Chapter 7

I had never heard a word of gossip at school that Miss Barlow was a lesbian, but so she turned out to be. I soon had marks of her nibbling teeth on my belly to prove it. She told us later that when she got so lonesome she couldn't stand it. She'd go up to Kansas City and mingle with the gay crowd at a club. She was afraid to let us come and live with her, she said, as much as she wanted us, especially Winnie Jo. She didn't dare let anybody else discover her secret. She'd be scandalized out of her local reputation and she might lose her job.

Nonetheless, Winnie Jo was an irresistible temptation and Pauline did take us to board with her. "Adopting the two of you is safer than just one. And school will soon be out anyhow. You'll be looking for a job elsewhere when you graduate, Carol?"

"I'll try to find office or sales work." Pickings were lean in Bindale and I'd probably have to try my luck in a larger city. Pauline took it for granted I'd go alone and leave Winnie Jo with her but Win and I hadn't the slightest intention of parting. We'd slept together and enjoyed mutual masturbation and cunnilingus ever since our fingers and tongues had learned those forbidden tricks.

Pauline was in her early thirties, plain-looking with straight black hair, a long-boned, hundred-and-sixty pounds which looked just too solid in the dark gray and mud-colored pantsuits she wore at school. "But Pauline's big brown eyes are soft and pretty," Win said and I guess she was right. Win could spot subtle beauty features in another woman.

Win herself was as gay as they came. She even made her blue eyes shine for Miz Blossom, accepted pats on her small tits as a matter of course. She had no use for boys, but was like a kitten that had to be cuddled and sweet-talked by another woman. I thought at first I had lost her to Pauline.

We got into a row the first night Win and I moved in at the flat. Pauline had the larger bedroom, of course and we unpacked our things in the other. Graydon had moved us in from the faun.

I'd talked it over with Daddy and he'd agreed our going was for the best. He avoided mention of his having gotten me down and screwed me. He pretended he was concerned about what Mel and Miz Blossom had done to me. His mind was so lost it kept hiding out in a make-believe world.

While we were unpacking, Pauline came into the room bringing welcome-home presents, a pair of lace panties for Winnie Joe and a book of poems for me. We thanked her and kissed her on the lips. Pauline gave me a pat on the behind but she hugged Win, drew hard up between her legs.

Winnie Jo ate it right up. We'd discussed beforehand how we'd better behave so Pauline would want to keep us. Obviously Win was the sweetie Pauline yearned for, not I. "I'll pet and let her get to me," my hotsy sister said. "With another woman it's okay, huh?"

"I suppose so, if that's what you want." I didn't feel very jealous. I was glad to let the kid have a bit of fun on her own, so long as the affair didn't reach the infatuation stage. I saw little danger that Win would fall for this pro, Pauline was the serious one who could get hooked. "Go to bed with her and tear one off, just so you remember your home bed is with me.

Winnie Jo nodded solemnly. "My home bed is with my sister Carol. I honestly and truly never want it any other way."

Pauline took Win into her room to try on the new panties. "You'll excuse us, Carol, I'm sure."

"Go to it. I'll read a poem."

I was interested enough, though, to listen outside the closed door. Winnie Jo could skin out of her clothes in seconds but even that wasn't fast enough for Pauline who was sighing and murmuring endearments. I heard their feet shuffling on the floor as they mixed Pauline was the butch but a sort of pleading, fearfully love-hungry butch.

"Just a tick till I get naked for you dear," Win said.

"I could eat you alive, precious." I heard Pauline's smacking kisses on Win's mouth and body "Your little tits are like bonbons."

"Gobble 'em dear. I love you to do it," my demon sister said.

More kissing and then Pauline's saying, "Ohhhhh!" several times. "Your little hand can get into the tightest places." Sure, inside Pauline's panties at the crotch, into the slit. She wore a plain close-fitting pair.

More murmurs of nervous mirth. From the sound of the bed creaking they must be on it and naked by this time. Pauline called Winnie Jo's pussy her mons, her wound, the portals to her soul, poetic stuff like that. "We must lick our wounds, mustn't we, precious?"

"Ummm lick my wound some more, dear. I adore it," Win said. "Get to me until my hindy churns like a house afire."

Presently Pauline found her place on top of my sister. I heard them getting fixed so their clits pressed together, then the bedsprings sang a rhythmic song as they diddled up and down like a man and women screwing. The sobbing cries were mostly from Pauline but Win was moaning, too. It made me hungry for her and a little jealous of this older woman.

I returned to the other bedroom. After a while, Pauline and Win came in, both naked, arm in arm. "Your sweetie sister decrees that there must be no secrets," Pauline said, with a sly smile and quirked eyebrow "So you've bared it all, I can see that." Pauline operated on a broad front, her tits were fairly flat but covered a large part of her chest, her pussy was surrounded by black hair wet now from where she and Win had showered, and the lips of her slit showed up dark pink down the crinkly middle of that nest.

"I love Winnie Jo, isn't that nice?" Pauline said. "You, too, Carol." She bounded over, kissed me, gave my tits a squeeze, hen fondled my seat. "So pretty."

I responded, that was all right, took a feel of her bubs, moved my hand down to her pussy, crooked a finger in through the lips while she stood trembling. Win poked her head around from in back of the teacher, grinning at me as she rubbed her body to make Pauline's chubby buttocks wobble.

"Oh, heavenly!" Pauline said. But then she had the nerve to ask me, "You don't mind, do you, darling, if Winnie Jo moves in with me because I simply must have the sweetie all night long? You can come and visit us, too of course, whenever you're hungry for our kisses. No secrets you know. Ha ha!"

"Sure, no secrets," I said. "But let's get one thing straight. My sister is going to live in the room she shares with me, not in yours. She can go and visit you whenever the two of you so desire. We'll leave it that way."

Pauline was a hot lesbian but she had other passions, including a quick temper, and she got pretty wrathy with me, reminding me that my sister and I were guests not likely to pay her much board money. "Okay," I said, "Winnie Jo and I'll go back to the farm, if that's the way you want it."

I saw Win, still in back of Pauline, grin and wink at me. She knew the teacher couldn't give her up even on a divvy basis. Pauline broke down in tears. "I've never in my life had what I wanted. Never!" She came and threw her arms around me. "Please, Carol, at least let her go with me on my next trip to Kansas City? Just one night together with my precious?"

I caught Win's vigorous nod and agreed to that. "She seldom gets to the city. Show her the sights, take her to an underground movie. She's only fourteen but she has a red demon's curiosity about sex "

"Oh, I'll really show her the town. I know a small place where they show only lesbian movies. Crudely acted but the girls do everything."

We had a steak dinner that evening with candles on the table and a bottle of Burgundy wine. Pauline smiled at the way Win cleaned her plate. She had the appetite of a wolf. Of course, any steak that graced the Weaver table at home had been pounded out of shape and was still tough, not like the broiled filet mignons Pauline provided.

I wondered what poor Daddy was eating at home alone. He'd probably opened a can of beans. I felt homesick, almost returned to the farm where I'd take my chances of being raped. I'd taken Daddy's dinger before without its hurting me much. Winnie Jo could stay and sleep with the teacher every night. Pauline would love that. But if Daddy wouldn't go to the doctor, take treatments. There was nothing I could do to reform him.

One thing we enjoyed at Pauline's was the luxury of a telephone. We hadn't had one at the cottage. Also with my being handy in town, a couple of boys called me for dates and I infuriated Win by going with them. She refused to double-date, was afraid to answer the telephone, so Pauline would answer it for her and if any boy asked for Win, Pauline would say, 'Sorry, she isn't home now even though Win stood right there.

I had to answer the phone with that negative, too, the weekend Pauline took Win to Kansas City on the bus. I was jolted with surprise at how low and lonesome I felt without the little monkey. They had a grand time in the city but Win told me, "I got tired of her being so jealous. All she wanted was nooky alone with me at the hotel. I wanted to go, go, go, and at the Lez club she took me to, those dames ganged up on me, kissing and taking feels every which way, until Pauline was fit to shimmy up a skyrocket."

I liked the boys, all right. I had no gay hangups, but the two I went with to shows and dances seemed tame after my having been screwed by Mel Blossom and Daddy. It was pleasant, though, fooling around with kids my own age, holding hands, kissing good night.

When they tried to take feels, I simply held them off without screaming at them.

"I don't go in for heavy petting," I'd say, with a straight face, and putting out of memory, like as not, that I'd licked my sister's pussy and done a sixty-nine with teacher Barlow only that morning when the three of us fooled around on Pauline's bed. Strangely enough I held a nice-girl reputation at school.

When Win and I rode out on our bicycle to do some work at the cottage and Daddy was off somewhere, Miz Blossom demanded that we come to the house for a little loving. Win refused as long as Mel Blossom was anywhere around, locked herself in the bathroom, and I finally went over alone.

"You're my favorite, anyhow " Miz Blossom said, "even if Win is so young and cute." She kissed with me for a while before we undressed all the way, but she loosened my jeans until they dropped The way her hand inside my panties on my bare pussy teased and petted, she had me staggering.

Sometimes we sweet-talked, more often called each other dirty names. I went down on Miz Blossom first, then she brought me out the same way. When I made her come with a big one, I embraced her bare fat ass with loving arms. She worked on me until she sent me flying. I lurched and moaned in ecstasy, gripping her head in my hands, and Miz Blossom was so wrought up, too, she sobbed with her face buried in my cunt.

"Sweetie, sweetie, have you missed me?"

I told her yes and it was the truth You couldn't experience such intense nookying with another woman and not miss her on lonely nights. We lay dreamy and peaceful for a while with my head on her tits. Then, of course, Mel, who had been hiding in the closet watching us, came out holding his big prick wagging it.

I saw him, heard him greet me, "Yeah, you hot screwball. I'm going to put it to you now " I lay still, pretending total disinterest. "Come on, Carol, open up your young twat. Twenty bucks extra if you kneel down and suck it the way I want you to, not a juice job. Just make it hot and ready for me to give you a long, hard, fucking."

I'd have died rather than admit it to him but I felt the heat gathering in me. I couldn't blot from memory the incomparable thrill of lying naked with a man on top of me, joined to me cock and cunt, humping and pumping to bring me to a glorious come. Without looking at him, I said, "I might for fifty."

He swore at me. Who did I think I was, a movie star? But Miz Blossom swore back at him.

She was liberal and on my side. "Don't be so cheap. We have plenty of money and these kids really need it. In LA, we paid Vivian two hundred and what did we get? Carol is better than any movie star, with her sweet young loving ass. She doesn't fake her orgasm."

Mel waved his arms around. "Okay, okay. You win as always. But look at what you've done, left me with a limpy."

"I'll take care of it, bozo," I heard myself offer. I got down on the floor in front of him, and his just seeing me naked there with my hand on his hairy leg restored his erection. I stroked his dick, fluttering my fingers along it, held it against my skin, between my tits, beneath my chin, and finally laid my cheek upon it. As I moved my head sidewise, my parted lips kissed its lengths, from his balls to the bluish-red head.

"You sweet little cocksucker!" Miz Blossom screamed. She got right down there with me, stroked my belly, kissed my shoulder. "Well, suck it. Go on and I'll kiss you while you've got a mouthful."

I covered the head of Mel's big cock with my lips. I gave it smacking kisses and I sucked it.

He groaned and shimmied, held the side of my head and ear with his rough hand. I drew my lips tight around his pecker just below the head, then kissed and sucked again. Miz Blossom was right there, nuzzling in Mel's pubic hair, and her darting tongue found the tip of mine, touching also the quivering stalk of Mel's meat.

"Dammit!" Mel yelled. It was too much for him. "Leggo! Or I can't hold it." I slicked my lips back off his dicky and he still almost lost his gism. He stood there red in the face, lips clamped together like somebody who had to go to the toilet.

I knew he wanted to screw me right away and well, what we'd all done had put me in the notion, too. I lay on my back on one of the beds. "Well, say something then!" he shouted at me. "Make it inviting."

Inviting Mel to fuck me hurt me much more than a bit of sweet talk with Miz Blossom. I did a slow shimmy, parted the lips of my pussy, flexed my knees.

"Good, good. Just say it now."

"Fuck me, Mel. Dear. Give me a good fucking."

He was peeled naked and he rushed at me, but Miz Blossom got in his way, threw him back. "Don't you dare put it to my sweetie." It was just a mock battle, of course. Mel gave her a spank that sounded loud but probably didn't hurt her. She stumbled, pretended to weep. "All right, Mel, dear. Make this cunt take cock and take it big!"

He hadn't waited, already he was doing it to me. He mounted me and I gasped at the weight of him on my belly. He was still nervous, trying to fit his prick into the slot and I guided it through the lips for him, or he might poke it up my pee-hole, and I gasped again.

I couldn't resist the burst of raw pleasure, so sweet and compelling, of the feel of a big pecker up in me. I hugged his brawny bare chest and put up to him.

Mel gave me a good orgasm yet he spilled over so quickly in his heat that he left me wishing I could take him or some other jazzbo, for one more round. But Miz Blossom got right down and frenched me, so that did it. I'd never seen her kiss Mel on the lips but she seemed to like the taste of his semen when offered up in the cup of my pussy.

Mel hurried to dress then, said he had business in town. I was glad he left it to Miz Blossom to pay me as she was more generous, made it an even hundred dollars. For that she expected and received from me a long cuddle and tongue kiss. "Mmm hurry back, baby. You're stony sometimes but I go for a thing that's hard, ha, ha!"

I had to make my peace with Win who chewed me out for whoring. But she couldn't stay angry with me for long. "I know you didn't want to cheat on me. They forced you huh? And just think, hon, a hundred bucks!"

"Sure, for you and me." But I hadn't been forced. I had spread my legs for the Blossoms after only the minimum of protest. The more I gave my body, the easier the welcome of caresses on my tits, mouth and pussy. The more the perverse lechery in the giving, the more my body glowed. At least, I told myself, I'd never felt more healthy.

But another date with Mel alone soon after that scared me out of my whoring. He took me to a motel where he made me go down on him, and then he screwed me for half an hour. Although he paid me fifty dollars. I'd never in my life felt so cheapened. Miz Blossom, for all her lack of morals, had acted as a sort of hostess when she'd eased me out of my pants and onto a bed.

No more of that straight prostitution. I told Mel I'd never meet him like that again.

He wouldn't give up, of course, and soon called me, wanting to know if he could put me in the way of earning fifty dollars after school. I was tempted as Win and I needed the money to help Pauline with her rent and food bill, but I refused. I changed the subject, inquired how my father was getting along, and Mel let out a blast.

"I can't tell you over the phone. I'll give you a lift in the Olds after school."

I met him that afternoon, and when he began taking feels I made him stop it by threatening to holler, scandalize his political career. "I only came to ask about my Dad."

Pretty disgruntled, he told me bluntly "You and Winnie Jo must have your father certified put away in a mental institution. I'm not going to stand for his wild tantrums any longer."

It seemed Daddy had threatened Miz Blossom, and Mel, too, demanded that she bring her daughter Dee home for a while. Dee had been quite willing. She'd visited, but Daddy had kept her at the cottage, screwing her almost without letup day and night for three days until even nympho Dee couldn't take any more.

"And I'm not taking any more, either," Mel said. "The man veers off into those insane frenzies. I know it. You know it. So you daughters will have to certify him and I'll bear witness."

"I don't see what Daddy can do that you need be afraid of. Dee's gone back to Kansas City, hasn't she?"

"Yes, but with a rapist like Todd on the loose, nobody's safe."

"Come on. He can't do anything to Miz Blossom that he hasn't done already. I've tried my best to get Daddy to see a doctor, take treatments, but so far he's put it off. I'm not going to snitch on him to the sheriff, tell of his raping those women. They'd send him to prison."

"Best place for a fiend." But Mel promised he'd hold off for a while. "We'll expect a little more cooperation from you, though, Carol. Maybe from Winnie Jo, too, and you know what I mean. It wouldn't hurt you to come to the house and be nice to Loretta and me. She misses you, dear."

I could still take Miz Blossom alone, but knew if I visited her house old Mel would show up, too, horning in on our romp. She kept calling me with her scoldings and threats, until I got good and tired of it. The next time I picked up the phone and heard her say, "This is Miz Blossom."

"Sure," I told her, and hung up.

The next afternoon, after school, Win and I earned a little money cutting roses and other flowers for a parade. When we returned home to the flat we found Mel Blossom sitting in the living room smoking a cigar, and Pauline crying in her bedroom.

"It's all over!" she wailed. "You two will have to clear out. I've never had what I wanted in my life, never! I thought surely this once I could be happy, but no. Why must I be excluded. I don't harm anybody. Why can't people be broadminded? Why? Why?"

I could guess right away what had happened-Mel's showing up. But Win shouted "What's that urpy man sniping and griping about this time? We didn't do anything."

"Our innocence doesn't count in the least." Pauline sniffed. "They don't care about proof, any more than did the witch-burners of old."

"That witch-burner stuff figures," I said "When the accuser is one of the big political crooks of Bindale County."

Mel Blossom walked into the bedroom without knocking, moved his hand to give Win a feelie on the seat of her pants, but she wheeled and would have kicked him in the stomach if I hadn't stopped her.

"Knock it off, girls," Mel said. "I haven't all night. You two Weaver girls pack your clothes and I'll move you back to the farm. Otherwise, it's my painful duty to go before the School Board and report Miss Barlow for corrupting this minor Winnie Jo, with unnatural acts and perversions."

"You have the unmitigated gall-" Pauline started to cry again.

Win shouted at Mel, "Where'd you pick such lies, off the walnut tree? Fat stinker!"

"Why, you poor corrupted little girl," Mel told her with a leer. "My wife will console you."

And when we were slow to mind him, "Come on, either you move back with me to the farm right now or Miss Barlow gets busted. It's that simple."

My eyes questioned those of Pauline and she nodded. "The local politicians in a place like Bindale wield Hitler power. That's what's so obscene."