Betty Lou Pt 7

BETTY LOU Pt 7 By Carol Collins Friday morning: Mrs. Ruth Dalton was late for the School Board Meeting. She had never before been late and, when she arrived, everyone was worried about her. She appeared to be suffering from some sort of an illness. Her clothing was not impeccably pressed, as it usually was and appeared to be haphazardly chosen and the top two buttons on her blouse were not buttoned. Her hair was not arranged in the orderly style that she normally wore and a thin coating of perspiration shone on her face as she entered the room. Some of the board members thought she probably had the flu. One even thought that she had suffered a stroke as she slowly shuffled to her chair at the head table. Ruth Dalton sat down very gently so as not to drive the gigantic black butt plug any deeper into her bowels. Outwardly, she was dressed in her conservative matronly clothing. Underneath, she was anything but conservative or matronly. The previous evening, Principal June Whitewell had used her laser to burn off all of the older redhead's pubic hair. Then, her clitoris hood was pierced, an anti-septic suave was applied to seal up the wound and a two inch golden ring was mounted through the hole. The high school principal had even super glued the catch mechanism to make it nearly impossible to remove the ring. Next, a deadening spray was used on the older woman's large over-sized nipples and they were pierced, suaved and a two-inch ring was also mounted in each enormous nipple. During all this time, the bound school board member could not cry out because Jill Fullers black silk panties were stuffed into her mouth as a gag. After the piercings, June Whitewell had taken two large hypodermic needles from a cabinet, filled them with a fluid from a bottle and injected it into Ruth Dalton's nearly non-existent mammary glands. "Ruth, you have been flat-chested your entire life. Since men are so infatuated with women's large breasts, they probably ignored your other feminine charms. That explains why you turned to religion instead of becoming the slut that you should have been. Well, a great deal of medical research is being done in China. I don't suppose that I told you that I was almost a medical doctor? No? Forgive me. Of course you can't answer with Jill's panties in your mouth." Jill Fuller, wearing only her wispy black silk garter belt, nylon stockings and high heel shoes, had stood beside the medical examination table and watched as her accuser of sex with a Black student was pierced and injected with breast growth hormones. Jill's clit was still tingling from the workout that it had gotten as she sat on Ruth Dalton's face. Jill's cunt juices were still glistening around the older redhead's mouth and nose even though she had a pair of black silky panties stuffed into her mouth to muffle her cries during the piercings and injections. June Whitewell was saying, "The injections into your breasts will make them grow. My brother, who completed his internship and went into medical research, was the only westerner working at a research center in northern China. He returned last month and was able to sneak out some new discoveries. He left them with me for safekeeping. I think he will be grateful when I tell him that I found a test subject for the breast growth hormone. Plus, for the first time in your life, Ruth, you'll have tits bigger than a nine year old girl." The School Board Chairman had to repeat himself, "Mrs. Dalton, are you feeling okay?" Ruth Dalton stopped thinking of what had happened to her over the last twenty-four hours and said, "I may have a touch of the flu or something. My apologies. Thank you for asking. May we please settle the issue of Coach Fuller so that I can leave early?" The chairman called Jill Fuller to sit in the chair in front of the school board. Jill's relatively short blonde hair was perfectly arranged. Her make-up was attractive, yet, subdued. She wore a conservative dark blue wool business suit, a white silk blouse buttoned all the way to her throat, nylon stockings and two-inch heel pumps. She even carried a copy of the Bible in her right hand as she took her seat. Jill Fuller looked as pure and innocent as fresh snow. Sitting directly behind her was her husband to show his support for his wife, the mother of his three beautiful young daughters, who were also present. Before the chairman could read the charges against the ex-cheerleader coach, Ruth Dalton spoke, "If I may, I think that I can bring this case to a quick closure. It was all a miss understanding. I realize now that Coach Fuller and a student were on their knees having a prayer session in her office when we opened the door and startled them so much that they fell over. Since the male student appeared to be on top of Coach Fuller, I jumped to the wrong conclusion. I apologize to Coach Fuller, her husband, her beautiful children, Principal Whitewell, the student who was only praying and this school board. I make a motion that Coach Fuller is re-instated immediately." Ruth had recited the speech exactly as Principal Whitewell had written it. Her mind was very much bothered that she had lied about what had actually happened, however, what had been done to her body in the last twenty-four hours had broken her will. The school board had little choice other than to re-instate Jill Fuller as the cheerleader coach and high school guidance counselor. The vote was unanimous. Coach Fuller stood up and asked. "If I may, I would like to address the School Board?" She was given permission to speak by the chairman. "I wish to thank Mrs. Dalton for clearing my good name. I am sure, that in the future, we shall become very close friends. Also, Mrs. Emma Turner did such an excellent job as substitute cheerleader coach; I would like to have her as assistant coach as soon as her salary can be included in the budget. I will report back to work on Monday morning." Before leaving the room, Jill Fuller had a bright and pretty smile as she added, "I want to thank the school board for giving me the opportunity to work closely with the young ladies who are cheerleaders today and will be community leaders tomorrow. I shall enjoy molding their minds." When the school board's agenda turned to mundane business, Ruth Dalton excused herself and began shuffling towards the exit. The huge black butt plug that Jill Fuller had slowly forced up her rectum was held in by straps around her thighs and waist and was locked in place with small padlocks. Ruth had to walk slightly bent over, swaying her bottom, which caused her thighs to rub against her clit hood ring. The redheaded woman was concentrating on reaching the safety of her car before she had another mind-blowing orgasm. On the way into the building, she had an orgasm and nearly fell to the floor. She had grabbed at a near by water fountain and pretended to be getting a drink as her orgasm passed through her. She had then continued to the boardroom even though her face was flushed red and was shining due to a coating of perspiration. Jill Fuller kissed her sweet supportive husband and asked him to take their three daughters to the day care center before kissing each of them goodbye. It was not difficult for the younger cheerleader coach to overtake Ruth Dalton just as she reached her automobile. Jill removed the small radio frequency remote control unit from her hollowed out Bible and pressed the vibrate button as the older redhead was gently sitting down in the driver's seat of her four-door Buick. Ruth had not known that the butt plug was a remote controlled vibrator. She squealed so loudly that if any one else had been in the vicinity, they would have come running. Coach Fuller leaned down to put her pretty blonde head into the still open door of the Dalton sedan and said, "Quiet, slut! I just turned on your vibrating butt plug and you squeal like a stuck pig. Scoot your ass over to the passenger seat. I'll drive." Ruth's body was shaking too much to operate a motor vehicle, so, she slowly did as she was ordered. Mrs. Ruth Dalton spent most of the remainder of the day eating the cheerleader coach's hairless pussy and cumming with the giant black butt plug in her forever stretched rectum. Friday afternoon: School let out for the weekend and Alonzo Jones got a bonus. Included with his prize of having Betty Lou Turner as a sex slave for the entire weekend was the addition of a cute little redhead. He had spent the last two days helping to break in Linda Sue Dalton and was ready to take her to the next stage of slut training. It would be a weekend that all three would remember for the rest of their lives. At the Turner family home, Emma arrived from school at three-thirty to find Samson waiting on her. "I told you that I would be back this weekend," he said with a grin as she invited him inside, unlocked her door and they entered the house. No sooner had the door closed than he had the blonde wife and mother in his strong Black arms and they were sharing a passionate kiss. Samson's large Black hands slowly slid down the married white woman's shapely back to her curved bottom. Both of Emma's arms were wrapped around the Black police detective's thick neck as his long tongue stroked in and out of her throat. Their lips never parted as Samson picked up the blonde woman by her round bottom, and carried her to the living room sofa. Mrs. Emma Turner's conversion was complete. Her nipple rings kept her nipples hard all the time. If she wore panties, the crotch band caused her clitoris hood ring to rub her clit every time she moved, which kept her cunt well lubricated and made her horny all the time. If she did not wear panties like today, or wore crotchless panties, the clit ring was large enough for her thighs to move it back and forth as she walked which also made her horny all the time. Plus, all the things she had been forced to do over the last week had broken her will and conditioned her mind to accept her, and her daughter's, new roles as submissive sluts. Within five minutes, Samson had the white woman's outer clothing on the floor and she was kneeling on the floor in only her white lace garter belt, long cinnamon colored nylon stockings and high heel pumps as she eagerly sucked his long Black cock while he sat on the sofa and unbuttoned his shirt. "What the Hell is going on here?!?!?" The passionate interracial couple were interrupted in what they were doing as they turned their heads to see who had almost shouted the question. Standing in the doorway to the living room was a short little middle-aged white man with a receding hairline and an enraged expression on his face. A strand of saliva stretched between Emma Turner's soft red lips and the head of Samson's big Black cock as she exclaimed, "Melvin! You said that you were coming home next weekend. What are you doing home now?" A look of absolute horror was painted on the white man's face as he stepped farther into the room to better see what his wife was doing with such a well-endowed Black man. "Some road construction machinery broke down and the boss told us to go home a week early. I figured that I would come home and surprise my family. My God, Emma! You were sucking a Negro's dick! We have been married all these years and you never once sucked mine! And, look how you're dressed! I once bought you some sexy lingerie and you called me perverted. What the Hell is going on here?!?!?" Melvin Turner realized that his deeply religious and faithful loving wife was now a Black cock sucking whore and his emotions over came his common sense as he ran at the much larger Black man and tried to take a swing at him. Samson had no trouble ducking the wild swing and following through with a blow that knocked the smaller white husband unconscious. Detective Samuel Samson rolled Melvin Turner over and handcuffed his hands behind his back. "Normally, Principal Whitewell would gag the person with a pair of used panties. We can't do that because you did not wear panties to work today. We'll have to improvise; hand me my boxer shorts from where you took them off of me." When Mister Turner awoke from his nap, he had a flavorful pair of freshly used men's boxers stuffed into his mouth as a gag and was in the back seat of an unmarked police car as it was entering the Whitewell drive way. When Samson had called the high school principal to tell her about Emma Turner's husband coming home a week early, she had a brilliant idea and told the police detective to deliver Emma's hubby to her home. June Whitewell met the police detective car as it pulled up to her backdoor. She held a loaded hypodermic needle behind her back until officer Samson removed the gagged and handcuffed irate white husband from the back seat. "Hold him." She ordered as she jabbed the needle into his arm. Melvin attempted to struggle but was held firm by the much larger Black man. As June pulled the needle out, she added, "That is a tranquillizer that will make him easier to control as we proceed. Bring him to the basement." Emma Turner was biting her fingernails as she watched her husband being led to the Whitewell basement medical room. They had been married for many years and she was concerned for his safety. Melvin was groggy as his clothing was removed. The handcuffs were unlocked and his nude body was strapped down on the medical examination table. June Whitewell retrieved several more hypodermic needles and three bottles from her cabinet. After filling the needles from the bottles, she injected retrovirus hormonal solutions into each breast and buttock. Next, the breast enlargement fluids were injected into Melvin Turner's male breasts. The last injection was one developed for brainwashing prisoners. A pair of earphones was clamped over his ears and a repeating mp3 player began whispering instructions into his ears, as the room seemed to swirl about him. June Whitewell ushered the Black police detective and the concerned wife from her basement medical room. "The drugs will complete the transformation within a week," she said. "In the mean time, Officer Samson, you will need to take care of a few details." Friday evening, six months later: Detective Samuel Samson and his new bride, Emma Samson, were hosting a large party at their recently purchased home to celebrate their new swimming pool. There were approximately thirty people in attendance. Most of the guests were nude. Many were engaging in various sexual acts. Others were observing the delightful activities. The privacy fence surrounding the property made sure that the party would be discreet. Along side the pool, laying on a chaise lounge, was a very pretty Chinese girl that appeared to be a teenager. Her pregnant nude body was coated in perspiration and male sperm. Her giant pierced nipples capped her huge breasts as they rose and fell as she breathed deeply as another orgasm racked her shapely body. Her almond colored eyes were wide open as she gazed up at the star filled night sky. Her long luxurious black hair was fanned out around her head and draped to the concrete pavement. Her swollen belly was five months pregnant and a beautiful blonde teenager sucked the Chinese girl's cum filled hairless cunt, causing Mai Ling's latest huge orgasm. Betty Lou raised her pretty head as she said, "Wow, Daddy! You sure do have a great tasting pussy!" The Chinese girl smiled and responded with, "Thank you, Betty Lou," as she raised her head high to see over her rounded tummy. "Daddy! That is, Mai Ling, you know that Principal Whitewell wants you to always speak in pigeon English." "So sorry, Missy Betty Lou." When Mister Melvin Turner had been strapped to the medical table all those months ago, June Whitewell had injected him with retrovirus vectored genetic modifiers, which had transformed him from a middle aged white male into a very pretty teenaged Chinese female. For many years, the married couples in China had selectively conceived mostly male children because sons would better provide for them in their old age. The result was eighty million more marriage aged males than females. The Chinese government had funded the genetic research to allow volunteer males the chance to change gender. When June Whitewell's brother smuggled some of the drugs from the Chinese research center and shipped them to his sister for safekeeping, he had not anticipated that she would put them to use. Mai Ling struggled to her high-heeled feet, pinned her maid's cap to her head, picked up the tray of drinks that had been sitting for over half an hour and went to the kitchen to get fresh drinks. Her old persona was officially dead. The same day she had been injected with drugs, Melvin Turner's work truck was driven into the local river and, even though his body was never found, police detective Samuel Samson swore that he had seen the middle aged white man go under and not come back up. Judge Morris declared Mister Turner legally dead and Robert Rainey, the insurance man, paid a major settlement to widow Emma Turner. Melvin became a young Chinese girl with no proof of American citizenship. Luckily, his wife gave him a job as a maid until he could acquire a visa. Mai Ling was Black bred every day and became pregnant within a month of her transformation. As Mai Ling passed by a group of chairs arranged in a circle, she saw most of the cheerleaders on their knees giving blowjobs. Each of their fathers sat in a chair as a pretty young thing sucked his little white dick. Every two minutes, the girls would rotate one chair over. The father that managed to last until his own daughter was sucking his cock would be declared the winner and would get to fuck the girl of his choosing up her tight young ass. Once again, Judge Morris won. Blow jobs for the fathers was a game invented by Jill Fuller to keep them busy while their wives were having their brains fucked out in the house's bedrooms by the Black members of the high school basketball team. As Judge Morris slid his greased pecker up Diane Suttons shapely butt, Ruth Morris, the Judge's new horny older redheaded bride wrapped her arms and legs tightly around a young Black male teenager as the dome shaped head of his uncircumcised Black cock fired salvo after salvo of potent Black seed into her still fertile womb. His chest almost crushed Ruth's D-cup breasts as his course chest hair stimulated her enormous pierced nipples. Her eyes were nearly bulging out of her head and her face was crimson red as she was also cumming. The other white wives matched her squeals of ecstasy. Back at the pool, Emma Samson was watching as Linda Sue Dalton, Ruth's little slut grand daughter, was sucking her new husband's big Black cock. Betty Lou had finished making the rounds, checking to see if any of the guests needed a blowjob, a fuck or, if they were female, their pussy eaten. Each party goer had orgasms more than once and the party was a huge success. Betty Lou had learned to be a great party hostess and Emma was proud of her daughter. Emma placed a loving arm around her daughter's naked shoulders before kissing her gently up on her red swollen cream coated lips. "Betty Lou," her mother said, "I was a good girl when I was growing up. Don't make the same mistakes that I did. Each and every day, fuck your brains out." Betty Lou had a big smile on her pretty face as she stated, "I will, Mom. I promise I will." The End 6811 1.79/512345