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This is a work of complete fiction. It just popped into my brain so I wrote it down and share it for free and make no money off of it. No one under legal age may read this, if you know what's good for you. No one over legal age should read this for the same reason. All characters used in this story are a parody of any real or fictional person. I do not own It or the characters from it. Comments are always welcome and appreciated so you should feel free to share.

There is no plot here, just porn. If you want the plot go see the movie.

Story Code: M/f, Blackmail, Teen (minor)

The Deleted Scene: It (2017)
By Muhabba

     “What was that?” Mr. Keen asked as his head popped back up from behind the counter.

     Beverly panicked and shoved the small box of cigarettes into her pocket and hoped the pharmacist didn't notice that they'd disappeared from the countertop.

     Mr. Keen adjusted his glasses and looked towards the front of the store. “Hold on a minute,” he told the young girl before stepping out from behind the service counter. He walked toward the front of his store and noticed several small boxes of supplies were on the floor. He looked around for the three boys that had been here a moment before and then noticed one of the shelves had some empty spots in it.

     Beverly’s heart sank as Mr. Keen looked from the shelves to her with a stern look of disapproval on his face.

     “Is there something you want to tell me, Miss Marsh?” he said as he slowly crossed his arms in front of his chest.

     “I… I… I…” Beverly mumbled, her eyes going wide in fear. She knew she was caught. She watched as the pharmacist turned around and stepped towards the front doors and locked them. He then flipped the "Closed" sign and began walking slowly toward her.

     “I… I didn't…” she stuttered as Mr. Keen stalked towards her.

     "I take it those boys were friends of yours," he said with a sneer. "And what's this," he asked with a smile that didn't reach his eyes as he slid his hand out and cupped the bulge in the young girl's hip pocket. "I've heard stories about you, Miss Marsh. Oh yes, I have," he said, his voice slowly becoming a breathless groan as he left his hand on the red-haired girl's slender hip.

     “I don't… I didn't…” Beverly stammered. She’d been caught by her father before and she knew what could happen.

     Mr. Keen slid his hands up from the girl's hip to her side, his thumb slipping over the slight bulge of her still-developing breast and then over her shoulder. "It sure would be a shame if I had to call the police," he said with a wicked smile as he caressed Beverly's shoulder. "You don't want me to call the police, do you Miss Marsh?" he asked.

     Beverly tried to swallow the knot of fear in her throat before shaking her head no. The older man’s fingers rippled along the bare skin of her shoulder while this thumb slipped under the straps of her shirt and bra.

     "Then why don't you come over here with me," Mr. Keen said as he slowly pushed the frightened girl back towards the counter. She walked backward until her back hit the counter and then he pushed her to the side and around so that no one passing by the glass storefront could see them.

     Beverly frantically looked around the store but she was completely alone with Mr. Keen. He led her to the back of the store as far away from the glass storefront as he could get before stopping and turning her back around to face him. She stared at her feet trying not to look at the old man but he hooked a finger under her chin and lifted her face up.

     Mr. Keen took his glasses off and placed them on the frightened schoolgirl. "My little Lois Lane," he cooed as he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed the girl down to her knees. "I think you know what to do, Miss Marsh."

     Beverly obediently nodded her head. The problem was, because of her father, she knew exactly what she was supposed to do. She raised her hands up and slowly pulled down the zipper of Mr. Keen's slacks so that she could reach inside. She pulled out his soft penis and he groaned above her as she touched him. She gently tugged on him a few times before unceremoniously putting him into her mouth. She sucked on the soft tube of meat, her cheeks hollowing as she massaged him with her warm, moist tongue. Slowly he started to harden.

     The pharmacist groaned out again and stroked her head as he slowly began filling her mouth. When he was long enough she circled his base with her thumb and finger and began tugging on him as she began bobbing her head back and forth. Her pink lips met her fingers and she pulled back, running her tongue along the big vein underneath his shaft. When her lips met his tip she circled the spongy head with her tongue before swallowing again, her lips meeting her fingers.

     Mr. Keen ran his fingers through the young girl’s lovely hair. “Look up at me, sweetheart," he said as he lightly gripped the sides of her head. She immediately complied and he smiled down at her wearing his glasses with his prick in her warm, moist mouth. He began rocking his hips, fucking her beautiful face as she stared at him, his smiling face reflected in his glasses.

     With Mr. Keen fully erect, Beverly could get her entire fist around the base of his shaft as she sucked him. She fought back tears at shame having years of experience at it because of her father. She rippled her fingers around his length as she tugged on him, her tongue massaging him with every stroke and circling his tip. He wasn't as rough as her father which was a small comfort as he fucked her mouth. She moved her head to the side letting his sensitive tip rub along her cheek and then the roof of her mouth. He moaned in appreciation above her as she tried her best to please him so he wouldn't call the police.

     Beverly left the top of the pharmacist’s dick in her mouth and took a deep breath through her nose. She flattened her hand against his pelvis and drove forward, swallowing most of his length and letting his spongy tip into her throat. She swallowed around him, massaging him with her throat and tongue before pulling back and, after taking another deep breath, pushing forward again. She held him inside her longer, swallowing and massaging him, before pulling back again before she could gag.

     “Jesusss…" Mr. Keen gasped as the talented young girl deep-throated him. Not even his daughter had been able to do that yet. He began fucking the girl's beautiful face again, plunging himself deeper into her mouth and throat and groaning as she began humming around his meat. "Sweet Jesus," he gasped as he enthusiastically shoved his cock in and out of the young girl.

     Holding herself steady and letting Me. Keen fuck her mouth, Beverly found the older man easier to please than her father. The pharmacist's wrinkled balls slapped wetly against her chin and small dribbles of drool began collecting at the corners of her pink, stretched lips. She continued humming around him, both of her hands sitting demurely and still in her lap as she let him entertain himself.

     Mr. Keen knew he would last much longer so he pulled his prick out of the girl’s mouth with a lewd pop, never breaking eye contact with her. “Stand up and lean against the counter,” he said hurriedly as he began unbuckling his pants.

     Nodding her head obediently, Beverly stood up and faced the counter. Without being asked she unfastened her shorts and pulled them down her slender thighs. She pulled her panties down next and then braced her arms on the counter, thrusting her little ass back and then waiting patiently for what would come next. From where she was she could see out of the front of the store at the people passing by. Any one of them could look inside and her behind the counter but would any of them help her? For some reason she doubted it.

     The older pharmacist, with his pants and underwear down around his ankles, took a moment to admire Beverly’s little heart-shaped ass. It was pale and plump, and as he ran his hands over her warm flesh, so soft and smooth. Mr. Keen nearly giggled in fiendish delight as he squeezed the young girl’s little ass. He slipped his fingers between her cheeks and over her puckered little asshole before dipping lower to her pink little pussy. She was hairless and he groaned in lust as he softly stroked her. She was also dry but he was surrounded by things that could fix that for him.

     Beverly tried her best not to cry out in disgust as the old man fondled her most private places. His hands were soft and he used a gentle touch to caress her so she was at least thankful for that. His fingers slid over and back across her vagina and she clenched her teeth to stop herself from crying out. From her experience, it was best just to remain quiet and let them do their business as quickly as possible.

     Running his hands up the girl's body, Mr. Keen slipped beneath her shirt and cupped her small breasts. He ran his fingers over where her nipples were beneath the cups of her bra and once again had to resist the urge to giggle. He lifted her shirt, bunching it up beneath her arms, and pulled her bra down freeing her small, developing tits. He squeezed them playfully, pinching her nipples to full hardness before running his palms over them. Beneath him, the little girl didn't make a sound and he didn't notice her not making a sound. All he cared about was the young, smooth flesh in his hands as he caressed the rest of her soft body.

     When Mr. Keen stopped fondling her, Beverly sighed in relief before hearing him moving things around behind her. She heard him grunt and then shuffle up behind her again as she struggled not to turn around and see what he was doing. Sometimes not knowing what was coming next was better.

     With the tube of Vaseline in one hand, Mr. Keen stroked himself with the other. He squirted the lubricant into his shaft and smeared it around his throbbing shaft with a maniacal smile on his face. He slipped his fingers between the girl’s coltish legs and heard her grunt as he slipped a finger into her tight, hairless little pussy. When he didn't feel a hymen he smiled wider in satisfaction that the stories he’d heard about the young girl seemed to be true. Adding more Vaseline he slipped a second finger inside of the girl, sawing them in and out of her pink pussy.

     Beverly tried not to retch at the feel of the slimy mess filling her. She didn't know what it was but it felt gross as she let Mr. Keen slip inside of her. He slid in and out of her easily and she found herself a little bit grateful that at least what was coming next wouldn’t hurt.

     Pulling his fingers out of the schoolgirl, Mr. Keen cleaned his hand off with a nearby rag. He giggled a bit as he stepped up behind Beverly’s shapely rear-end and rubbed himself against her slick pussy lips. He heard her gasp out and it just turned him on more. Holding the base of his prick with one hand he grabbed the girl’s slender hip with the other and pushed himself forward.

     Biting back tears, Beverly’s hands balled into fists as Mr. Keen slowly shoved his way inside of her. Thanks to whatever the slimy stuff was and the old man taking his time there wasn't much pain. At least not physically. She had known the old man for most of her life, and sure he was a creep, but this was something different from just leering at her. He rocked his hips back and forth to help him ease his way into her body and she shivered with disgust. Fifty feet away she could see people strolling past the window and not a single person stopped and looked in. All it took was one person to see her and stop what was happening but they just kept on walking by leaving her alone in the middle of a crowded town.

     Mr. Keen groaned in pleasure as the young girl slowly parted around him. He held her firmly by her hips and rocked himself back and forth into her fresh young body. Her tight little pussy gripped him like a fist as he pushed himself slowly back and forth, rocking the girl to and fro with every short thrust. He slid his hands up and gripped her supple tits, her hard nipples tickling his palms as he used them as a handhold, pulling her body back against him. When he had the last inch of himself buried inside of her he held her possessively to his hips relishing the feel of her body wrapped around him.

     Quiet tears rolled down Beverly’s face as the pharmacist penetrated her. Outside she could see people she recognized walking past her, leaving her alone with Mr. Keen. He held himself still and she was thankful that he was finished shoving himself inside of her and giving her time to get used to the feel of him but she also wanted him to hurry up and finish. Her jaw was straining with the effort to remain silent, her teeth grinding together as he held her against him.

     He pulled himself out of Beverly a bare inch before sliding back inside of her and groaning in pleasure. She was just so tight! He began fucking her slowly and deeply, enjoying the feel of his prick slipping and sliding inside of her tightly clutching pussy. As he rocked against her she rocked back and forth between him and the counter and he was sure that the young girl could hear his old hips popping as he fucked her but it was worth it. He fondled her small tits as he shoved himself in and out of her, his balls swinging freely below them both as he began using longer strokes but still moving slowly, enjoying every inch of her.

     "Oh, oh, oh…" the old pharmacist grunted with each thrust inside of the redhead child. He refused to release his grip on Beverly's small, firm tits and his back was aching with him arched over her. But it was worth it. He pulled out until just the tip of him remained inside of the girl before sliding slowly back in. His long, sure strokes had him wheezing above her as sweat rolled down his face and he continued pumping into her relentlessly. She was a quiet one but he didn't care, this was all about him. If she was going to steal from him he was going to get something out of it and maybe when he was done he’d even offer her a lollipop as a reward for being such a good girl.

     Beverly bit her bottom lip to try and keep herself from crying out as she was rocked back and forth. Her eyes were closed and she refused to look out of the window any longer. There was no help coming for her and she was stuck here until Mr. Keen was done with her so why torture herself about it? It was always better just to keep quiet and let them finish.

     “Ah, ah, ah…” Mr. Keen grunted as his heart jack-hammered away in his chest. As he plunged in and out of the girl he could feel his balls boiling and knew that he was about to cum. He thrust inside of her quick and violent one last time, holding himself still as he erupted. He filled the little criminal’s tight little pussy with his thick seed as he groaned above her. He kept a firm hold of her little tits until he was finished and even held himself still as he softened, just enjoying the feel of her young body. He groaned in contentment before pulling his prick out of Beverly’s slippery cunt.

     Mr. Keen gave the girl a little pay on her head and another on her tight little ass before starting to pull his pants and underwear back up. “Good girl,” he told her as he began stuffing himself back into his underwear, “Why don’t you go pick out a sucker before you head home.

The End.
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