Chapter 2
Winnie Jo cried bitterly when I told her in bed that night of how Mel Blossom had gotten me down and screwed me. She took it for granted that he'd hurt me horribly and I didn't tell her I'd felt deep new pleasures, too. I warned her never to go to the Blossom house with Mel, never let him into our cottage when she was alone, even though he'd promised me he wouldn't touch her.
"I'd crown him with an iron skillet! I'd die rather than let him do it to me," Win said. "I know you don't mind when a boy holds you close but I don't like it one bit." The kid was peculiar that way.
With me, though, she'd do anything. She was soon down in the beg hugging my legs, kissing my mound and licking inside the lips of my ravished pussy. Between licks and sucks she'd tell me, "I'm kissing your wound to make it well."
I got a bang out of her forbidden tricks but not so much as I pretended. After we'd cuddled a while, Winnie fell asleep. I lay awake even though I was awfully tired. At one minute I dreamed of getting married to a nice man, settling down. But the next, visions of more screwing and Frenching occupied my mind.
I despised Mel, sure. But for a while his big cock in me had felt extra good. Fear and excitement came over me as I lay thinking of it. I wondered whether I was like other girls or was I possessed by an abnormal craving for sex?
Daddy returned but was bad-natured, had a hangover and directly went back to drinking heavily. He hardly talked to me, and he scared Winnie Jo until she hid away from his sight.
It was as though he really had gone away to let Mel put it to me. But right then I wouldn't let myself believe Daddy had been bullied into trading me out to the Blossoms.
Miz Blossom returned, too, and Saturday afternoon when Mel had left to attend a political dinner and Daddy was up in the field, she had Graydon come over and fetch me. She wanted to talk to me. "Miz Blossom is in the bedroom," Graydon said. The chauffeur was a pretty good guy but a simple sort and Miz Blossom took advantage of his not talking back.
She'd holler orders at him as though she were driving a horse.
I found her lying on her back on one of the beds, stark naked. The first place I looked was at her mound and sure enough as Mel had bragged, she had scarcely any hair there. The few remaining curly black wisps looked like cat's whiskers. She'd laid aside her wig with its explosion of red curls, leaving the thin hair underneath show up black and gray. She was forty-seven and self-greedy, her green eyes glinted with a catty snarling stare.
She had good legs and big, handsome tits. I could see girdle marks on her upper thighs as her butt mashed down on the bed. She lay on her back with one knee flexed, spreading her hips to show the sort of sexy curves that I guess ass-man stare at on the street and drool over.
"Come here, honey. Between the two beds."
"What is all this, Miz Blossom?" I wanted to tell her to go soak her head. But there was that old restraint, we must never do anything to make Miz Blossom angry or she might fire Daddy from his job. With his drinking record he'd have a hard time finding other employment.
I went where she directed and she sat up on the bed. "Don't be cross, Carol, or I'll stop loving you as much as I do. You're a good-looking hotsy and I've been longing to hug your sweet baby behind." She put her arms around my seat. "But why must you kids wear, such hard rough clothes?"
I had on jeans of some coarse material and a cotton pullover shirt, no bra, my ash brown hair hanging straight and loose. "And plain old white muslin underwear that you've made yourself. I know because I've seen it on the clothesline. Legs like yours need a showcase, a presentation, with skirts and lace panties that glorify your thighs and little round ass and belly. You ought to dress up your crotch with transparent silky pretties." She stuck her hand inside the waistband of my jeans, pulled out my shirt tail.
"Miz Blossom, will you please keep your mitts out of my pants?"
"And speaking of underwear," she went right on, paying no attention, "I understand you've been rooting underneath mine so you could play diddly with a certain intimate article? If you've masturbated with the dildo I hope you had the decency to wash it off afterwards?"
"You're asking me, Miz Blossom, when Em sure you know all about what happened." I was fairly boiling. "Your husband told me to look for something underneath your panties and I was fool enough to trust him. As for that red rubber pecker thing I certainly didn't use it on myself and I'd never want to."
"It's a pity. You're merely showing your ignorance about diddling devices but you'll learn.
For .instance, there's a little string of Oriental balls to stick up either your vagina or anus, and do they give the most marvelous rolling sensations. I was wondering if it wouldn't be fun to see you spiked, but never mind, dear, as long as you feel too kiddish to try it, hmmm?"
"I think I'd better go now." But her arms tightened around me.
"All the same, don't expect me to overlook the way you seduced my husband."
"I did not. He forced me."
"Oh, yes, you stripped naked for him, spread your little ass out on the bed for him. You took his bare prick in your hand-"
"Stop it!" So Mel had blatted it all to his wife. I felt exposed, my privates pawed. The Blossoms were a pair of leching liars. Well, they weren't pushing me around. "Your husband raped me, Miz Blossom, as you must know very well. He got me down on that bed-"
"Dammit, child, spare the hysterics. I saw Mel's dried semen on the bedspread, the towel in the bathroom you used to wipe your sweet young cunny-do."
"Yes, and if I were to report to the sheriff what Mel did to me-"
"You'd get nowhere. Mel happens to outrank Sheriff Thompson in the county machine, so chances are you'd be asked to leave Bindale because you're a prostitute trying to corrupt decent citizens." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "Of course if I were to support your story to certain enemies of my husband, picturing myself as the wronged wife who had heard you screaming and caught Mel in the act, but I don't care to ditch Mel. Not yet."
I could only stare in amazement. "So that's the heartless way you do things, Miz Blossom." I tried to wriggle loose but she held me with both arms under my shirt on my bare skin. I was afraid to fight my father's boss by punching her in the face. She was strictly for number one, all right, talking of dumping her husband as though he were a bucket of weeds. I wondered if she had any love in her at all.
I was to find out she had love, sure enough, for me.
She pulled up my shirt and I felt her tits against me, a nipple poking into my navel. "You think I'm mean and hard, don't you, Carol?"
"I guess I do all right." I wasn't going to puff her up with syrupy lies.
"Well, aren't we frank enough!" She brought her head to mine and kissed me on the lips.
"Is that bad?"
It was a nice affectionate kiss. "Noooo. Tender, I guess, if you really meant it." Since I wouldn't lie to her, I told her that. The kiss had softened me to her.
One of her hands left off holding my bottom to move down over her own belly and her practically hairless mound. Two of her fingers splayed to part the lips of her slit.
"Well, lookee there at my cunt, honey."
Her pink private flesh was moist and glistening in the afternoon sunlight that streamed hotly through the window. "Tell me, honestly, does that cunny hole look mean and hard?"
"No, I guess any man would call that a pretty charming pussy," I had to admit.
"Looks sort of warm and friendly, bare like that with the crinkly lips curling around." Her hug of my fanny brought me a bit closer. "I guess that red rubber pecker thing doesn't chafe your tush when you poke it in?"
"Feels ticklier than a candle, and candles crumble when you jazz hard. Want to try it, dear?"
"No, I don't think I'd better." I slid out of her grasp and she didn't attempt to stop me. My shirt fell back down and I let it hang outside my jeans.
"You wouldn't like to earn another twenty dollars, you sweet hot piece?" So Mel had blatted that, too. I thought of wished-for things I could buy with twenty more bucks. I saw from her smile that she knew I was weakening. But she wasn't stingy. "Forty if you're loving when you bring me out with a good one?"
I didn't say anything but went to her vanity drawer and got out the dildo. "You mean you just want me to fuck you with this dong?"
"Stop rushing. I'll show you what I want when I want it. For shit's sake, take off those horrid canvas pants. Mel admired your muff, so show it to me. Light brown like the rest of your hair, isn't it?"
"Maybe a shade darker." I took down my pants and bikini. "See?"
"Mmm, say, that is a beautiful snatch. Sweet as a dish of honey. Come closer."
I sidled in between the two beds again and. she stroked my mound, gave my clitty a couple of taps. I pretended not to notice what she was up to, that she'd peeled off my shirt, too. "Let me sit down, Miz Blossom, and I'll take off my shoes."
"Get at it, then." She gave my bare seat a spank. "Then you can get on the bed with me.
Did the nobby pattern of the cotton bedspread make little dents in your ass when Mel fucked you hard?"
"Well, yes, and I was pretty red but it healed right over. Just what do you want me to do with you on the bed, Miz Blossom?"
"Look, for the love of heaven, when we're having fun like this, don't keep calling me Miz Blossom, call me dear names, sugar it up for me. If you call me a sweet dazzler I wouldn't mind."
"All right, dazzler. But you're really not so much of one." She pinched one of my tits as I bent over taking off my shoes. All right, I thought, you have a soft spot the way you seem to like me, so if you hurt me I'm going to hurt you right back.
"Talk snotty to me, Carol, and I'll kick you right out the door."
"Sure, go ahead." I'd service her. I wanted that forty bucks, but I'd hold my advantage since I was young and pretty, compared to her anyhow. I deliberately sassed her. "Without your wig your hair looks like something out of the dustbin." .
I expected with that she'd come out swearing and clouting at me. I didn't care. If she wanted me to go down on her, I wasn't taking her abuse and bossing while I was doing it, I'd be butch. But I'd hardly anticipated she'd get as upset as the way she did. She turned over, plunked her head down in the pillow, pounded the bed, and started to bawl. I was afraid then maybe I'd gone too far and I still wanted that money. I guessed it had hit her right where she aged, saying her straggly hair looked like something out of the dustbin. I got on the bed and stroked her buttocks and legs as she lay there on her stomach.
No reactions at first except that she stopped crying. Then her legs slowly loosened and spread. I pushed them wider apart and goosed her, being gentle as I stuck the tip of my finger in between the lips, into the hole, then on her beans. Criminy, opening her up was like getting into a baked potato right out of the oven, she was so hot. A baked potato with plenty of butter.
She moaned and the next thing she was. up grabbing me, hugging and kissing. "I'll be good. I'll be good," she wailed, as though she were a baby and I'd spanked her. I couldn't get over it, after how hard and selfish Miz Blossom was most of the time, he way she kissed and loved up to me now that I'd talked back to her.
She held her mouth puckering against mine, opened her lips and when I jabbed with my tongue it sent her about loony. "Put your hand on me! Put your hand here!"
I reached down, pressed over her mound, jiggled it. She was arching her middle with everything she had. I got my hand into her hot pussy and I'll swear those lips folded around and tried to gobble up two of my fingers. I tapped away at her clitty.
She was bumping, slithering her whole lower body, panting so hard she had to stop kissing, but she held me tight down on her tits. She cried out, lurched and wiggled, then fell back exhausted, spent a moment catching her breath. "Honey, sweet, ohhhhhh! You sent me to heaven with only your finger. Hell, where'll you send me, loving me with your tongue?""
"Yes, yes, of course, I want it. You dumb little brat, don't you know that much? And stop rushing me, ease it along." She put her arms around me and as we lay on our sides face to face, she caught me around the ass, mashed my leg in between her fat thighs.
"Hey, where'd you think you're going in such a hurry, sweetie?"
"I wasn't figuring on doing much this afternoon except put a frying chicken on for my father's dinner."
"Aw, with that forty bucks you can feed him steak. You know something? You're the one who's cold and cruel. Telling me I'm old and trashy. I'm not!"
I'd only remarked on her hair without the wig. Thinking of the forty dollars I told her, "You're okay, dazzler," and patted her fat ass. She brought my head down, wanting me to kiss her, so I did. It surprised me again how cool and sensitive her lips were, her pussy by contrast being absolutely broiling.
"I love kisses, Carol. Your kisses. Then I know you're not so cold as you pretend. You go for me, don't you, dear?"
"I guess I'm not so cold." I gave her another, with my tongue flicking against the tip of hers. "You like my kisses better than your husband's?"
"Yes! But stop making comparisons or I'll beat you with a stick."
"You know your own kisses are sugar-cookie. Cool." I kidded her along as I stroked her big boobs.
It wasn't as though I hadn't had experience bringing out another woman, or a girl, anyhow.
Winnie Jo and I slept naked most of the time and we knew every inch of each other's body. I'd even given Win enemas when she was little. There'd never been much love in our family otherwise so we two made up for it between ourselves. We'd tell our secrets, hold nothing back. We trusted each other with whatever we possessed.
I asked Miz Blossom, "Doesn't Mel screw you any more? Or as much as you desire it?"
"Questions, questions! Mind your own damn business, you brat! Uh, but yes, he puts it to me about three times a week. Although that's not as often as some others like to fuck me.
I've never denied my husband. It's not his fault. It's hard for him to bring me out. He's really a highballing cocksman. Tell the truth, dear. I realize you were angry with him at first the other day when he laid you, but at the end didn't you heat up to him?"
"Maybe, but that doesn't say-"
"Of course not. I know just what you mean, his fat belly and rough hands. Hell, it makes me think of my own age to see his leathery wrinkles. But he's well-hung, raises a manly prick. Here's the thing. You're so young and pretty he'll want you more and more. And I feel sure, you hard-as-nails screwy young bitch, you're just the one to snoot him. You'll be taking his cock only to take his money, now, won't you?"
"Ha! Fine talk from a faithless wife," I replied right back. "You hard-as-nails, fat-assed whore. You said not as often as some others like to fuck you. So who's the big strong stud you've been cheating with?"
"Stop asking or I'll whale you a good one. Kiss me, dear." The smooch I gave her lasted a long minute and she went hot for my tongue all right. And somehow I found myself sharing the pleasure she gave, beginning to sizzle, too. She called me pet names, gave me huge and writhing bumps with her middle.
"Go fetch the dong," she whispered, and I put it there handy. "But before you shove it into me, slick my cunny-do with your pretty little mouth." I went down on her. "Mmm, that's it, lover. How that sends me! Hey, lift me by my bottom for a hard close-up. Make me howl."
I was between her parted, jiggling legs, my face buried in her cunt, my arms under her hams, holding up her juicy hot flesh like a big wedge of watermelon to eat and I was eating it, sloshing up and down the crack with my tongue. She wriggled and panted so hot I figured she was ready, so I picked up the dildo. I nosed the head of it against the opening of her fuck hole.
There was quite a bit of play to that rubber prick. I asked her, "Do I screw you slow or ram it right in?"
"Oh, for heaven's sake, put it! Ummmm, better screw it into me slowly. That's what I like."
I shoved the thing a little at a time until it penetrated Miz Blossom's cunt all the way. I held it there a few seconds while I diddled the nub stimulator up against her clit. That got a roasting reaction out of her. She was moaning and thrusting. She whispered, "Put it tenderly, don't stop. But rub it on the right side of my berry, not hard on the top."
I knew exactly how to do that. Winnie Jo liked it on her right side, too, and for a little girl going on fifteen she had a big button.
Miz Blossom moaned, snarled, shouted, "Fuck me!" as loud as though dinner was ready and to come and get it. "Put it, put it, fuck me!"
I hosed her like mad with that rubber prick. I had one arm beneath her ass and she liked to have broken it the way she bounced up and down. I had to hang on tight to keep my head against her mound where it had to be so I could dab with the tip of my tongue along the right side of her clit.
It really got to Miz Blossom, scared me the way she just about freaked out of her mind.
Then she settled down a bit, had the back of her own hand hard at her mouth, kissing it and nibbling at it with bared teeth.
She shuddered and broke loose with deep-throated mutterings. The way she shook up, you'd think she was being burned alive. I got gathered into it, too. I was kissing her in a loving way, patting her. I had to share. I was moaning in quite a tizzy, knowing she was in the big thrill of one of those wild bouncing orgasms that keep coming on. It embarrassed me when I heard myself call her, 'Dear dazzler,' but that's how it hit me.
I would have pulled the dildo out of her slot but she pressed my hand, wanted it there a minute longer even though she had come big and was resting. I held the dildo deep in her cunt while I laid my cheek against her belly.
She lazed back then in a state of contentment, her green eyes looking softer than I'd ever seen them, but still like a cat's. She had her arm around me with her hand beneath my tit.
"It was your getting excited, too, that made it so sweet. Mel said the same, you talk hateful but then your real lovingness comes through. Want me to do you now, Carol?"
She looked pretty eased-off and lazy, one hand loosely holding me, the other lying motionless on her mound that was wet from my tongue and her own juices. "That's all right," I said. "I'll get dressed now." I scrambled down off the bed.
"You could at least call me darling, you brat."
"Mmm" darling, darling, darling." I bent down and kissed her. "You're a dazzler." She hadn't paid me yet.
"Aw, sweetie. What in hell do you get out of it?"
"Hot licks. And forty bucks, if you don't mind."
"Ha! I ought to beat you with a strap, poke you up your cunny-do with a mud hook. One of these days, I'll kick you and your father out on your ass. I'm the boss around here." But she got up, found her purse on the night stand, took a couple of twenties from her wallet and gave them to me. "There, you little hooker. I'm not cheap."
"Mmmm, you're a dazzler." I gave her a hug and kiss, feeling really grateful for that money. Although according to the rates they pay in the cities I've since learned she was getting by pretty cheap.
"You're a hot teaser, Carol, but I resent your not wanting me to bring you out. What's so exclusive about your damned pussy? I could make you dance. Yes, dammit. I resent that deeply."
"Maybe next time."
"Next time? So you think you have me hooked? Hell, though, I want that juicy pleasure again. I know I haven't the will power to deny myself. But maybe, say, how much money would you want to bring Winnie Jo in on it, too?"
"You keep my sister out of it! Just you lay a hand on Winnie Jo and I'll-" I was so mad I couldn't think and speak the words and the way Miz Blossom mocked me, cringing and putting up her arms to guard her face, made me madder yet.
She dug at me, pretending I was a policeman. "Don't shoot, officer, I'm coming!"
Her antics brought me back to common sense, and made me take a closer look at myself, too. I was still determined I'd not put up Winnie Jo to pleasure Miz Blossom, not for any amount of money. Right then I considered it quite out of the question. But I'd gone naked with this rich bitch on the bed and I'd butched her. She'd bought all that of me.
And I might as well resign myself to the fact that she'd buy more. There'd be a next time.
I'd practically promised I'd spread for her and let her bring me out. Let's face it, I'd also promised her husband I'd screw with him once in a while. For money, of course. I had a funny wish right then, that my mother was still with us and she'd make me stop doing all this.
I was getting back into my jeans when Miz Blossom came up behind me, wound one arm around my neck. "You've hurt me, Carol, and now I'm going to hurt you."
I thought she meant she'd try to beat up on me. She was huskier. I wondered if I could scream loud enough for Graydon to hear me.
She held me tight around the neck, but didn't choke me. She was still naked and I felt the heave of her tits and belly as she breathed in hot gusts against my neck. "So Carol, you think you're too good to bring your little sister next time? Then how about bringing your daddy?"
"My Dad?" The idea of including him in on this cunny-diving and bull-balling simply astonished me. I knew my father was weak, money slipped through his fingers. He couldn't stop drinking his homemade whisky. I. knew in a general way he was very horny, but that he'd been fucking Miz Blossom never occurred to me.
"Todd Weaver is a husky man with a big prick. Don't kid me that you haven't eyed that bulge?"
I hadn't, not consciously, but the instant Miz Blossom mentioned it, images bobbed up from some urpy place in my mind, only for an instant, but I could just see that thing in the tight crotch of my father's pants.
I wanted to throw up, run from the room but Miz Blossom held me by the neck. I told her to turn me loose but she paid no attention.
"You hotsy young piece! So your Pa's dick shocks you more than Mel's rod did the other day? What would you say if I told you Todd Weaver's the man who's been screwing me oftener than Mel? And even when he's liquored, he can raise a stick that I doubt any amorous girl could resist?"
"Stop talking dirt about him!" I'd got my breath. "Just because my father's poor doesn't mean he'd fall for your tricks."
"Oh, wouldn't he, though!" The way Miz Blossom's stomach heaved and rippled with mirth jiggled my body, too. "What I told you is true. Oh, you poor thing, you. I've made you cry, haven't I? Mmm, see Carol's tears. Pretty, pretty." She went on mocking me like that.
"You leave me alone!"
"All right, sweetie." She eased her grip around my neck. "So you thought your old man was up in Kansas City the other day, you poor innocent? He was in bed with me at an Independence Motel. I bought him a bottle of whisky and let him screw me and love me all night long."
"You're just saying that. Talk's cheap." I still wouldn't let myself believe it. Except though if Miz Blossom had bought him whisky...
I recalled incidents at the cottage I'd tried to forget. Winnie Jo shying away from Daddy, never wanting him to touch her, but then Win was pretty hostile. toward the whole male sex, young or old. I'd tried to forget scenes like only a few nights ago when Daddy had staggered drunkenly into our bedroom when we were undressing and leered at our revealed privates, until Winnie Jo had screamed him out of there.
"You really want to know for sure, dear?" Miz Blossom grabbed me with hugs and she pressed lingering kisses on my lips. I shook away from her. She was one loving hot shot but she wanted to torture me. "I have pictures of Todd Weaver having his fun with me, right in this bedroom. Go on back to the cottage, Carol, if you're afraid to look."
"You think I'm afraid to look?" I'd call her bluff. "I'm not afraid of you or anybody else."
"Aw, honey child." She softened to me then, kissed the top of my head. "I wanted to hurt you but now I don't. Let's be lovers and forget it."
"You said you had. pictures of you and my Dad humping together, so if you weren't lying, where are they?"
"Okay, kid, you asked for it." She went to her vanity bureau, unlocked a little chest where she kept her jewelry, took out a packet, tossed it over to me. Then from another cabinet she brought out a tape recorder and started to fiddle with it.
My fingers shook as I flipped open the envelop, let the glossy pictures spill out. Could that naked man on the bed with Miz Blossom be my father? Criminy, yes! That curly sand-colored head of hair, those big shoulders, that sad, hungry look about the mouth, the upper part of his body so browned with the sun, the lower part so white. And there was no denying the bigness of his erection!
The shot where it showed so large was when he and Miz Blossom lay hunched up on the bed, kissing and feeling each other. There were other pictures of him as he screwed her, Miz Blossom sitting astride, facing the camera, with my father's pecker up into her a foot, it looked like. A scene where he mounted her as if they were a couple of dogs. Yes, and the raunchy one where he spread her buttocks apart and licked her from behind.
I was the one swearing and crying then. I dropped the packet of pictures on the floor. I couldn't look at them any more.
"I told you so, but you wouldn't listen." Miz Blossom wagged her head, taking a simpery tone. "I bought your Dad a camera and he's taken plenty of pictures himself, crotch shots of me and other women he's screwed. Pretty hard to identify a woman by just a picture of her cunt. He sells the pictures in a pool hall."
She turned on the tape recorder and the talking sounds came, mumblings at first until she reached the point she wanted, which was of her own voice ordering, "Damn you, Todd, say it!" And Daddy's low, but clear, "I love you, Loretta. You're so beautiful. I love you."
Meanwhile, he was putting it to her. I could hear his body smacking down on hers. Miz Blossom hollering at him again, "Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me"
"Stop it!" I was so weak and upset I had to sit down on the floor. Miz Blossom turned off the recorder, rushed over and picked me up, tried to console me. I pushed her away, leaned against a bureau. "You forced Daddy to do that. You must have threatened him." I knew Daddy was just about scared to death of Miz Blossom.
"Sure, I've put on the pressure," she admitted. "In this world, if you just sit on your ass and wait for the goodies to come to you, they never do. I wanted Todd a lot more than he ever wanted me. I'd hand him a twenty now and then so he could keep his old car running. And the sweaters he bought a while back for you and Winnie Jo-he earned the money to buy them by bouncing the bed with me for hours and telling me how he loved me and how beautiful I was.
"It's cost me money and a lot of coaxing but now I've got him broken in. Whenever I send word, 'I'm hot for a little nooky, dear,' he comes running.
"And sweetie, you can't pretend you weren't impressed by the picture of your Dad's cock standing up like a fucking crowbar."
"All right, I saw it."
"So does that prove that he wanted to shove it into me? There's no way I know a man can force a cock to get hard like that if it takes a notion not to."
I let out a loud laugh that was like a scream, pointed to Miz Blossom's nearly hairless cunt.
"The old mudhole!" I said it just to talk back to her.
She bit her lip, blinked at me with an injured look. "Okay, okay." She picked up the pictures where I'd thrown them on the floor. "I don't mind. Yell and get it out of your system."
I was dressed again and I wanted to run out of there. I'd taken my clouts, one humiliation after another. I'd called Miz Blossom's gash the old mudhole but I'd better not forget I'd patted it with my fingers, licked into it with my tongue. And there was one more question I had to have answered. "When you and Daddy were jazzing it up on the bed, who took the pictures?"
"Why, my husband, of course. Mel stands there with the camera in one hand, his pecker in the other, getting a terrific drive out of seeing his wife abandon herself to a hard fucking.
Whenever I get tossed for a big one, I can hear him moaning, too."
"Hell, and my Dad's a part of all that urpy stuff." I ran out of the Blossoms' bawdy house and all the way home.