Betty’s cunt was contracting and releasing, moving the balls all by itself and she pushed the plastic pipe hard into her asshole and held it there. Her pulsating pussy went into convulsions. Her fingers were against her clit but it was her twat that was moving, not her fingers. Her head was thrown back and the muscles in her neck were standing out like long fingers. Heavy oil flowed from her cunt and burned its way down around the syringe in her ass and on down to the pillow under her hips.
Slowly the feeling passed and she reined, pulling the pillow from under her hips and the pipe from her ass. She lay down to enjoy the weight of the golf balls in her cunt.
Oh, that was good, she thought. I feel as good as I did when those guys left me in that garage. Wait a minute! They had a gun, a pistol! They were raping me! That’s what I couldn’t remember!
She sat upright in the bed, all four golf balls floating from her cunt on the stream of cunt juice. Those teens had a gun, she thought. Now, let’s see if I can remember just what happened. It was almost dark and I went out to get some clothes off the line and I felt something against my back. And somebody said, “Drop them clothes and get in that garage,” and I did. I looked back and saw those two guys and the gun and I dropped the clothes and went to the garage. Then he told me to get my clothes off and I did while the other one spread the blanket.
Oh, God, it’s all coming back to me now. The one that spread the blanket, the one with the black hair, pulled off his clothes and took the gun and held it while the redhead got his clothes off. The guy with red hair, the one called Andy, got between my legs and told me he wanted a piece of pussy and he was going to fuck me and his friend was going to fuck me and if it wasn’t good they were going to kill me. And then he started and I was excited and scared and I had to help him, and it was good and I loved it… oh, God! All these years and I didn’t know what happened.
She started sobbing, crossed her arms around her knees and leaned over and started crying aloud.
CHAPTER 9
Billy ran from his room in his pajama bottoms. At the same time Joan came out into the hall in her thin gown. “What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I don’t know. It’s Mom.”
They ran to Betty’s room and turned on the light. Betty was sitting in the middle of the bed, crying. She was nude. And she was shaking.
“What is it, Mom?” asked Joan as she ran to her mother and put her anus around her.
Billy sat on the side of the big bed, his hand on his mother’s naked shoulder.
Betty sniffed and lifted her head. “Oh, kids. After all these years I’ve finally remembered something that happened when you were just kids,” she sobbed.
“What was it, Mom?” asked Billy. “Is it all that bad?”
“All those months with the psychiatrist I couldn’t remember. It’s the reason we had to leave Midville, the reason your father and I broke up. I never knew what happened until just now.”
“Tell us about it, Mom. It’ll make you feel better,” said Joan as she picked up the syringe and golf balls and put them on the floor. “Get it off your chest.”