 |
|||
|
|
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.
|
|
|