Chapter 4
"Hell, I wish I was young as you. What do you call me, Carol, baby?"
"Dazzler. Your naked body looks prettier when you leave your wig on. Your face still looks pretty, too, when you don't screw it up like a cat fight. You're pretty selfish and greedy, but I'll bet you get the hots a lot more than most of the other women in the Ladies Aid?"
"Yes, dammit. I'm burning about all the time now because I'm on the change of life barbecue."
I got behind her, pulled her ass cheeks apart, goosed her, made her squeal. "If you're so lewd, let's see you masturbate while I diddle you with my finger?"
"Where'd you get such idea, you hot cunt, young demon?" She ruffled and blustered as though she were full of angel tears instead of horse piss. "Are you trying to violate me?"
"Yeah, and I'll paddle your fat whore's ass." I knew she wanted me to talk rough to her, earn my twenty bucks or whatever she'd pay me this time. I kissed her even while I called her names, patted her bare shoulder, worked my mouth hot with hers, let her take a feel at the crotch of my pantyhose.
When I wriggled, she said, "I'm like Mel, sweetie. I adore the feel of your young meat."
"So, mmm, just shut up and let me see your finger go patty-waggle at your hotbox. You like to play with your clitty on the right side, don't you?"
"Ahh, yes. Honey, you do it while I press your hand there."
We sprawled down on the floor together, played games of kiss-kiss and tit-titty. I didn't tell her I knew the score from playing with Winnie Jo. My hands and hers had loosened the rest of my clothes and pulled them off. I asked Miz Blossom "Do you want me to fuck you with the dildo?"
"That's a fine way to talk to your boss. You'd better learn respect or I'll slam a coat hanger up yours." She turned me over and before I could stop her she was spanking my bare bottom.
I've since heard of women who gloried in a good, hard spanking, but I've never been one of them. I squirmed loose, got Miz Blossom down and spanked her just as hard and longer. Her seat made a wider target and to tease her after each swat, I'd feather my fingers over the springy curves of her skin.
That was fun and I'd have gone right on but she started yelling and I was afraid Graydon would hear her. I had humbled her for once and she turned very loving. "Kiss me, Carol, baby. Be good to me." She wanted to cuddle and hug.
I kissed and petted with her. "But behave yourself or I'll paddle you harder." I nuzzled her belly, then went down on her, got my arms around her thick thighs, pressed my mouth and nose between them, into the lips of her warm, moist pussy.
I'd licked Winnie Jo's lots of times but Miz Blossom's cunt was bigger, the lips had stretched when she'd given birth to her two kids. It was three or four inches from her vagina past her pee-hole to her clitoris and I licked up and down the whole length of it while Miz Blossom kicked, yowled and just about tore herself apart getting her sweet cookies. She came through real loud like the drums and cymbals at the end of a band concert.
We lay huddled together, resting. "Did I talk lovey to you, Carol?"
"Some. When you weren't calling me a hot cunt bitch."
"Right. I didn't mean a word of it except when I cussed you out. You're as no-good as your father, but you're a hot piece of screw. It comes natural to you to bounce my ass and give me glorious hots. You could make good money as a professional. You've got the knack."
I'd often wondered about professionals. I guess all girls do now and then, but I'd seriously considered prostitution. I didn't think I'd mind so much putting out for money, but I wouldn't for any pimp. I'd keep stashing a pile of jack in a bank for a few years, then quit, get married and live rich.
The Blossoms' daughter Dee hadn't put out for money so far as I knew but she'd screwed her way up to a super marriage to a Kansas City politician, lived it up in a fine house with two cars and all the clothes she wanted. Of course she still screwed around, my father being her favorite according to him, which didn't speak well for her future happiness. A girl had to know when to quit, that's all.
Miz Blossom told me that when she and Mel were visiting in Los Angeles they'd hired a call girl to come and service them both. "Vivian would do anything we paid her to do. She put a lot of pep and energy into her act. but it was only an act. She made Mel and me come through more or less and she pretended to crack her own nuts but I know very well she didn't. At heart, she was cold as a pump handle.
"But you're different, sweetie, and I'm going to bring you out right now. Don't try to fake it or I'll whack off your tits with a dull knife.' "I won't fake it. I'm pretty responsive." I was scared. It was my turn to take it. Miz Blossom was going to ride me down and work on me. I didn't know how but expected the worst.
At least she didn't bring out the rubber dildo and that's what I'd been dreading. She'd go poking around in my cunny with that stick. We lay on the bed kissing and looking at some raw pictures. They were of the Blossoms together with Gertrude, a fat blonde servant girl they'd had up until a few months ago. Shots of Gert being screwed by Mel, doing a blow-job on him, licking Miz Blossom from behind. And a raunchy one of Gert squatting in the bathtub with her knees, up while Miz Blossom peed on her belly.
"Too bad we had to fire Gertrude," Miz Blossom said. "She lost her temper and bit Mel, on the belly until he bled, mind you, and we had to beat up on her a bit and let her go."
I remembered Gertrude had come running out of our cottage one day carrying some clothes under her arm and with her stockings hanging down. It hit me now that Daddy must have raped her and what she carried was her girdle and panties. She was chubbily built. I blanked my mind to the cruelty to her. It was nothing I could help now I lay half on, half-off the bed, with my seat resting on the very edge. Miz Blossom knelt on the floor between my legs. By that time, prospects of a good cunny-licking seethed in my mind.
I told her what she wanted to hear, "I'm hot, darling." I only hoped she didn't revenge herself for the names I'd called her by sinking her teeth into my tenderest part!
Miz Blossom nibbled at the hair that curled in a thick brown mop on my mound but she didn't pull hard at them. It was only a tease. All I could see was the red curls of her wig but I knew she was down there in the slot kissing and sucking. When her hot tongue hit my clitty the grandest tingles started all through me. My middle was jiggling and bouncing up at her.
But Miz Blossom had to be poky. Up bobbed that redhead. She ran her drooling tongue over her lips and asked, "You getting it good, Carol, baby?"
"Mmmm, come on, come on!"
"Are you sure you're getting it good?" The tip of her tongue made a teasing tour around my beanie.
"Yes. And what's the matter with you, dumb whore? Come on or I'm going to lose it."
"You ornery, ungrateful brat!" But I forced her head down on me again. She went on licking my cunny and it was marvelous again. Delicious tingles made the muscles of my ass work like mad.
My hands reached down to stroke her cheeks, which were ballooning in and out with her licking and sucking. I told her endearments: 'Dazzler. Good, good, darling. Diddle me, diddle me!"
Her hands fondled my ass as her tongue licked faster and faster. The orgasms gathered hot in me and came, a whole string of blissful thrills. As Miz Blossom went on licking and pressing my clit with her tongue, she really sent me up into the wide blue yonder. Life was wonderful!
For moments I stopped worrying about Daddy's going around raping women and the sky about to fall in. Miz Blossom and I lay on the bed kissing and rubbing against each other. I imagined myself loving her. I had a lot of love in me. Although I never did love her, really.
I lay with my back to the door of the room. Miz Blossom took a strong grip on me, holding me so I couldn't move, and said, "Well, what do you know? We never know when the devil's right behind us, do we?"