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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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