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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."
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