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Synopsis: Becky playfully explores her sexuality with the help of her brother,
mother, friends, and enemies.
Betty

(Chap1)



School was out for the summer, so Betty was on her

own while her mother worked.  It was stifling hot

and humid, but the trailer air conditioning had

busted, so Betty stayed outside.  That was boring,

and she hated the sun.  Betty was a blonde, like her

mother, and she never managed to get a good

enough tan to stop getting sunburned.  Her eyes

were icy blue, and her eyebrows were blonde, too.

Since she wasn't allowed to wear make-up to

school, from a distance her face looked like that of

an unpainted manikin.  Some of the girls called her

"Egg".  In the summer, she had to keep covered,

and that just made the heat and humidity worse.



A mile or so away, there was the Green River and a

pleasant woods.  She decided to wander over that

way, not to swim or anything, just to have

something to do and find some shade in the woods.

The shortest way would take her across  an

abandoned farm, a field grown up with shoulder-

high shrubs and young trees, fighting their way up

through the grass.  It was a long, hot walk, and she

picked her way carefully between thickets of thorns

and nettles and other obnoxious weeds.



As she came to the edge of the field, she could see

the pine trees and, between the trunks, the river.

She wasn't sure exactly where she was, but there

was an old, tumbled down barn off to the right, and

the railroad, she knew, was somewhere to the left.

She stepped out into the woods, tall pines and a

carpet of pine needles, but then she stopped.  She

had been drinking a lot of water before she left, and

she had to pee.  In fact, she decided, she probably

had to do number two, too.  She looked around and

saw no one.  She figured that, if she stayed in

among the bushes at the edge of the former field, no

one could see her.  Who was there, except for

possibly someone in a boat or a tube on the river?



She took stock of the situation.  She had a bit of

Kleenex in her pocket.  That would do for toilet

paper.  Carefully, she took off her canvas shoes, so

she could take off her low-cut  jeans.  Then she slid

her skimpy low-cut panties down her legs and off

over her feet, one at a time.  She couldn't sit, and

she didn't want to risk soiling her clothes.  Her

long-sleeve shirt was no problem as, in order to

have her navel fashionably displayed, she had

hacked it off well above her waist.  She stepped

back into the tall grass between the bushes and

squatted, feeling the grass prickly against her thighs

and buttocks.  The urine ran into the grass quickly

and easily, but the number two was going to take

longer.  She remained squatting and waited.  The

sun was hot, and the insects whined in the heat.

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the job at

hand, pleased that she could feel her poop

squeezing out, pretty much in one piece.

When it seemed that all had fallen into the grass,

she wiped with the Kleenex,  opened her eyes, stood

up, and stepped forward to recover her clothes.



To her surprise, her shoes and panties and jeans

were gone!  She looked around, and there was

Richard Preston, standing there with her clothes in

his hands.  And Todd Johnson, and her cousin,

Jimmy, and, my goodness, her brother, Rob.  One

hand went to cover her privates, and the other

reached out.  "Give me my clothes, now!"



"Betty?  You have a problem?" said Richard.



"Give me my clothes."



"No."  Betty lunged for Richard, but he stepped

away, and Todd tripped Betty.  She fell heavily in

the grass.  As she rolled over and sat up, Todd sat

on her legs, so she could not get to her feet.  She put

both hands down there to conceal her privates,

wishing she had not cut off the shirt tails.  "Betty,"

continued Richard, "You look all hot and sweaty.

I'll bet that you were going down to the river to

have a swim, and that's why you were undressing.

Well, carry on."



"You know I'd never go skinny dipping if you were

around.  Where did you come from, anyway?"



"We use that old barn as a kind of club house.  You

weren't planning on going swimming?"



"No."



"Well, come along with us."



"No."



"If you want your clothes back, come along with

us."  The boys went along the edge of the woods

toward the old barn.  Betty followed, stepping

carefully, for she was barefoot, and keeping both

hands between her legs.  When they arrived,

Richard said, "Well, come on, come in."  She had

no choice but to step into the barn; they had her

clothes.  There was hay on the floor, so it was soft

under foot, and enough sunlight came in through

gaps in the siding, missing boards, that it wasn't at

all dark.  She smelled cigarette smoke; they'd been

smoking in the barn.



Betty turned toward her brother.  "Rob, make him

give me back my clothes."  Rob was a year older

than she.  He should protect his little sister.



"Hey, Richard's bigger than me.  I can't make him

do anything."



Betty sized up her prospects for escape.  They

weren't good.  There were four boys, and any one

of them could run faster than she could.  And even

if she did get away, she couldn't just walk home

half naked.  Her cousin, Jimmy, circled around

behind her, and she tried to clench her ass cheeks,

so he wouldn't get an eyeful.



"Betty," said Richard, "you've shown us a lot of

your body.  Now, if you please, take off your shirt."

She shook her head violently.  "Jimmy, go get some

nettles."



"Why nettles?" said Betty, worried that she knew

why.



"Because if you don't do as I say, I plan to whup

yo' ass with those nettles.  Now take off your shirt."

Betty kept one hand over her crotch as she

unbuttoned with the other, and then she got one side

off her shoulder and down her arm.  Switching

hands, she worked on the other sleeve, and, finally,

she let the shirt fall to the hay.  All she had on was

her simple cotton training bra. 



"Take off the bra, Betty."  Again she shook her

head, but by then Jimmy was back.  "Give me one

of those nettles, Jimmy."



"No, I'll take it off."  She tried, with one hand, to

release the hooks in back.  Jimmy put the rest of the

nettles down on a hay bale and went to help her.



"No, Jimmy, let her take it off herself."



"But I'll need both hands," she whined.



"Use them, then."  As quickly as she could, Betty

reached back with both hands, unhooked the bra,

and shrugged it off.  Then she covered her breasts

with one arm and put her other hand back over her

sex.  "Now, put your hands over your head and

move your feet apart."



"No, you'll see everything."



"Of course."  He flipped the end of the nettle as if

he was cracking a whip, and it flicked against her

inner thigh.  Almost instantly, a rash the size of a

playing card appeared on her pale skin. One hand

slid down to scratch the little bumps where the

poison-filled hairs of the nettle had pierced her

tender skin.  "Hands up, Betty.  Do I have to use the

nettle some more?"  She raised her arms over her

head, as if at gunpoint.  "You look so cute when

you are scared.  Legs apart.  Spread 'em, NOW!"

Betty complied, as if doing jumping jacks in Phys.

Ed. class.



The boys, even Rob, examined her closely. She felt

Richard's hot breath on her hair covered mound.  It

wasn't a lot of hair, and it was blonde, kind of

inconspicuous, but it was hers, and she was proud

of it.  Richard stood and held the nettle horizontally

an inch from her breasts.  "You know where I'll use

the nettle next, if you don't do what I say?"  She

nodded, her mouth dry and her heart racing.



Jimmy commented: "She's got cute tit's, don't she?

Little, but nice."  Betty was proud of her tits, too,

which had grown quite a bit in the last year, even

though they were still less than an adult A-cup.



"Jimmy, why don't you lick her little titties, maybe

suck on those cute pink nipples?"  Jimmy instantly

applied his lips to her left breast.



"You are being cruel, Richard," noted Rob.  "She is

my sister, you know."



"Half-sister.  Everyone knows your father could not

have been hers."  Well, given that Rob had brown

eyes and dark hair and skin the color of a paper bag,

he was of that opinion, himself, though it was never

mentioned at home.



Todd, on his own initiative, started in on Betty's  

right breast, squeezing it and licking the erect

nipple.  "What are we going to do with her?" he

said, between slurps.



Jimmy came up for air.  "I say, fuck her."



"No, she's a virgin.  You can't pop her cherry,"

countered  Rob.



"If they're old enough to bleed, they are old enough

to stick," replied Richard.



"She's too young for that," said Rob, even though

her knew his mother wasn't any older than Betty

when he was born.  And then Betty came a year

later, and his mother still wasn't old enough to get a

job or take a drink, legally.  Thank God for

grandparents.  Too bad they were gone now.



Richard reached out and ran his finger along the slit

between Betty's legs, the slit which was quite

accessible, with her legs spread.  Rob said, "Stop

that, Richard.  That's child abuse.  You could go to

jail for that."



"No, none of us can.  We're juveniles.  I'll bet she'd

like it.  I'll bet she lies in bed at night and rubs her

little cunt and wishes some guy was stuffing his

prick into her.  You do, don't you, Betty?  You can

put your hands down, now, so you can rub your

little cunt for us.  Show us how you do it.   You're

getting wet already, aren't you, just thinking about

it.  Go sit on that hay bale and keep your knees wide

apart and show us how you play with yourself."



Betty was sure she was blushing, but Richard was

right; she thought she was getting wet down there.

Carefully, keeping her eye on the boys, she sat on

the hay bale and spread her knees.  Her right hand

went between her parted thighs, not to hide her cleft

but to explore it.  Her index finger slid up and

down, and, yes, she was wet.  Suddenly, she felt

better.  In a way, she was in charge, not Richard.

She was the beautiful blonde sex bomb, who had

the boys in the palm of her hand, had their full

attention.  She fingered herself and watched them

watching her.  She was sure they all had erections.



Time passed, in silence, but for heavy breathing and

the whining noise of insects.  Betty was

experiencing some very pleasant tingles, but that

was all, and when she tried harder, her clit began to

get sore.  "Put your finger in there.  We want to see

you come," demanded Richard.  Betty hesitated,

perhaps to assure herself she was, in fact, in charge

of the situation.  Then she slowly and deliberately

let her middle finger press deeper in between her

labia, lower down, and she moved it around in little

circles.  That felt good, too.



Todd dropped his jeans and stepped out of them,

and then he dropped his boxers.  His prick was tall

and hard.  "I just have to stick this into her, and I

don't see any good reason why I shouldn't."



Rob thought hard for a convincing reason.   "Do

you have a rubber?"



"No."



"You knock her up, you're stuck with child support

for about twenty years.  Who's gonna marry a guy

who's paying child support?"



"Does your mother get child support?"



"No, but in Betty's case, we will all know who the

father is.  Federal law.  She has to name the father,

and they'll garnishee your wages, send you to jail if

you don't pay.  Doesn't matter if they can't prove

rape.  Doesn't matter that you are a juvenile.   With

DNA and all that, you'll be nailed, nailed good."



"I'll pull out before I come."



"Doesn't work, Todd.  You know that.  Too risky."

Rob was pretty convincing, and Betty began to

breathe easier, even as she absent-mindedly moved

her finger tip around in the vestibule of her vagina.



Jimmy, by now, had dropped his pants, too.  He

looked down at his penis, wrapped in his right hand,

and said, "You know, when I went to get the

nettles, I looked again at that turd she dropped.  It

was bigger around than my dick.  If it can come out,

why can't my prick go in?"



Richard replied, "You know, you are right, Jimmy,

boy.  And no chick ever got knocked up by taking it

in the ass.  Only I go first."  Betty had a wild look in

her eyes, and she had stopped fingering herself and

tried, instead, to cover her breasts and vulva.

"Betty, stand at the end of that bale.  Bend over and

put your chin on the hay, and keep your legs apart."



"Richard, your are sick!  No way I'm going to let

you fuck my ass.  I've heard Bettie-Lou Roberts

takes it in the poop chute, but I'm not that kind of

girl."



"Wanna bet?"  The nettle flicked against her other

thigh.



"Ow!" she cried.  Then she stood up, took her

position at the end of the bale, and bent over.

Richard went over to her and squeezed her little

breasts.  "Go on, press 'em up against the hay."

Stiff-legged against the end of the bale, Betty bent

over more,  lowering  her torso  until her nipples

pressed against the hay.  Richard took some binder

twine and tied her hands to the wires that bound the

bale.



"Don't hurt her," said Rob.  Richard ignored him.

Jimmy and Todd stood close and watched intently.

Richard dropped his jeans and briefs, and he got on

his knees, right behind Betty.  He held her hips as

he bent over the crack of her ass, and then he

dropped a big gob of spit right on her rosebud.  He

got to his feet and steered the tip of his huge cock

until it pressed against her anus.



"Please, don't," whimpered Betty.  He leaned

against her, and she made incoherent little noises of

protest, until suddenly his prick was buried in her

ass.  She was gritting her teeth, and there were tears

on her face.  Richard bent over her back, reached

around and grabbed her tits to have something to

pull against, and then he humped her hard, as if she

were a bitch in heat.  The other three boys watched,

fascinated, as Richard's prick plunged in and out of

Betty's clinging hole.  He shuddered and smiled and

slowly pulled out, leaving a string of cum hanging

from her dark hole.



Todd was next.  He had no difficulty getting into

her, and he stroked hard, pressing her tender tits

against the scratchy hay every time he threw

himself against her  buttocks and buried himself in

her.  Then he would half pull out before plunging

again as deep as he could.  Richard didn't even

have his jeans buttoned before Todd pulled out and

spewed his cum over her lower back.  "That's how

they do it in the porno flicks," he said, by way of

explanation.



Betty lay there, her rump in the air, her legs stiff but

splayed apart, her breasts pressed against the hay.

She could not raise her torso, because her hands

were tied, and she could hardly move her ass,

because she could not bend her knees; her knees

were up against the hay bale.  She felt Jimmy

rubbing the tip of his prick up and down her

slippery ass crack, felt him position the tip against

her opening. She tried to relax and breathe deeply

as he slowly pushed into her.  It wasn't painful or

anything.  He seemed a bit tentative about it all, but

then he started thrusting with a good rhythm, and

Todd encouraged him.  Jimmy became vocal: "Oh,

man, that's good.  Oh, man, that's tight.  Shit, this is

gooood."  He picked up the pace.  Betty could feel

her sphincter muscles gripping his shaft, and she

could feel Jimmy pause in mid-stroke, then

continue with a sigh and a grunt, and she actually

felt his jism squirting into her.  Then Jimmy pulled

up his briefs and his jeans.



Richard said, "Bye, Betty.  I'll see you around.

We've gotta do this again some time, right?"  Betty

was still and silent.  "Rob, wait here a few minutes,

before you take your sister home.  No point in

anyone seeing her with a crowd of boys.  They

might get the wrong impression, think she was

easy."  The three boys departed, leaving Rob alone

in the barn with his sister.  He picked up her panties

and mopped up some of the goo, afraid it might

dribble down and get inside her vagina.



"Rob," said Betty softly, "please untie my hands."

He took out his pocket knife and cut the binder

twine.  Betty did not move to get up.  Her legs

stayed splayed, her rump up-thrust.  Her right hand

slithered between her belly and the hay, coming to

rest on her labia.  Her middle finger slipped inside.

"Rob, are you just going to stand there?"



Rob undid the waistband of his jeans, and she heard

the zipper.  She sensed him behind her, as she

fingered herself.  She felt him dilating her anus as

he slowly slid into her.  She thought that this was

her brother, who loved her, and he was going to

help her.  He pushed into her, mashing her buttocks.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"



"No.  I like it.  Keep going, slow."  She felt him

sliding in and out, sometimes all the way out.  "No,

don't stop," she said, as her finger found her clit.

"Oh, yes, keep doing that.  Oh, yes.  Oh, oh, uh, uh,

uh, Oh, Jesus, oh that's... that's...Oh! God! Oh,

God!" she shuddered and collapsed, her knees

giving way for the first time.  "Oh, that was good."



Rob lasted about three seconds longer before he

shot his load into her back passage.  Quickly he

pulled out and wiped his prick with her panties, and

mopped her crack again.  She just lay there across

the hay bale, like a rag doll, for some time, while

Rob got dressed.  "Are you OK, betty?"



"Yes.  Help me up?"



He lifted her shoulders and helped her to stand.  She

turned to face him, inches away.  Then she got up

on tip toe and kissed him on the lips.  He kissed her

back and hugged her naked body to him, until his

hands strayed to her breasts.  She didn't pull away,

as he stroked her and toyed with her erect nipples.

His right hand slid down and discovered her wet

slit.  He figured he's better not linger there. "Let's

get your clothes on you," he said.  He fingered her

sticky panties and threw them up on a pile of hay.

"You'd better not put them on."  He handed her her

bra, but she just stood there, holding it.  He could

smell her sex.  He handed her her jeans, and she

stuffed the little knit bra into a side pocket before

she stepped into them and drew them up.  He could

see her blond pubic hair as she carefully drew the

zipper up, making sure she didn't catch any stray

hairs in the zipper.  He helped her with her shirt.

She sat down on the bale again, to put on her shoes.

When she stood, his eyes measured the distance

from the waistband of her jeans, which he now

realized barely covered her pubic hair, up, over her

exposed navel, to the ragged lower edge of the shirt,

only  inches from the crease of her little breasts.

Her nipples were still erect, and they made little

dimples in the thin cotton-polyester of her shirt.  He

took her hand in his, and she leaned against his

shoulder.  "We'd better go home."



Betty smiled and said, "Some exciting afternoon,

huh?"



(To be continued)
Betty, an education



(Chap 2)





Betty and Rob walked up the gravel road and down

the driveway to their mom's trailer.  Since everyone

had a well and septic tank, the state sanitary code

demanded lots of at least an acre.  The trailer was

set back from the road, almost invisible behind

forsythia and lilac bushes.  It was a long single-

wide, with a family room-kitchen in the middle and

bedrooms and baths at each end.  Betty's room was

a small room next to her mother's, on the right,

sharing a bathroom, while Rob had the room on the

extreme left and what amounted to his own

bathroom.  When they got there, he went left, and

Betty went right.



She peeled out of her jeans and inspected them.

There were no incriminating semen stains, so she

wouldn't have to wash them right away.  She tossed

them and  her bra and shirt in the dirty clothes pile

and went into the bathroom to take a shower.  That

required stepping out into the hall briefly, but Rob

was in his own bathroom and wouldn't see her.  She

felt much better, when she was clean.  As she often

did, she slipped a soapy finger into her cleft and

played a bit and, as always, she enjoyed it but did

not have an orgasm.  She reflected on the beautiful

orgasm she had had in the barn, when Rob fucked

her ass.  It was the best, really the only, full-blown

orgasm she had ever had.  So, her anus was an

erogenous zone.  She took a roll-on deodorant

bottle, which had a domed cap and was roughly

penis shaped.  She put liquid soap on it and slowly

forced it through her anal sphincters.  It was an

exciting experiment, but still, when she rubbed her

clit, she didn't have another orgasm like the one in

the barn.  Slowly, she began to fuck herself with the

bottle, sliding it in an out with her left hand, while

she fingered herself with her right.  She tried to

imagine it was her brother, pushing his penis into

her.



Mistake!  The soapy  bottle slipped all the way into

her.  If she slipped a finger through her anal

opening, she could just feel the base of the bottle,

but there was no way she could get hold of it and

pull it out.  Her anus had closed, and she could get

no more than a finger tip into it.  For a moment, she

flashed on her mother taking her to the hospital

emergency room, 45 miles away, to get it removed.

Her mother worked until midnight and was often

home much later than that, so she had seven hours

or more to worry.



Finally, she wrapped her body in a towel and went

into the living room.  Rob was there, wearing only

some shorts, watching TV.  He looked up at Betty

and said, "Nice outfit."



"Rob, I've got a problem."



"Come over here and tell me about it.  Sit on my

lap."



"Rob!"



"Hey, things are different between us now, dear

sister."



"OK."



"Before you sit, lose the towel."



"Rob!"



"Have I or have I not seen you naked?  There's no

point in false modesty."



Betty let the towel drop and sat, as primly as she

could, crosswise on Rob's thighs.  He reached out

and slid the palm of his hand across the nearest

nipple.  "Hey!" she said, as her nipples sprang to

attention, "I didn't come out here to let you play

with my boobs."



"Why, then."



"You'll laugh at me."



"No.  What's your problem?"



"I..uh..have a deodorant bottle up my backside, and

I can't get it out."



Rob had to stifle his urge to laugh.  "You want me

to get it out for you?"



"Yes, please."



"OK, but if I do, you owe me."



"What do I owe you?"



He thought a moment.  "You have to obey me, do

everything I say, until Mom comes home."



"Everything?  Anything?"



"Yes, even let me play with your tits, if I want."



She thought about that.  Actually, she rather liked it

when he played with her tits.  "OK, but how are you

going to get it out?  Don't hurt me."



"Well, first I'll have to scope out the problem.  Lie

across my lap, so I can check your ass hole."  Betty

complied.  He ran his hands over her cheeks, then

insinuated an index finger into her tight little

rosebud.  She could tell he could feel the bottle,

because she could feel it moving inside her.  "OK,

follow me," he said.  He led her out the back door.



"Rob, I'm stark naked.  What if somebody sees

me?"



"Nobody can see.  Here, get down on your hands

and knees near these bushes."  She realized he was

right; no one could see her.  The garden hose lay in

the grass, where he had left it after washing Mom's

car.  He screwed the brass nozzle shut, then  went

over to the side of the trailer and turned on the

water.  He returned to Betty and held the brass

nozzle against her anus.  It was warm from the sun.

He twisted it open until a small stream of sun-

warmed water began to issue forth, and Rob pushed

the nozzle into her.  She gave a little cry, as the

nozzle penetrated her still soapy anus and pushed

the bottle even further into her bowels.  "Just bear

with me, Betty.  I have to push it so far in or else

the water will leak out around the nozzle."  For the

moment, her anus was tightly clinging to the inch

diameter hose.  Time dragged by for Betty, as she

felt the warm water flowing into her.



"Rob, it's filling me up.  It's beginning to hurt."



"No pain, no gain."  He pulled out far enough to

screw the nozzle more shut, so only a trickle

entered her, the pushed it back in.  She seemed to

be getting used to it.  However, after a while, Betty

started making little mewling noises and wiggling

her hips and finally crying out in pain.  Rob

increased the flow, and water sprayed out around

the circumference of the hose, as her anus stretched

to relieve the pressure.  Before Betty could

complain, Rob pulled the hose and nozzle out, and

as a torrent of water gushed forth, the deodorant

bottle went with it.  Betty stayed on her hands and

knees for a while, letting the residue dribble out.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"



"I guess not.  Better than having to go to the

emergency room."  Apparently it had never

occurred to her that she could have simply waited

until it came out with a normal bowel movement.



"OK, Betty, get up."  He handed her the bottle.  "Go

back in the house.  Remember, you are going to be

my obedient slave until midnight or later."



Back in the living room, Rob made Betty sit on his

lap, facing away from him, while they watched TV

and he reached under her arms and played with her

budding tits.  "What's this about playing with my

breasts?  Weren't you weaned properly?"



"Don't be smart with me, slave.  I do it because you

like me to do it.  Doesn't it make you feel sexy?"



"No, not particularly."



"Well, it will, after you get more practice."  He

continued, and Betty wondered if her nipples might

not get sore from all that stroking and squeezing.



They heard a car, and Betty jumped up and ran for

her room.  "Mom isn't supposed to be home so

soon," she wailed.



Rob looked out the open window.  "It isn't Mom.

It's Richard."  Rob let Richard in the back door.



"Rob," he said, "my dad called, and he's got a new

load to drive west, so he won't be home for

probably two days.  Want to come over and watch

some videos?"  Richard winked.  "I found my dad's

stash."



"Sure.  It's cool at your house.  Betty, get your ass

out here."



Betty emerged from her room, wearing a white tee-

shirt and white shorts.  The shorts rode low, but the

tee-shirt was long enough to reach to the crease of

her buttocks, so the shorts barely peeped out.

"Come on.  We're going to Richard's.  Hey, Rich,

you got any food?"



"Sure, I stocked up.  Frozen dinners OK?  Or

microwaved hot dogs?"



"Whatever."



Richard's house was a mile and a half up the road, a

little clapboard box that was big enough for him

and his father.  His mother was long gone.  Window

units hummed away, so it was pleasantly cool.

Richard popped a tape in the VCR.



The music was jazzy, public domain crap.  There

was no dialog.  Betty covered her eyes and said, "I

can't watch."



"Watch it," said Rob.  Betty turned away, her eyes

still covered.  "You have to do what I say.  You

agreed to obey."



"I can't watch that."



"I'll give you three seconds, and then I'll spank.

One, two, three."  He grabbed her and pulled her

down across his lap.  He pulled on her shorts so

hard that they all heard a seam give way, but he got

them down to her knees.  Then he gave her three

hard slaps on her bare bottom.



Betty squealed and promised to obey.  "Now, let me

up."



When she stood and tried to pull her shorts up, Rob

said, "No, take them off."



"No, Rob.  I'm embarrassed enough as it is.

Richard will see."



"You will obey me, Betty.  Since you objected to

my order, you will now take your shorts off and

your shirt.  Richard has seen you naked already

today, but you will obey and let him look all he

wants."



"Rob, that's not fair.  Not in front of Richard."



"More disobedience.  I'll have to think up yet

another punishment.  Now get naked."



Richard was all eyes.  "This is better than the tape,"

he said.



"Give me your clothes, Betty.  OK.  Sit here beside

me and watch the tape."  A woman was fellating a

man, bobbing up and down on his erect prick with

some enthusiasm until his cum was dribbling over

her chin.  Betty sat, trying to cover her breasts and

crotch.   The three of them watched  the tape to the

end, another 40 minutes or so, during which three

different women and six different men

demonstrated cock-sucking, cunnilingus, rimming,

vaginal and anal penetration, and, toward the end,

one chick got all three holes stuffed simultaneously.

While the tape was rewinding, Rob said, "Did you

learn anything, Betty?"



"I never dreamed that men and women did such

things.  I mean, I guess I know how they make

babies, but...  And all those strange positions."



"Richard, how about those hot dogs?"



"OK, how about you tell Betty to serve them to us?"



When the hot dogs were ready, Betty had to bring

them out and, like a waitress, give them to the boys.

She was stark naked, and she obviously couldn't

cover her private parts, so she was blushing and

stammering as she asked, "Would you like mustard,

ketchup, or pickle relish with these?"  They each

had three, but Rob only let Betty eat two dogs,

insisting that she save one.  She sat next to Rob on

the couch, with her knees pressed together as they

ate.



When there was only Betty's last hot dog left, Rob

said, "Time for the quiz, Betty."  She looked

puzzled.  "Let's see what you learned.  This dog is a

cock.  Demonstrate cock-sucking."  Betty shook her

head.  "You are not being properly obedient."  Still

she refused.  Again he dragged her over his lap, and

this time he spanked her until she begged for mercy.

"So," he said, "You won't suck on a hot dog.  Well,

I guess it's time to go home."  Then, while he still

held her across his lap with his left arm, he pushed

the hot dog into her virginal vagina.  It would only

go in half way, so about three inches protruded

between her labia when he let her stand up.  He

threw her shirt and shorts to her.  "Sorry to eat and

run, Richard, but I can't stand a misbehaving sister

embarrassing me in front of a friend."



"Hey, I'm glad you could come.  Maybe tomorrow

night?"



There was a problem with the hot dog.  Betty's

shorts did not leave room for three inches of hot

dog.  "I can't walk home with a hot dog hanging out

one leg of my shorts.  Let me take it out, Rob."



"No, Betty, I'll not have you telling me what you

will or will not do.  Take off the shorts and give

them to me.  Then we'll walk home."



"Rob, it's not even dark yet.  People will see me."



"Your skin is so white, they won't be able to tell if

you have shorts on or not.  Besides, the shirt's

almost like a short dress.  We will walk home, and

you will not let that hot dog fall out."



They hadn't gone a quarter mile when the hot dog

slipped out, and it was covered with road dirt when

Rob picked it up, noting that the dirt stuck because

the hot dog was wet.  Betty looked distraught,

fearing she would be further punished, but Rob just

threw the hot dog into the roadside ditch and

handed her the shorts.  "Hey, Betty, I'm very

pleased how you've kept our bargain.  I shouldn't

have been so mean to you, but it's a guy thing.  I

was scoring points on Richard.  Forgive  me?"



Betty adjusted her shorts and there, in the middle of

the road in the dusk, she put her arms around Rob's

neck and kissed him.  Then, hand in hand, they

walked home.  Even though the sun was down, the

trailer was still stifling.  Betty went to her room.

Rob went to his.  He lay there, naked on his bed,

trying to go to sleep.  Finally, he dozed off.



After a while, he heard movement.  "Mom?"



"No, it's me.  It's only 11 o'clock.  Can I come in?"



He grabbed the top sheet and pulled it up to cover

his nakedness just as Betty entered his room.  She

was wearing a short  nightie which met the

technical requirements for decency but didn't cover

much better than the tee-shirt had.  Even without a

light on, he could see her nipples were erect.

 

"Rob, I've been thinking, a lot.  I'm sorry I failed

your quiz."



"Hey, I shouldn't have pushed you."



"I'm not a little girl any more.  Can I take a retest?"



"We're out of...oh."  She had pulled the sheet off

him and put her hand on his penis.  "Uh, I guess if

you want to, but... uh... I mean, you don't have to

take it  now."



She climbed up on the bed, putting her knees either

side of his and she bent down to take is cock into

her mouth.  It was already erect.  She tried the

various techniques she had seen in the video, and

she hadn't missed much.  She licked and then

encircled his prick with her lips and bobbed on it,

all the wile using her hands to hold the base or play

with his balls.



"Betty, you know you are going to make me come."



She paused just long enough to say, "I hope so."

When he did ejaculate, it was like in the movie; she

swallowed some but had to wipe her chin.  She used

the sheet.



"A-plus," he said.  "Thanks."  Rob was very

grateful.  Until today, he had never really seen a

naked girl who was past puberty, and he hadn't

touched one, and he hadn't come in a female's ass,

and he hadn't come in a female's mouth.  Now he

had done all of that.



Betty snuggled, pressing her little tits against his

belly.  "I've learned a lot today.  I came for the first

time, and I learned how to please a boy.  Do you

think you could make me come again?"



"I can try.  Lie down on your back."  It was

something else he had never done, but he had seen

it done in the video.  He pushed her nightie up

around her neck and spent considerable time licking

and sucking and squeezing her breasts.  Then he

licked her navel, and then her labia.  She didn't

have much hair there, but it seemed to get in the

way, so he used his fingers to part her puffy lips and

ran his tongue over the thinner ones.  "Do you like

that?"



"Yes, it's nice, but I don't think that will make me

come.  Could you do what you did in the barn,

please?"



He knew is prick was already stiff again.  An

adolescent boy has tremendous recuperative

powers.  "Yes, if that's what you want."  He let her

up and, without further instruction, she knelt on the

floor at the foot of his bed and pressed her breast

against the damp sheet.  Rob stepped into the

bathroom and put some shampoo on his fingers.

Then he soaped her anus and slipped one finger in,

past the rings of muscle which gripped it.  He tried

two, and the second soapy finger went in easily.

Betty seemed able to relax her butt hole when she

wanted to.



He was about to mount her, doggy style, when she

said, "Rob, you forgot to tie me down."



"Betty, I'm not worried that you are going to run

away."



"Let's pretend I might.  I think I need to be tied

down, or it won't work right."  He went to his

closet and found a couple of ties he hadn't worn in

years and probably never would.  He tied one end of

each to her wrists and then tied the other end to the

bed rail that supported the mattress.  "Tighter,

please?"  He undid one of the ties and hauled it

really tight when he reattached it to the bed rail.

"Now, Rob, fuck my ass.  Hurt me."  She spread her

legs to give him better access.  "I can't do anything

to resist you, Rob.  Take me.  Do it hard."



Rob positioned his penis at her opening and shoved.

She gave a gasp of joy as it sank into her.  He

reached around her thighs to rub her furry mound as

he bucked his hips, compressing her buttocks and

driving into her as hard and deep as he could.  Since

this was his third time today, he had more staying

power than before.  Betty had the advantage of

having learned that good sex is largely in the head.

As he fucked her ass, her arms were pulled by the

ties, and her breasts were mashed and rubbed

against the sheet, and her imagination flitted over a

dozen masochistic scenarios, being raped by pirates,

being punished for letting Rob see her naked, being

tortured by Russian interrogators.  Robs fingers

seemed to be finding the right places, too.  She

experienced that wonderful build up, that teetering

on the edge, wanting to come, and then the

climactic churning inside, a wonderful orgasm.  Her

knees gave way, but Rob was holding her hips, so

he was able to continue his assault on her ass.  The

thrills continued, and she writhed and rocked her

pelvis, so his prick seemed to explore every fold of

her rectum, press on every sensitive nerve.  It

didn't stop, until at last Rob grunted and spewed

and was still.  She felt her muscles contracting,

almost squeezing him out of her.  She wanted more,

but she knew she couldn't have it.  "Rob, don't let

go.  Rub me harder."  Rob kept pressed against her,

his soft prick still partially inside her, until she

finally went limp.  He pulled out and went to the

bathroom to wash.



When he returned, he untied her hands.  "Rob, that

was wonderful."



"I figured you liked it.  You made so much noise,

screaming and yelling,  I was worried the neighbors

would hear."



"I'm sorry.  I didn't know I was screaming."  She

hugged him and kissed him again.  "Thanks.  I

needed that.  You made me come three times.  I

never knew sex could be such fun."



"Hey, Sis, I'm glad you enjoyed it.  Just be careful

of who you do it with and don't get pregnant."



"My considerate brother won't get me pregnant."



"No." He glance at his luminous alarm clock and

said, "It's not midnight yet, but perhaps you had

better go back to your room.   Best you are asleep

when Mom comes home."



"Yes," she said, kissing him again.  "Thanks."












 



Betty, a new career

(chap 3)



Betty heard her mother come in.  It was about 4 am,

so she either worked overtime  at the bar or she

spent some time with a man.  Betty was up,

showered, and dressed by 8.  She knew her mother

would likely sleep until noon and then be leaving at

three  to work the four to midnight shift.  Betty

cooked up eggs and toast for Rob and herself and

made a pot of coffee for her mom.



About noon, she heard her mother in the shower,

and then Mom came out, in an old robe, with a

towel around her hair.  She was clearly Betty's

mother, blonde, leggy, but with more curves.  She

sat and had her coffee and toast and cigarettes while

Betty and Rob had canned baked beans and franks

for lunch.  "Kids, a gentleman said he'd be over

here this afternoon to replace the window unit in

my room.  It's a used one, but any cooling is better

than none, right?  You don't have to wait for him.

Go ahead and play, whatever you do.  I told him the

door is never locked, and I don't think he'll steal

anything."



Shortly before three, her mother came out of her

room, dressed  in her waitress uniform.  It was

designed to increase tips.  There was a short, black,

flared skirt, over frilly panties which were not

supposed to be seen, but, if she bent down or...

There was a tight, black, waist-cincher belt and a

tiny white apron.  Her bra was from a catalog,

expensive but impressive.  It accentuated her

cleavage, which might be seen when the top buttons

of her white blouse happened to come undone as

she served food and drinks, mostly drinks, as the

night wore on.  She had black mesh hose and black

pumps  with two-inch heels.  Her hair was done up,

with a fake fall of blonde hair down her back.  Her

eyebrows were drawn on, her eyelids blued, her

lashes lengthened, her cheeks blushing and her lips

bright red.  She wore magnolia perfume, and her

nails matched her lips.



As soon as her mother left, Betty put on her

skimpiest bathing suit, an awful floral print, on sale

last year at Wal-Mart and a bit tight this year.  "I'm

going to go out back and see if I can get a bit of tan.

I don't want to go back to school looking like I live

in a cave."



Rob took a pack of his mother's cigarettes, knowing

she wouldn't miss them, and said to his sister, "I'm

going to see if the guys are at the old barn.  Don't

fall asleep out there.  You could get a nasty burn."



"You know how Mom got that man to bring out an

air conditioner, don't you, Rob?"



"I think I do.  Bye."



Betty took a towel to lie on and went out back.  She

pulled the garden hose out to its full length, 50 feet,

and dragged the end into a clump of bushes, her

little hideaway.  She lay in the sun a while, but she

took off her top and bottom, to get an all-over tan.

She knew her classmates would  be impressed, if it

was obvious that she sunbathed in the nude.  She

lay there, letting her imagination run wild.  Then

she held the hose nozzle against her anus and

twisted it part way on, as Rob had done.  As the

water flowed into her, she was able to work the

nozzle farther in, far enough that it would stay.  She

rolled onto her back and fingered herself, as the

water slowly filled her.  She could almost see her

flat tummy swelling, as the awful priest of the

Spanish Inquisition administered the water torture,

to make her confess to witchcraft.



Her playtime was interrupted, when she heard a

truck pull up and stop in her mother's parking

space, only about thirty feet a way.  She turned off

the water and lay very quietly until she was sure he

was inside with the window unit.  She squatted by a

bush and pulled out the hose, gushing lumpy water.

She gave herself another dose, just to make sure she

was clean inside, and spent a few minutes squatting,

to make sure she was really drained.  Then she put

on her bathing suit and washed some of the brown

lumps into the roots of the bush.  No one would

know.  She waited until the man came out and the

truck left, before she put the hose back and went in

the trailer.  She could hear the hum of the air

conditioner from her mother's room.  She looked at

herself in a mirror.  Her chest was a bit pink and

tender, so she decided that was enough sun for one

day.  She went into Rob's room and took one of his

large, long-sleeved shirts.  The tails came to her

knees.  She would not have trespassed in  Rob's

room before yesterday, but after last night she felt

she had a right to go there.  She took the two ties

from last night and used them to stuff her little bra.

It looked silly and obvious, but...



Rob sat for a while in the old barn, smoking and

remembering what had happened there yesterday.

Richard and Todd and Jimmy, and Rod, too,

kidnaped Betty and raped her ass.  God, that was

exciting, but Rob had really worried about his half-

sister.  That was major child abuse.  If the boys had

been 18 or older, they could have gone to jail.  But

apparently no harm was done.  Betty made that

clear when she came into Rob's bedroom last night.

Still, it was something to think about.  He knew he

would never forget this last 24 hours.



Richard and Todd showed up.  The boys sat on hay

bales and smoked and didn't have much to say.

Then Jimmy, Rob and Betty's cousin, arrived.   He

didn't smoke.  He had a tendency to talk too much.



Jimmy picked up some wilted nettles, the ones he

had gathered yesterday to torture Betty with, if she

didn't cooperate.  "Jeez, did that really happen

yesterday?"



"Yes, you dip-shit," replied Richard.



"Rob," said Jimmy, "is Betty alright?"



"Second thoughts, Jimmy?  Regrets?"



"No, Rob.  It was great.  I just wanted to make

sure...  I mean, Betty's not mad or anything.  Did

she tell anyone?"



Richard, who had watched Betty, sitting there

naked, while she watched  the pornographic video,

just smiled.  Then he said, "Rob had a little talk

with her, and things are OK.  She's not going to

report you to the police or anything like that."



Todd was the quiet one, but he looked up at the

ceiling and mused, "I never met a girl like Betty

before.  I think I'm in love."



"Yeah?  What would you do if she showed up here

again?" said Richard.



"Never happen," said Todd.



Todd  was wrong.  After a while, Betty showed up,

her bare legs a little scratched from picking her way

through the overgrown field.  To the boys, it looked

as if she was wearing nothing but the shirt.  "Betty,"

said Rob, "did you really mean to come here?  Do

you think it was wise?"



"Why shouldn't I come here?  Suddenly you don't

allow girls?"



Richard put on a serious voice: "You have to be

careful around lustful boys.  Todd's in love with

you.  Don't tease."



"Don't tease?" said Betty, slowly unbuttoning the

front of the shirt.



"That's my shirt, isn't it?" said Rob.



"I didn't think you'd mind.  It's for a good cause."



"If you don't leave soon, you can't tell what might

happen... again."



In the shade of the barn, Betty slid the shirt off  her

shoulders and arms and let if fall into the hay.  She

was standing there displayed in the fabric

equivalent of a handkerchief.  "Betty, do you know

what you are doing?" said Rob.



"Same thing Mom does.  I'm trailer trash, and I

might as well admit it."



"Betty, I think you and I need to have a little talk, in

private, now," said Rob, standing up and taking her

arm.  "You did get too much sun, didn't you."



"Todd," said Betty cheerfully, "you father does

home remodeling, doesn't he?"



"Yeah, he's a general handyman."



"Didn't I see several air conditioners in your side

yard?"



"Yeah."



"Do they work?"



"Yeah, they should.  They're old, but they're  not

broken."



"I want two of them.  You guys can figure it out

among yourselves, one for my room, one for Rod's

room."



"If you get two air conditioners, what do we get?"



"Same as yesterday."



Rod, still holding her arm, shook her and said,

"Betty, you are not a whore."



"Rob," she answered sweetly, "I don't have the

money to go out and buy me an air conditioner.

And if your friends have some...."



"Betty, don't sell your body to these guys."



"Is that a guy thing, Rob?  You could give away a

good look at my naked body, but I can't?"  Richard

laughed.  Rob dropped Betty's arm.  "Todd, is it a

deal?  You can go first."



"Deal," said Todd.



"We can use my car to bring them over to your

place," said Richard.



"I'll help install them," added Jimmy.



Betty reached back and untied the strings of  her

little bathing suit top.  As she took it off, she tossed

the two neckties she had used for padding to Rob.

Before anyone could stop her, she was sliding the

bathing suit bottom down her legs.  Naked, she

walked over to Todd.  "Todd, you are the guest of

honor today."  She kissed him, and he grabbed at

her, hugged her, felt up her tits.  She pushed away

and said, I want you to tie me to that hay bale, very

tightly, and then I want you to fuck my ass, hard."

She handed him a little bottle of hair conditioner,

motel size, from her mother's dresser. "Don't pay

any attention, if I tell you to stop.  Just stay out of

my vagina; I don't want to get pregnant."



Rod handed the neckties to Todd and stood back.

Richard and Todd had a hushed conference, and

then they proceeded to prepare Betty.  She did not

resist.  They put her on her back on the hay bale and

tied her elbows to the bailing wire with the binder

twine.  Her butt hung over the edge of the bale.

Then they tied the ties to her ankles and raised

them, pushing them back until they were past her

shoulders and the ties could be tied to the bailing

wire, too.  She was bent double, with her vulva

exposed and her anus looking upwards.  Todd

opened the bottle and poured some white liquid

over her little hole, working it in with a finger. 

Then he bent down and French-kissed her lower

mouth, sliding his tongue between her labia,

looking for her clit.  Jimmy and Richard got out of

their clothes, but Todd was going first, so Jimmy

rubbed Betty's tits while Richard fingered her cunt

and Todd undressed.



"Betty, I love you," said Todd, as he drove his prick

downward, into her upturned hole.  Richard kept

fingering her, and Jimmy worked on her breasts, as

Todd ravished her rectum.



All Betty said was, "Harder!"



Richard and Todd exchanged places, and Richard

got his rocks off.  While Richard and Todd dressed,

Jimmy took his turn and began to dress.  "Rod,

you'll see she gets home alright?" said Todd.



Then Rod and Betty were alone again.  Rod went

over to her to untie her ankles.  "Not yet, Rod."



"What does my slutty sister want now?"



"Same as last night, you.  I haven't come yet.  It's

not the same with those guys.  I need you.   Please,

Rod, be good to me.  I've got you an air conditioner

for your room, haven't I?"   Rod stepped back and

began to undress.



When he fucked her ass, she didn't just lie there

quietly.  She howled as she came, and then she

giggled.  "Please, Rob, would you do that again?"

Rob didn't think he could do it again right away, so

he used his fingers, and she went absolutely crazy,

sweating, her nipples huge, her chest blushing, her

cunt gushing, and her mouth saying the most awful

things.  He untied her, but she insisted on sucking

his cock, and, before he came, she bent forward

over the bale and offered her ass to him again.

When they were both spent, there was nothing to do

but get dressed and go home.



"Betty," said Rob considerately, "You don't want to

get your bare legs scratched up.  Let me carry you

as far as the road."



"Thank you, Sir Knight," she said with a smile, and

she kissed him before hopping into his arms.



Some time had passed by the time Rod and Betty

walked around to the back door of the trailer, hand

in hand.  It wasn't so quiet inside.  And it was cool.

Their mother never did ask where the two

additional window units came from.




Betty, career step 2

(chap 4)



Richard came by, and Rob said, "Richard and I are

going into town.  Is there anything you need?"



"Would you do me a big favor?"  Rob nodded, yes.

"Buy me some tiny panties, the thong type that

barely cover the twat, and that's all?"



"Why do you want those?"



"I realized that if I get an all-over tan, no one will

notice.  But if there's a little patch of white, a single

tan line, then even if I'm not very dark, the girls, in

the locker room, you know, will realize I have a tan

on my tits."



That night, back at the trailer, where it was

deliciously cool, Rob said to Betty, "Here's  your

panties.  Richard stopped at that adult video place,

and they had some there.  Wal-Mart doesn't carry

'em."



"Thanks," she said.  "Would you like to see me

model them?"  She was wearing a long Tee-shirt.

She pulled it up, slipped out of her cotton briefs,

ans slipped on the thong.  It didn't even cover all

her pubic hair, and from the back, the thong

disappeared in the crack.  She turned, to show her

brother front and back.  "Thanks again.  They are

just the thing."



Rob shook his head. "I don't know which is worse,

to have a sister who is such a slut she needs to have

four guys fuck her ass every day, or a sister who

sells herself.  Are you planning on going to the barn

again tomorrow?"



"No, Rob.  I don't need to.  Those guys don't turn

me on.  As long as I have you, I'm OK.  I can't have

an orgasm by myself.  Please, will you do me

again?"



Rob replied heatedly, You want me to fuck your

butt again?  Have you no shame, slut?  You deserve

a good spanking." He pulled her over his lap, pulled

up her tee-shirt, slipped off the thong, and spanked

her long and hard.



"Thanks," she said.  "I needed that, because I have

been a bad girl.  Will you forgive me, if I let you

punish me more?"



"Like what?"



"Like punish my sinful ass hole and spank me

harder.  Use a paddle or something."  He left her

face down on the bed and went into the bathroom.

When he came back, he pushed a slippery bar of

soap into her anus, stretching it, and then he beat

her backside with a long back-scrubbing brush,

which really reddened her bottom.  She clenched

her teeth to avoid crying out, especially when a

stray blow drove the soap into he rectum, and she

came.  When he was satisfied that he had actually

hurt her enough to punish her, she asked, "How am

I going to get the soap out?"  He took her outside,

naked, but it was dark, and applied the garden hose

right there in the driveway.  The soap came out,

leaving Becky on the edge of another orgasm.

"You'd better rinse me out, Rob.  There's still soap

in there."  He did, and finally she got over the edge

for another orgasm, not a real screamer, but

relaxing.

  

Several days went by without sex, and Betty had her

period.  She longed to be butt-fucked by her

brother, but he didn't seem to be cooperative.

Meanwhile, she sunbathed in the nude, but for the

thong, and played with the hose up her ass, but, by

herself, she couldn't repeat those mind-blowing

orgasms she had had when Rob did her ass.  She

used a kitchen timer to make sure she didn't burn

by mistake.  Fifteen minutes in the sun was about

all she could take.



Her mother had Mondays off.  "Betty," she said,

"I've been hearing things about you."



"Oh?  Good, I hope."



"Your cousin, Jimmy, said he saw you sunbathing,

topless."



"The little creep shouldn't be around here looking."



Her mom handed her a plastic bottle.  "Here's some

sun tan lotion.  It should help to prevent a burn, and

it has some stuff in it to darken your tan, you know,

some sort of coloring."



"Thanks, Mom.  That will be a big help."  Already,

Betty imagined rubbing it into her tits and around

the little patch of cloth of her thong.



"Betty, you are getting to be a woman.  You know, I

was pregnant with Rob, when I was your age.  Have

you been sexually active?"



"No, Mom, I'm virgin."



"Uh, huh.  Well, you'll be going back to school

soon.  A lot of boys are going to hit on you, wanting

sex."



"I know, Mom.  I'll be sensible."



"I want you to graduate from high school, maybe go

to college, and marry a nice man.  Nice men don't

marry girls who have a child already.  I know."



"I'll be careful, Mom."



"Do you want me to get you a prescription for birth

control pills?  I know a doctor."



"No, Mom."



"Well, here are some condoms, to carry with you,

just in case you need one for your boy friend."



"Oh, Mom!"  But Betty took them.



"And here are some packets of the morning after

pill.  If something happens, and you take them right

away, you know?  I'll leave these in the bathroom

medicine cabinet, and I promise not to notice if

some disappear."



"Yes, Mom.  I'm not going to let any boy knock me

up."



"Well, I've heard..."



"Heard what?"



"That you've had Richard and Todd and Jimmy."



Betty must have blushed.  At least she didn't

mention Rob.  "Uh, well, they did catch me down

by the river, and they dragged me into this barn."



"And they raped you?"



"No, not really, Mom."  Betty had to think,

especially not to implicate Rob.  "I mean, first of

all, I kind of went along with it, because it was

exciting and all that.  I didn't let them, you know, in

my vagina."



"What did happen?"



"They fucked my ass."



"How awful!  Why didn't you tell me?  We could

have gone to the police."



"I didn't want to get them in trouble.  Jimmy is

family.  I didn't want everyone to know.  Besides, I

kind of enjoyed it."



"You enjoyed it?"



"Yes. That was the first time I ever had an orgasm."



"First time?"



Betty had to think fast, to avoid confessing to

incest. "I've tried fingering my vagina, but that

doesn't work.  I've got to have something in my ass.

I did manage to have an orgasm when I when I put

some soap up my ass."  She didn't want to go into

details.  "That's not very satisfactory, not like a

man."



"Did you let them do it again?"



"Yes, Mom, once more.  That's how we got the

window units in my room and Rob's, from Todd.  I

haven't let a boy near me since."



Her mother looked pensive.  "Betty, you let Todd

put his penis in your anus for an air conditioner?"



"I didn't want to be selfish.  I asked for one for

Rob, too.  It was the same day that man brought you

an air conditioner.  I let Richard and Jimmy fuck

my ass too, but not since that day."



"But you enjoyed it."



"Yes."



"I guess you are your mother's daughter.  But I have

to admit, I 've never taken it up the ass.  Maybe,

when I was your age, I should have."



"You're not mad at me, Mom?"



"No.  In some ways, you are more sensible than I

was at your age.  Would you like to be fucked up

the ass again, if no one would know?  If I said it

would be alright with me?"



"Maybe.  Yes, if there was more in it than an air

conditioner.  It would depend.  Do you want me to?

For you, Mom, I'd do it, even if I didn't like it."

Betty was fantasizing about how good it would be if

her mother pimped for her and she could blackmail

her mother forever after.



"Betty, don't go anywhere.  I have to run off for a

while, but I'll be back."  Her mother left, and Betty

tried out the new suntan lotion.  Also, on a

premonition, she flushed out her rectum with the

hose. When she came in and showered, she seemed

notably darker, and there was actually a very faint

tan line between her belly and her cunt.



In the late afternoon, her mother returned and said,

"Betty, we are going out to dinner at a fancy

restaurant.  I want you to get dressed up, OK?"  She

did Betty's Hair in two pig tales and had her wear

white cotton panties and socks, a polka-dot dress

she hadn't worn for years, no bra, and some old

Mary Jane shoes.  Fortunately, they fit.



"Mom, I look like I'm ten or twelve years old."



"That's the idea, Honey.  I'm going to introduce

you to a nice man, an old friend of mine.  Now, get

in the car."



They drove a long way, well into the next county,

and stopped at a motel which had a steak house

next to it.  Her mother looked at her watch and then

took Betty into the restaurant.  They asked for a

table for three.  In a few minutes a well dressed

man came in and sat down with them.  He was very

swarthy, Italian or Arab or something, and older

than her mother.  "Robert, this is my daughter,

Betty."



Betty stared, incredulous, as the penny dropped.  Of

course: old friend, Robert, dark complection.  Rob's

father!



"How very nice it is to meet you, Betty.  Your

mother and I are old friends.  I've seen pictures of

you, as you grew up, but I didn't realize what a

pretty girl you are.  I hope that we'll be good

friends, too."  Betty smiled and nodded and tried to

pretend she was bashful.  The food was good.  Betty

had a real steak and fries.  Then Robert paid the bill

and said, "Would you two like to see where I'm

staying?"



They went to his room, second floor, way on the

end.  When they went in and turned on the lights,

Robert turned and said to Betty, "Do you know

what you are supposed to do?" 



"No, Robert," she replied honestly.



Robert looked at her mom, who said very quietly

and earnestly to Betty, "Honey, Robert really likes

blondes.  He would really like it if you would show

him your little blonde cunny.  Would you do that

for your mom?"



"You mean take off my clothes, Mom?"



"Yes, Honey, as a favor for me.  And he's going to

make a video tape of you.  You'll be a movie star!

Won't that be nice?"



Betty went along with the she's-only-a-child act and

slowly took off her shoes and socks, sitting on the

big double bed, and then, standing, she took off her

dress and at last her panties.  It was clear from the

faint tan line that she didn't always wear little girl

panties.  Robert left the video camera running on a

tripod and went over to her.  "You have such nice

little titties.  May I touch them?"  Betty nodded.  He

turned her, so the camera saw all sides of the

action.  Betty, I'm going to do something to you

that you probably haven't experienced before.

Have you ever had an enema?"  Betty nodded, yes.

"Well, like that but different.  OK?"  Betty nodded.

I want you to bend over the bed, here.  You mother

is going to hold you, so you'll be alright, OK?"

Betty nodded.  Robert bent her over the bed and

took a tube of K-Y jelly, held it up in front of the

camera, and then used his finger to apply some to

Betty's anus.  Betty tried hard to get into the mood.

Soon Robert was naked, and her mother was sitting

on the far side of the bed, pretty much off-camera,

holding Betty's hands so that Betty was stretched

out against the bed.  "Betty," said Robert, while he

put on a condom, "would you please straighten your

knees and spread your legs apart.  That's it, so your

little bottom is right up in the air."  He went to the

camera and zoomed in for a close-up, then set it

back on wide-angle.  "Ready, Betty?"  She nodded.

Robert plunged his rod deep into Betty's upraised

bottom and worked it in and out, gleaming with K-

Y.  Betty struggled in her mother's grasp and tried

to imagine it was Rob, her brother, fucking her ass.

She cried out and said she didn't understand what

was happening, and when she got the wonderful

orgasm she was waiting for, she pleaded for Robert

to stop, just for cinematic effect.



The man had remarkable stying power, and when

he erupted inside her, she had another orgasm.

"That hurt," She whimpered, pouting.  Robert

withdrew and took some close-ups of Betty's

backside.  There was no semen, because of the

condom, but the K-Y gleamed, and her anus was

clearly more relaxed than before.  Her mother

released her, and Betty got up and postured for the

camera, like some sort of simpleton.  Robert gave

her mother a wad of bills and whispered in her ear.

She put the money in her purse and nodded yes.



Robert said, "Betty, that didn't really hurt so much,

did it?"  Betty just pouted.  "I want you to lie on the

bed again, just like before, but we'll do something

else, OK?"  Betty nodded.  Robert put K-Y on a

rubber dildo, a very realistic rubber penis and balls,

and slowly, even gently, worked it into her bottom,

so that her anus was stretched quite tightly.  Then,

as her mother held her arms straight out in front of

her, Robert said, "I'm going to smack your bottom

with this cane.  It might hurt a bit, but you will get

over it.  I want you to count the strokes, out loud,

OK?"  Betty nodded.  Robert caned Betty's bottom 

as she counted, "One." "Two."  "Three."



Now she was crying, but she continued to count.  At

stroke nine, the cane hit the dildo in her ass, and she

had a beautiful orgasm, forgetting to count.  "If you

don't count, Betty, it doesn't count, and you get

another."  She continued the count, having another

orgasm before Robert finished.  He documented her

striped ass, a maze of criss-crossing red welts,

moving the camera around her bottom, getting a

close-up of her tear-streaked face.



"Mommy, can I get up now, please?"



"Yes, dear.  I think you can get dressed now."



Betty put her dress on over her head, preferring not

to put snug panties over her beaten butt.  Robert

stopped the camera and took out the cassette,

marking it "Betty" with a felt tip pen, while Betty

put on her socks and shoes.



"Robert, I'm afraid Betty might faint.  Would you

mind getting her some ice water?"



"Oh, sure."  He put on his pants and went out into

the hall, barefoot, carrying the ice bucket.  As soon

as the door closed, Mom took out a cassette from

her purse, marked it "Betty," with the same pen,

and substituted it for the real one.  Then, they ran

for the fire exit and dashed to the car.  Her mother

tore out of the motel parking lot and took a road

which led away from home.  After a mile, she cut

off on a side road and took a circuitous route home.

Just to be sure, they drove right by their trailer, in

case Robert might be there.  Betty's mother didn't

think Robert knew where she lived, and they didn't

have a phone he could look up, but just to be sure,

she gave Richard a five dollar bill and drove him

back, asking him to check out the trailer.  He

returned and told her Rob was home, but no one

else.



Rob followed them into Mom's room.  "Rob, get

lost for a while, OK?" said his mom.  When he had

gone, she hid the tape over a ceiling tile and turned

to Betty.  "Betty, are you OK?"



"Yeah, Mom, I kind of enjoyed it.  Can I keep

this?"  She bent over the bed, flipped up her skirt,

and pulled out the rubber penis.



"Yes, you can keep it.  You earned it.  In fact, you

earned your college tuition, I think."



"You are going to sell the cassette?  The whole

world will see your daughter ass-fucked?"



"No, Betty.  I'm going to threaten to sell it, and

Robert will pay and pay to make sure I don't,

because any jury in the state would send him up for

life if they watched that tape.  In fact, I think I'll

need some copies, just for insurance."



"Richard could make them."



"I'm sure he'd love to, Betty, but not this time."

She lifted Betty's skirt again and looked at the welts

which bore witness to her caning.  "How is it?  Do

you want some first aid spray or something?"



"That tanning lotion you got me is soothing.  Could

you rub some on me back there, please?  It's hard

for me to reach.  And get me some more tanning

stuff?  I want to sunbathe every day until school

starts."



"Of course, Honey.  I have another bottle here."

She rubbed it over Betty's sore bottom.  Betty

hammed it up a bit, as if she was more tender than

she was.  Her mother so seldom touched her,

showed any physical affection, that this little

mother helping daughter scene was very

pleasurable.  "Be careful what you wear for the next

few days, Betty.  Don't let Rob or anyone else see

you bottom until it clears up, OK?  We certainly

don't want Children's Protective Services asking

how it got that way.  They could take you away and

put you in foster care."



"I'll be careful, Mom."  She was a bit disappointed

that she couldn't have Rob give her more orgasms

for a while, but that seemed unimportant in the big

scheme of milking Robert for all the money they

could extort.














Betty, more education

(chap 5)



Rob was a bit ambivalent about butt-fucking Betty.

He enjoyed it, but she was his sister and... well,

there are taboos.  Several days went by without her

coming to him, and he didn't think he should push

things.  The weather was changing, with several

days of rain, so Betty wasn't tanning every day, and

she wouldn't be cleaning out her rectum with the

garden hose, he supposed.  His bathroom had only a

shower, no tub.  He modified the shower by

removing the shower head and replacing it with a

six-foot hose which had a plastic shower head.  It

didn't cost much, compared with the fancy showers

like "Water-Pic."



Finally, one dreary day, when their mother was at

work, Betty appeared at his bedroom door.  "Rob,

she said, "I've been neglecting you, haven't I?"



"Well, yes.  I was concerned about you.  You need

me to help you have an orgasm? It has been a while,

hasn't it?"



Betty would never tell him about Robert, and she

wasn't sure her bottom was presentable yet.  "I'm

afraid I'm full of shit.  I don't want to gross you out,

if you do it to be in the back door."  He led her to

his bathroom and showed her how he could

unscrew the plastic shower head and hold the hose

against her anus.  Of course, she was dressed.  "I

don't think so, today, Rob.  Would you like me to

use my mouth?"  Rob thought that was a great idea,

so she did.  Of course, she didn't have her orgasm,

but it pleased her to swallow Rob's cum; it pleased

her to please him.



School  was approaching, and the next Monday her

mother took Betty to the mall to buy school things.

They had a list the school had sent: back pack,

notebooks, pencils and pens, calculator, gym

uniform, and athletic shoes.  Most of the items were

easily bought at Wal-Mart, but they had to go to the

mall, to a particular store, for the gym uniform. 

For gym class, Betty would wear blue shorts and a

white tee-shirt with a blue numbers, 37, front and

back.  The store gave out numbers on a first come,

first served basis.  Two weeks ago, it would have

broken their budget to buy all that stuff, but, post-

Robert, her mother paid cash with a smile.  Then

they shopped at the Gap and Parisian and places

like that, where Betty had not been able to afford to

shop previously.  She saw one of the cheerleaders

there, but they didn't speak.  Betty got socks,

panties, and some new bras, bigger than last year's,

and some falsies and pads to go into them, "so I'll

have room to grow."  Her mother smiled

approvingly, saying her little girl was growing up.



Betty's mom was asleep when, at 6:38, the big

yellow bus went past on the gravel road, to pick up

the four Simpson sisters, then John and Alice

Granger, and Richard.  A lot of the people who

lived up the road didn't have school age children.

Rob and Betty got on at 7:04, then Todd, Jimmy,

and the rest of the students on school bus route 23.

Rob and Betty sat together, with Richard and Todd

right behind.



The big central school was miles away, in

Cressville.  There was a welcome back assembly at

8:10, and then they went to their assigned classes;

their schedules had been sent with the list of school

supplies.  Betty had a locker in the hall, for books,

and another in the girl's locker room, for clothes. 

Physical Education, on Betty's schedule,  was the

last class in afternoon, alternating with study hall.

She would have to shower quickly or miss her bus.

Because of Title 9, the federal non-discrimination

law, the administration had decided all Phys. Ed.

Classes must be co-ed, except for varsity sports.

P.E. was all non-contact games and aerobic

exercises.  They couldn't even play dodge ball. 

Since a lot of boys were going out for basketball or

football, there were more girls than boys in her

class, and the boys tended to be the wimps and

nerds.  An exception was Devon, a six-foot-two

black boy who was new to the school this year.



When they were jogging some "cooling off" laps,

Devon came up alongside and introduced himself.

Betty smiled and told him her name.  "Why aren't

you going out for football or basketball?" she said,

trying to continue the conversation.



"Ah, uh, I have a medical condition, just temporary.

I can't try out for the teams until I can pass the

physical exam."  It was a lie.  The coaches wouldn't

take him, given his record as a "disruptive

influence" at his last school, and he was pretty sure

they would want him to take a drug test, bad news.

"Hey, I'll see ya around," he said, patting her ass

and sprinting on ahead.



In the shower, one of the girls Betty didn't know

told her to stay away from Devon.  "He's gonna be

mine."



"You can have him. I don't care for boys who pat

my ass as soon as I meet them."



Betty saw Devon watching her as she got on the

school bus to go home.



The next day, Devon said, "Betty, I really do like

blondes.  Would you like to go for a ride with me in

my Pontiac GTO?"



"No, thank you, Devon."



Richard got permission to drive to school, instead

of taking the bus, and Rob and Betty got a letter

from their mother giving them permission to ride

with Richard.  Betty much preferred that, if only

because she didn't have to confront Devon at the

school bus.



Each day for the rest of the week, Devon found

Betty and asked her out.  Each day she refused.  She

did go out with Todd, sort of, Friday night.  Richard

drove, and Rob came along, and it wouldn't have

qualified as a real date.  The boys were perfect

gentlemen.  "Are you interested in that Devon

guy?"



"No."



Mariza said you are always talking to him, and if

you date him, she'll make you pay."



"I don't know who Mariza is, but I don't plan on

dating Devon."



Saturday, after her mother left for work, it was

warm, and Betty went out back to work on her tan

lines.  Rob had gone off with Richard to visit with

Todd.  They were going back to Richard's when

Todd asked, "What's that GTO doing parked in

your driveway?"



"Stop the car!  Betty's  alone at home."  The three

boys piled out of the car and jogged toward the

trailer.



As Rob passed the end of the trailer, he distinctly

heard, "NO!  Get off me!  Let me go!"  He ran

toward the bushes, following the garden hose.

There was a shriek.  "Get off of me, you stupid

pervert!"  Rob saw his sister sprawled in the grass,

on her back,  utterly naked, with big, black Devon

on top of her.  His arms pinned hers, and his legs

were between her legs, forcing them apart, like a

frog pinned in a dissecting pan for Biology class.

Betty shrieked again, just as Rob's shoe connected

with Devon's balls.  It wasn't a good connection, as

Devon's jeans were bunched up around his ass, but

it got his attention.  He pulled his big dick out of

Betty and stood to face his attackers.  The three

boys tried to get some punches in, but Devon was

taller and heavier and an experienced fighter, so

three on one was not a decisive battle.  Betty, stark

naked, scrambled up and grabbed the hose.

Swinging it like a whip, she aimed at Devon's head.

The brass nozzle whipped around his cheek and

split his lip, knocking out a tooth as well. Devon

stepped back and pulled up his jeans.  Betty let him

have it again, bruising his cheek.  Devon sprinted

for his car, and the boys followed.  As the GTO

turned onto the road, Rob threw a brick from the

border of the flowers around the mail box, and the

rear window of the Pontiac, tempered glass,

collapsed in thousands of bits of glass.



Betty ran to Rob's bathroom and used the hose to

flush out her vagina.  She had never done that

before, but she didn't want any of Devon's sperm in

her.  She didn't think he had ejaculated yet, but

she'd heard that you could get pregnant from pre-

cum.  Then she took a hot shower.



"You all right, Betty?" called Rob through the door.



"Yes, I'll be alright.  I'm taking a shower.  Why

don't you guys go outside?"  When she was done,

she wrapped a towel around herself and went to her

room to dress.



When she came outside, Rob and the boys were

there.  "Should we call the police?  We could use

Richard's phone."



"No, I'll be alright.  Even if we called the police,

it's just my word against his.  And let's not tell

Mom.  She'd only get upset."



"Betty, I don't think you should be alone.  Stick

with us, and let us know if you so much as see

Devon."



On Monday, Rob was called to the principal's

office.  "Rob," he said, "you are being suspended

from school, indefinitely.  You'll have to go with

this policeman."



"Why?  What am I supposed to have done?"



"You and two others are accused of assaulting

Devon.  Since he's black, and you are white, it's

considered to be a hate crime.  Who were the other

two boys?"



"That's bullshit.  If you don't know, I'm not telling

you.  I deny that I assaulted Devon.  It's his word

against mine."



"If you are going to be that way," said the

policeman, "we'll get some hard evidence.  Where

do you live?"



Rob showed the policeman how to get there.  The

cop walked up and down the road by the driveway

and finally stopped, looking at some shards of glass.

"He says he was parked by the side of the road

when you came up and threw a brick through his

back window.  Was he parked across your

driveway?"



"No, he was peeling out of the driveway as fast as

he could."



"When you threw the brick?"



"Yeah."



"Why was he leaving in a hurry, and why did you

throw the brick?"



"He raped my sister."



"Why didn't you phone 911?"



"We don't have a phone.  I was just concerned with

getting him off my sister."



"How did you know it was rape?"



"She was screaming, OK?  She was yelling for him

to get off her."



"And where did this alleged rape occur?"  Rob took

him out back.  The rumpled towel was still there,

and the grass still bore signs of trampling.  The

policeman found the thong, torn.  "This your

sister's?"



"Yeah, she wears it to sunbathe, so she won't have

tan lines that show."



The policeman looked around some more, and

found a tooth.  "He says you hit him with something

and knocked out his tooth.  He sure wasn't in the

road when you did that."



"It was Betty.  She hit him with the hose nozzle."



The policeman noted the hose lying there, looked

for blood on the nozzle, saw none.  Well, I think

you had better come with me down to the station

and make a statement, and we'll have to talk to

your sister."  Richard, Todd, and Betty drove down

to the station after school, and they all made

statements.  Rob was still suspended for the rest of

the week, because the principal couldn't get it

through his head that Rob was not at fault.  Devon

didn't return to school, either.



Betty didn't want it known around school that she

had been raped, and as far as she knew, no one else

knew.  Until Friday.  Mariza and her friends

cornered Betty in the shower, after gym class. 

Quickly, they gagged her and tied her hands behind

her back.  Then they stuffed her into a burlap sack

and carried her out to a car.



When they took the bag off, Betty found herself

somewhere in the woods, near a river.  Mariza was

there with three friends, who all wore masks, paper

bags with eye holes in them.  "You crazy slut, you

seduced my boy friend and then accused him of

rape.  Well, you are going to pay for that."



Betty was still gagged, and she couldn't do much

more than grunt in protest.  They tied a rope to

Betty's bound wrists and threw it over a tree

branch.  They pulled on it until Betty's arms were

pulled painfully up behind her, and she was on tip-

toe.  The pain got worse when the girls spread her

legs and taped her ankles to a long stick to keep her

legs spread.  One of the girls tied a blindfold over

Betty's eyes.  "That way she won't see us.  These

masks are a pain.  Hey, Betty, we aren't going to

kill you, or even do any damage that will show, but

you won't mess with another girl's guy again."



Someone tied a string tightly around each nipple,

and they hung some sort of heavy weight on each

string, so Betty's little breasts were stretched

downward into cones.  It hurt, especially when they

set the set the weights swinging.  Betty heard

someone shucking  an ear of corn, and the knobby

ear was shoved slowly into her vagina.  They

shoved another through her anus, stretching her

painfully until the muscles closed down around the

green leaves of the husk, which hung out of her like

a tail.  All Betty could do was make moaning

noises, which the girls seemed to enjoy.   Betty's

blonde hair hung down, and someone pulled it.  "I'd

cut your hair," she heard Mariza say, "but then

people would know.  You aren't going to tell

anyone, not even your mother, because if you do, at

least some of us will find you and really make you

pay."  Someone worked the corn cop in Betty's

vagina in and out and around and around.  "Next

time, you get fucked with a red hot iron.  Got that,

bitch?"  Betty nodded.



She felt needles being pushed into her taut breasts,

one in each.  Then she heard the flick of a Bic, and

the heat of a flame which heated the needles until

they burned.  Betty screamed though her gag, but

the girls laughed.  They pulled the needles out of

Betty's breasts and inserted them, one each side, in

her labia majora, which were spread by the ear of

corn in her vagina.  Again the flame was applied,

and not only were Betty's labia burned, but her

pubic hair was systematically singed off.  Betty

wondered if she could stand any more pain.

Someone took a stick or narrow board and started

to beat Betty's bottom.  They drove the needles

deeply into her labia, bruised her buttocks, and

pounded against the two corn cobs.  To Betty's

surprise, when they pounded on the cob in her anus,

she had an orgasm, much as she had when Robert

had beaten her with the dildo in her ass, and the

orgasm relaxed her considerably.



She felt them remove the strings from her nipples

and the needles from her labia and then the two ears

of corn.  They cut the rope which held her arms

aloft and passed the end between her legs, pulling it

tight so she was bent backward with the rope

separating her outer labia and mashing the inner

labia.  When they let go, Betty could not move her

feet to catch her balance, and she fell backward into

the leaves of the woods.  The girls took mud from

the river and smeared it all over Betty, in her hair,

over her breasts, rubbing it in, over her belly and

crotch and legs.  Someone cut the tape on the stick

which held her legs apart, and they put her on her

feet.  She felt the burlap bag drawn down over her

head.  They had made a slit in the bottom, so her

head could come through, and the bag covered her

like a mini-dress, barely covering her mud caked,

hairless, vulva.  They removed the gag.  Her wrists

were still tied, and her arms were inside the bag, but

at least she could stand on her feet.



"Well, Betty," said Mariza, "it's Friday night.  You

have all weekend to find your way home.  At least

you have something to wear.  We wouldn't leave

you naked.  Some one might see you and take

advantage of you, rape you."  She laughed.  "Now,

we're leaving.  Count to five hundred before you

move.   If we see you move too soon, we'll come

back and use a few more hot needles.  Got that?

When you do get home, don't tell anyone what

happened."  Betty nodded.



When she judged that her assailants were far

enough away, Betty carefully moved around until

she found a tree trunk.  She rubbed herself against it

until her blindfold slipped loose and hung around

her neck.  At least she could see.  It was not yet

dark.  She had no idea where she was, but she

figured that if she followed the river she would

come to a road or something.  Carefully, for she

was barefoot and did not have the use of her arms if

she slipped, she went down to the river and waded

into the shallow water.  She worried that she might

step on a sharp stick or something, but she squatted

in the water and swished around, until most of the

mud below her waist was washed off.  The pain-

deadening effect of the orgasm had long since

faded, so she was very aware of her abused

openings, her sore nipples, the burns on her now

hairless pubic area.  Carefully, she waded

downstream in the muddy water, until she came to a

highway bridge.  It took a long time to get up the

embankment to the road.  By then it was dark.



A truck passed, and later a car.  They paid no

attention to her, as she walked, barefoot, along the

edge of the road.  Then a car approached from

behind and slowed.  She turned to face it, like a

deer caught in headlights, and red and blue flashing

lights came on.  It was a police car.  "Is your name

Betty?"



"Yes."



"Where have you been?  How did you get here?"



The policeman untied her wrists.  He had to lift the

sack to get at them, so he saw her bare ass, but she

wasn't modest at a time like that.  She got into the

police car while he radioed the police dispatcher

that he had found Betty.  The she had to tell him

about Mariza and the girls in the shower and that

they had taken her to the woods.  She didn't go into

details, about being raped with corn cobs and

having her pubic hair burned off.  "Are you sure

you are alright, not hurt?  I can take you directly to

the hospital."



"I'd rather go home.  How is it you knew my

name?"  He told her that the boy she rode with got

worried when she was late and went to the

principal's office.  The vice-principal checked the

girls' locker room and said she wasn't there, but

later  the janitor found Betty's street clothes and

gym uniform, the shirt with 37 on it, in a waste

container.  She wouldn't go home naked, so it

became a missing persons case.  All the patrol cars

in a three-county area were supposed to be on the

lookout.



Betty's mother, of course, never knew that Betty

didn't come home as usual.  Betty  got cleaned up,

while Rob fried some eggs for her to eat.  She had

to tell him what happened, even showed him her

hairless labia, but she asked him not to tell her

mother.  Fortunately, her mother had left for work

Saturday, before a woman from the county seat

came to their place and asked endless questions.  It

all came out about Devon raping her and then

Devon's girl friend, Mariza, kidnaping her and

raping her with a corn cob.  Betty refused to go for

a medical check up or psychological counseling,

saying that she was all right.  Finally, the woman

left.



They had some supper, and then Betty said to Rob,

"You know, I really am all right, but I feel I'm a

different person.  I've lost my virginity, all three

holes, and God knows how many people have seen

me naked, and my pubic hair is gone.  I'm a

different girl."



"Bummer," said Rob.



"Hold me?"



He hugged her, and later she came to his bedroom.

She handed him a bottle of skin care lotion and

said, "They hurt my breasts."  She peeled off her

shirt. "Would you make it better, please?" Rob tried

to make her feel better.  She wriggled out of her

shorts.  "And rub some on my sore pussy, too." She

wasn't really burned, except where the needles had

penetrated.  "Mmm, that feels good.  Would you

kiss it better?"  She reached down to spread her

labia.  "Oh, I feel much better now," she cooed, as

she rocked her pelvis against his mouth.  "No one

misses a slice off a cut loaf," she whispered to him

as she handed him a condom.

 
Betty, fed up with school

(chap 6)



There mother greeted them when Richard let Rob

and Betty off at the end of the driveway.  "Well,

Rob, how was your first day back at school?"



"Lousy.  The principal wanted me to enter therapy

for anger management and take a drug test.  When I

refused, he said I obviously haven't learned to

control myself, and I'm a danger to other students.

I'm suspended again, until I present a certification

from a psychiatrist that I'm fit to attend school."



"And your day, Betty?"



"Terrible!"  She began to cry.  "At lunch time, girls

I've known for years shunned me.  Someone has

been spreading nasty rumors about me and Devon.

They say I was his whore and that I gave the whole

basketball team blow jobs!   During gym period,

some girls pulled down my panties and said I had

shaved my pubic hair so I wouldn't get crabs when I

sold my body in the city.  I'm never going back to

that school!"



"Did you shave your pubic hair?"



"No, but..."  Her mother would not let up, and Betty

had to tell her how she had been kidnaped and had

her pubic hair singed off.



"You two wait inside.  I'm going to have a word

with the principal" She got in her car and did not

return until after dark.



When she returned, Betty asked, "How did it go at

school, Mom?"



"Not good.  That asshole won't back off even a bit,

and he says that he's not sure you shouldn't be

suspended, too, for moral turpitude.  I'm afraid I

lost my temper.  I told him I'm withdrawing you

both from school."



"Mom, what will we do?  We have to attend

school?"



"I'm working on that."



"I know," said Rob, "you just happen to know a

lawyer who will help you sue the school for a

million dollars."  Rob was amazed how many men

his mother knew, and how few women.



"Well, I thought of that, but I think I have another

plan.  It will mean moving away, but you could be

much better off."  Of course she had to explain.

"There's a foreign man who stops by the inn to see

me from time to time, takes me out, after work."

Rob and Betty both guessed he paid her for her

company. "He's asked me several times to go and

live with him, but I've always refused, saying I have

two teen-age children to worry about.  He's said

you could live there, too, but...  Well, you know that

I'd be embarrassed to have you see me... you, know,

being an adulteress.  He's married."  Rob and Betty

both grinned.  "It wouldn't gross you out?  He's

very wealthy."



"Wouldn't bother me," said Rob, "as long as I don't

have to go back to Cressville Central School."



"I feel the same way," said Betty.



"Well, nothing is decided on, yet.  I've arranged to

have lunch with him and his wife tomorrow, and I'd

like you to get dressed up and come with me to meet

him.  If he likes you and wants to take us as a

package deal, I'll let you decide whether we move or

not.  OK?"



They met at noon, at a restaurant which was fancier

than any Rob or Betty had ever eaten at.  Rob wore

a nice shirt and slacks, while Betty wore her nice

summer dress and wore her hair in a braid down her

back.  "Rob, Betty, this is Mr. Jan van Delft and his

wife, Claire.  These are my children."  The teens said

hello and how nice to meet them.  Claire van Delft

was a small woman in a wheelchair.  It seemed both

legs were amputated above the knee. 



"Call me Jan," he said. When they had eaten, Jan

said, "Let me explain to your children what I

propose, if Claire approves.  Rob, Betty, I've been

acquainted with your mother for some time, as our

family usually spends time each summer at the lake,

and Claire and I have eaten at the restaurant where

she works.  However, last winter, Claire and my son

  he was about your age, Rob --- were in a terrible

automobile accident.  Jan Jr. wasn't wearing his seat

belt.  He was killed.  As you can see, Clair was

seriously  injured."



Clair interrupted.  "Jan does his best to take care of

me, but he has other things to do.  He's writing a

book.  I can't keep house any longer, and I need

someone, a sort of companion, who can bring me

things and help me get in and out of my chair, in the

bathroom or my bedroom.  I know being a single

mother and working dreadful hours in a restaurant

isn't the best of situations.  So, to get to the point,

Jan and I would like you to come and work for us.

We'll pay you more than you make as a waitress,

and you can live with us, all expenses paid,  and be a

sort of cook and housekeeper.  Of course, we would

want the three of you.  Rob, you could be our

handyman and push my chair.  Jan would love to be

a sort of surrogate father, take you fishing  and all

that.  Betty, you seem to be a very nice girl, and I

would love to have you be my companion.  Would

you like that?"



Mom said, "But you will only be at the lake until

fall."



"Yes, then we'll move to our flat in Amsterdam and,

later, to our place in the south of France.  We would

expect you to come with us, of course."



"What about the children's schooling?"



"That's no problem.  They can take a

correspondence course.  Calvert has a good one,

accepted by any university.  Consider how

educational it will be to travel, to visit museums all

over Europe." 



"Sounds good to me," said Rob.



"I think I'd enjoy being your companion, Mrs. Van

Delft," said Betty.



"Call me Claire."



Mom said, "It's a deal."



"Why don't I show you our house?" said Jan.



Fifty years ago, the lake shore had been populated

with little cabins, mainly used for hunting and

fishing and left empty all winter.  Now, there was

electricity, water, and sewers, and the cabins had

been replaced with opulent houses, each different,

some occupied year around.  Jan's "cabin" was a

rambling two-story  house, built on the slope

overlooking the lake, with a walk-out basement and

a separate three-car garage and a stable and a boat

house.  Rob pushed Claire up the new ramp at the

front door.  Betty gave a low whistle of approval

when they entered a great room with deer antlers and

a fireplace about eight feet wide.  Jan said, "Clair

sleeps in the master suite on this floor.  If you don't

mind, Betty, you can sleep there or in the adjacent

bedroom, where you can hear Claire if she should

call for help.  I usually sleep in my study downstairs.

I like to work late at night.  Rob, you and your

mother can have your choice of four bedrooms

upstairs."



"Look out the window, Rob, horses!"



"The horses aren't mine.  I allow a neighbor to keep

them here, but if you would like to ride..."



While their mother went to work at the inn, Betty

and Rob said good-by to Richard and Todd and

Jimmy.  Then they packed up their clothing and

personal treasures, using cardboard cartons.  Their

mother would use the two suitcases they owned.

When she got home, after midnight, she had given

notice that she would quit as soon as her boss could

find a replacement.  Before she went to bed, she

carefully packed the video cassettes of Betty's

performance with Robert.  As soon as she got up in

the morning, she took the children to Jan's house,

an hour's drive, and unloaded their things.



Mom gave Jan a kiss on the cheek and

left for work.  Rob and Betty reported for duty

upstairs. Claire responded as if she had two new

toys.  "I'll bet you would like to go for a swim.

Why don't you get on your bathing suits, and then

Rob can wheel me down to the beach.  I'm afraid I

can't be much of a lifeguard, but if you are both

there. It should be all right."



Jan joined her, and they sat together watching Betty

and Rob trying out the diving board.  Neither teen

had any experience with diving boards, though they

had learned to swim passably well in the river.

"They are beautiful children, Jan, "said Claire, "but

so..."



"Lower class?" suggested Jan, finishing her

sentence.  "You can polish them up a bit.  We'll be

eating  out tonight, and we can all go shopping for

decent clothes for them.  We'll need passport

applications for them, too."



"Yes, and then we'll burn that dreadful bathing suit

of Betty's," said Claire with a lilt in her voice.

"Jan, I'm glad you found them.  But where is their

mother?"



"She went to work, but she said she gave her notice

at the restaurant, and she'll be back here to sleep."

 

By the time they got home from eating and

shopping, Claire was very tired and wanting to go to

bed.  She was happy to have Rob push her

wheelchair, and she had enjoyed shopping for

her "new children."  Rob went to his new room,

upstairs.  Betty helped Claire get ready for bed,

helping her get undressed and use the toilet.  "Jan

must be so pleased to have someone else to help me

with the messy bits.  He never complains, but I know

he finds me disgusting. From time to time, we have

hired a nurse, we couldn't find a good one here in

America.  Will you please stay here, sleep with me?"



"He doesn't sleep with you?"



"No. Since the accident, normal marital relations are

very difficult, and he finds me... well, he can't

perform very well when I'm paralysed below the

waist.  I expect he sees other women.  I imagine he

knows your mother better than he lets on."



"You don't mind?"



"I may be dead below the waist, but he isn't.  He

should have some sort of sex life."



"Do you get very lonely?  I mean, uh, do you miss,

uh, you know."



Claire smiled, "Betty, I have dear friend, named Mr.

Sybian.  I'll introduce you one day soon.  It has

been too long since I've seen him, because I need

help with him."



"I don't understand," said Betty, helping Claire into

bed.



"You will."



The teens were pretty sure that Jan must have "slept"

with their mother some time in the early morning.

Jan seemed particularly pleased with life, as  he

arranged a short private reunion for the family

before Mom left for work.



"Children, is it going to work out all right?"



"It's great," said Rob.  "I don't mind pushing Claire

in her chair.  It's kind of cool."



Betty reported: "I didn't realize what's involved in

being a companion to Claire, but I can handle that.

It makes me feel useful.  She bought me some

beautiful clothes.  I like it here.  How about you,

Mom?"



"If you like it, I'll like it, Betty.  I haven't even

begun to keep house."



"Let me rephrase that, Mom.  Is Jan happy with the

situation?"



"Oh, yes, he's very happy.  He says it combines a

maximum of temptation with a maximum of

opportunity.  Hey, I've got to go now.  Enjoy

yourselves."



Rob was sure that he wanted to stay when he met

the pretty girl, Cathy Kelly,  who owned one of the

horses.  She said she'd teach him to ride.  Betty was

sure she wanted to stay when she met Mr. Sybian.



After dinner, Claire had Betty get her undressed and

bathed.  Still naked, she handed Betty a key.  "Open

the door of that chest and roll out what's inside."

Betty unlocked the door, and she found a half

cylinder, horizontal on a specially built box with

casters, so it could be moved.  It was black, covered

with leather-like plastic, and it had a control box on

a three-foot cord and a power cord.  "Plug it in over

there.  In the drawer is a tray of accessories.  Bring

the tray and put it on the bed, next to my chair."

Claire selected a plastic thing about two inches in

diameter and three or four inches tall.  It looked like

Rob's  penis.  "Put it there.  You see how it goes.

Squirt some of that lubricant on it.  That's it.  Now,

roll Mr. Sybian over here, in front of the chair.

That's it.  Help me into the saddle."  Betty lifted

Claire as best she could, and Claire settled down

astride Mr. Sybian with the plastic penis inside her

and her stumps either side of the "saddle".  "You see,

Betty, it's a curious thing.  I can't feel Mr. Sybian,

and he certainly can't feel me, but good sex is in the

head, and somehow my brain responds, even if I

can't feel it, down there."    She took the control box

and set the thing to vibrating. Betty just stared.  Then

Claire increased the stroke, and the penis pumped in

and out.  Then it started moving in circles, too, and

Betty took hold of Claire's shoulders, afraid she

might fall off.  "That's it.  Good girl.  But would you

hold my breasts, instead of my shoulders?"  Betty

took her place behind Claire, astride the machine,

reaching forward over Claire's shoulders to hold her

breasts.  "Yes, Betty, hold tight. Squeeze."  Betty

could watch the scene in a full length mirror.  She

could see the plastic penis churning inside Claire,

the sweat on Claire's  chest, the flush that came over

her as she screamed, "Yes!"  She writhed in Betty's

grasp and then relaxed, letting Mr. Sybian rest too.



"When Jan tries to satisfy me, I can't  feel him,

nerve damage, you know, but Mr. Sybian is very

strong, and he never gets tired."  Claire fingered the

controls, and Mr. Sybian sprang into action again.

Betty was amazed; Claire had four body-drenching

orgasms before she dropped the control box.  "Oh,

that was good.  Now, help me into bed, will you?"

Betty lifted Clair off the penis and got her onto the

bed.



"Now, Betty, take off the...uh, Johnson, and wash it

off in the bathroom sink.   Good.  Put it in the

drawer and take out the smaller one, that looks like

a finger."



"You going to ride Mr. Sybian again?"



"No, Betty, you are.  You deserve it, after all the

hard work you have done for me.  Put the thingy on

the saddle and spread a little lube on it.  That's

right.  Now, strip."  Betty took off her clothes,

folding everything neatly, and stood there naked.  It

did not occur to her to disobey, but she had her

doubts about riding Mr. Sybian.  "You look so pretty

naked.  Reminds me of my younger days. OK, hold

the control in one hand and saddle up."  Betty stood

astride the little penis and carefully lowered herself,

feeling the cool rubbery phallus sliding into her.

Finally, all her weight was on the black saddle, and

the small dildo was inside her.  Unlike the ear of

corn, it did not hurt.  It was hardly more than a

tampon.  "Start it vibrating, gently, and then just go

with what feels good, until you have as many

orgasms as you want."



"Claire, I'm not very experienced.  I can't make

myself come.  What if I don't have an orgasm?"  


"You will.  Mr. Sybian never gets tired."  The

machine started to hum, and Betty's concerned

frown slowly changed to a smile.  She increased the

action, until she felt as if she were riding a bucking

bull in a rodeo.



"OH! God!" Betty cried, as she was wracked by

waves of passion.  She did not slow it, and the

orgasms seemed to merge, one after another, until,

suddenly exhausted, she turned it off and slumped,

limp, in the saddle. 



After several minutes, Claire said, "I guess you

enjoyed your ride.  You certainly were vocal."



"Oh, yes.  I've never experienced anything like that

before."



"It can be habit forming, Betty, but as long as you

are being my nurse and helping me, the least I can

do in appreciation is to share Mr. Sybian.  We have

one at each of our homes.  Now, go wash off the

accessory, and put it somewhere safe.  It can be

yours alone, and we'll order some different ones, if

you like.  There are even some that will stimulate

your anus and clitoris while it fucks your cunt.  We

only use language like that in the privacy of the

bedroom, right?"



"Whatever you say, Claire." Betty patted Mr. Sybian

affectionately and put him away, convinced that this

place was as good as heaven. 







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