Betty Jo Hatfield was a nice girl. She had a nice face, nice hair, nice tits, and a nice ass. But most of all she had a nice attitude, just like her momma taught her. Living way back in the Arkansas Ozarks, in a county that didn’t have even one stop light, Momma was “old school”. Life was hard enough without making more trouble so you took care of your men every way they needed it cuz you needed them to take care of you. The Hatfield genes were good at making strong bodies but weren’t real good in the brains department, especially when they got mixed back together a little too much. But Betty Jo was nice and that helped her a lot in her life.
She was twenty-one! She’d heard that you should think about your life on birthdays so that is what she did. Figgurin new things out wasn’t easy but she had a very good memory and when she did larn something she could do it well. So she thunk back as far as she could ‘member...
When she was little in that small house in a holler she thought she remembered a different Paw than now. She had two older brothers who didn’t look much like her and the two much younger ones. Ma never said nothin about that and she was too nice to ask.
Being as the house was so small there wasn’t much privacy. Baths in the summer were in the crick and in the winter in the big washtub. She eventually noticed that she and Ma had some different body parts than the rest and peed different too. One day Ma was goin to the crick to take a bath and asked Betty Jo to look after the boys. Pa and the older boys were gone away fer a while, and the little ones were nappin so she follered Ma so’s to take a bath herself.
When she got to the crick the nice neighbor man was there too and he had no clothes on. Ma laid down and put her knees up and the neighbor man got right ‘tween her legs. His butt started going up and down, Ma’s tits got to floppin and they was both a’moanin. After a while his butt tightened up a few times and Ma shook and held on to him real tight. Their moanin got real loud for a little bit.
When they got up to get in the crick Betty Jo slipped away home. She had heard Ma make those moanin’ sounds when Pa took her behind the curtain to their bed even when it wasn’t sleeping time and then the bed creaked a lot too. When she wondered, Ma said that she was “takin’ care of her man” and “wimmen folk don’t talk about such stuff nohow” with no further explanation.
Her body started changing. The beginnings of breasts and other curves slowly appeared. When the kids went swimmin the older boys would sometimes get “stiffies” and would stand in front of her pumping their hands on them until white stuff shot out of the end, then their “dicks” would go soft again. She couldn’t do that and persuaded them to let her help. The oldest one was getting hair at his crotch too.
After a while she asked why dicks did that. Knowing enough to be dangerous, big brother said that was how Ma “took care of” Pa but in a different way. Girls had a special place that made a dick feel real good. Betty Jo was puzzled so she laid down on the grass and they all inspected her crotch. Sure enuf, right under her pee hole was another opening. Big brother pushed his finger in and Betty Jo said it felt funny but good. Her other brother moved his finger in and out and that felt even better.
Big brother said that the next brother’s stiffie was about the size of their fingers so maybe it would fit. Sure nuff, it did but went only part way in until it bumped up agin somethin. Betty Jo liked it moving in and out so she asked him to keep doing it and he shot the first semen ever inside her. She had loosened up so big brother put his bigger stiffie part way in and dumped a much bigger load. They wanted another turn and she wanted to be nice to them all. It did feel good.
This became a daily game. One day it got pretty vigorous and one of them pushed too hard, broke through that blockage, and was fully buried in her cunt. Wow! It hurt for a moment but felt so much better it didn’t matter. The other brother was soon balls deep too and Betty Jo was so proud to make them feel so good. It was pleasant for her but they never lasted long enough for her to discover her own orgasm.
In the summer it was easy to find a time and place for the daily “duty” that each teenage boy wanted. Swimmin and fuckin went together real good cause they could rinse off the mess easier. In the winter there was school so a good time was when Ma was busy getting it from Pa. One or more brothers would slip into Betty Jo’s bed and dip their tallywhacker into her twitchet and shoot their stuff. Or they would go the two holer together and she would sit on their lap to do it.
Finally the “curse” that Ma talked about started so she was out of commission from time to time. Oldest brother had learned about cornholing and sucking off. Betty Jo chose the latter and found it was also useful when time was short because she could get the two boys to shoot together, one at each end.
After a few months Betty Jo’s period didn’t come when she expected it. That didn’t bother her as much as the throwin up.
Ma hadn’t noticed that her daughter was getting ridden hard and left wet but soon figured out that she was knocked up. While Pa beat the shit out of the older brothers, Ma took the girl to a backwoods abortionist who terminated the pregnancy but also any hope of future ones as well. Her recovery was slow, so Ma, not wanting her boys to get “blue balls”, did her duty by fucking them when Pa wasn’t around. A woman must take care of her men, a principle strongly impressed on her daughter.
In time, Betty Jo got her brothers back in the saddle again. Ma was getting sickly so Betty Jo dropped out of school to help her. She was four grades behind anyway so that book larnen was kinda waste of time. Ma had lots of household duties to teach her. Besides, cashflow on that rockscrabble place was pretty poor since none of the men could find or keep a real job. Seemed like the more they hung around the place the more often their peckers needed drainin. Betty Jo didn’t mind because the boys’ poles were getting bigger and they shore were happy when they shot that stuff in her, but it got messy sometimes.
The neighbor family in the next holler offered her a cash job. Their ma had run off with a travelling bible salesman. The man ran a popular still with the help of his two teenage sons and they needed a woman bad ... for ALL the household reasons. They had money and offered ten dollars a week for two meals a day and housecleaning. She got Sunday off. With all the male juice injections she was gettin at home her body had ripened nicely. Her wardrobe wasn’t much so her pretty parts got showed off a bit too.
It wasn’t long before the ogling and groping got her to figger out that these three horny hillbillys needed “takin care of” like her family. She did ask for ten dollars a week more since she would have to spend extra time there.
The first day of her new duties she didn’t get any housework done and only one meal got cooked but her employer didn’t complain. When she got home she told Ma to take care of the boys ‘cause her crotch was too sore. She had to cut her on-the-job “carin’s” to once a day each so she could get the rest of her work done. Wearin her short skirts made it easier to just bend over a table and let em pump in her puss. Puttin a rag in her undies to soak up all the juice kept it from arunnin down her legs too.
Ma got sicker and asked Betty Jo to “take care of Pa” along with the boys, so when Ma died she just moved into his bed. Pa was now getting some younger, better, and cheaper pussy than from them married whores down at the bar.
He was smart enuf to know she was abangin’ the boys and neighbors so he tried to get her pussy first thing when it was fresher. He was bigger and lasted longer than any of the other cunt fillers she got and he made it tingle more. He still didn’t make her do the moaning and shakin like she seen Ma do. None of the other peckers did that either ... they just pumped and shot their stuff in her and pulled out. Ma had showed her how to rinse her man pleaser so she did that after banging the boys, so they would sleep well, and that way Pa got clean, though tired, pussy.
Her neighbors got busted by the sheriff when their product quality dropped. The nice deputy found out she wasn’t part of that family or business so he took down her information and sent her home.
The next day Deputy Billy Bob stopped by her place and said she needed to come to the office to answer some questions. He reassured Pa that she wasn’t in trouble. It was kind of fun to be riding in a police car and, after answering some questions she could have been asked at home, she was treated to lunch at McDonalds, a first time experience for the backwoods girl. During lunch and on the roundabout drive home, the deputy asked a lot of questions not related to the crime, but since he was the police she answered honestly.
He was single, not particularly good looking, and hadn’t had a real girlfriend ... in other words, he was a virgin. He asked her to dinner on Saturday, the first real date she’d ever had.
Pa wasn’t too sure about this development but did his best to be helpful. She altered one of Ma’s Sunday dresses and got all clean at the swimmin’ hole.
When Billy Bob’s fairly new truck pulled up, and he held the door for her, she was thrilled. Dinner at IHOP, the deputy’s favorite place, was a marvelous experience ... ALL those choices right there in color pictures on the menu and she didn’t have to cook!
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