nothing to be afraid of! I won't hurt you. All I want to do is make you feel good." The nearly naked pre-teener shivered, but didn't try to struggle, even when the man's warm hands moved to her bare shoulders, then down. He used a slow, circular movement and with each circle that his hands made over her flesh they dropped lower. "Haven't you ever let some nice boy do this for you?" the man asked. His voice was deep and husky. "You're such a pretty little thing. Hasn't someone ever put their hands here and squeezed you?" Betsy gasped and stiffened. ...

... Mr. Simpson's warm, soft palms were completely covering the firm little melons of her budding breasts and their pressure felt SO nice! "Tell me, honey," the man persisted. "Haven't you taken your clothes off for some other man or some kid and let them have you?" Betsy wiggled uncomfortably, she didn't want to tell the man about Dickie. Besides, he didn't really count. "No, I never did this before." It wasn't really a lie. She'd never sat on a man's lap while he kissed her slender neck and gently squeezed and played with her small breasts like this before! "I'm glad that I'm the first," Newton sighed. As the man spoke, one of his warm hands dropped away from Betsy's hard little breast and began to creep down over her flat belly. The man used one hand, moving from one sharp nipple to the other. Each time that he pinched and gently pulled at one, Betsy would sigh and wiggle a little against his bone hard erection. "I can show you some ways to make you feel good, honey. I can show you some tricks that you won't believe!" He sounded excited, too. Betsy made a soft moaning sound when his fingers reached the elastic waistband of her panties and dipped underneath. "Do you play with yourself, sometimes? Do you put your fingers in your tight little pussy, baby?" Betsy felt herself blushing furiously. She wiggled uncomfort-ably as she nodded. "Yes," the pretty little brunette whispered. "Last year a girl in my class showed me how to do it. My mother says that it's not a nice thing to do . ...