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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)
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