Chapter 5
I was wondering drowsily what Miz Blossom meant when I felt something fleshy moving up and down my spine. I craned my neck around and saw Mel Blossom, bare naked, his dick out hard and looking as big as a sausage of salami. He used that thing to stroke up and down the crack between my buttocks! I felt the wet off the head of it.
I should have anticipated he'd be hiding nearby, peeking at us. He'd taken pictures of my Dad screwing Miz Blossom, hadn't he? Arid husband and wife had made a threesome with their servant Gertrude. Also the call girl, Vivian.
Now they both grabbed me, turned me over on my back and Mel climbed on. I mean, he sat over my belly with his pecker whacking up between my bubbies. It just about knocked the wind out of me. He was so heavy, even though he rested more or less on his knees as he crouched over me.
"Don't it look good?" He was pretty proud of his stiff cock. He took my hand and wound my fingers around the head, then ran them up and down the stalk. "Like a candy cane, huh?
Go on, give it a suck."
I'd been pushing at him. "You get off me!" I could see his balls, not hanging low but drawn up fairly tight with his hard-on. I guessed if he got down and screwed me with that big tool I'd have to let him do it and it wouldn't be too bad, but I didn't want to suck him off. I just didn't want to do that, something inside me cringed in panic at the thought of it.
He slithered that meat across my nose and my cheeks. I turned my face down and he touched my lips with it. I shivered at the tiny drops that came from the head of his dick but I wouldn't open my mouth. He raised up a moment, laughed when he saw me lick the stuff off my lips. "Come on, you broad, gobble the big one." He wagged that hot prick across my mouth.
Miz Blossom had scooted off the bed -to fetch the red rubber dildo from her vanity drawer.
She came close by the bed, holding it up so I could see it. "Okay, little apple-ass, are you going to take Mel's joystick in your mouth or must I play rough?"
""Let me go! I don't want to do it any more!"
"Ha! You'd rather I gave you eight inches of this?" She poked me in the navel with the rubber prick. "And I don't mean in your sweet cunny-do. I'd ram it right up your puckered little asshole. Yeah, I had it done to me so hard once it was like a red-hot poker. I swore my whole ass was on fire."
I shook my head, clenched my legs together, but Miz Blossom reached under my seat.
Mel did, too-pulled the cheeks apart while she pressed the head of that thing into my brown spot, not caring how it hurt, and I let out a yell. It burned like fire, all right! I arched up and kicked around so we were all in a big tangle on the bed. I caught a horrible view of myself in the mirror with that thing stuck in my rear opening.
"Scream away," Mel said. "I sent Graydon into town, nobody can hear you." He turned me over, lifting me up by my stomach so my face was hard down in the bed and my butt end raised high for the target. "Stick it into her all the way, Loretta. Then give it a quick hard twist and hear her yell."
"No, no!" I was panting, crying. I gave up. "I'll-I'll suck it." Shit, Mel's meat in my mouth wouldn't kill me. I'd offered to go down on him the other day, rather than take my virgin screwing. And I'd sure do it now rather than have my brownie-hole torn apart with that stick.
"All right, then, you sweet little apple-ass." Miz Blossom bestowed a kiss somewhere on my behind, followed by a stinging swat. "So suck Mel's cock!"
She was the boss of the bedroom games, I could see that. She took hold of Mel's pecker, which had wilted while we were wrestling, pressed her lips to the head, brought it up rigid .with a couple of long, tongue-licks. "Tastes good. Try it, Carol. I left a kiss on it for you."
They fixed me so I lay on my back again and Mel crouched over me. He wagged that prick at me, drew it across my face and this time I accepted it in my hand. The sloping head looked blue, red and shiny with wet from Miz Blossom's mouthings and from the tiny oozing drops.
I touched the swollen, pulsing flesh with my lips, made it good and hard. Mel was trembling with heat for me. I parted my lips wide enough to lick them and that's when Mel shoved his cock into my mouth.
"Careful, you cheating fat slob!" Miz Blossom had no respect for the assessor of Bindale County, didn't care what names she called him. "Don't stick it in so far, you'll choke the kid, make her throw up all over the bed."
Mel still would have screwed me hard in the mouth, except that I held the base of his pecker in my fist. It pressed against my tongue as I moved my lips up and down on it but it didn't poke deep enough to choke me. There wasn't much taste to his meat really, after the first suck, and meanwhile it made me groovy just realizing how I lay there naked with Mel Blossom's pecker in my mouth. I was growing up!
Miz Blossom shouted, "I'll fix you, you pretty-dimpled cocksucker!" She was down there between my legs and the way she was fooling around, I knew penetration was coming next. "You think you're so apple-assed smart, seducing my husband, going down on him.
So you're going to take this dingdong prick up your smarty little cunny-do."
I couldn't stop her. Better take it there than have her- burn me up the rear. I knew Mel was never going to get off me before I'd sucked him through to take his juice.
Down below I felt Miz Blossom licking me again. I couldn't see her, the way Mel crouched over me. All I could see was his belly, hair and balls and the stalk of his dick that was protruding from between my lips. But I felt her work the dildo into me all right. A thrust and sidewide twist gave me a lurch.
"Hey; you got to her, dear," Mel said. He was fooling with my tits as he made rhythmic fuckings down inside my mouth. "She goes for it. I can tell by her nipples. Shit, yes, and from the way she sucks."
Miz Blossom kept screwing me with the dildo, making smooth plunges deep into my cunny. "You getting it good, Carol, baby? Oh, pardon me, you can't talk, you poor thing, with your mouth full of Mel's joy prong."
I had spread my legs wide so my cunny wouldn't grip that dildo hurtfully tight, but now I was working them together because I wanted to feel stuffed with it. Oh, Miz Blossom had called it right! I was a hot piece. I couldn't deny it one bit, getting the nooky all through me.
My middle was bumping for cock. Breaths coming fast from my nostrils made Mel's pubic hair flutter in a little breeze as I sucked his live limber cock as hard as I could.
Miz Blossom pushed the rubber pecker in and out of me faster than a man could screw It tickled nerves deep in my vagina I hadn't even known I had, sending me wild.
I guess being diddled that way primed me to suck hotter. Mel caught the excitement, too.
All at once he let out a hoarse growl, and then his meat was jerking against my tongue. It was fantastic! When a man shoots off inside a girl's mouth, she feels all the details that aren't so distinct in a pussy fucking. I mean, all the throbbing and acting up of his dicky.
The squirts came and I swallowed his semen as fast as I could get it down because I didn't want to accumulate such a mouthful of it that some might trickle down my windpipe.
Miz Blossom looked up to see what was going on. She stopped screwing me with the dildo but left it sticking half-in, half-out of my pussy, while she came up on the bed with me. "Why you suck-off little hustler! Give me some of my husband's gism or I'll stick my foot through your stomach."
Mel had pulled out, drew his limping pecker back over my chin, scrambled off me. Miz Blossom pounced on me, fastened her mouth on mine, licked some of the semen from my tongue to hers.
Mel found a place down over my legs, started screwing me again with the dildo. I was so hot that I couldn't last much more of that. I thrust and moaned, went over the rapids, hung onto Miz Blossom as I shuddered with my big moment. We kissed hard, while Mel had the rubber cock in me all the way, jiggling the little lump on the rear of it against my clitty I was about up the wall and out of my mind with that spasm of hot pleasure.
Then the inward struggle caught up with me again as I came to my senses enough to be aware that Mel and Miz Blossom had used me, taken advantage of my abnormally primed sensual nature.
After we had straightened up I got up, dried my face and then my crotch with a towel placed handy. But Miz Blossom told me, "You sit right there on the other bed and watch for - a bit, honey. You don't need to go yet."
That was the big truth. I wasn't going yet, since they had still to pay me. I sat on the bed and watched Mel go down on his wife.
Miz Blossom spread her legs wide while he licked her pussy. She kept silent now except to give him orders. "More on my button. Tease my skin with your whiskers. Put your nose."
Seeing them that way sort of chilled it for me, lowered me with distaste for the whole Blossom scene, even though I still manufactured a grin for them. I'd been thoroughly liberalized, for shit's sake, having done about everything. I'd been fucked-up every which way, but they looked old now with their flab, wrinkles and dry skin.
Also, how could they be happy when they couldn't stop chasing like mad after more and more of what stimulated but never satisfied? A happy couple would take it fairly easy I should think.
As Miz Blossom shuddered and moaned, the hag in her showed in the twist of her neck.
She had good legs and a plump seater but her feet looked scrawny, veiny. Mel's hide was parched rusty above his white paunchy middle. He had supple strength though, the way he lifted his wife up by her fat ass, licked her slit until she came. And she really did score one, her lusty meowing wasn't faked.
They dropped back on the bed, exhausted, lying there quietly without a word to each other or to me. I got up and dressed. It seemed dismal that although husband and wife had kissed and fondled each other between the legs, they didn't bother to kiss face to face. No romance left in their marriage, that was obvious. I recalled her saying, "I don't care to ditch Mel. Not yet."
I went over to the bed and gave her a loving kiss because I wanted her to pay me some money. "How about it, dazzler?"
"So you've got your hand out, you little pro?" But she let me help her up off the bed. "Is that all your kisses mean?" Calling me an ungrateful brat, she drew two twenties and a ten from her purse and handed them to me.
She led me out to the kitchen with her arm around me. She was still naked and sex-scented but didn't care. Nobody else was in the house. "I understand you've had a talk with your father, know he could be sent to prison for the rest of his life?"
"You wouldn't ever snitch!"
"Maybe not. I'm pretty fond of the damned cocksman even though he did rape my daughter."
"Dee had been putting out before that."
"All right, all right. You've sure got a quick temper, Carol. Hell, though, I like the way you talk up to me. Maybe I like you a lot more than is discreet." She held me a moment, kissed me and patted my shoulder. "Damn me for melting soft, but what the hell else is there in life? Am I approaching middle age? The only way to drag in the blessings of this world is to stay hard and selfish, you know what I mean? But I want you for my pet to hug and kiss."
"Please don't be so crusty, Miz Blossom," I said. "And what in the world can I ever do about my father?"
"Cut his nuts out!" was her vicious advice. "Shit, but I don't suppose he'd ever let you do that. So you and Winnie Jo must scoot off the farm, move into town. You can ride out on your bike once in a while to have a look at the cottage and garden. Then stop by for a wingding with me. That'll provide you enough cash to keep going.
"Because, very seriously, child, if you stay out here sooner or later that heavy-hung wildman is going to get you and Winnie Jo down and stuff your little twats with eight inches of rape. I'm not kidding, baby. I know of terrible things your Dad has done. And incest leaves its mark on a young girl, especially the Dad-rapes-daughter sort. It can damage your personality structure, as the shrinks say."