Daddy Made Them Do It
by George Sussman
(cl-1009)


FOREWORD 

The case of the Weaver girls, their delinquent parents, their corrupters, 
rapists and lovers, roves the wide country of sexual expression. 
Psychologically, although sensual indulgence of Carol and Winnie Jo is 
associated with guilt, their abnormal sex life is causally linked to their 
rebellion against what they unconsciously regard as injustices done 
them-their mother's desertion, their father's neglect, his drinking and his 
violent crimes. 

In their nightly mutual. masturbation, aggression and masochism are 
strangely combined. 

The father cares but can't resist the luscious bodies of his young 
daughters. Winnie Jo escapes but only because Carol intervenes, yields 
herself to Daddy on the floor instead. 

Mel and Miz Blossom are allowed to indulge themselves with the girls for a 
price. They disdain old-fashioned ways in favor of such perversions as with 
a female servant in a bathtub. Mel likes to photograph Daddy in tricky 
genital unions with Miz Blossom. 

Carol lay beside her sister in the still of the evening and moved her hand 
to the sweet crotch. Winnie Jo responded by cupping Carol's breast in her 
hand. The sheets rustled as they worked at each other, driving their desires 
higher and their bodies closer. 

Wild with need, Carol plunged her fingers inward and Winnie shrieked with 
delight and humped her hips upward. The sisters clung together, writhing, as 
the pleasure began to-build. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

Months later a social worker was to prompt me, "So this man deflowered you 
and you told nobody but your fourteen-year-old sister. Go on, Carol." 

"Winnie Joe and I were very close," I told her. "And I guess nooky stuff was 
a favorite topic as we lay in bed hugging together at night." 

Seemed funny to hear it called deflowered. I was seventeen and a virgin when 
it happened, or at least up until then I'd never had a man's finger poked 
into me. Mel Blossom got me down and screwed me, but I don't think there was 
a flower other than weeds within a mile of the farm where we lived. 

T. Melville Blossom was his full name, the assessor of Bindale County, and 
he owned the eighty-acre farm. We Weavers, Daddy, Winnie Jo and myself, had 
a cottage on the south forty. Dad did most of the work on the farm, although 
Winnie Jo and I rode the cultivator and got out there with a hoe once in a 
while, too. 

My father was a fine-looking man, with powerful shoulders and a sort of 
proud walk. I used to love just to see him stride across a room. But after 
our mother skipped out, he turned weak in other ways, lost his good 
principles. Like he'd drink too much of his own moonshine and waste the 
little money we had hustling after women. He took naked pictures of them, 
too, then sold the prints in a pool hall. 

Winnie Jo and I never discussed our mother although I know we both often 
thought of her, wondering where she'd gone, was she sick or something and if 
she'd forgotten us. I was only nine when she left with a man she'd been 
writing to. He had sent her some money. 

He drove up for her in a Buick with Texas license plates, off they went and 
we've never seen or heard from her since. 

That day when Dad came home and found her gone was the first time I remember 
seeing him really drunk. Mother had scrawled across his bureau mirror with 
lipstick, "Go fuck yourself, you crazy drunk." She had a craving for smart 
clothes, going places with money to spend and I guess we never had enough. 
Winnie Jo and I didn't know at that time what that expression meant except 
that we guessed it was pretty insulting to Dad. 

This afternoon when my cunny took its first dinger Mel Blossom had sent 
Daddy over to Kansas City on business, he said. That was not too unusual. 
Mel's wife Loretta-we always called her Miz Blossom-was supposed to be home 
but wasn't. Winnie Jo stayed in town after school playing ping-pong with 
some other kids. I'd baked bread and was eating a hot crust of it with 
butter when Mel's big Oldsmobile stopped by the cottage. 

"Get in, Carol," he said. "Something I want you to do for me up at the 
house." 

I was barefoot, wearing thin cotton hot pants, undies, a scarf tied around 
my apple-sized tits, that's all. As I got into the car I caught Mel peeping 
at my tight crotch and down between my buddies. The way his eyes tried to 
eat up my privates excited me, turned me angry with him, still I didn't 
tighten the scarf to hide the nipples or close my legs together. 

The skin of my belly gleamed white and pretty compared with Mel Blossom's 
old hide which was a dried-up brown like the adobe earth. He was in his 
early fifties, with black hair and a broad, fat face behind large-framed 
glasses. When he was making a political speech his hazel eyes opened wide so 
he'd look like the voters' honest friend. Right now when he had a hard-on 
for me his face wore a bullgut squint. 

That slitted, gobbling gaze put the fear to me. My mouth worked to tell him 
'Stop staring at the seat of my pants!' But I didn't say it. We always had 
to think of how badly Daddy needed his job with the Blossoms. Miz Blossom 
was always threatening to run us all out because of Dad's drinking. 

Mel wore a pretty blue sport shirt open at the throat. He licked his lips 
and I had to forbid myself imagining how that big tongue would feel sloshing 
up and down on my bare pussy. 

Sure, I thought of kicks like that. Winnie Jo and I had done our share of 
playing and licking. When I'd bring my sister out with a good one she'd tell 
me I had the tongue of an angel, but of course our tricks in bed weren't 
very angelic. We'd only diddled each other's clitty with a finger at first, 
then I'd learned from an underground paper called 'Go Down' of how swingers 
did it with their tongues. 

I guess Winnie Jo and I had fun with our pussies because what else exciting 
was there to do that didn't cost good money? Between Daddy and Miz Blossom's 
keeping constant tabs on us, and our being stranded out on the farm, I 
hardly ever got a date with a boy and Win didn't even want one. 

I've masturbated ever since I was old enough to explore the slit between my 
legs with my finger, and I guess Winnie Jo has, too. You might call it our 
something in a nothing world. 

Sleeping together, it didn't take us long to learn it was keener fun to do 
it double. 

I didn't want Mel to screw me, I really didn't. If I'd though that's what he 
was up to, I'd never have gotten into the car with him. Winnie Jo and I 
loved to cuddle together, each with a hand between the other's legs, but I 
was pretty skittish of going into a clench with a boy, and Win fought like a 
young tiger if a boy even touched her. 

Mel Blossom drove with his knees spread apart, to leave room for the big 
hunk under the fly of his pants. I could see the bulge of his pecker there, 
trying to poke out straight, sort of hefting itself with rising throbs. I 
didn't peek at it particularly. Up until then, I'd thought of a man's dickie 
as a pretty uppy front tail. Of course I didn't know yet what it was like to 
feel one in me. 

I'd felt other things, but more on the outside of my diddly than in. 
Sometimes Daddy had me run the tractor, harrowing or cultivating a field. It 
was easy, monotonous work. I fixed a cushion out of an old piece of foam 
rubber because I said the tractor seat was hot and hard on my tender bottom, 
the way the tractor jounced around. But when nobody could see me, I bunched 
the cushion between my legs and it felt good when I pressed my nervous 
crotch down on it. 

When I told Winnie Jo about it, she hollered for her turn to drive the 
tractor. That kid had a lot of ideas. She'd take a piece of thick weed stalk 
and skin the tough rind off, leaving a spongy but fairly hard small stick. 
She'd reach this down inside her jeans and panties, fit it just so along the 
top of her slit and get really marvelous feelies when the cushion pressed it 
hard to rub against her beanie. 

A girl can make herself come with a little weed rod like that. I know 
because I've done it. I wouldn't have to stick it into my vagina. I'd just 
fit it snug between the lips at the top of the slit and away I'd go. Win 
never wanted anything poking inside her bush except maybe my finger and that 
not far. I like a teaser on the left side of my clit but I understand other 
girls have other styles. 

Besides Daddy, the only hired help on the farm was Graydon, Miz Blossom's 
chauffeur, and he'd- driven her to Independence in the Pontiac. So there was 
nobody around the house except Mel Blossom and myself. My hand was grabbed 
by his great brown paw. He led me into the house through the kitchen, down 
the hall and into the bedroom. 

"What's the big idea?" I said. I was getting pretty scared. All Mel had to 
do was unzip his pants and that big jock would come stabbing out at me. 

There were two beds in the room. Winnie Jo and I had wondered if Mel and Miz 
Blossom still screwed. Of course it would be no sweat for him to mosey over 
to the other bed and climb onto her. 

"I guess you kids know all about ladies' twat vibrators and such gadgets." 

Still holding me tight by the hand, he pulled me over to Miz Blossom's 
vanity. Seeing in the mirror the scared, blue-eyed, freckled-faced,, 
dark-ash blonde that was me didn't help my cool any. The full lips, the wide 
mouth. The top curves of my bare bubbies, with the pink jutting nipples 
plain to see through the thin scarf. And you could call my hot shorts my 
pussy pants, the center of attraction was so obvious. 

Mel Blossom's greedy eyes didn't miss a thing and he wasn't the slow kind to 
keep his hands off. He had his arm around me now, holding one of my tits, 
squeezing it. 

"Shit, but you're built, Carol." His breath was coming gusty. I could smell 
the old cigar smoke on it. "You aren't frightened of Mel, you pretty thing, 
you?" 

"You'd better take your hands off me!" 

"Aw, now, I haven't even had a good feel of you yet. Can't we skip the 
don't-you-dare-touch-me crap?" He stopped tweaking the nipple of my tit for 
the moment but still had his arm tight around me and he held my hand. "I 
could help, cutie. I could do big things for you." 

"Oh, leave me alone! I know all about the big thing you'd like to shove up 
into me." 

"You wised-up kids! But say, that's why I want your opinion of this doohicky 
of Loretta's." 

With the hand that wasn't holding me, he pulled open a drawer. "Just feel 
what she's got hidden under her pants." 

He was putting me on, what did Miz Blossom have hidden under her pants. But 
I still hoped I could get out of there unfucked. So I reached beneath his 
wife's stack of fancy underwear: Then I let out a yelp. My hand came in 
contact with what felt like a snake. 

"Go on," Mel said. "Take it out and look at it." 

I knew what it was then. I'd never held one in my hand before but I'd seen 
them advertised in the 'Go Down' paper. It was an artificial eight-inch 
penis, made of red rubber, circumcised, with a long curved head, and a 
little lump on the top to the rear end of it. 

"Now, what do you suppose Loretta would want a thing like that for?" Mel 
said, pretending he didn't know. "Does she sit and admire it when she's 
naked and horny? Do you suppose she sticks it up into her hot cunt?" 

Still holding the red thing I was wordless. My eyes blinked misty with being 
mad and I didn't know what else. I saw Mel gloating, thinking himself pretty 
smart because he'd made me redden. I think even my tits were burning, and I 
had a tight, itchy feeling in my crotch. 

"What's the world coming to that a respectable woman like Loretta would want 
to fuck herself with that rubber pecker-whaddya call it?" 

"Oh, for heaven's sake! It's a dong with a stimulator." I knew that much and 
so of course did Mel. 

"Well, you don't say! Okay, so she goes ding-dong up her hot box. But why a 
piece of rubber when she could have this?" He reached down to pat the 
dinger-bulge in his pants, and in spite of my being scared and not wanting 
him to screw me, something made me take a quick look. Then I had to look 
again when he unzipped his pants, let that long horny stick of meat leap 
out, pink and peckering. 

I jerked my head away from the sight but I was all upset, because that 
dickie had fascinated me. I looked down and saw my hand holding the rubber 
prick give it an involuntary squeeze. 

I didn't peek any more but I knew Mel was stroking his dickie. "You'd think 
if Loretta wanted cock, she'd go for this juiced-up one, now, wouldn't you? 
You'd go for it, too, wouldn't you cutie? Don't try to kid me. I saw you go 
goggle-eyed admiring Mr. Peter. 

Come on, see how it stands up and waggles. Yeah, Carol, why don't you take a 
feel, because it's ready to fuck you good like a stiff cock should." All I 
could blurt out was, "I don't want any of that stuff. You turn me loose now 
so I can go home." I tugged my hardest. We staggered around but I couldn't 
get away. 

"Stop putting on an act, you're a hot little piece, we both know that, hah? 
Didn't we decide we weren't going to waste time with any of that big scared 
crap?" I would have put the dong back in the drawer but he wouldn't let me. 
He shoved it in through the clutch of my fingers, back and forth, as though 
my hand was a pussy and that thing was screwing into it. "Tell me, what's 
this little tit on the rear of the rubber pecker for? Now I'll admit my own 
jock doesn't have one of those little knobs." 

"You know as well as I do it's the clit-teaser for when the dong's all the 
way in." 

"In where, you little cock-teaser?" 

"Ohhh, in the woman's cunt! Now that you've made me say that, will you 
please let me go, Mr. Blossom?" 

"Well, scratch my balls, what won't they think of next?" Mel knew all about 
it, of course. He was just pushing it at me. "Let's see you try it, Carol. 
Come on, chickie, show old Mel how you stick it in good?" 

"Don't be silly! You leave me alone." 

"So you won't let me see you poke it into your cunt? All right, then. Put it 
back in the drawer. Pull down Loretta's panties and you'll find the place to 
put that rubber prick, won't you? Ha ha!" 

I leaned over to lay the dong back under Miz Blossom's underwear, but then I 
did have to dance and holler. Mel moved in right behind me. He goosed me 
with his fingers working like mad on my pussy through my cotton hot pants 
and bikini. 

His other arm held me hard around the waist. "Sure, squeal," he said, his 
voice thick. "I like what you've got for me, chickie, and there's nobody 
else close enough to hear." He was stronger than I'd ever thought, with his 
hand beneath my crotch, lifting me clear off my feet. And what his fingers 
were doing to my pussy! 

I was all mixed up mad because I felt so mauled and helpless and the heat 
swirling up through my body put me in a frantic rush, a shame-panic as 
though I were standing up in high school to recite and felt myself peeing my 
pants and having a terrific orgasm at the same time. 

I kicked and squirmed until he had to let go of me between my legs. "Got a 
good rise out of you, didn't I?" he teased without mercy. He'd pulled my hot 
pants about half off me and the scarf around my tits had come loose, leaving 
one standing completely nipple-buttoned bare and the other almost. 

Mel yanked the scarf all the way off, dropped it on the floor, held me from 
behind, his rough hands cupping my tits, fingers jiggling the nipples. 
"Yeah, yeah." He was breathing hard and I could have told him he was getting 
a big rise out of it, too. "Yeah, chickie, I like those young apples. Say, 
you hold still now and I'll kiss 'em up for you, make you buzz like a 
honeybee." 

"No, you don't!" I yelled, but it was like he said, nobody was around to 
hear me. 

He got a tight hold of my head, held it while he kissed me on the mouth. His 
chest moved deep against me taking in air and I could see the sweat on the 
large frame glasses he wore. "Carol, no kidding, I'm mighty fond of you. 
Young stuff." He bent my body into his stomach. "I'm tired of poking into 
Loretta's old twat, you understand me?" 

"Stop it, or I'll tell my father. Miz Blossom, too." 

"Go right ahead." The sound of his not-caring laugh made me choke and sob. 
He wasn't at all scared that Daddy and his wife would find out he was raping 
me. And who else would ever care besides Winnie Jo and she was too little to 
fight him off. I was proud of still being a virgin, a lot of the girls I 
knew at school weren't. Now this sweaty man squinting through his big-eyed 
glasses would take me and I'd become one more loser. 

He said, "Loretta knows the score. We made a deal. Your Dad, too. Why'd you 
suppose he's over in KC, if that's where he's really at?" 

I wrestled with him. I'd worked enough to have developed a little muscle, 
but he held me easily from behind so I couldn't knee him in his balls. I 
could feel his bare pecker wagging as I twisted and turned, tried to pull 
loose. Tiny dribbles off the head of it wet my leg. 

He worked my hot pants loose enough so they slid down. My undies were not 
much bigger than a handkerchief. When he reached his sweaty hand down my 
front, inside them, over my mound to the slit, I got my right arm free and 
swatted my fist up into his face, making him stagger. 

But that only made him more wrathy, didn't stop him. He yanked my bikini 
down over my fanny, let it drop, then he cracked me several times there with 
his open palm so hard I yelped and cried. I couldn't help it. I felt so bad 
and hurting. But I swore at him, too. "You fat-bellied old piss pot!" 

That was no good, brought only more hard cracks. My eyes couldn't see for 
crying. 

"Say now, Carol, how'd you like the feel of my stiff cock against your bare 
ass?" And when I wouldn't answer, whack, whack! He held me while he pressed 
that meat stick against my rear, rubbed and rolled it, wetting me. 

I had to say, "Yes, I feel it." I was gasping in pain. My hot pants and 
bikini were around my feet. "Please let me get dressed now?" 

As if he'd turn me loose until he'd screwed me! For answer, her swung me up 
so that I rose away from even those clothes, was left bare-naked from head 
to feet. He shoved me over to one of the beds and back down on it. 

"You're going to take cock, Carol. You've been asking for it, shaking your 
hot ass and tits in my face. Okay, are you going to lie down quiet there on 
that bed or do I have to " beat the crap out of you, then fuck you while 
you're unconscious?" 

I didn't answer. I just shut my eyes and lay still. I wasn't talking up for 
any more of his beating. A minute later the bed jounced as he got on it with 
me. I opened my eyes to see him over me, on his hands and knees, with that 
big whanger jiggling over my navel. It was stiff and throbbing to poke into 
me. He was all bare, too. I could see his fat belly with the crease across 
it that his belt had made. He moved me so I was lying on my back, then he 
spread my legs apart. 

His cigar breath was so strong that I thought I was going to be sick. But 
when he kissed me, I didn't seem to smell it any more. Why, I don't know, 
since his tongue was in my mouth, licking around. He lay on his side, 
kissing me, one hand fooling with my tits and the other stroking up and down 
over my mound and pussy. 

He nudged his pecker against my thigh but not bearing down because he didn't 
want to shoot off before he'd got it into my cunt. I took hold of it as 
though it were my sweet candy stick, milked it. I was trying to bring out 
the juice so it would go limp but he slapped my hand away. "Don't yank it so 
hard or I'll make you suck it." 

"You can't force me to suck it," I goaded him. That might let me escape from 
being raped. 

I felt sure I could make him squirt, then he'd be out of soup for a while 
and I'd still be a virgin. 

He only said, "Shit, but you're a hot piece. I should have got onto you long 
ago." He took off his glasses and put them on the bureau. I scrambled off 
the bed but stumbled, and he caught me. He threw me back down. "Pretty 
crusty but that's okay." He kissed me some more, on my mouth and throat and 
boobs. 

He had two fingers between the lips of my pussy, one of them crooking into 
the tender opening. I tried not to think of his doing that, tried not to get 
hot for him. I closed my legs but he only spread them wide apart again and 
after that I lay still. Except for a little bouncing as I took his fingers 
in my vagina and on my clit, I couldn't keep still while that was going on. 

I'd let Winnie Joe finger-fuck me so often that my body had pretty well made 
out to those thrills. I guess my sex nerves hardly knew the difference 
between Win's sweet-loving pressures and this tacky man's. Still her finger 
was little and gentle compared to Mel's. 

"You've got a swell muff, cutie. I like a young girl's full beard. You know 
Loretta has lost almost all the hair off her cunt?" 

It hurt where his rough hand pinched and pulled the hair. I knew now that 
I'd never get away from him unfucked and I wished he'd hurry and get it over 
with. My hands were on the bare skin of his back. I didn't know whether I 
wanted him to kiss me any more or not, but my mouth opened for air, stayed 
open as his tongue slid in between my jittery lips. 

"You want it now, chickie?" Big Mel was panting like a dog. "You hot for 
cock?" 

I didn't say anything. I thought so long as I had to take it in me, it would 
hurt less if I guided it. I reached down and there was Mel's pecker fat and 
pulsing in my hand. With my other hand, I parted the lips of my pussy and 
nudged the juicy head of it against the tiny opening. 

I hunched up, was going to let it ease in, but Mel was impatient. He rammed 
it into me all the way. It hurt like fury. I wanted to double up with the 
pain. He saw that and muttered a self-satisfied, "Yeah!" He felt himself the 
big bullgut taking my virginity, socking it to me. 

The burning pain was all I could think of at first. Was I torn apart and 
bleeding? But afterwards, I saw that I hadn't bled at all. 

Mel lay on me full length, jabbing me, planting his big dick to full depth, 
then not so deep, and at each push and twist, it chafed my cunt. One of his 
hip bones dug into my side and bruised me, too, but I wasn't even thinking 
of that. 

Even when the pain was sharpest, there were hot tingles that I'd never 
really felt right there before in my life. The way little flashes shot 
through me surprised me with what I knew must be fucking pleasures, deeply 
different from the way I'd get excited when Winnie Jo licked my pussy. 

Mel was between my legs. He had me down and there was no getting away from 
his hard screwing. When he pulled up my legs, I wound them over his and 
before I knew it, I was humping along with him, tightening and relaxing the 
cheeks of my bottom to his plunges. 

I asked myself what's the matter with me that I'm putting up to this awful 
man? But there it was. I knew I'd be disappointed now if he were suddenly to 
stop fucking me. After all my fighting him, I wanted Mel to bring me out 
with release from this itchy burning. 

Not that I'd give in and tell him. Anyhow, right now I didn't have enough 
breath to speak. 

But every so often when he eased up and lay quietly on me, I couldn't help 
but hug his chest to my tits. It seemed to touch my nipples with a mystic 
fire. 

He would ease off, then come on strong again, to make it last longer, so he 
wouldn't be shooting his gism before he knocked me off. I didn't ease my ass 
movements. I couldn't lie still any more. I had my eyes shut but I knew I 
was naked and hot and being fucked. I stopped thinking of Mel's doing it. He 
didn't count any more. He was just a body making these wonderful sensations 
come alive in me. 

I felt a come, a big one stirring. It rose up out of my heat and happened, 
and it was pleasure-pain to beat them all, a deep shuddering that I had to 
go for, no matter what. I humped up hard and wriggled to take him. Then it 
was up and over all of me, zipping every nerve in my body, just about the 
time I felt Mel's dinger squirting semen inside me. 

He got off. "How do you like being laid, Carol?" 

At once then my mind switched back to Mel's having got me down and I didn't 
love him. I loathed him. "So that's all the size of you?" I said to hurt. 
"Any girl that wants your hot dog in her can have it, but spare me. You 
turdy old potbelly!" 

He was shocked that I'd talk like that right when he kidded himself he'd won 
me. "The hell of a thing to say to a man in the prime of his life!" I'd got 
to him, smacked him in his pride. 

Still another part of him was crowing away because he knew he'd made me come 
to him. I scrambled off the bed before he clouted me, ran into the bathroom. 
There I washed his slicky come off my body hair and underneath. He followed 
me, came up behind me as I bent over with a washcloth in my hand, gave me 
pats and feels. He asked me, worrying, "You won't get knocked up, will you?" 

I shook my head. I was just two days past my period. 

"Will you start taking the pill if I give you some for your own protection? 
You don't want to get big with my baby growing in you?" 

"Please, hell, no!" He took some pills from a cabinet, handed them to me. 
There were several cards with pills strung along for different dates, a big 
supply. I accepted them without saying anything; he was paying for them. 

"One card is for Winnie Jo." He leered at me. "She needs a little hot rod, 
too, huh, cutie?" 

"You!" The cards of pills dropped from my hand to the tiled floor of the 
bathroom. I was so mad. "If you ever lay your dirty hands on my sister, I'll 
kill you!" 

"Shit!" He got that true word, all right, backed off scared. "Okay, okay, 
hold your fire." 

I clamped my lips, saying nothing. When he tried to pat me, I slapped him 
across the stomach. 

"Ummm, look, "Carol. If I promise not to touch Winnie Jo, will you put it up 
for me when I want it, without any snot and that pretending you're scared 
shitless crap?" 

I glared at him. But Winnie Jo was just a kid. He could manhandle her rough, 
throw her down and put it to her. Keenly sensitive as she was to any man's 
even touching her it would practically kill my sister, destroy any chance of 
her having normal relationship with boys. "All right, maybe I'll screw with 
you once in a while under that condition." 

"Hey, only once in a while? You'd better get bigger-hearted, cutie." He led 
me back into the bedroom, rummaged in his pants pocket and wallet, handed me 
a twenty-dollar bill. 

"You like your nooky when it earns you one of these?" I allowed him a nod, 
took the money. Mel was rich, not from farm crops I'd heard, But from his 
crooked deals as county assessor. 

"You're hot stuff, Carol." He kissed me on the lips, then on my bare 
nipples, made them pucker out again. "I don't mind saying you're the slicket 
piece of tail I've had in I don't know when. Didn't my old jock get to you 
as good as any of those young bucks?" 

"I couldn't say, you bastard." I couldn't call him Mr. Blossom to be polite. 
"Yours is the first cock I've ever felt in me." The enormity of what had 
happened hit me like a rush of sickness. "I was a virgin and you raped me!" 

CHAPTER TWO 

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. 

CHAPTER THREE 

I found nobody home and felt glad of that. Winnie Jo had ridden off on some 
errand on her bicycle and Daddy was in the field, working, or maybe just 
squatting between the corn rows drinking from his jug. The way I felt, I 
wished I could take my sister, leave the farm and my father and never come 
back. Of course, that was impossible practically for lack of money. 

Up until that time I'd earned only piddling amounts at odd jobs. Winnie Jo 
and I worked around the house and on the farm but nobody ever thought of 
paying us for it. Now the Blossoms had paid me sixty dollars for nookying 
with them and I wondered whether I could ever put by enough from that source 
to run away with Winnie Jo so we could live by ourselves. Prospects looked 
dismal from any angle. I didn't want to fall into the habit of loving up any 
woman's pussy besides my sister's. 

When she came home, I told her all that happened, whereupon her small face 
pinched in a fighting glare that was mostly fright. "You're right, Carol. 
We've got to get out of here before the sky caves in on us. Mel as good as 
raping you, and I don't even want to think about Dad's wallowing in sex with 
Miz Blossom-yes and the crazy way he's stared at me sometimes! If Mel or 
Daddy tries it with me; I'll fight 'em off with rocks as big as pumpkins." 

She grabbed a handful of my right tit as though it were a rock. 

"Hey, you nut, but don't worry. I won't let them touch my little sweetie." 

"Mmm, big Sis. But where can we ever find the money to live on in Bindale or 
some city? 

Of course, that sixty bucks is a starter, huh? Would Miz Blossom pay you 
extra if I went with you next time? I'd never in the world lay it for Mel, 
but maybe I wouldn't mind so much fooling around naked with you and Miz 
Blossom." 

"You little sexenheimer!" 

"So are you!" 

We wrestled and pushed each other around in the kitchen but didn't really 
meant it. Daddy came in for supper but could hardly eat the chicken I'd 
fried. He had a good talking-to coming from me but when he was so glazed 
with moonshine his conscience was beyond my reach. 

Monday, I came home from school early and we had it out. I was in my senior 
year and would graduate in a few weeks. "If you haven't thought of the 
future," I told Daddy, "I have. 

I'm going to get a job, and as soon as I can earn enough money, I'm going to 
live in town and take Winnie Jo with me. It isn't safe for Win so near the 
Blossoms' bawdy house." 

Daddy was sullen. "You'll have to get along with what we have, Carol. You 
can't leave the farm. I won't allow it. Also, do you have to talk raw like 
that, dear?" We were in our tiny living room, sitting on the edges of oak 
chairs, I trying to get him to look at him, and Daddy staring down at the 
worn carpet. 

"Daddy, while you were supposed to be in Kansas City the other day, you were 
really at an Independence motel, weren't you? Putting the prod to Miz 
Blossom?" 

There was an instant's meeting of our eyes and he winced at the shock of my 
knowing all about his weakness. He turned away from me and the legs of the 
chair scraped the floor. 

He half-rose, would have gone for a drink if I hadn't told him, "No, you 
just sit right there and listen to me." He sat down again, held his head in 
his hands. It was as though I were the parent and he the child. 

He'd been working, wore an old pair of pants, and as it was hot his tanned 
chest bulged out big. I still had on the mini outfit and pantyhose I'd worn 
to school. Miz Blossom found Daddy very good-looking at forty-two, she'd 
said, and for all his hangups, I wanted him to be strong and manly He had 
sandy hair and blue eyes, was clean-shaven with a round, smooth face, heavy 
in the jowls from drinking so much. 

"While you were gone that day," I said, "Mel Blossom tricked, me into the 
house and got me down in the bedroom. He gave me my choice of laying it for 
him or he'd knock me unconscious and then rape me anyhow. So I had to let 
him." 

My father sprang up blustering. "I'll horsewhip the rotten bugger!" 

Physically he could slap down Mel Blossom all right, but he lacked the will. 
I didn't say anything but I had to bite my lip not to burst out crying, 
Daddy was just trying to bluff it out. 

We both knew he'd gone off on that date with Miz Blossom, leaving the way 
clear for Mel to take me. 

Then he stopped pretending. "N-n-n-" he was stammering. "Nothing happened to 
Winnie Jo, did it?" 

"No, and I won't let it, for you or the Blossoms or anybody else. Daddy, 
what's the hold they have over you? Did they catch you stealing or 
something?" 

"Worse." He bolted for his own room and his liquor jug. I heard him downing 
a snort but he came right back. "You think I'm a bad man, Carol, not fit to 
be a father?" 

"We'll work it out." I mashed my lips together. 

"You don't know the half of it. Sure I get drunk, but that's because I don't 
care any more whether I live or die. I ought to be taken out and hanged." 

"It's sex stuff, isn't it? You'll just have to get over it like a sickness." 
I came over and sat on his lap and he held me tight. "What is it you do 
that's so frightful?" 

At first he wouldn't tell me. Then his hand was patting the inside of my 
leg. It got too far up my panthose and I whacked it away. 

"Daddy, for heaven's sake!" 

"So you see?" he shouted. "I can't leave any woman alone. I'm a fucking 
rapist!" 

His voice was hoarse, and he broke down, crying. My heart went out to him 
but he made me plenty exasperated, too, especially as he couldn't hold me on 
his lap without his hands itching to take feels of my tits and bottom. I got 
off his knees when beneath my thigh I felt his virile member rising hard 
enough to poke into me. 

I touched his cheek so he'd have to look at me. "If you could only stop 
drinking you wouldn't have those notions any more, would you?" 

"Damn the drinking! Carol, you don't understand." He shook his head, bowed 
it. "It's the thinking of what I've done that makes me drink. But it's no 
use. I keep wanting a woman. 

When Miz Blossom gives me whisky and we tear off a hot one and then some 
more, I forget my troubles for a while. But after a bit, the old craving 
comes over me again." 

I remembered the two Blossom kids, Curtis and Dee, both very lazy and 
spoiled. They had fooled around as they pleased, much too good to do farm 
work. Curtis had moved out to Los Angeles and Dee to Kansas City. The girl's 
departure had been sudden, I recalled, and I asked Daddy, "Was Dee the one 
you raped? She was no virgin. I'll bet there'd been a dozen ahead of you." 

"Dee, yes. I caught her alone in the woodshed one afternoon and piled onto 
her. She fought me like a mountain lion the first time, but later she 
couldn't get her fill of it. She'd even drop her pants for me out in the 
field. Then Miz Blossom caught us, made me sign a confession that she still 
holds, could use against me with the sheriff at any time. Shipped out Dee, 
but whenever I'm in KC, Dee still takes me on if she can possibly work it. 

"She and her husband live in a beautiful four-bedroom house and she's 
usually dolled up like a pink poodle. I come in my old clothes so she makes 
me pretend I'm a serviceman, but our clothes are soon off and we got to it, 
maybe even while she has guests in another room of the house." 

The pride and color went out of me. I felt as cold as leftover coffee. Daddy 
and that snip, Dee Blossom. She'd treated Winnie Jo and me like dirt. We 
were the poor cottage folks of course, but she was no bargain. "You sure 
don't need to go out and hang yourself over that twist, Daddy." But then I 
realized there must have been others. "How many more girls have you raped?" 

"I don't rightly know, Carol." His acts of violence were nothing he wanted 
to remember, but from the way he told it there must have been twenty or so 
incidents. In our old Rambler car, he'd pick up a girl hitchhiker at the 
edge of some town. You'd think she'd have better sense but she'd get right 
in. One time he gave a lift to three co-eds and diddled them all. 

"Don't they fight and scream?" 

"Not so much. They've all put out before. They don't want to get hurt. 
That's how they excuse it, thinking it would take only one crack of my big 
fist to knock them out. There've been times-true, of course. Then in some 
out-of-the-way spot I take them, either in the car or out on the grass. I 
don't break any bones. Sometimes I've torn their pants off; and a girdle is 
a nuisance when a man is in a hurry to have it, but otherwise the women get 
by all right." 

I hated to believe what he was saying, but I had to. "What happens 
afterwards? Don't the girls report you?" 

"Mostly they don't report me, so far as I know. We just get back in the car 
and go on our way. In KC about a month ago I got reported, not by name, only 
a vague description. I'd climbed in through a window of a ground floor flat. 
There was this middle-aged woman and her daughter. Then a man came home, 
caught us at it. I'd had the girl and was taking on the older woman, had her 
spread out on the floor with her clothes all up, not really crying because I 
screwed her, just sort of moaning. I left off long enough to sock this man a 
couple. The woman didn't say a word, just lay there exposed with her legs 
sort of jiggling. I got back down on her, pounded it into her till she got 
it good. As soon as I'd finished her off, I got up and ran, but later the 
man reported me, it was in the KC paper." 

"Daddy, you've just got to stop all that!" So powerful with his big fits, 
yet so weak in his self-control. 'Taking girls in the car that way, climbing 
through people's windows-it's a wonder you aren't in jail right now " 

"I know that right well, honey. They'll get me. Somebody will kill me." 

"How long have you been this way?" 

"For years. Lately it's been much worse than ever before. I catted around 
even while your mother was home and it made her pretty mad. I reckon the 
wanting a woman has been in my blood ever since I was grown enough to raise 
it." 

Yes and he could raise it like a ball bat. I recalled the pictures of him 
.Miz Blossom had shown me, with that towering erection. I could see the form 
of his penis right now, as though a kitten were stretching itself inside the 
crotch of his pants, arching its back. 

"That wicked old rod jerks up, Daddy, and then you just have to go?" 

"Yeah, there's that. But mostly-I don't know what triggers the action but 
the lust comes over me so bad that I absolutely have to have the woman. And 
when I go so hot for her, she feels it, too. She knows it has to be, like 
it's nature's way. Some have offered to go down on me, then they'd stay 
faithful to their husbands or lovers. That's how they figure it, but a blow 
job wouldn't do for me. I have to put that old rod into the crotch pocket 
where it belongs." 

"I guess Miz Blossoms has sucked you off?" I shut my eyes, imagining the 
urpy scene. 

"Well, yeah, but that's different. She pays me so we do everything." He 
frowned. "I don't want to think about it. And that's pretty raw talk from my 
daughter." 

"Is it? You should have thought of that before you let Mel Blossom screw 
me." I stood up, hugging my tits. I thought of Winnie Jo's warning the other 
night, "We've got to get out of here before the sky caves in on us." But I 
had to help Daddy if I possibly could. For sure, nobody else was going to. 

"You've got to see a doctor, Daddy. Don't admit to him you've gone around 
raping women. 

He might snitch to the sheriff. Tell him only that you have desires that you 
can't resist, then maybe he can give you medicine or gland treatments that 
will cool you down. If he can't fix you any other way, you'll have to let 
them operate, you can see that." 

"You're right, Carol. I must see the doctor." But from the way he said it, I 
doubted he'd get the nerve to go. He was afraid he'd be castrated. 

"Daddy, you've got to. If I make an appointment for you with Dr. Johnson, 
will you keep it?" 

"Well, no, leave it to me. I'll handle it." 

Whatever his good intentions, Daddy was weak, scared that a medical 
examination would lead to the cutting out of his testicles. I guess no man 
wants that. But women didn't want to be raped, either. Or maybe some of them 
did want it? According to him they'd put up only dilly-dallying resistance. 
But whether they wanted his big tool in them or not, he could be sent to 
prison for criminal assault. 

I was scolding him when I saw through the window Winnie Jo coming on her 
bicycle. We'd have to knock it off. I'd tell Win the bad news later. It was 
shock enough for Daddy that I'd seen him break down crying, without Win 
gaping at him, too. 

He took me by the shoulders and his eyes were pleading. "Don't let me do it, 
Carol." 

"I'll try." But physically how could I ever stop him? He could knock me cold 
with one swat. 

"If you'll only go to Dr. Johnson?" 

"Uh, I reckon. Been worrying about the little one. Don't ever let me put it 
to Winnie Jo." 

I stared at him, shuddering, as I recalled his doggie looks at the kid. 
"Daddy, if you can't even control your hot nuts for Win, she and I are 
moving out." 

"No, please, don't leave me. I need you here. Just help me, don't let me do 
it. I've tried my hardest to keep off her but sometimes it's been a near 
thing." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

"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?" 

CHAPTER FIVE 

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." 

CHAPTER SIX 

I walked on up to the cottage but before going in, I laid down my 
schoolbooks and had a look at our little garden. Winnie Jo and my father 
were home. I heard their voices inside, and I had planted lettuce, carrots, 
beans and potatoes in neat rows, all of which were coming up nicely. I 
pulled up a carrot that looked grown enough, wiped the dirt off-it and bit 
into it. The long, knobby jigger reminded me of Miz Blossom's dildo and I 
thought the first chance I got, I was going to buy one of those for Win and 
I to fool around with. 

All at once, the screen door of the cottage slammed and Winnie Jo came 
racing out, bare above the waist and holding up her pants with one hand as 
she ran. A couple of strides behind her came my father. He, too, was bare 
above the waist, but he went that way most of the time. What made me gasp 
and holler was to see his fly open and his penis out and up like a flagpole. 

He was fixing to rape Win! Miz Blossom's warning rang in my ears, 'I'm not 
kidding you, baby. I know of terrible things your Dad has done.' I threw 
what was left of the carrot in his face. That was no good at stopping 
him-just my angry reaction. Winnie Jo saw me and her big blue eyes pleaded 
with me to do something to rescue her. She was running and panting so hard 
she couldn't speak. 

She changed direction, toward me, but in doing so, her blue denim jeans 
slipped down, her foot caught and she pitched forward on her face in the 
weedy adobe soil of our backyard. 

The big man chasing her, red-faced, lips parted and wet with saliva, eyes 
crazy-wild, was not the father I'd loved. At that moment, I realized he 
wasn't sane. If he was aware of what he was doing, he couldn't help himself 
any more than an animal that obeys only raw instinct. But in his eyes I 
caught a flicker of pleading, that I must stop him before he raped Winnie 
Jo! 

I didn't say anything to him. It wouldn't have penetrated his head. All I 
could do was fling myself between him and Win, allow her a chance to 
scramble up, tugging at her loose pants. I told her, "Lock yourself in the 
bathroom!" and she dashed back into the house. 

Daddy and I were rolling around on the ground. I tried to get to my feet and 
run, too, but his powerful arms wound around my waist and there was no 
fighting loose from that clutch. I talked to him now, begged him not to hurt 
me, but I might as well have tried to reason with the big walnut tree or 
Magnussen's bull. He pushed up my mini and ripped the pantyhose off my legs. 
It was down to his screwing me then. I tried to escape, squirming around, 
the hard ground chafing my bare skin. 

He turned me over to get at me, lifted me by one arm and one leg. I was 
kicking the other and bawling. He hugged me up against him to keep me still. 
I pushed at him with my free hand but didn't strike my father. 

Somehow, his holding me that way confused me with sudden weakness. 

But there was no fatherly comfort in his knocking me off. He took aim at my 
crotch and brought me down on his spike! How he managed to hit my vaginal 
entrance that way I'll never know, but he did. Bull's-eye, and I was being 
raped by my own father! 

I felt that crowbar-jock ram up into me until it nudged the very core of my 
womanhood. I was being disemboweled by a bayonet! 

Not really tearing anything, though. Daddy had that knack. He didn't break a 
woman's bones or hurt her badly. I was still hot and open from all the 
screwing with Mel and Miz Blossom. 

If he'd raped virginal Winnie Jo, the poor kid really would have been 
bleeding! 

He crushed down upon me and I took him lying on my back on the hard ground. 
Daddy was bigger built than Mel Blossom, I could tell that right away. And 
so monster-strong I hadn't a chance of throwing him off. My ass slapped 
whack-whack on the ground as my genitals took the fuck-fuck-fuck fast and 
hard of his long pecker. 

The same rod that had spit the seed of me into my mother! So what was 
happening to me right at that moment was incest! 

The thought flashed through my panicky mind: if ever some boy wants to marry 
me, shall I tell him about this? But the thought quickly slipped away. Daddy 
had told me that when he raped a woman, she seemed to catch his heat, share 
it and for her to submit was a necessity of nature. 

The big truth! I stopped fighting. My hands clutched Daddy's bare back. My 
thighs and middle began to work, taking him. 

Turning my head to face the side, I saw Winnie Jo staring down at me, 
shocked and bewildered. She was still topless and holding up her denim 
pants. "Stop it right now, both of you. Don't you let him screw you, Carol. 
I mean it!" 

I didn't waste breath answering that silly order. Couldn't she see he was 
already screwing me and doing hell's own job of it? My father's big dick was 
a swinger, a dancer in my cunt. 

Plop, plop, plop. And the heat it stirred was also in me, mounting in 
quivery waves. 

I knew Daddy would never let up thumping my hindy into the ground until he'd 
shot off in me. So wasn't my fucked-up fate already written in the stars? Or 
do they have dirty toilet walls up there in starry space to write stuff 
like, 'Carol is being raped by her own father!' By this time, any stars 
looking down could see that I was taking it, humping, screwing him back. And 
wasn't that double incest? I couldn't help it. I went on putting up to my 
father. 

Winnie Jo didn't say any more but she squatted down by me, took my hand off 
Daddy's back and kissed it. She never tired of kissing me different places. 
Then she stuffed my hand inside her loose pants, right down between her 
legs, patted it on her mound and slit. 

That's the way she had to get into the act, not be ignored. But she shunned 
any skin contact with Daddy She skewed around so she could kiss me on the 
lips without touching Daddy, at the same time fondling my hand over her 
little pussy. I couldn't do much with her. Daddy was heavy on me, putting it 
so hard and fast now my body was moving and bending in unison with his. 

Winnie Jo stopped fooling with me, and sprang up. "Jiggers! Here comes 
Graydon!" 

Hardly anyone ever took the private road to our cottage, but at this worst 
of all times, he had to. Daddy was oblivious to it all. I turned my head and 
saw Miz Blossom's chauffeur drive up alone in the Oldsmobile. 

My sister whispered, "Shall I ask him to help us?" I managed to shake my 
head negatively. 

A lot of help Graydon could give me at this late inning of the ballgame! 

Anyhow the chauffeur simply turned the Olds around and drove back to the 
Blossoms' house. I'd always thought of Graydon as a nice guy but he must be 
a weirdo. He could plainly see that Daddy had me down there in the backyard 
behaving like a madman, maybe going to murder me after the rape. He also 
couldn't have failed to notice Winnie Jo fussing around, bare above the 
waist, yet he didn't bother to come and pull Daddy off me or anything. 

I guess, though, right at that moment, I didn't want anyone to pull Daddy 
off and break the charm. Winnie Jo started raging at him, pinching his 
behind, but he paid no attention. He was lost in lust. 

Criminy, if the stars were looking down, they were viewing a hot scene. Low 
on the ground, I was high. I pressed and shuddered against Daddy in an 
orgasm that made Winnie Jo scream at the sight of my wriggling and pressing. 
I pocketed his dick as deep as I could work my flesh up on it. A moment 
later, I felt the throb and squirt as he sprayed his semen deep within my 
cunt. 

For a moment he fell on me, exhausted. Then he sprang up, stared at me, 
blinking, really seeing me for the first time. He mumbled, "You're not 
Winnie Jo. Worse if I'd done it to the young 'un." He rolled over, struck 
his head down against the ground, groaned loudly, looked at his rapist's 
rod, hastily stuffed it into his pants. "I'll- have myself castrated!" 

Yet I knew that some inward man devil would never let that happen. No matter 
how ashamed he was of the terrible things he did with that balls and pecker 
combo. It remained his manhood and he'd never willingly part with it. 

He scrambled up, didn't even notice Winnie Jo who had run and hidden her 
slim form behind the walnut tree. He straightened his clothes, ran into the 
house, came right out again carrying his bootleg jug, got into our old 
Rambler and drove off. I knew he wouldn't be back until late that night. 

Win helped me up. "Well, for pete's sake, look at you. Your hindy is all 
scratched and your pantyhose torn. Did he hurt you?" 

I shook my head, dazed, drugged with sex my mind trying to catch up with 
itself. "You take a jock raping on the hard ground sometime and see how you 
like it!" 

"Yes, but you got a big drive out of it. You know you did. You think I'm 
blind? I saw you churning your bombosity until you came like a house afire. 
I was never so humiliated-" 

"Oh, stop it!" Ordinarily I'd have given her a poke. She'd have whacked me 
right back. 

We'd have tussled, laughed and made up. But right then I had no heart for 
it. I was cut off from Win, carried away to a new world. 

I snatched my torn clothes, the books where I'd set them down and went into 
the house. I recalled Miz Blossom's grim prediction: 'And incest leaves its 
mark on a young girl,- especially the Dad-rapes-daughter sort.' She didn't 
know of course, of the nooky games Win and I had played. So I'd never be the 
same again. 

Daddy had come upon Winnie Jo in our bedroom, she related. She'd been 
changing her clothes. He'd feasted his eyes on her privates, gone for her. 
She'd dodged and run, but he'd nearly caught her in the house. "Lucky, I'm 
little and can move quickly, that's all." 

Miz Blossom drove over. She wore little more than a flaming red robe but she 
didn't care, rushed into the cottage. "I heard what happened! I warned you, 
Carol, but you wouldn't listen. Did he hurt you bad?" 

So Graydon had snitched. He was a spy for Miz Blossom, after all, probably 
hep to everything that went on. I could just see him reporting to Miz 
Blossom and she wouldn't have even her robe on. I didn't bother to reply. 
Winnie Jo and I were in the kitchen at supper, Win supplementing the rice 
and meatballs with toast spread thick with peanut butter. Nothing spoiled 
her appetite. 

"You want me to report it to the police?" There was no telephone at the 
cottage. 

"Criminy no! Win and I aren't going to turn in our father. I'm hoping he'll 
take medical treatment, but if the cops do arrest him one of these days, I 
can't stop them." 

"Mel and I could turn him in. We have evidence, with Graydon to back us up " 

"Look, Miz Blossom, I told you no." 

"Ha! So that's your attitude. You nympho little hotsy. I'll bet you wallowed 
in that bull-fucking. He wasn't too big for you. Did you lie there humping, 
begging for more?" 

"She did not!" Winnie Jo deafened me. "Just you try getting raped on that 
hard ground, Miz Blossom, and see how your bombosity takes it even if you 
are bigger and fatter. Show her your poor scratched hindy Carol." 

I didn't want to show them anything but they got my pants down and had a 
look. "Aw, ahh, you poor sweetie." Miz Blossom kissed here it hurt, so of 
course, Winnie Jo had to shove in and kiss it, too. 

Miz Blossom offered to stay with us and protect us, she said, but Win told 
her rudely, "A lot of protection you'd be. You just want to sleep with Daddy 
when he staggers in, then I guess Mel would come catting over and Carol and 
I would have to run for it. Nah, we don't care to have that immoral stuff in 
our house, thanks, kindly " Miz Blossom took a whack at Win but Win was tot) 
quick for her. "You're fine ones to talk of immorality with your father 
galloping around like a stud horse. For two cents I'd evict the whole lot of 
you Weavers." She left in a huff. 

"Now you've made her hopping mad," I said. "She was at least good for a 
little money and where else are we going to earn any? I'm a fucked-up hotsy 
like she says, but I did make fifty bucks after school today." 

Win had to preach at me, too. "I don't want you taking any more of their 
lousy handouts. I don't want you going over there with Mel and Miz Blossom. 
Maybe Miz Blossom alone would be okay, but how'd you know when he's going to 
bust in? And if you want pussy treats, hon, I'm right here, aren't I? If you 
hadn't dilly-dallied at the Blossoms' this afternoon, left me alone with 
Daddy-" She came bounding over to where I stood by the cupboard, putting 
things away. She wrapped herself around me, kissed me fiercely. "You came 
and stopped, Daddy from doing it to me. Don't think I'm ever forgetting 
that. You took his horse-dinger yourself to protect me, and I love you for 
it, Carol. You're still my sweetheart. It's only that I can't stand your 
liking to have him screw you-there you were churning your middle like a 
house afire." 

"Yeah, and you dancing around with your pants half off your hindy." We 
scuffled around, kissed and made up. "If you're so strong against it, Win, " 
I said after a while, "I won't go over nookying with Mel and Miz Blossom 
anymore." 

"Mmm, it's about time you got some sense. Suppose they had that spy Graydon 
taking pictures?" 

"I doubt that. And look, idiot girl, where are we going to raise the money 
to live on in town if we go? It isn't safe for you to live out here any 
longer. I go along with that. Daddy is liable to take one of his King-King 
spells at any time and you'd find yourself on your back being knocked off." 

"I know. Sure gives you the skeeries." 

"Besides, Mel and Miz Blossom are drooling for a dig at the seat of your 
little panties. 

They figure they own us Weavers and don't give a shit what happens to us 
afterwards, so long as they can use us for their little games." 

We puzzled over what we could do. Who in town would take us in for free, or 
just about? 

With food prices so high nowadays and without our farm produce, it would 
cost good money to feed us, especially Winnie Jo with her appetite. 

It was she, though, who came up with an idea, even if it was one of her 
wildest. "You know the English teacher, Miss Pauline Barlow? She lives alone 
now in a flat in Bindale. She's invited me to come up and see her and I'll 
bet she'd take us both in." 

"Why should she board us when we haven't any money?" 

"We have a hundred and ten dollars." I had the one ten, having earned it on 
my back, but Win took it for granted that whatever I owned was hers, too. 
"And Miss Barlow likes me. I think that girl's a gay one." 

"For the love of six tits!" It astounded me the things my kid sister came 
out with. "Whatever gives you that notion?" 

"She's put her arm around me patting right close to my boobs, sort of 
nervous-like, and gives you the feelie looks, you know what I mean?" 

"So you've been swishing your tail, you little hot pants." 

We talked it over some more, decided we'd see Miss Barlow after school the 
next day, and if she told us no, we'd just have to look around for something 
else. Because we had to get off the farm, right away. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

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." 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

So we packed up and rode back to Daddy's cottage with Mel. Win and I sat in 
the rear of the car where he couldn't be pawing us. "Todd probably has 
nothing to eat in the place," Mel said when he dumped us out with our 
suitcase and boxes. "You'd better let us fix you hamburgers down at the 
house, then we'll all spend a pleasant evening." 

Sure, get down and kiss Miz Blossom's hairless cunny while Mel worked on us 
with a dildo or his own diddler from behind. 

"Shove it," I told him, and Win said slyly, "If I reported to the editor of 
the "Bindale Journal" that the county assessor was trying to corrupt my 
minor morals you'd lay off that stuff, I betcha." 

We found Daddy in one of his better moods. He was overjoyed to have his 
daughters home again. I cooked up some staples he still had in the larder. 
We ate a simple but pleasant home meal and that night Win and I felt hopeful 
that everything was going to be all right after all. Daddy even had the 
cottage clean and neat. 

I broke the peace with, "Have you raped any more girls since you got me 
down?" 

It upset him for me to ask him that straight out, especially with Winnie Jo 
listening, but finally he confessed "There've been two, but they mostly 
wanted it." 

"Don't give us that, Daddy," Winnie Jo spoke up in her spunky small voice. 
"You know very well when you were prancing like Magnussen's bull, you'd have 
done it to them anyhow, whether they wanted it or not." 

Daddy turned red and angry but he didn't contradict Win or punish her. He 
never whacked us anymore. Maybe in the long run it would have been better if 
he had disciplined us. 

Since Mom had died we'd done just about as we pleased. 

"I believe I'm not as keyed up as I was," Daddy said hopefully "When Dee 
Blossom was here, those three days it took a lot out of me. 

"I'll bet that pot of mush would take it out of Magnussen's bull," Win said 
and Dad nearly did slap her. She gripped my hand as we sat close together on 
the bench in the kitchen and I knew she was talking big to cover up her 
being pretty scared. Daddy ignored her smarty talk with only, "Keep that up, 
young lady, and you're going to be whipped." 

When we were in our old bed together, Win clung to me and whispered, "He 
didn't fool me a bit that he isn't all keyed up any more. Don't let him 
knock me off, please, Carol?" 

"Sure, you nut. But how can I stop him unless I let him rape me instead?" 

"Run fast. And anyhow, you've already been screwed and I never, not by a 
man. Besides, you really liked it when he did it to you. You were humping 
like a house afire." 

Right away the ones we had to fight off were Mel and Miz Blossom Winnie Jo 
and I stuck close, going to school and coming home together. I let her 
blister away at Mel when he propositioned us. For all the insults she pelted 
him with, that big politician ached to get at the seat of Win's pants so 
bad, he offered her a hundred dollars if she'd just let him bring her out 
with his finger. She only swore at him. 

"Once he had me with his finger," she said, "he'd never stop until he 
punched old Mr. 

Peckeroo up into me a mile." 

Saturday when both Mel and Daddy were out in the. field and Win inside doing 
the, washing I busied myself with work in our garden, weeding and thinning 
the vegetables. I heard voices but thought at first it was the radio playing 
in the kitchen. Then I heard Win cry out, and I dashed inside the cottage. 

There in the kitchen with the kid I found Miz Blossom who's walked down from 
the house and sneaked in through the other door. Win lay on the floor with 
her head up against the bench, her tiny panties down and dangling from one 
foot, her legs wide apart and her eyes shut. Miz Blossom in bikini and 
halter as though she were going swimming, knelt down over Win's crotch, 
holding Win's pussy open with her fingers, licking away in the pink gash, 
making the kid quiver and bounce. 

I tried to pull Miz Blossom off but she kicked, twisted and fought it. Shit, 
I thought, as if Daddy weren't menace enough so now we have a female rapist 
knocking off my sister! 

Win was no help at all. She held Miz Blossom's head down on herself, opened 
her eyes a blink, grinned and told me in a voice soggy with lust, "You came 
too late." Her cute little hindy pumped and wiggled, 'Too late." 

"You loopy little sexenheimer!" I felt put out and depressed, even as the 
nooky spectacle excited me, seeing Win take Miz Blossom's greedy tongue on 
her clit, hearing those moans and body smackings. 

I felt left out, with fears and resentments, a new ache in that tired place 
in my back, and with garden earth on my jeans. I'd never seen a prettier 
girl, believe it or not, than young Win in her flushed state even as she lay 
there bare-ass on the kitchen floor. And that my sister would pervert her 
charms that way yielding to any other woman at the tickle of a tit, was 
enough to make me take a very gloomy view of our future. 

When it came to sexual misbehavior as the old folks would see it, I could 
call myself a jazz baby, too. I'd been screwed by Mel Blossom and raped by 
my father. I'd diddled with Win since before we'd developed our tits, and 
I'd gone down on Miz Blossom a number of times. So what I did now marked up 
little more on my rap sheet. It seemed necessary to divert Miz Blossom from 
my sister. 

Mad at myself for giving in to those urges, I yet bent down and goosed Miz 
Blossom, slipped my finger up inside her bikini pants and into her moist, 
hot cunny. She loved it! Her hand left Win's straining white thigh to teach 
around and pat me. 

She lifted her face a moment from Winnie Jo's seething pussy. Saliva 
droplets fell from her tongue and lips. "Take down my pants, Carol, baby. 
And take down yours." 

"Hey, come on!" Win scolded, thrusting her cute little rump. Miz Blossom 
went back down on her again. 

I unsnapped Miz Blossom's bikini and pulled it off, also the halter, leaving 
her naked except for sandals on her feet. I held her big-Mama tits in my 
hands, stroked her broad bottom, angry with myself for obeying her commands. 
Nevertheless, I yielded, joined in my sister's games with this lover-woman's 
voluptuous body, from her tits to her cunt. 

She brought my sister through to Winnie Jo heaven. Then as I hugged Miz 
Blossom around her thighs and licked faster and faster up her gash and 
clitty, Win twisted around until she got into me with her finger. Oh, we 
abandoned ourselves to nooky anything to bring those luscious lusty tingles. 
First one would pop and then another, curses, cries and moans. 

All three of us had it. We sprawled lewdly on the kitchen floor, catching 
our breath. The air was heavy with the smell of sexual juices like a whore's 
bedroom. 

Miz Blossom stood up then, flung her arms around me, kissed me on the lips, 
jabbed with her tongue. "I forgive you for being so mean to me. You know 
why? Because you're my favorite. Sure I'm out of my mind. I ought to have my 
ass kicked. I ought to toss you Weavers out in that weedy lane, yet that's 
the way it stacks up, sweetie." 

"So that's how your fat ass stacks up." 

"Aw, Carol, baby. I love you so much I could kiss your dirty feet." 

It's awfully hard for me to refuse anyone who butters me up like that. In a 
matter of minutes, we were all in Win's and my room, naked on the bed. "She 
wants to see you satisfy your shameless lust with me," Win said, and spread 
out. 

"So that's what's been going on," Miz Blossom said nastily. "Little-sister 
incest." She watched a moment, muttering complaints, while I got into my 
sister's diddly with my tongue. Then she squatted over Win's head and Win's 
artistic, hungry mouth took a tingling taste of our sex-mad neighbor's hot 
pot. We all went to town and back again. Win was exhausted, nervous from so 
many intense sensations, wanted to lie back on the bed and drowse, but Miz 
Blossom shoved her off. "Get dressed, honey, and watch to see that your 
father doesn't come back from the field and catch us." 

"But what are you up to now?" 

"I'm going to bring Carol-baby's cunny do out with kisses. I've missed her 
so." 

I was filled with wild laughter at all this, but the sound was lost 
somewhere inside me, and I lay there on the bed letting Miz Blossom fondle 
my body. This nookying with her again was traveling the wrong road. I was 
headed at high speed toward the jumping off place. I'd kicked the Miz 
Blossom habit once but now it had caught up with me again. 

She had a terrific crush on me because in spite of my trying to avoid her, I 
did care a little. 

I could kiss the crotch lips and mean it with a wanton kind of caring. She 
had sensed this weakness in me. Maybe my strange urges were outbreaks of my 
lust inheritance. 

That's why I suppose she preferred me to my sister. Win let her pussy be 
played with but aside from the physical pleasure, she'd never let anyone 
seduce her away from me. 

Miz Blossom snuggled up to me, her tits against mine. I felt the tip of her 
tongue between my lips, her hand soothing my bottom. She took breath to 
whisper. "I love you, Carol, baby. I'll do anything. Just name it." 

"How about your husband?" 

"Piss on him. But don't be so hard on Mel. And who are you to be prying? But 
if it came to you or him I'd ditch him " She was impatient to make love to 
me. She put her mouth to mine for a bit, then held her head back, smiling, 
her green eyes wanton-sad. I kissed her back the way she liked to be kissed, 
joined my open mouth and tongue with hers. My hand was down between her legs 
and I parted my own legs so she could pat my mound and get inside my slit 
with her finger. 

But even as we made love, another part of my mind looked to the future of 
Win and myself. I drew a deep breath and announced, "I'm graduating from 
high school Tuesday Then I must find a job. If I take Win to Kansas City 
rent a place there while I find work at something, will you lend me a 
thousand dollars to get started?" 

"Why, I can't think of that now!" 

She was shaking, too hungry for my loving treats to keep up her usual 
self-centered attitude. I kissed her body while she encouraged me with her 
hands. I sucked her taut nipples. She murmured, "Tell me you've missed me, 
darling. Make me happy." 

Everybody wanted to be made happy. It crossed my mind that I had some 
quality in me that especially pleased others, if I offered only the least 
token of loving them. "I've missed you, too, dear." I hugged her upper body, 
her waist, her hips, and went on kissing her as she wanted me to. 

The muscles of Miz Blossom's chubby buttocks worked and the open moist heart 
of her pressed up to my mouth. I licked her pussy and in seconds had her 
crying and thrashing about with such a commotion that Win came running in 
from the kitchen. 

"Jiggers!" she whispered. "I see Daddy walking back down the hill from the 
field." 

Miz Blossom sobbed and cursed because we couldn't go on with our sexing, 
even though I'd just given her the delight of a star-bright orgasm. "Why do 
we always want more?" she asked of nobody in particular. But she had to get 
back into her bikini and halter and duck out the front door. 

Before she left, she told me, "I'll think over what you asked, Carol, 
although a thousand isn't so easy for me to come by unless I sell one of my 
investments. Mel signs the checks, you see. Oh, he'll damn well do what I 
tell him, but it's not so simple. Hey, though, this I can do-rent a place 
right in Bindale for you girls, and I'm sure Mel can wangle you a job at his 
assessor's office or City Hall somewhere." 

"I don't want that kind of a job." 

"Oh, stop being a dope! Gyp the taxpayers. Everybody else does. And why 
should I support you in Kansas City, you ungrateful brat? I want you right 
in town handy for me to come and visit." 

"No dice," I said. "Mel would be poking his big jock in on the deal. He has 
the hots for Winnie Jo and I'll kill him before I let him get her down. Or 
if we kept him out, he'd bust it up the way he' spoiled our living with the 
English teacher." 

"Why, you innocent babe!" Miz Blossom fairly snorted. "Don't you realize yet 
how cruel it was for you to cut me out for Pauline Barlow? I was so 
miserable I couldn't sleep. Even your Daddy couldn't satisfy me. So I had 
Mel bust it up. Can you blame me?" 

"You meddling old whore!" 

"Fickle twat!" 

Win whispered fiercely, "I tell you. Daddy's coming!" 

I heard him too. We had to stop calling each other names. Miz Blossom 
scooted out. 

Later, when we were alone, Win said, "I think we'd better take Miz Blossom 
up on her offer of renting a place for us in Bindale. I'm getting pretty 
scared of Daddy. Did you notice a while ago the way he looked right at me?" 

"So he looked at you. You're his daughter and maybe he was wondering whether 
he hadn't ought to paddle your bottom for being so snotty. Long overdue." 

"You know what I mean. He stared like he was a toothy tiger instead of 
Daddy. He was greedy-eyed and lump in the pants as though his dinger was 
fixing to climb right out. I don't want that hoe handle screwing into me. I 
think I'd die if he made me take it." 

"If Miz Blossom pays our rent, she'll be screwing us plenty.". 

"With another woman, it doesn't count. You taught me that. Mel threatened to 
charge Miss Barlow with corrupting me because I'm a minor, but you'd 
corrupted me all over the place years ago." 

"I'm sure you corrupted me first, you twilight daisy." 

"Piddle. Anyhow, after you and Pauline, I think I could get along with Miz 
Blossom. And you can make her keep Mel away from us. She's so mushy for your 
kisses she'll do anything you say, Carol. And that's another thing that 
worries me like super crud." 

She mosied over to me. I slipped an arm around her, patted her trim seat. 
"What's so super crud?" 

"Miz Blossom's loving you and your mushing up to her right back. You scold 
me because I don't love boys and only kind of pretend to love other women 
like Pauline and Miz Blossom, and that's a pretty snippy thing for you to 
say considering our relationship. If we get into trouble, it's all your 
fault." She laid her small head on my shoulder. I was 
mother-father-sister-lover to her. She had no one else she'd trust. 

"You're my sweetheart, Carol. So don't you ever try to ditch or I'll stick a 
red-hot poker up yours." 

CHAPTER NINE 

I was salutatorian in the graduation exercises of our class of thirty-four. 
The president of the Bindale Chamber of Commerce said he'd never seen such a 
fine group of young people, but of course, he made the same speech every 
year. 

I knew at least three of the girls had had abortions. Several of the boys 
had stolen cars, cheated on their exams, experimented with drugs and so on. 
And I had sexed it up with my sister, been raped by my father, let Mel and 
Miz Blossom screw me for money, and I'd done sixty-nines with the English 
teacher, Miss Barlow, who now smiled up at me from the fifth row. 

I fooled around with my classmates, laughed and sang at the party 
afterwards, pretty proud of myself. I'd gone to school for twelve years, and 
now it was time for me to carve out a future for Win and myself. I'd always 
felt the man of our family, because of Daddy's heavy drinking and his being 
so unreliable. 

Win congratulated me with a kiss smack on the lips so that head of the 
school, Dr. 

Brigham, observed curiously. Then she slipped off to keep a date with 
Pauline while I went to the party. Pauline was leaving for Joplin and had 
begged for a farewell hour. 

At about eleven, I picked up Win in our Rambler and drove her out to farm. 
Daddy hadn't attended the exercises. He didn't have a good suit, he said. He 
wasn't anywhere in sight when we reached the cottage. Miz Blossom stopped by 
and gave me a pretty wristwatch for my graduation and eighteenth birthday. 
It was the only gift I received, except eighteen smacks and one more on my 
bare ass from Winnie Joe. 

I kissed Miz Blossom and fingered her-she'd left off her pants so I 
could-and walked back a ways with her, halfway to her house. I would be 
going to work the next day not in the assessor's office where Mel had 
offered to employ me, but at a lesser paying job with the telephone company 
that I'd secured on my own. Miz Blossom knew of a dandy little apartment 
where we could stay, she said, including pussy privileges for herself of 
course. I promised I'd talk it over with Win. 

Back in the bedroom of our cottage, I found Win standing naked in front of 
our bureau mirror, patting her tawny mound and admiring herself. I asked, 
"How did you get along with Pauline Barlow you nut?" 

"Scrumptious. I brought her out three times and she did me the same, twice, 
with her tongue and once lying on me." 

I put my hand over Win's small hand over her small pussy. "She likes to 
butch you best, I guess?" 

"Sure. So I let her make me happy. The only thing she misses when she's 
licking my honey pot with her greedy big tongue is she can't talk to me and 
she loves to mush it up, gets pretty miffed when I don't call her my 
wonderful loved one." 

"She wants me to visit her in Joplin, promised to send me the bus fare, but 
I don't know. 

Just one of those things." 

Win talked it up that way, but in the midst of a languid gesture, she 
suddenly broke it off and let out a shriek, ducked back the other side of 
the bed. 

Turning my head to see what frightened her, I saw my father coming through 
the doorway and I let out a yell, too. He looked as Win had described him, 
like a toothy tiger instead of Daddy, greedy-eyed with no recognition of his 
daughters, not caring, with nothing in him but raw lust. Win and I were only 
two females to be mounted. 

He was practically naked, and his dicky stuck up bare, throbbing. He had 
seen Winnie's luscious pussy and he wasn't going to let anything stop him 
from spiking into that tender flesh. 

I was at a disadvantage, being undressed down to my underpants which I'd 
bent over to take down. They were hung around my lower legs, half off, half 
on, hobbling me. I took quick, short steps to head off Daddy from going 
around the bed to reach Win. He swung his arm to bat me aside but as I fell 
over, I tackled him around the knees and we tumbled down on the bedroom 
floor together. 

Daddy was squirming about but I held on. I got my foot out of one leg of the 
panties quickly. His big penis was whacking me in the face as we moved. It 
stuck out like a rifle. I took hold of it, milked it up and down with my 
hand. I thought maybe I could make him come that way. But Daddy didn't want 
that and wrenched loose. 

Like a quick monkey, Win had scrambled away from the bed, dodged behind him. 
She gave Daddy a push with all her strength and he crashed down on top of 
me. I was clear out for a second. The next thing I knew he was fitting that 
great prick between the lips of my pussy, and wham, it was in me all the 
way! 

He didn't recognize me, hardly even glanced at me. I might have been a great 
movie star, a Railroad Street hooker, or the chambermaid at the Swift House, 
instead of his daughter. 

He didn't know or care a dribble. I was a naked woman and he was screwing 
me. 

I barely heard Win scolding in my ear. "You don't have to hump him back. 
Just lie still and take it. Stop that humping him back." 

Clever advice from little sister who'd pushed him on top of me! 

I shut my eyes and paid no attention. I don't think any girl could merely 
lie still while Daddy was fucking her. I felt his cock deep in my vitals, 
arousing urgent tremors all through me. 

My arms clung to his bare back and my middle arched to take him in greedy 
undulations that came as naturally to my body as dancing. I'd never taken 
dancing lessons, much less attended a fucking school, but I knew how to do 
both. Mel Blossom's dinger and Daddy's even bigger tool had probed far into 
my womanhood, opening up a new world of sensual fulfillment. 

Daddy's legs were in between mine, the elbow of one arm on the floor 
supporting his upper body as he posed me, the hand beneath my back. His 
other hand gripped my left buttock. My legs wound around him at first, then 
dropped back, because by digging with my heels, I could thrust up harder, 
writhe my middle with Daddy's pecker jiggling inside me. 

I had no thought at all of not humping back. Daddy's magic dick! I wanted 
the incest as I'd never in my life wanted anything before. This was my 
graduation night! I said nothing to him. I panted with each spasm of lust. 
My demands, "Fuck me! Make me come!" were spoken only in my mind. 

Vaguely, I could hear Win anguishing. She'd dived into the bed, under the 
covers, but was staring owl-eyed back in our direction. 

Daddy didn't say a word. He didn't know at all that I was his daughter, 
having graduated high school on her eighteenth birthday. I was only another 
cunt. The only communication he knew was by means of his big jock. That 
message came through to me and then some! 

I refused to see myself for the pussy-jiggler at that moment living only for 
the fucking my father was giving me. As he socked it to me, he'd no more be 
telling me, 'I love you' than he'd recite a poem. Giving me a delirious 
orgasm never occurred to him either, I'm sure, but nature took care of that. 
He simply bounced and hosed me, drove to a magic destiny that included me 
coupled hot-ass with him. 

The ecstatic shudders came, sweeping me up in mindless arches of my body as 
I gloried in them. Nothing mattered, nothing at all, as I zoomed off. 

I knew my father was finished. I heard Win plead, whimpering, "You get off 
her now, Daddy!" Still, I clung stubbornly to him, not wanting any other 
reality except the throbbing I'd felt in my vagina as he'd delivered his 
sperm. Now his tortured mind descended from its black cloud He recognized 
me, and I should have had the tact not to keep hugging him down on my naked 
tits with one arm, stroking his sinewy thigh with the other hand. 

With a grunt and then a loud cry, he sprang off me, shielding his wet member 
and testicles with his hands. "Carol, stop it right now! You oughnt't, why 
did you let me do it?" 

"Daddy, how could I- "Don't you pretend. Carol could have stopped you." Win 
screamed at him. "Prancing in here like a snorting bull, getting my sister 
down, trying to rape me, too." 

My father wept, punched his big fist into the wall. "I've done that 
unforgivable thing. They ought to take me out and hang me." He grabbed up 
the nearest thing handy, which happened to be my panties. He avoided looking 
at me as I lay naked on the floor, my pubic hair sticky with dribbles of his 
semen. Win was in bed with the covers pulled modestly up to her chin. 

Daddy ran out of the room, paused at the door to fling my panties back in. 
They, too, were moist now, from wiping against his dick "Don't you come near 
me," Win said. "You're unclean. Humping right up to Daddy. I never in my 
life saw anything so bad bananas." 

But after I'd come back from the bathroom and got into bed with her, she 
fussed over me, kissed my lips and down below where she was sure my flesh 
must be mangled. "He rammed his whanger into you like a bayonet, huh? Didn't 
it give you a stomach ache?" 

"Don't ask me, I hardly know " My mind was still mired in a sensuous puddle. 
"When I wake up I'll probably want to throw up-or throw myself away-but 
right now I guess I'm just letting it go dreaming." 

"Well, stop dreaming of it. All pretty urpy in my opinion." Win burrowed her 
small head between my tits. "Thanks for saving me from him He'd have 
bayoneted the thing up in me a mile if you hadn't tackled him." 

"Yes, and you sure gave him a strong push on top of me." 

Daddy's second rape of me settled it, Win said We'd have to take Miz Blossom 
up on her offer to rent a place for us in Bindale, but I felt absolutely 
helpless. I didn't know just how I loved my father, as a parent or for his 
magic cock, but I loved him. He longed to have us girls with him, so I'd 
have to dangle that for bait. "We're staying away until you cure yourself," 
I'd tell him. "Whenever you start going to the doctor and taking treatments, 
Win and I will come back, but not before." 

I thought of being eighteen and having graduated of how the people in the 
auditorium had clapped and smiled up at me after I'd delivered my 
salutatorian's address and taken my bow the president of the Chamber of 
Commerce saying he'd never seen such a fine group of young people. He always 
said that; still, it was nice. 

I had received a lot of loving and kissing, good wishes. Miz Blossom had 
given me a wristwatch. All I got from Daddy was his big prick-but heaven 
help me, that's the very thing that had thrilled me most of all! 

CHAPTER TEN 

Win and I thought the furnished apartment Miz Blossom rented for us in town 
very nice, large fixed-up rooms in an old mansion. Winnie Jo was a talented 
cook and busied herself trying our new recipes on the electric stove which 
was a new thing to us. We had no telephone but the landlady let us use hers 
in an emergency. Mostly it served to bring us a message from Miz Blossom 
that we must stay home that evening because she would be paying us a visit. 

"I won't bother with crackers but I'll bring the bean dip," was her code 
for: "I'll leave off my girdle and panties and I'll bring the rubber penis." 

To earn Miz Blossom's financial assistance Win and I had to submit as her 
captive hotsies. She expected us to get naked with her on the bed whenever 
she called, and that was several times a week. I had to love her up and eat 
her at least once at each visit, she made it clear that she wanted 
attentions from me rather than Win. She seldom went down on me, except for 
preliminary kisses before she screwed me with the dildo. 

"I like to watch your sweet apple-ass in the throes." 

It worried me that I was getting to like to lie naked kissing with her while 
she worked that dong in and out of my cunny, especially when she'd rub the 
little tit stimulator against my beanie. She was an artist at nudging it 
along the side where I liked it. 

Winnie Jo delighted in having her honeypot licked, that was her dish, but 
she'd kiss Miz Blossom, suck her nipples, make over her and tongue her right 
down the line, over the hill and to what Miz Blossom bragged was "the best 
eating." But if ever Miz Blossom tried to get into the kid with the dildo 
Winnie Jo would push the woman off her. Win said she couldn't bear to have 
anything bigger than my finger in her tender slot. 

I had to face the fact that my sister was abnormal; that I was at least 
partly responsible. 

Win hardly cared a button for what the old folks called a young girl's 
wholesome principles. 

She was enthusiastic over the new arrangement, her electric stove, her 
television, some new clothes I'd bought her, and the excitement of the 
streets of the town after the dull sameness day after day on the farm. That 
she wouldn't mind living like this permanently infuriated me, I was 
restless, I wanted to make something of myself. I wanted dates with boys. I 
loved my sister but she couldn't marry me, give me children, I felt enslaved 
and bedeviled. 

Miz Blossom had so far made good her promise to keep Mel away from us. "But 
it's causing awful frictions at home," she complained. "I make these 
terrific sacrifices for you, Carol, and what do you give me in return? 
Nothing but the old McGunk and you know it. 

All right then, tell me you love me." 

I offered a few affectionate words to soothe the rent-payer. 

"One thing sure, I'm not letting you go balling it up with any of these 
young bucks. I have ways of knowing what goes on and the minute you start 
cheating on me I'll bring my husband, he'll knock you out if you try to stop 
him, then I'll hold Winnie Jo down while he screws her till she bleeds." 

Would she dare pull a trick like that at the apartment house, even if he 
knocked out Win too? I hoped political shyster J. Melville Blossom would be 
afraid to try anything like that, knowing for sure that Win and I would 
scream to his enemies. It scared us though especially when Win and I rode 
out to the cottage on our bicycles to do a little gardening and housekeeping 
for Daddy, we wondered if Mel and Miz Blossom would jump us out there. 

Miz Blossom had it so bad for me I felt sorry for her, but partnering in her 
perversions began to disgust me - I mean I'd feel disgusted with myself as 
well as with her. She had developed a drinking problem and sometimes she'd 
arrive pretty well squished and scream vile names at me so loudly I'd be 
afraid the landlady would put us out of that nice apartment. More often than 
that though she'd whimper and cry with dog-like humility, grateful for any 
kind word and pit-pat of affection. 

She'd crawl naked on her hands and knees and want me to spank her. "And hear 
you yelling?" I said. "The landlady has complained already about the noise 
you make." 

But she promised she'd hold it in, utter only groans. Finally I got down and 
hugged her around her upper body, ready to gag her if she cut loose, and let 
Winnie Jo spank her. Miz Blossom liked the intimate contact with me while 
she shed tears from her cheek to mine. "I wanted you to hurt me," she said, 
"but it's all right, I'll pretend it's you doing the whacking." 

I have a temper and I've done my share of scrapping but I never could see 
hitting someone for no reason at all, I'm too ready to feel the pain myself. 

But Winnie Jo had no such hangup; she'd lay it on Miz Blossom's bare 
quivering fat ass with a piece of shingle we'd brought from the farm, make 
her yelp and cry. Then the victim would push back up those broad redding 
cheeks for more whacks. . The quick blows stung without breaking the skin. 
Win spanked her with one hand the other hand reaching under the bawdy 
woman's belly to finger her clit. The loudest outcries we heard from Miz 
Blossom sounded in ruttish moans when we'd bring her out, then she'd 
collapse on the floor, hugging me with hungry arms. 

If we'd flatter her real big, pretend she was Miss America, she'd tip us 
extra money. "Yes, you little whores, I'm the most beautiful sweet virgin in 
the world so don't you forget it." 

Win could hardly keep from laughing but we'd applaud her singing and so on, 
then rub her skin all over with a special lotion. She'd lie on her back on 
the bed with me on top of her, kissing her mouth to-mouth while Winnie Jo 
screwed her with the dildo. 

For a hundred dollars we were coaxed into doing something downright raunchy. 
Never again! Miz Blossom stretched out in the bathtub with flexed knees and 
head up just enough so she could see what went on, then Winnie Jo and I took 
turns squatting over her, facing her, and peeing on her stomach. 

"It affords the most exciting view of your spread," she gushed, after we had 
gushed. "I think Mel would give his right nut if you'd let him just stand by 
the tub watching!" 

Win, who breaks out at unexpected moments, got down on the floor, beating it 
with her small fists and crying. I told Miz Blossom, "I don't think you'd 
better come around here any more. You talk about Daddy's crazy spells, 
you're crazier yet." 

She swore and threatened, but promised to stop drinking so much. The next 
time she came she brought Win and me new dresses that were so pretty we 
couldn't refuse them. 

Winnie Jo had always claimed she possessed strange powers like ESP. I told 
her, "Sure you nut, the ESP you've got is Eating Sister's Pussy." 

She had nightmares, mostly about bloodthirsty wild animals. Then if 
something bad happened the next day she'd insist it was what she'd visioned 
only in a different form. 

One afternoon she called me at the telephone office where I was working. "I 
just saw a great black bird swooping down. You'd better come right home, 
Carol, I know something absolutely terrible is in the air." 

"Lay off that stuff will you?" I told her. "I can't be interrupting my work 
for your black crows. 

You stick with your bird-watching and I'll be home as soon as I can." I hung 
up and went on with my work. The thing worried me though my sister never 
called for help unless she was pretty scared. 

I hurried home right after work, found her sitting stiffly in a chair, her 
hands clasped together, pretty blue eyes staring sorrowfully at nothing. The 
apartment was silent, no television program on, no smell of supper cooking. 
I pulled her up by her arm, she swatted me in the stomach, then clung to me 
while I kissed her. 

"So where's your great black bird speedo? I don't smell him roasting for 
dinner." 

"You'd better cut out the smarty jokes, Carol. Suppose our cottage has 
burned down with Daddy in it, too drunk to move? I happen to know that black 
bird means the clouds of smoke as our tar roof burned. Can't you see the 
smoke and flame shooting up to the sky, Carol?" 

"No, and that's a horrible thing to say You haven't heard anything from home 
have you?" 

"I phoned but Mel answered and I hung up he's always trying to make out with 
me." 

"So you don't know anything at all, and that wraps your black bird up for 
mailing." But I caught signals of my sister's inner distress and I had to 
share it with her. Anyhow I knew we'd never have peace until I'd checked the 
thing out. "All right, get ready whatever you were going to cook for supper 
while I change into my old denims and we'll ride out on our bikes." 

Win sprang right up and ran into the kitchen. "I have it all packed ready to 
go so if you'll stop dragging your feet we'll be out there in a few minutes 
and I only hope we'll be in time to do something." 

We rode out to the farm but when we reached the cottage we found it 
unchanged and empty, everything tidy. Magnussen's dog sniffed us, wagged his 
tail. "We might as well cook supper and eat it here," I said It was the 
middle of July and would stay light until eight at night, enough for us to 
ride back. 

We had just about finished our meal of pounded steaks, potatoes, salad and 
apple pie when we heard a couple of motorcycles and a car chugging down the 
private road A deep voice said, "I see a light, the poor kids must be home." 

Winnie Jo breathed an anguished, "Ohhhh! I knew it!" We both rushed out the 
door. Two policemen got off motorcycles. Mel and Miz Blossom came up behind 
them in the Oldsmobile. 

The forward officer stopped in front of me, stared a moment, then looked 
away. His booted foot scuffed around in the adobe earth. "Bad news, Miss 
Weaver. I'll give it to you straight. Your daddy got killed on the highway. 
Drunk driver. Body's at Olson's mortuary." 

Winnie Jo held her stomach, gasping in a sick way but she didn't throw up, 
scream or anything. We slipped an arm around each other. Miz Blossom was 
hovering close by wanting to love us up but was afraid to do much with the 
policemen watching. 

"You mean Daddy was in the Rambler and he smashed up?" The sense of loss and 
aloneness came over me in heightening waves. I had to grit my teeth to keep 
them from chattering. 

My father had driven the car more times drunk than sober I guessed. But the 
irony of his death was that he'd been hit by another drunk driver. 

"Your dad was not in his car at the time of the accident," the officer said. 
"He'd left it on the shoulder of the highway, for what reason we don't know 
One witness made vague mention of a girl with him but if so we can find no 
trace of her. On the other hand it was a woman driver who hit him, Bonnie 
Ringgold, the screen and TV actress they tell me. She's incoherent about the 
circumstances but admits she'd been drinking." 

"Could hardly deny it," the other policeman said. "There was enough alcohol 
on her breath you could use it for a blowtorch." 

"Bonnie Ringgold is going to pay for this," Mel Blossom declared, being the 
boodling politician. "These bigshots needn't think they can go killing 
people in their fast cars, not in Bindale County, we don't stand for that." 

The police never did learn for sure why Daddy had left the car on the road. 
Miz Blossom's theory, told smugly to Win and me, was that Daddy probably had 
picked up some girl, a hitchhiker as he'd done before a lot of times." 

"How he'd get around them I don't know, but he evidently took this one into 
the bushes for a quick roll, see? Left her there feeling dazed but pretty 
good, hot-fucked you know, and he walked back toward his car. She went her 
own way and you can bet she'll never squeal on him. Meanwhile that 
California alcoholic came barreling along and swerved into your father, 
probably so blind drunk she never even saw him." Miz Blossom clamped her 
mouth in a guilty grimace since as it happened she was ginned up herself 
right then. 

She and Mel drove us back to Bindale with our bikes stacked in the rear. We 
went to the mortuary but Mr. Olson wouldn't let us look at Daddy until the 
body had been properly laid out. He and Mel whispered together, about who 
was going to pay the funeral expenses. 

"I let him know you girls will collect plenty of loot in the settlement," 
Mel told me when he let us out at the apartment house. "You'd better see a 
lawyer in the morning, Morison is as good as any. Have him sue that Bonnie 
Ringgold bitch for half a million. Sure, chances are you'll compromise for a 
lot less but ask for half a million. Want me to handle it for you on a 
percentage deal?" 

"I don't think so. Win and I will talk it over, but I don't want to make a 
court case of it and I'm sure Win doesn't either." 

"The thunderbird swooped down," Winnie Jo said. "That was the terrible 
accident." 

"Thunderbird? She was driving a Corvette." 

"I mean the thunderbird from heaven," Win returned primly. 

Mel Blossom fumed at our lack of interest in the loot, he smelled big money 
from the Ringgold rich star of show business, but he had to let us stack our 
bikes and lock them in the courtyard go on up to our apartment. 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

The next morning Winnie Jo and I called on Bonnie Ringgold at the hotel. She 
was fairly sober but shaky with a hangover, taking pills. I'd seen her in 
the movies but couldn't remember her very well. Win had seen her on TV and 
whispered, "She's aged fifty years since last Wednesday " We both felt sorry 
for her. 

According to Win, the Ringgold voice had come over soft and sweet on TV but 
there in the shabby room of the Bindale Commercial Hotel it sounded furry, 
rasping. 

"I'll never get over this, kids," she told us. "Never. I keep feeling sorry 
and sorrier until I'm cold in my bones, believe me. Between us, while there 
are no shysters around, I'll admit frankly I was plastered, really zonked. 
But I believe I was driving all right, I felt sure of it then and I do now. 
Tell me something honestly - Carol is it? Say, I'd give a hundred thousand 
bucks to look as young and pretty as you. Tell me honestly, did your father 
ever had strange notions, like maybe of suicide?" 

"Of course not!" Winnie Jo defended our family name. "Daddy was one of the 
finest men in Bindale County." 

The big star tactfully refrained from disputing that, but her large brown 
eyes momentarily raised ceilingward. She must have discussed my father's 
reputation with local people already and heard that he had been a heavy 
drinker and subject to what were vaguely called "dizzy spells." 

Bonnie was a perfectly figured, handsome woman, with smiling charm, I could 
see that. With the proper make-up she could look young and full of life, 
even though she must be forty or older. Her real hair was streaked with gray 
but she'd set two beautiful wigs out on stands, one a long platinum and the 
other a shorter lustrous black. She was an actress, she'd deliberately let 
us see her at her worst because she intended us to sympathize with her. 

And she succeeded. Win and I wanted to let her know we didn't hate her for 
what had happened and we weren't money-mad like Mel Blossom. 

"You did see my father on the highway?" I asked. 

"Yes I saw him plainly, Carol. And listen carefully kids, because this is 
the absolute truth, I swear on my own father's grave. Unless I was 
absolutely blind he deliberately walked front of my car so I couldn't miss 
him at the speed I was traveling, it took all my strength and skill at the 
wheel to keep from smashing up entirely." 

"I don't feel well!" Win said, and I pulled her head down into my lap. 

"I know, I know," Bonnie Ringgold soothed her. "I've had grief in my own 
life, the most savage disappointments." Her voice had actually turned soft 
and tender. "My lawyer flew in to Kansas City he'll be here before long. I 
wish to hell somebody had witnessed the tragedy but apparently nobody did 
and there's no evidence except that I was driving under the influence. The 
terrible thing happened just as I told you, I only hope you believe me, 
Carol?" 

"Sounds like the truth." 

"So we don't want to drag the horror through the courts for months and years 
do we? Lay ourselves out for the hungry lawyers to pick our bones?" 

Winnie Jo was tugging at my arm but I agreed with the star. "No we don't 
want to go to court. You won't find us hard to get along with. One thing, 
I've been notified some of this must go through the juvenile court." 

"Mmm trust the legal boys to smell any money in the air. And speaking of 
money -" She rose, took the few steps to her bureau to get her purse, and 
she was not quite steady on her feet. "Oh shit, look at me! I'll never drink 
another snort! How often have I said that?" 

She counted out some bills, handed them to me. I saw there were twenty 
hundreds. 

"Here's an advance, dear, so you can pay for the funeral and other things, 
not be dependent on those neighbors who've been more or less nosing into 
your affairs, they tell me. What's their name?" 

"The county assessor, J. Melville Blossom and his wife." 

"Blossom? What a name! Pardon me kids if I seem presumptuous but I don't 
like the sound of that pair, and I'm an old hand at the game, I've been 
beset by leeches, phonies, schmos, operators and sexies most of my life." 

Winnie Jo raised her head to give the star a curious inspection. "How would 
Mel and Miz Blossom fit in?" 

"Offhand I'd slug the county assessor as a slick operator and his wife as a 
bulldozing sexy. I could be wrong?" 

"But you're not!" Winnie Jo warned to her. "That's the old Blossoms all 
right. And how would Carol and I fit?" She put her arm around me as we sat 
on the edge of the star's bed. 

"A sister act for a natural. You're a pretty pair. You've learned about life 
the hard way perhaps, been touched by adverse experience?" 

"Carol's been touched. I'm still a virgin " 

"My Lord, I should hope so. You can't be over fifteen." She stopped to 
answer the telephone. Her lawyer had arrived. "Excuse me but I must make 
myself presentable to come before the official eye. Stay friends with me 
kids, please? I'll help you with your future plans, you'll need a change 
after this is over. Why don't you come to San Francisco, be my guests?" 

After we'd left Win said, "I like her lots, but in the hotel room she sure 
looked different from on TV, not nearly so sexy." 

"As usual, sex is about all you think of." 

"No, I'm beginning to think of money. You and I could do exciting things in 
the city, huh Carol? I'm darned tired of Bindale and the Blossoms. Oh I'll 
let you handle the cash hon, but you'd better mark everything down that you 
spend or I'll paddle you with a bed slat." 

We were surprised at the large number of people who came to Daddy's funeral. 
Strange women that nobody knew filed by the coffin then quietly departed. 
"Must be rape victims," Miz Blossom guessed. "They can't forget Todd 
Weaver's big prick. Jeez, I can't forget it either, a whanger like that. 
I'll bet they wish they could reach down inside the coffin and give it a 
feel, I get itchy fingers just envisioning it. The saddest part of all is 
that it lies flat now. If it were sticking up the way I've seen it they 
could never have closed down the lid of the coffin " Winnie Jo and I cried 
when they lowered Daddy's body into the ground forever. We saw Bonnie 
Ringgold openly shedding tears too. 

Bonnie drove to Kansas City that same day in her rented Corvette. Before she 
left I went alone to her hotel room and helped her pack as she and I had 
become quite friendly in just a day or so. 

I was feeling low-blue about Daddy and wanted to unburden my mind. Win loved 
me but she was so young, giggly with no mind for the future, I yearned to 
spill it all to Bonnie Ringgold who'd had experience with all kinds of 
people and was pretty wise I thought. 

"I'm sure my father did walk right in front of your car, Bonnie. I'd heard 
Daddy say a number of times, 'They ought to take me out and hang me.' He was 
the best man in the world at his natural self, but he drank heavily as you 
must have heard. He went off on drunks only after he'd started getting these 
crazy urges, to rape women you see and then he was clear out of his mind and 
nothing could stop him." 

Having pulled that main plug, it all poured out, how Winnie Jo and I had 
explored and kissed each other's body in bed at night, how Mel Blossom had 
put it to me and Miz Blossom had claimed her licks, how I'd accepted money 
for it, how Miz Blossom had gotten to Winnie Jo too, and the teacher, Miss 
Pauline Barlow had butched Win and embraced with me in sixty-nines. And how 
Daddy had raped me, aroused me so deeply I'd had orgasms and wanted more. 

"That's really the living end, honey," the Ringgold star said. "From one to 
sixty nine! I guess I've had a hundred lovers at one time or another, but 
nothing in the incest style and lesbians have never tempted me. 

"Oh I don't blame you at all, Carol. Sex is a delight beyond compare. 
Between you and me that's why I happened to be over here in Missouri, for a 
night with a certain man. We both drink quite a bit and then we do 
everything. Elliott fucked me in bed, on the floor, in the bathtub, even out 
in the yard under the hedge. I know his penis like the back of my hand." 

She laughed, got a piece of paper and drew a detailed picture of it and his 
testicles. Big erection of course. "I've put my mouth to every bit of that 
sweet stick, had it in me front and back." 

"You mean Greek style? Doesn't it hurt like fire?" 

"That's just what I mean dear, and it hurts lovely It would surprise you how 
many of the jet-set indulge. Quite a thrill if handled right, with lubricant 
you know. Still I suppose Elliott would be too exhausting as a steady 
partner. I know various men in various places, lots of loving is what makes 
life worth living, love silences that voice of doom, 'You are growing old, 
Bonnie Ringgold.' "But my advice to you and Winnie Jo is lay off that 
Blossom sex-stuff, you're young -God, how I wish I were! I mean if you're 
smart you'll settle down to normal sex with a man, yes and preferably a 
husband. 

"The only chance you kids have to straighten yourselves out is get clean 
away from the Bindale associations of rape, incest, and those baby fucking 
crunchers. Come on to San Francisco, let me know and I'll have you picked up 
at the airport, I have a big house in Burlingame where you can stay as long 
as you wish." 

Miz Blossom wanted Win and me to come out to the house with her that night. 
"You shouldn't be alone after burying your father." But I told her we 
Weavers would stay family down to two now. 

We had to be alone to make love. That night Winnie Jo screwed me with the 
dildo Miz Blossom had left in the apartment. "Just for once," she said, 
giving me a poke up my brownie that made me double up and yelp. "Aw-w I 
didn't mean to. Now I'll put it into your cunny and I'll be kissing my 
sweetheart on the mouth while she's getting good and peckered." 

She made me come several times, I went down on her and then she butched me, 
lying on top with her little mound rubbing against mine. It was a 
hope-renewing comfort. "Tell me you love me, Carol. You don't say it often 
enough any more." I said it and we kissed good night. 

"Sometimes you make me so mad I could swing you by your hair like a yo yo 
but you're my sweetheart. We're married aren't we? Not legally of course 
because I'm only fifteen." 

We found a will Daddy had made out just two days before his death He left 
everything to Winnie Jo and me. And as "everything" was next to nothing, the 
county administrator and the lawyers let us sell the stuff without any fuss, 
there wouldn't be enough loot in it for them to drag out a long probate. 

An insurance adjuster offered to settle the drunk-driver liability for my 
father's death for forty thousand dollars, plus the two thousand Bonnie had 
given me, plus funeral expenses. And was he ever surprised when Win and I 
accepted that without putting up an argument! Mel Blossom was so furious he 
tried to use his influence with the court judge to upset the deal, wanting 
to hook the rich star for more money and take his cut. 

So I had to reveal to Judge Mapes in confidence that even though Bonnie 
Ringgold had driven into Daddy while she was drunk we fully believed Daddy 
had deliberately walked in front of her car, wanting to end his life because 
his urges to rape women had gotten beyond his control. 

Else why had Daddy make his will just two days before? 

Win and I didn't let Miz Blossom touch us any more, I installed a new lock 
on the door of our apartment to keep her out. When everything was settled we 
telegraphed Bonnie Ringgold that we would be flying out to San Francisco the 
next day. The reply was signed by a man, Rudy Mather, secretary, and read 
"Bonnie is on tour but has asked me to pick you up at San Francisco Airport 
at one PM. Carry red handkerchiefs to identify yourselves. 

Have a good flight." 

I wondered what Rudy Mather would be like. "How'd you picture him in your 
ESP, speedo?" 

"I ignore the bullgut! Life would be a lot less frazzled around here if 
you'd stop forever drooling over men." 

"He might be an old fusspot or impossible otherwise. Still I kinda have a 
notion If we stay at Bonnie's house we'll probably see a lot of him." 

Such thoughts stirred my mind I wanted to get married and settle down. 
Winnie Jo insisted she was my spouse but we simply had to grow up out of 
that dodge. 

CHAPTER TWELVE 

On our westward plane trip Winnie Jo struck up an acquaintance with Rena 
Felice, a stunning brunette of about thirty who obviously knew her way 
around the sex circuit. She'd been in Kansas City, she said, hostessing an 
introductory party between a number of swinging couples. She and her partner 
Rollo Haskell engaged in such social relations work she said, their 
headquarters being in San Francisco. She made friends with Win, drew from 
her the facts that we two sisters were on our own, and Win didn't like boys 
but I did. 

I looked over the presentable young men on the plane, junior executives on 
expense accounts I supposed. One sat next to me on the aisle in the 
four-seat row I caught him glancing at my legs and breasts. The stewardess 
handed out free advertising cigarettes in miniature packages and as I don't 
smoke I passed mine on to the young man. His smile and "Thank you" were as 
far as we got. That was all right, I was still thinking of Rudy Mather. 

At San Francisco International Airport we walked down the movable corridor 
to the waiting room for our flight, identifying ourselves by holding red 
handkerchiefs in our hands. And there came Bonnie Ringgold's agent Rudy 
Mather to meet us. I knew him at once as though my ESP had imaged him all 
along. He had chestnut hair, full and curly without frilly bristles, he was 
tall and rangy, had a proud walk like my dad he was the rugged-faced young 
man of my dreams, with lit-up smile for me. Oh yes, his bright brown eyes 
admired me with a close-up that said it was a splendid day, life and all the 
world was good, and he thought the shape and style of me very pleasing. 
"Yeah, a bullgut," Winnie Jo whispered "I was afraid of this. Don't pay any 
attention to him Carol or I'll spank you and ship you back to Bindale on the 
next plane." 

She made a play for Rudy, chattered away to keep me out of it. We collected 
our grips and as we waited at the loading ramp for him to bring Bonnie's 
Pontiac station wagon around, Win told me fiercely, "He's contagious with 
some gruesome disease like smallpox or leprosy I can see it with my ESP, so 
don't you dare touch him, Carol, I mean it." 

I knew Rudy had no terrible disease. What, he was contagious with shone in 
his eyes upon me, the sweet sickness, and I knew I had already caught it 
from him. I would touch him and he would touch me, our looks told Winnie Jo 
how we were drawn to each other, and she feared to lose me to him. For the 
first time in my life I had plunged deeply in love. 

Win contrived to sit between Rudy and me on the front seat. She slipped her 
arm around me. "My sister and I are very close. We never go out with boys." 
Rudy only chuckled, exchanged a quick look with me in which we 
simultaneously expressed "Who does she think she'd kidding?" He wore an 
expensive brown sports jacket, a golden shirt, flannel trousers of a gray 
and russet design. 

"What a persnick!" Winnie Jo said later in our room. "If they put him out in 
a corn field chopping weeds with a hoe I'll bet he wouldn't look so 
gut-ball." 

"Mmm, he'd delicious. He's going to drive me to San Francisco in the 
morning." Bonnie's big house was in Burlingame, about twenty minutes 
commuting south of the city I'd get a job at telephone selling, I was used 
to phone work and although I'd not earn much I could come and go at my own 
hours, not be tied down. 

"Then I'm riding with you," Winnie Jo said. "I promised Rena Felice I'd look 
her up. She's a night woman though, said not to come around to her apartment 
before noon." 

"You'd better stay out of her bed." 

"Piddle. You should talk after you've corrupted me with your tricks until my 
pussy knows your tongue as well as it does my middle finger." 

We had enough left from the two thousand and some other money that we'd no 
immediate financial problems even without touching the big chunk. I'd be 
earning some and I didn't want Win to be talked into swinging dates that 
were the equivalent of commercializing the cunt. 

Sure enough Rena Felice was in the business. Worrying about my sister I 
called at Rena's apartment myself late that afternoon. The black-haired 
beauty came to the door in her robe. "So it's you, Carol? How nice. Winnie 
Jo's in the bedroom. You know I love your little sister like mad? She'd 
swing like a star." 

Win trotted out, stark naked, and not in the least regretful that she'd 
presented her pretty fifteen-year-old body to the woman sensualist to 
pleasure with as she wished. 

She told me later, "We showered together, kissing, hugging and petting, we 
drank water that dripped off our pubic hair. Then Rena gave me the most 
divine lickings, all over my crotch and brownie, she sucked and nibbled my 
toes. She has an electric vibrator that fits over her hand and whe-ewww! The 
feelies! Honestly after that when her hot tongue was lapping my clitty I was 
punching and moaning and you can bet the peaks came bumper to bumper." 

"How's she built?" 

"Pretty slick, although her stomach sticks out a bit and she has a scar 
across her hindy where she says some jealous dyke cut her. With her big-mama 
hips she'd be pretty heavy on me I guess so I lay on her when we rubbed 
pussies. She has a perky tuft of black hair on her mound but she's depilated 
herself on the sides of her slit, right there she's barer than Miz Blossom . 
She's promiscuous like you I'm afraid, screws with men although she said she 
could go for me better than for any man. 

"She told me a U.S. Senator and a lot of snooty businessmen had put the old 
spike to her and I don't think she was lying either. She showed me a couple 
of action pictures with herself on top and you could see her cunny wrapping 
itself around the stalks of their dingers up into her. The men's shaggy 
pubic hair looked absolutely super-crud. 

"She said one of the monsters was a big union boss and the other a famous 
trial lawyer and I guess they were although I wouldn't know such goofs from 
the mailman, if the mailman happened to be pig-poking with his dicky. 

Rena wants us to meet her partner, Rollo Haskell, and fix up dates where we 
could make good money. I told her you were making a ninny of yourself over 
some jerk out of Bonnie Ringgold's but I'd try to reason with you." 

I scolded my sister and of course that's just what she wanted, to fight, say 
she was sorry make up and come to terms. "I'll give up Rena Felice if you'll 
tie a can to Rudy Mather?" I promised nothing. According to Mandy the other 
Ringgold secretary, I ought to have a legal guardian appointed for Winnie Jo 
to protect her, but I knew if she wouldn't mind me she'd not obey any stodgy 
stranger. 

Rena Felice went completely ape over Winnie Jo did her best to bring me to 
intimate cuddling as well. I tongue-kissed with her while she gave me 
stroking pats on the seat of my panties, that was all. She flattered me said 
she was sure Win and I would especially appeal to socializing lonesome 
couples, tourists and roving swingers. 

I was too much in love to concern myself with letting some middle-aged 
girl-buyer screw me while his wife gorged herself on Winnie Jo's pussy. I 
met Rudy Mather in the garage and we were alone together for the first time. 
Needless to say we wasted not a minute before we were kissing, snug in each 
other's arms. When his legs meshed in hard with mine I didn't back off or 
pretend not to like it. 

He shifted uneasily and I asked him if there was anything wrong. "Wrong? I 
was only conscious of your virginal thigh, baby. The way my leg was 
pressing. You must have felt it too?" 

"I felt, uh, your manhood denting my leg, Rudy." I thought it politer to 
call it his "manhood" instead of his prick, although in Bonnie's household 
everybody talked pretty strong. "In high school I had a nice-girl reputation 
yet in the strictest sense I guess I can't truly call myself a virgin." 

In the strictest sense I could confess I'd been screwed to climax by my 
father, by Mel Blossom, and a dildo, I'd gone nooky with three women and 
girls, including my sister. I though I'd kept that part of my life secret, I 
didn't want to scare Rudy and lose him. 

He said, "I don't want to lose you, honeybun." It was as though our thoughts 
and emotions meshed together like our bodies. He hugged my breasts against 
his chest. "You can imagine in my job I've met a lot of show biz easy-living 
people and inevitably there've been intimacies." 

"Including Bonnie herself?" 

He turned away, batting a hand at me. "A guy can't talk about it, you know 
that, Carol." 

"All right darling." So he'd had it on with her. I liked Bonnie and didn't 
feel very jealous, not yet. "I suppose entertainers are lonelier than you'd 
think, snatch at whatever happiness comes their way. But you can get out of 
the racket can't you? You have higher ambitions I'll bet?" 

We had our arms around each other while Rudy said he'd like to buy into a 
tomato growing project it was a coming thing and I was enthusiastic. I know 
something about such deals, but then I spotted Mandy and Winnie Jo coming. 
Win didn't want me out of her sight when Rudy was around. Before we parted 
he stroked my behind and I gave his hand a squeeze. Sharp-eyed. Win saw it, 
rushed up and dug her thumb into my ribs. 

Two days later Rudy asked me if I'd meet him at the apartment of Tucket, a 
minor actress Bonnie had befriended. She was expecting an important COD 
package and as she was doing commercial work she couldn't be there to 
receive it. 

I knew pretty well what would happen if I spent an hour or so alone with my 
darling in that Bush Street apartment, yet I couldn't stay away. It was a 
dinky place that still cost Tucket two-twenty a month Rudy said, "Between 
assignments she's been known to accept money presents from men, that's why 
she needs a private apartment. Pretty grim the way girls trying to make it 
in show biz have to put out but that's how the bed bounces." 

Rudy and I honeyed very close together on the chesterfield making the old 
springs creak His mouth pressed to mine, my tongue slipped in between his 
lips, and his hand down in my loosened blouse stroked a bare nipple. But 
then the COD package arrived. He had to get up and attend to it. Before we 
could settle down to kissing again Fred and Hettie, a pair of small-time 
entertainers, showed up. 

As Rudy said and I was to learn in my brief acquaintance with the Ringgold 
star, there were endless people like Fred and Hettie on the fringe of show 
biz. "They try to borrow money, look for favors and inside casting info; 
"they'd stab any back or kiss any ass for a boost in the profession." Fred 
and Hettie were fortyish ginned up, grim and sad behind their gay front, and 
I'm sure Winnie Jo would have called them a pair of stinkers. Hettie threw 
her arms around my darling, plastered her mouth on his, and thrust hard with 
her wriggling middle, of which she packed more than a weight-watcher ought. 
"Isn't he beautiful?" she gushed. 

"Beautiful!" Fred grinned and rolled his eyes. 

"Aren't you and Hettie married?" I'd understood their last name to be 
Kleinhart. 

"Sure," Hettie said between kisses with Rudy, "but that gash hound of mine 
would trade me for a cup of coffee." 

Or pimp her out, I thought, to buy favor with Bonnie Ringgold's agent. 

"Four porno movies he's starred in," Hettie went on, "and they treated his 
old prick with so many chemicals to make it stay hard I was afraid they'd 
dissolve it. Thought to myself that's where the cocky crumbles. Ha ha!" 

"And ironically my iron rod is better than ever." Fred patted over the bulge 
it made in his pants, winked at me, made a fucking gesture with his finger, 
and I knew I'd have to do something to save Rudy from those dopes. The woman 
was trying to climb up him, with her skirt hiked to show her panties and 
garter belt. "Producers cry for Fred Kleinhart's victorious cock." the actor 
said, leering at me. "A lot of impotence going around, you know what I mean? 
So whether they want it for themselves or for their wives remains open for 
negotiation. But I'm really not hard to deal with." He tried to hold in a 
belch but it came, reeking of gin. They toadied up to Rudy but sized me as 
an outsider so they'd scare me off with dirty talk. 

Okay, Miz Blossom had grounded me along that line. "Say Hettie," I said, 
"you'd better be careful how you rub up against Rudy. He's just come down 
with a dose of clap." 

Abruptly Hettie pulled back her stomach. "A dose? Gawd! No, you must be 
kidding?" 

"All we know is what Dr. Schulz said, huh Rudy? If you doubt my word I'll 
let you talk to the doctor, or his nurse anyhow " I went to the telephone 
and started to dial a number at random. 

But just as I'd hoped Hettie was convinced without talking to Dr. Schulz. 
"Save it, Vinnie went to that prick sticker. The damnedest thing. How'd you 
catch it, sweetheart? Gawd I've heard there's dozens of cases of it right 
here in the city and in the south swinging groups have made it an epidemic. 
Rosen caught the syph from a choir singer, can you tie that?" Hettie crossed 
herself. 

"Ah, you remember that wild party out at Irene's?" Rudy improvised. "Just 
one of those things." 

"Surely Irene didn't give you a dose?" 

"Not Irene. Ah. Tessa I think her name was." 

"I know that Tess! Pretty but she's a turtle." Hettie slashed her hand 
horizontally as though cutting Tessa's throat. "You ought to report her to 
the police. And be sure you don't go within ten miles of the slut, Fred." 

The pair of swingers left a moment later. Fred took time to draw me to one 
side. "You're a pretty swell little actress." The way he grinned. I knew he 
hadn't fallen for my yarn about Rudy's dose of clap. "It's okay sugar. Keep 
in touch, I have connections that could set you up in a big way." 

As soon as we were alone Rudy took me by the shoulders and shook me. "All 
right, where did you learn about doses of clap? Not in Bindale High School?" 

"Why not? Anyhow I got rid of the pests for you, didn't I?" I swished with 
him in a hug that threw him off balance. 

"Umm. Don't tell me Dr. Schulz really exists?" 

"Of course he exists. When I was selling by telephone this morning a crazy 
woman or man with a woman's voice answered a call, you never know what 
weirdo you're going to get on the line. He or she told me, Take this down, 
it's vitally important. I have a dose of clap and I need money for 
treatments with Dr. Schulz.' And Hettie had heard of him." 

Rudy had to burst out laughing. For a moment he had frightened me, with his 
beetling brows, bristling so with male pride and arrogance, but now he 
kissed me soundly and the spank he delivered was loving-marvelous. 

I asked him "Just who is this Tessa?" 

"I don't know her any more than you know Dr. Schulz. Just a name I happened 
to think of." 

"Tessa's a turtle." I was scolding him but hugging him at the same time. 
"The next Irene's wild party you go to you'd better take me along. I'm your 
girl aren't I? I want to be your girl, Rudy." 

"Yeah and looks like I'm hooked. And because you are my girl I don't want 
you fooling around with creeps like Fred. I saw you two whispering together. 
He was trying to set up something with you wasn't he?" 

"Only in a creepy sort of way He let me know he didn't believe you're 
diseased, said it was all right, he was on my side, what's wrong with that?" 

"Probably nothing." Rudy lifted me off my feet, sat down on the chesterfield 
with me across his lap . "You don't know how those dogs sniff at a 
connection, your being a friend of Bonnie Ringgold's." He kissed me hard, 
whether in forgiveness or to show his authority I couldn't guess. I loved it 
anyhow. 

"Keep showing your authority, sir," I told him, "it's all right." And he 
bruised my mouth again I caught my breath, felt my heart racing at the way 
he held me. "You... you were sure bucking for Hettie's fat bottom the way 
you hiked up her skirt." I became well aware right then that Rudy's hand was 
moving high on my own thighs. 

"Are you calling me an ass-man?" His voice thickened. "Hell, I plead guilty. 
Yours is a gem, flawless and serene in its heavenly curves." 

Mmm I thought of Miz Blossom calling me "Apple-ass." But I mustn't ever 
mention Miz Blossom to my darling. Not let Winnie Jo snitch either. 

He stroked the curves around my crotch. "If your sweet ass wasn't enveloped 
in pantyhose I'd be kissing it all over." 

I pushed at the hand getting too familiar with my inner dips, but not 
unrelentingly He was stronger! "After all, darling! Ohh umm... well .. would 
you rather I wore lace panties and garter belt?" 

"Good for when we're alone together, sugarbun. But with those minis my girl 
wears she'd better stick to pantyhose when she's out in public. Sure lots of 
chicks put out the old crotch view these days but my girl had better not. As 
for Hettie, she's an old trouper and she exhibits her slick tail in lace 
ruffles and garter belt because what else has she got that's sensational?" 

"Big boobs?" This shifted Rudy's line of inquiry upward. He was pulling off 
my sweater blouse, and as usual I wore no bra. 

Rudy buried his face between my breasts, kissed my nipples till I jiggled my 
legs and squealed. "Geez, Carol. I don't deserve these So young and perfect 
they make me feel old at twenty four. Hettie's? Don't mention them in the 
same breath, hers droop over dry hard skin." 

I knew without his admitting it that he must have explored every inch of 
Hettie's naked body that he'd screwed her, and also this Tucket whose 
apartment we were in. He'd probably put the prod to lots of women Don't let 
that bother me now! Because I was only too well aware that as soon as he 
could get to me Rudy was going to make me his. 

We did it right there on the chesterfield not wanting to drag Tucket's bed 
from the closet, leave indications -semen drops for instance that would give 
us away. 

My skirt, pantyhose and underpants came off, leaving me naked for Rudy to 
stroke and kiss. In a thrice he was naked himself. I loved his build, 
tapering up to his broad shoulders, and I loved that scrumptious big penis 
I'd felt against my leg and belly. Mmm it stood out like a soldier on 
parade. I wanted to kiss that darling prick, but I was afraid to on our 
first fuck. He had a lean body not too hairy, and his legs were as trim as a 
male dancer's. 

He didn't go down on me, there in Tucket's apartment, but his kisses on my 
hindy nuzzling and licking, had me whimpering wanting more. Criminy! I had 
little orgasms even before the moment came when he mounted me. I held his 
pecker in my hand, feeling its throb, and I guided it into my pussy The head 
poked hard through the small opening-then utter delight! I hugged the man I 
loved down against my belly and felt the staff of heaven in me all the way. 

"Lover, lover!" I couldn't help giving -in to him with my whole body and 
thrust. Win would be screaming, "You're humping up for it like a house 
afire!" My legs and privates worked so smoothly with Rudy's we might have 
been dancing. He fucked me for forty minutes! 

I was glad then that he'd had experience knew how to time it so well, easing 
along with magic thrills, then gradually quickening his pace. So strong he 
never seemed to tire. And I felt I'd surely be happy forever in his arms and 
with his cock in me. 

I told myself this was my true lover at last. Daddy had been driven by his 
savage lust when he'd screwed me, practically mindless, and Mel Blossom had 
soon been panting raggedly with the exertion of middle-age, but Rudy and I 
fitted together without all that friction, we belonged. My bare hindy 
pressed so hard into the rough tapestry of the chesterfield that the cloth 
printed its pattern on my skin. I didn't care. Bounce me, put it, put it! 
The longer Rudy screwed me the more I loved him. 

I had little moments, then the big one-dear Lord, I was glad I came before 
he did. I was so high I gloried at my sweetheart's cock being still hard 
inside my cunny and finally spending there. 

I held him on me as long as he would stay. When he slid off, stood up leaned 
to kiss me, I said, "I wish you'd just made a baby in me. I'm not knocked up 
don't worry, but that's what I wish, that you'd want to father my baby and 
we'd be partners the rest of our lives." 

But my frankness instantly put him on his guard, he remained the wary 
bachelor. "You're not angling to put me under permanent contract?" 

"I'm just saying you're my darling, Rudy Anyhow, name me one way I wouldn't 
make you a good wife?" 

"Did I say you weren't a winner's prize?" Careful though to avoid such words 
as "wife" and "marriage" he laughed with brash assurance that affronted and 
yet somehow pleased me. 

"We'll make it go yet, you'll see." 

CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

I was so bubbling over with glad hopes that Winnie Jo instantly guessed what 
had happened. "Get away from me, you cheating hustler! After all we've meant 
to each other and then you go peddling your patoot." 

In bed she at first refused to touch me but soon relented, kissed and 
forgave me, stuck her tongue into my vagina. "Doesn't feel any bigger." 
Holding the lips apart she kissed my private flesh while I held her small 
head against my crotch. "But honestly, Carol, if you keep it up this 
honeypot it'll stretch out like a witch's cauldron." 

Bonnie Ringgold returned from her tour and business picked right up, with 
many visitors, reporters, a producer, booking agent, Bonnie's physician, 
dressmaker and hair stylist. 

Loads of food, also cases of liquor were delivered at the house. Bonnie 
herself looked bright and healthy although she admitted she'd still been 
drinking too much. 

She seemed genuinely pleased to see Win and me as her house guests. But she 
proceeded to lecture us on the dangers of the city. "Don't trust any of the 
men around here, beware of friendly pats from any man younger than seventy . 
you hear me?" She smiled at Winnie Jo's fierce expression. "I'm sure they 
aren't going to put anything over on you." 

"Just let 'em try to get me down," Win said "and I'll raise a lump on their 
head like a potato." Then she had to blurt out, "But trust Carol to polish 
the old apple. She's been humping like mad with Rudy." 

"That's a lot of kid nonsense," I said quickly. I forced a laugh but Bonnie 
was an old hand, I didn't fool her for a minute. I saw that she was hurt and 
angry. Rudy had practically admitted he'd bedded the star. She was in her 
late forties, acutely conscious of the menace of advancing age. Her 
squinting glance accused me of ingratitude, betrayal. 

She couldn't compete with an eighteen year-old rival on even terms but she 
could use her power to separate Rudy from me. "And what are your future 
plans here in the city dear?" 

Meaning, "Don't expect me to board you in my house while you steal my 
lover." 

"I have a temporary job telephone selling." (What I earned wouldn't keep 
Bonnie in toilet paper.) 'Win and I are looking for a nice apartment near a 
school in town for when the fall term starts." 

Winnie Joe knew we hadn't been looking for any apartment, opened her mouth 
to say so, then caught my eye and had enough sense to keep quiet. 

The next day all I could think of was another date with Rudy. I waited 
around, hoping he'd offer to drive me up to the city but he buried himself 
in business, more personal appearances for Bonnie had to be arranged, and so 
on. I was getting pretty fed up with all the polite snubs and infighting of 
the theatrical crowd, I'd never dreamt that competition in the arts could be 
so crude and merciless. 

Fat fixers with acting parts to hand out were offered women's (and men's!) 
bodies for their pleasure as a matter of course and then more often than not 
the fixer took what he smugly called "Just another piece of tail" and gave 
nothing in return. Also, as a matter of course, successful older show biz 
personalities demanded youthful lovers and got them. 

So Bonnie, aging and supporting an expensive household, had as her star's 
right taken on my handsome Rudy. Well she could just give him up! I felt 
sure he didn't love her. She didn't own the earth . Let her go balling with 
a man her own age and leave us young people alone. 

I arrived at Bonnie's house that late afternoon at the cocktail hour, but 
neither she nor Rudy Mather were in the big living room. The long bar was 
deserted save for Winnie Jo swigging a Coke. Her eyes glittered with 
mischief. 

"Wait till you hear the latest! Whew-ee! You'll scram outdoors screaming and 
climb a tree." 

I noticed she wore her blouse like a loose smock. "Don't tell me you're 
knocked up? 

Blithers, you're too man-shy for that." 

"I've been waiting for you, to show you how I'm painted then I'll clean it 
off." She shucked out of her blouse and I could see bright red on her navel 
and nipples. "This noon Bonnie cleared us all out of the house so she could 
rest and Mandy took me to the theatre not to sit in the audience, we caught 
the acting from the wings. The show was a dud so far as I could see, endless 
goo about man's destiny in this rotten modern world, you know that boring 
slurp. 

"They asked me would I care to meet the male star and I told them 'Some 
other time,' but I saw the female star Dawn Topping, in her dressing 
room-Mandy said her real name is Mrs. Ada Murphy. She was painting herself 
and she insisted on daubing me with red too " 

"So you stripped naked for her, I suppose?" But the cause of my darkening 
frown was that neither Bonnie nor my darling had come through the door arid 
Rudy had always stopped by at this time for a drink or a chat before dinner. 
"And I suppose dear Mrs. Murphy's hand found its way between your legs?" 

"Oh shucks! Sometimes Carol you're just too childish for mod society. Show 
biz people are so full of vibes and feelies that nudity and a friendly goose 
mean no more to them than drinking a glass of beer. Oh well, now that you've 
seen my new beauty spots I guess I'll go upstairs and clean my poor body. 
Come and watch and give me a tickle if you want." 

She fixed her blouse, wiggled her behind, and started off, but I called, 
"Wait!" Winnie Jo smiled at me with an innocent expression as if she didn't 
know what worried me. "When Bonnie cleared everybody out of the house even 
you and Mandy did Rudy Mather stay here while you were gone?" 

"Well of course Rudy stayed what do you think she wanted the rest of us out 
of the way for? After all, you poor thing you, he's her live-in lover and 
Bonnie can't rest without a bit of dicky-do." 

"Stop it!" Win reacted round-eyed to my glare, the opening and closing of my 
angry fists. I stilled my shaking only with severe effort. "You don't know 
they went to bed together, you didn't see them." 

"Sure maybe they played ringtoss." Winnie Jo rolled her eyes in the 
exasperating manner that made me want to slap her down - "Bear up, hon, get 
some sense. You know you asked for this, trying to steal the man from a top 
show biz star. Hereafter you'd better have more consideration for me, your 
true sweetheart." 

"Oh knock it off!" I turned my back on her, I was so upset, and she ran 
upstairs in a huff. 

Mandy suddenly showed up, fixed herself a drink of Scotch at the bar and for 
once I helped myself to a gin-and-tonic. The alcohol took the edge off my 
temper but didn't cure my love-sickness. 

Dinner was a dismal affair, neither that man-eating star nor Rudy showed up. 
I recalled her mention of how she liked to give her sex partner tongue 
treats, even licking his anus and I lost all appetite for the roast lamb and 
caper sauce. 

I hung around the living room all evening hoping I'd see Rudy but he stayed 
away. Then Mandy broke the hateful news: Winnie Jo and I were politely asked 
to leave. "Bonnie's found a nice apartment in the Marina for you two and 
she's asked me to move you first thing in the morning in the station wagon." 

Money power had spoken. Bonnie had a perfect right to ask us to leave, what 
I could never forgive was her grabbing off the man I knew loved me. I felt 
sure that Rudy soon would have asked me to marry him; but when his fat job 
with Bonnie was at stake he'd had to ditch. He played along in the cutthroat 
game like all the rest! 

Winnie Jo and I had never done anything to earn more than piddling amounts 
of money if you didn't count what the Blossoms paid us for whoring. Sure, we 
had the big insurance settlement but Daddy had died for that. I had invested 
the forty thousand in high-interest bonds and so far we hadn't touched even 
the three hundred a month income it yielded. 

"I'll miss living high on the hog," Win said, "but it's a change so 
what't'doody?" 

She was cool at adapting herself to our being shuffled around from place to 
place even though deep down every uprooting filled her with new terrors. 
"Gee Carol, won't it be nice to live by ourselves again? I can cook you 
things we used to eat, like spare ribs, greens and stuffed peppers. But 
don't you try bringing any trashy men around to our apartment or I'll give 
'em a good kick in the belly " We had gone on up to our room, Winnie Jo was 
in the bathroom assigned for our use and I was standing in my robe, combing 
my hair, when someone knocked on the door. It was Rudy I stood there, let 
out a sighing breath," expecting him to take me in his arms, but he walked 
right by me, paced back and forth avoiding my eyes as though he chose to 
exclude me from his sight and touch. 

I weakened reached for his hand, but he yanked it away. In quick anger I 
blurted out, "Are you through screwing the boss for your paycheck or must 
you go back for an overtime suck?" 

Rudy turned very red, clenched his hands into tight fists, but made no 
reply. Hurt and resentment came over me, for I knew now for certain that he 
and Bonnie had been playing such games as kiss-my-twat. "Did she look and 
smell pretty down there when you gave her a tonguebath. Or did you close 
your eyes and dream of the dollars you'd rake in for cheating on the girl 
who would love you and become your loyal wife?" 

He did touch me then violently. He threw me on my back on the bed I thought 
he was going to make love to me. I'd put up a holler, then I'd let him 
overpower me. Except that Winnie Jo would be fighting him like a tiger. 

Also the urpy doubt flashed: he probably couldn't even raise it after Bonnie 
Ringgold had drained him to the last drop in a marathon orgy- He didn't even 
try to take me, instead he crushed me in agony with words. "Such shitty talk 
from you, Carol, is no more than I'd expect the way you must know all the 
positions. 

You didn't mention that you'd carried on prostitution with your father's 
employers, going down on the wife, letting her debauch your kid sister, 
taking the pill so the man wouldn't knock you up the many times you let him 
screw you for money." 

"But that-that-" I was stammering "Mel Blossom forced himself on me-the 
first time-" 

"Yeah I can just see him doing that when it was right there for him. Do you 
expect me to believe he forced you to do a deep throat job sucking his 
cock?" I was really crushed speechless. Win came bouncing in her robe tight 
around her. "What's going on here? You leave my sister alone you bullgut or 
I'll throw you out the window." Rudy sprang up pushed Win back into a chair, 
resumed his pacing. 

"Moral dry rot clear through," he said "A decadent, noisome situation. 
Chances are after you came home from selling your cunt to the Blossoms there 
was your drunken, rapist father to throw you down on the bed or floor, nail 
you with his oversize rod-" But Win was up clawing at him snarling raging. 
He tried to hold her off, could have knocked her senseless but didn't want 
to hurt the kid. She grabbed his shirt, tore off the buttons. I pulled her 
back kicking and crying. 

Rudy too was breathing hard. "Yeah incest. With your father and this little 
demon too. So you expected me to involve myself in a situation like that? 
Maybe you thought I was as nutty as you two." 

I could find no words to defend myself. Why bother? The road back to him was 
forever blocked. He demolished me with a bitterly cold stare. He'd never 
marry me, I must have been out of my mind to have expected it. When a 
well-set man could pick and choose, he'd be pretty foolish to take for his 
wife a girl with my sex record - Rudy Mather had his weaknesses but he was 
no fool, he played the game smart. 

It embarrassed me when Winnie Jo jeered at him. "Who do you think you are 
but a male hooker? Yeah, Bonnie Ringgold's fancy man What do you expect 
you'll ever amount to? 

Ten years from now when she's nothing but an alcoholic old rag you'll still 
have to kiss her twat to earn your pay. Ha! That's all you show biz 
characters are, a lot of animals, so stuck on yourselves anybody'd think you 
had principles to be proud of. Yeah! You ass-kissers are pretty useless and 
boring in my opinion." 

I chocked her with an arm around her neck made her shut up Win gurgled and 
thumbed me in the ribs. 

"I've listened to enough of this crap " Rudy stared morosely at the ruins of 
his twenty dollar shirt. "Bonnie wanted me to talk to you frankly let you 
know where you stand " 

"I know Rudy." Anger had left me, I felt only despair. I saw the big truth 
about myself. 

Nothing but a promiscuous cunt. No man who knew the facts would ever want to 
marry me. "You can reassure the boss, tell her that Win and I will go 
peaceably, thank her for taking in such trash as us." 

"We aren't either any trash!" Winnie Jo said but didn't convince anybody. 

"I'm sorry it had to end this way Carol." Rudy spread his hands in a gesture 
he must use often when being tactful dismissing the losers. "But it 
definitely has ended. A girl as pretty as you will make new contacts, easy. 
And next time take my advice and confess nothing." 

With a sly twist of his lips he turned and left the room. 

"Afraid even to kiss you goodbye," Win said "Just shows, all he loves is 
himself. Good riddance, I'd say. Maybe I shouldn't have blabbed to Bonnie 
about you and Mr. Hot-Nutsy but she'd have found it out quickly enough. I'll 
never forgive Bonnie for snitching on us." 

I could never forgive the rich star either. What I'd confided to her in 
earnest trust and was understood not to be repeated. But the aging star, 
fighting to retain youth and love stopped at nothing. 


The End
