Sally’s Secret Lover

Sally’s Secret Lover by Author Unknown

Chapter 1

I wonder why it is, Sally Denham thought quizzically to herself, that
nothing in life ever turns out quite the way you think it will? Take
me, for instance, a born and bred New Englander — what am I doing in
Quiggville, Tennessee? I’m not even sure I like the South (perhaps
‘approve of’ was more the term), yet here I am practically committed to
spending the rest of my life here! Once Ray gets his partnership we’ll
be committed for sure.

Funny, how the expression had slipped into both their vocabularies so
that one or the other of them seemed to use it several times a day.
Once we get the partnership. Will our lives really change so radically,
and for the better, when the magic day comes? As a matter of black and
white practicality they would. We know what the drugstore grosses every
year, and the net. Half that net will be ours … not just a salary. A
salary that was far too low considering what pharmacists were making
elsewhere, even taking into account that this apartment over the store
was thrown in free of rent and utilities. Ray, of course, wouldn’t see
that he could be making twice as much in Knoxville or Nashville, or
anywhere else in the country. And as Sally pointed out, that they could
save the necessary capital twice as fast.

“But then I wouldn’t get this chance, the option that I have by working
here!”

“DO YOU mean an option in writing, like on a piece of property?”
Sally’s pretty brow wrinkled slightly.

“No, not an option in the literal sense. I meant the agreement between
me and John Blodgett that I can come in as a full partner.”

“And you have only his word on that?” the tiny furrows creased deeper
and her clear gray eyes were disturbed, “No witnesses or anything?”

“Honey, that’s the way business is done in small Southern towns …
just by sort of talking things over. When the time comes, we’ll draw up
some kind of agreement. You have to remember that things are slow-paced
here.”

She would grant that. Things were snail-paced in Quiggville, in fact,
and if it wasn’t for the appointments of her piano pupils she often
would not know what day of the week it was. Yet to see Ray so happy and
absorbed in his work was worth it all, she felt. Traditionally a wife
was the helpmate of her husband and should make the sacrifices and
endure the necessary hardships to give him his start.

When they had met on the campus, Ray had made his prospects clear from
the very beginning. His parents were dirt-poor farmers from the
mountain area of Tennessee and he was attending school through a
scholarship and money he had saved while in the army. Sally was not
wealthy by any means, but certainly better off financially and in
family background. They had married during their senior year and moved
to Quiggville right after graduation. Ray had been recruited with
glowing promises by John Blodgett … he needed a pharmacist
immediately; the old man who had the job had died and the local
residents had to go ten miles to the county seat to have prescriptions
filled. In answer to Ray’s questions about a share in the business he
said he would be willing to take in a partner as soon as Ray could
raise “a little cash to bind the deal” as he was occupied with other
business interests and did not like to work in the store himself.

Sally never forgot her first look at Quiggville. It was little more
than a crossroads, actually, with a square in the center of town where
the roads met. The important stores and churches were located on the
square, with a grassy park and the Confederate monument in the center.
Stretching beyond that were a few blocks of houses in each direction
along the shady quiet streets … and then the shabby, haphazardly-
placed houses of the black people. A half-mile out of town was a new
subdivision of rambling brick homes where the younger business and
professional people lived and entertained each other with rounds of
barbecues and cocktail parties.

The social position of the Denhams was not yet clearly defined. Ray had
joined the Jaycees and Sally had been invited to some women’s meetings,
but they were not really “in,” another fact which she found galling. Of
course it was difficult to accept invitations or to entertain because
of the long hours Ray worked and their shabby old apartment. Sally had
painted and done a lot of fixing, but it was still dreary and
depressing with its old-fashioned high ceilings and antiquated plumbing
fixtures.

When they got the partnership they would buy a lot in Hickory Acres —
their credit would, be good then for a home building loan from the
local bank. And they could afford to have a baby.

If we’re still sleeping together, she said to herself. Oh, God, what
makes me think of things like that? Of course we’ll be sleeping
together … we’re husband and wife, and that’s one of the most
important things about marriage, isn’t it? Yet after a year and a half
together, the inexorable truth was that their sexual relationship was
getting worse, not better. Since they had settled into the routine of
their life in Quiggville, particularly, Ray initiated the sexual act
less and less frequently. Sally never made advances to him, of course;
she felt that was the man’s prerogative and in any case her own sex
drive seemed to be rather low … she could live with or without it …
actually it was just a little bit distasteful to her, the whole messy
thing. But she did worry about Ray’s satisfaction and whether it was
normal for him to so often be too tired or preoccupied?

Just last Sunday afternoon there had been a peculiar episode. She had
been washing the lunch dishes while Ray sat in the living room reading
the paper. Sally had not heard him enter the kitchen until the moment
when he seized her around the waist. Of course she screamed and then
laughed and they stood there together for a moment. Then Ray’s hands
had slipped upward to cup her firmly rounded breasts and she felt his
lips nuzzling the back of her neck as he squeezed and kneaded the
pliant, resilient flesh under his fingers. It wasn’t that she didn’t
like to be caressed in that way, but her hands were wet and soapy and
she didn’t want to ruin his clean shirt … they were going for a drive
as soon as she finished the dishes.

So she had continued with her work and acknowledged his presence only
with a brief affectionate smile tossed over her shoulder at her young
husband. He had kept his hands on her breasts and pressed closer behind
her until she was wedged firmly between his body and the sink and his
loins were up tight against the ample spheres of her buttocks. Suddenly
she was uncomfortably aware that Ray had an erection and the hard
throbbing bulk of his penis was pressing into the crevice at the end of
her spine. Perversely, her only reaction was annoyance. Why on earth,
at such an inappropriate time? A peaceful Sunday afternoon and they
were almost ready to go out. She set the last saucepan in the drain and
pulled the plug, still pretending not to notice Ray’s obvious arousal
although his penis was now digging into her to the point of widening
the split between the two soft fleshy cheeks of her buttocks. His hands
slipped from her taut-stretched nipples and began to work up under her
apron, massaging her flat little belly while from the rear he slowly
rubbed his loins against her with insinuating pressure.

“Sally,” his warm breath stirred in her left ear, “let’s go in the
bedroom, honey!”

“Oh, Ray …” she protested gently, “here I’ve been hurrying to get
ready while you read the paper, and now you want to fool around.”

“Who’s fooling around? I mean business — I’m horny as hell!”

“Ray!” she hated that vulgar expression. “I just don’t understand why –
– I mean, of all times,” it was difficult to hold her voice steady when
his fingers had reached her pubic mound and were moving over the
sensitive area in a slowly rotating motion that despite her annoyance
was making her feel curiously weak and warm up between her legs. At
that moment the wall telephone rang.

“Damn it to hell!” her husband cursed with surprising ferocity.

Sally twisted in his grip, “A — aren’t you going to answer it?”

He shook his head and resumed his lewd probing of his wife’s trembling
loins. “It’s my day off.”

“But it may be a customer needing a prescription.”

The phone kept on ringing insistently as the young couple stood there
locked in an obscene embrace — with Ray’s hand thrust up between his
wife’s legs. Then, abruptly — almost roughly — he released her and
pushed her away as he moved to snatch the telephone receiver.

It was a customer, a heart patient, who had just discovered he was out
of the digitalis pills he must take daily.

“All right,” Ray said wearily, “come down to the store in about fifteen
minutes. No — no free delivery nights or Sundays, only during regular
store hours. You can send a taxi if you don’t feel like coming
yourself, Mr. Pickett.”

Sally was already busy drying her hands. “We could drop the pills off
… we’ll be out in the car anyway,” she whispered to Ray, but he was
already hanging up. She carefully avoided looking at the front of his
slacks where she knew the tell-tale bulge still pushed out the fly in
an incongruous manner. He was glaring coldly at her.

“Be damned if we will. If he took his last pill yesterday, why couldn’t
he come in then for a refill? Because he enjoys making a big emergency
deal out of it!” He strode angrily out of the room and she heard him go
noisily down the stairs to open the drug store.

Poor dear, he’d been working entirely too many hours, and should at
least have one day of rest in the week. It seemed so unfair that John
Blodgett should reap all the profits of the drug store when he did
nothing more than go over the books occasionally, while Ray was on his
feet from nine to six with an additional three hours on Friday night.
And nearly every evening there was a call for a rush prescription,
usually a child suddenly taken sick. There was of course Minnie, the
efficient spinster who clerked in the front of the store and supervised
the moronic teenagers who came and went at the soda fountain. But the
burden of the purchasing and inventory, as well as the busy pharmacy
department, fell on Ray.

When they finally did set out in their old hardtop, however, his usual
good humor seemed to have returned. They had long since explored every
road leading out of Quiggville, for these rides were their chief
recreational outlet, but still it was interesting to observe the
countryside at different seasons of the year. The spring was Sally’s
favorite time … it was so much more lush than a New England spring
and came a full two months earlier. Now, at the end of a dry summer,
there seemed to be a dusty haze in the air and a sleepiness had settled
over the scorching red-clay fields.

They drove first to Hickory Acres to inspect the newly-staked-out lots
in the undeveloped portion of the subdivision.

“Someone’s bought the corner one,” she touched her husband’s arm and
pointed to the sign which was slashed diagonally by a bright yellow
strip bearing the letters SOLD.

“Yeah … so I see. But that’s the only one. They’re not moving so
fast, what with the recession …” Ray was careful not to voice their
unspoken fear that the lot of their choice might be purchased by
someone else first. They got out of the car and went through the ritual
of pacing off where the house would sit and where the front door would
be.

The rest of the day Sally remembered had gone quite smoothly. They had
a light supper and spent the evening watching TV. When the late news
came on Sally had gone ahead and showered as she liked her shower or
bath, at night whereas Ray preferred one in the morning. When he came
into the bedroom she was already in bed, with only the sheet pulled
over her. In her fresh cotton baby-doll nightie she looked like a
child, except for the outline of her high, curving breasts that
protruded provocativeiy over the fold of the sheet and faint dip of the
“vee” between her legs where the light material bunched.

Ray stripped in a rapid, business-like way and stood naked beside her
for a few seconds; he never wore pajamas … it was a habit she simply
could not talk him out of. In the brief interval before his hand
touched the light switch and plunged the room into darkness, Sally’s
wide gray eyes rested lovingly on his tall, lanky form. She did love
every inch of him, from the black hair that had a habit of falling over
his right eye, to his big-boned hands that could be so gentle, right
down to his size twelve feet! (In her mental inventory, Sally passed
hurriedly over her husband’s genitals which now hung down flaccidly
between his hairy legs but were still impressive in their proportions.)

She snuggled closer to him as he climbed into the bed and stretched out
beside her, almost positive that they would make love tonight since he
had been so eager for sex that afternoon. She was determined to try
very hard to enjoy the act this time … yes, even the last of it when
he filled her with his messy, sticky cum!

But Ray seemed to have entirely forgotten about the incident and
apparently sex was not on his mind tonight. He lay on his back for a
few moments, then rolled over with an affectionate pat delivered to her
backside. “G’night, honey.”

“G-goodnight, darling,” she whispered back timidly. She felt surprised
and oddly tense as she lay there beside his warm naked body and almost
wanted to reach over and stroke him or somehow indicate her
willingness. She didn’t want to make any brazen announcement, however,
and after a while she knew by his slow deep breathing that Ray had
fallen asleep.

She really couldn’t imagine why she was dwelling on the events of last
Sunday … except it seemed to mark some kind of turning point in their
deteriorating sexual relationship, as though her rejection that
afternoon had really discouraged her husband. But that was absurd, they
were still practically newlyweds and only needed time to make these
adjustments and solve whatever problems had arisen. It wasn’t a problem
as far as she was concerned … although she found sex disappointing
and not very enjoyable at best, she would go through with it a
reasonable amount of times for Ray’s sake. She and Ray might have
different temperaments, but each respected the other’s desires and
interests. For instance, Ray had not wanted her to give up her music
and had bought an old upright piano for her to practice on and to
instruct her half-dozen pupils. Why, Lord, she had a pupil coming for a
lesson in twenty minutes, and here she was sitting around daydreaming!
She began to move automatically around the living room, straightening
up.

In the drugstore below, Ray Denham had for once caught up on the list
of prescriptions to be filled and they sat along the counter in a neat
row while he worked on the wholesale orders at the old-fashioned desk.
Suddenly he heard a gravelly southern accent from the front of the
store and recognized it immediately as John Blodgett’s voice.

“How ‘do, Miss Minnie! You doin’ all right?” and then without waiting
for her answer, “Good, good!”

Blodgett breezed by the soda fountain with a lecherous wink at the
clerk, “Honey, bring me and Mister Denham some cokes … with lots of
ice, child, lots of ice.”

He eased his considerable bulk behind the prescription counter, “Hi
there, Ray — you doin’ all right?”

“Just fine, John,” Ray said placidly, in the knowledge that business
was good and getting steadily better. He pulled up a chair for the
older man. Blodgett was sweating, staining his immaculate light blue
sports shirt, and he took out a handkerchief and passed it over his
ruddy face and thick shock of graying hair. He was a handsome man of
about fifty, beginning to show unmistakable signs of overindulgence in
good food and drink but still fit and powerful looking.

“Another hot one,” he sighed. “We sure do need some rain awful bad. All
my sweet corn is just dryin’ up … just parchin’ under that sun.”

“Is that what you raise out there, corn?” Ray asked, waiting for his
boss to come around to the purpose of his visit.

“Oh, I raise a little bit of this and that. Main thing, course, is my
beef cattle. I’m just a gentleman farmer, and I guess that’s a good
thing, because it’s hard to make money at farming these days.”

The girl appeared with two large cokes and Blodgett nudged Ray’s elbow.
“Look at that,” he said in a husky undertone, “Just look at that sweet
little ass on that child!” It was true that the girl’s nylon mini
uniform barely cleared her tender, youthful buttocks. Ray had actually
been too busy to notice her nubile figure before. Blodgett opened the
lower desk drawer and brought out a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey he
kept there. He added a generous slug of the amber liquid to each coke.

“Course you got yourself something a lot nicer than that right
upstairs,” he continued in an aggrieved tone. “Why, man, you’re
practically still on your honeymoon. But when you get to be my age you
sure will appreciate those cute, raunchy little teenagers, let me tell
you!” he pushed one of the drinks toward Ray.

“I don’t like to drink in the store,” Ray said doubtfully as he picked
it up. “You know — old ladies come in and smell it on your breath,
they spread it all over town that you’ve taken to drink.”

“You’re a smart man, Ray,” John Blodgett said admiringly. “Yes sir,
always lookin’ ahead … a damn smart man. You know, I just got the bad
news the other day that I’m gonna have to cut down on the brew myself.
Yep, just found out that my blood pressure’s gone sky-high. Old Doc
wasn’t one bit encouraging … said I’m headed straight for a heart
attack if I don’t slow down and take things easy. Fact is, that’s why I
stopped by.”

Ray Denham had a sudden premonition that something might be wrong, just
from the way Blodgett’s guileless blue eyes were roving over the
shelves of pharmaceuticals and avoiding his face.

“It looks like I have to think about retiring long before I’m sixty-
five,” the older man continued, “or sort of semi-retiring … I’m only
going to keep hold of the properties that’ll work for me without me
working on them … see what I mean?”

Ray shook his head and waited to hear what was coming next.

“No, I reckon you don’t. Well, take this store, for instance. Since you
took over it runs pretty smooth, I certainly got to admit that, but
there’s still the bookkeeping and figuring the taxes. I want to get
shut of it. Instead of taking in a partner, I’ve decided to sell out,
Ray — the whole works.”

There was a moment of absolute silence. Then Ray took a hefty swallow
of the sweet, whiskey-laced cola. “T-the building, too?” Blodgett’s
stunning announcement had caught him so suddenly that it was taking him
several seconds to assimilate the knowledge and what it would mean for
him.

“Oh, not the building. You won’t catch me selling a piece of prime real
estate that’s right on the square. No, I mean the inventory, all the
fixtures, the good will … everything that’s inside these four walls.
Then I’ll give the buyer a long-term lease …” he smiled at Ray. “You
know, I was really lookin’ forward to us working as partners …
carrying out your ideas for remodeling … but when I got the word from
Doc I knew I just had to think of my health first. And there’s Lauralee
— I don’t want to up and die and leave her a widow.”

“Yes … sure,” Ray said, his mind going inevitably to Sally’s worried
questions, nothing in writing? You only have his word for it? He felt
curiously light and hollow, as if the support had been knocked out of
him. How could he tell her? How could he ever tell Sally?

“Have you, uh,” he cleared his throat, “have you set a price?”

Blodgett settled himself firmly in the wooden chair and tilted the
creaking piece of furniture back on two legs. “Well,” he crunched the
ice from his drink loudly between his teeth, “I’m thinking in the
neighborhood of fifty thousand, Ray.”

“F-fifty?”

“Think about the inventory. You know yourself what’s sitting here in
the inventory.”

Ray knew. He also knew that much of it, including the last big drug
order, was not paid for yet. Still — perhaps it was a fair price.
Although it seemed an astronomical sum, especially since Blodgett had
promised to make him a partner as soon as he had $5000. By putting $200
in the bank every month, he had already saved $2800, he was more than
halfway there … but now he wondered whether Blodgett would have held
to the bargain, after all? “B-but, John, over the next few years your
profits from the store will be much more than that. I can run
everything — you wouldn’t have to spend any time here at all unless
you wanted to.

“There’s something in what you say,” the big man admitted, “only the
thing is, Ray, that I’ll be spending my winters in Florida from now on
… buyin’ myself one of these condominium apartments right on the
beach, and me and Lauralee are fixin’ to go down there just as soon as
l get everything straightened out here. Now those apartments cost a
heap of money and I got to raise some cash … ever’body thinks I’m a
real rich son of a bitch … I don’t complain, but the fact is it’s all
tied up in real estate. Naturally we couldn’t sell the farm — it’s the
old Quigg place, belonged to Lauralee’s folks since God knows when —
and we’ll live there summers or whenever we take a notion to come back
to town. And like I already said, I don’t want to part with any
property in the business district. ‘Bout the only thing left is this
drugstore.”

“I see,” Ray nodded, trying to control his wildly spiralling doubts and
thoughts, “How much — how much time will I have, in case I could maybe
make some kind of deal to buy the place?”

“That would please me very much, if you see yourself in a position to
buy. Well, I hope to get down there to Florida around the first of
November … so that leaves about two months. I, uh, I already had one
offer, Ray, and they agreed to meet that price I mentioned. I won’t say
who the offer was from, but it’s a big chain of discount drugstores.”

As Blodgett sipped his drink and continued to unfold the story, Ray
Denham felt a rising anger that blotted out caution and made calm
speech impossible. “Look here, John,” he pointed out, “you know I
graduated at the top of my class. I had my choice of jobs and this was
the lowest-paid of all, but I took it, for just one reason. I wanted to
own my own business, and that’s what you promised me — and I thought
you’d be as good as your word!”

“Now hold on, son …” Blodgett tried to protest, but Ray plunged
wildly on, raising his voice so that he could be heard throughout the
store.

“Now you tell me that you’ve been dealing behind my back to sell the
business right out from under me! Why, I don’t think you ever had any
intention of keeping our agreement; you just wanted to hire a cheap
pharmacist!”

“That’s enough, Ray,” Blodgett’s voice was still mild, but his pale
blue eyes glittered with a cold light and his florid face had reddened
to a deeper shade. He stood up. “You better simmer down before you say
something you’re going to regret later on. I know you’re disappointed
and I’m not sayin’ you don’t have maybe some right to be. But I had no
way of knowing my health was going to fold up on me, so to speak. Why,
when I brought you down here I was lookin’ forward to us running the
store for years to come, and I’ll be very happy if you can raise the
money to buy me out. You’re well thought of here in Quiggville … you
and your little wife … and if I was you I wouldn’t want to spoil that
reputation by gettin’ all hotheaded. I’ll be talking to you later.”

He turned on his heel and strolled through the store in a leisurely
manner as if they had discussed nothing more important than the
weather. Ray stared after the retreating figure, his fists clenched
unconsciously, until Blodgett passed through the front door. Then he
reached for the bottle of whiskey, poured a double shot into his coke,
tilted his head back and drank.

He was thankful for the sound of the faltering piano notes that could
be faintly heard from upstairs … Sally had a pupil … he could
postpone giving her the news at least for a little while. Me didn’t
have to tell her at all today, of course, but he knew that he would. As
much as he loved Sally, he wondered if it would have been better to
wait a few years before marrying. A man had no business getting married
before he was making a good income and could provide the things girls
had come to expect. Why should Sally be penalized … not able to have
a modern house with nice furniture and the latest appliances … or
pretty new clothes? They’d never even had a real honeymoon, a thing
which Ray bitterly regretted most of all. Because maybe their sex life
would have gotten off to a better start if he had been able to take his
inexperienced young bride to some romantic, relaxing spot for the first
few nights. Instead of staying in some plush hotel or motel with a
pool, they’d moved directly into a grubby little campus apartment that
was as bad as the one they lived in now. Her folks had been very upset
… they’d wanted the couple to wait at least until graduation … they
hadn’t given Sally any presents or any financial help at all except
paying her college fees for the rest of the year. No, they hadn’t
wanted their daughter to throw herself away on some no-account
southerner!

It seemed ironic now that the quality about Sally which had first
attracted him to her was a sort of coolness about her … something
that said “don’t touch me.” He was sure that Sally was one of the very
few virgins on the campus, which had indeed proved to be the case.
Fiercely proud as he was, it was important to Ray that his wife should
be a woman whom no other man besides himself had ever possessed … or
ever would possess!

Once they were married, though, he had looked for a change in her
standoffish attitude. He knew she loved him and had been eager to marry
as soon as possible. He had mistakenly believed she was just as eager
for the physical side of marriage, but from the first night, sex had
been a fiasco … his bride seemed to turn into a lump of ice under
him. Maybe it took more time than he’d realized, especially for a girl
brought up in a very conventional manner as Sally had been.

Absently, he carried the empty cola cups out to the soda fountain. The
girl reached out to take them, tossing the paper liners into the trash
can and stacking the gleaming metal bases expertly on a shelf.
“Something else for you, Mr. Denham?” she inquired solicitously, her
made-up dark eyes bright with curiosity. No doubt she’d overheard the
row with John Blodgett.

“Uh, no … thanks,” he stared at her. God, he couldn’t even remember
the little tart’s name; she was new … long black hair fixed into an
elaborately artificial set and a long slender body that seemed far too
mature for her sixteen or so years. Ray ran his suddenly dry tongue
around his mouth … it must be the whiskey … sweet little ass,
Blodgett had said … Christ, it was a beautiful ass, perfectly
outlined by the electrically clinging nylon fabric … and all at once
he found himself wondering what it would be like to rip the skimpy
uniform off the girl … spread her legs out.

Drops of sweat beaded on Ray’s brow. Yes, how would it feel to ram his
cock into that soft little belly? Christ, he groaned inwardly, how
could he think of such things when he had a beautiful young wife
upstairs at this very moment? He hadn’t so much as looked at another
girl since he married Sally.

Yet as he stood there in confusion, he was uncomfortably aware that his
cock had in mere seconds responded to his lewd thoughts about the soda
fountain waitress and it was now lying heavily against his stomach,
fully erect. Turning hastily, he retreated to the prescription
department. God, what would happen to his “good name” in this town if
he started making passes at his clerks? As he sat there staring blankly
at the forgotten list for the wholesale house, Miss Minnie suddenly
entered the little cubicle, her face flushed with excitement.

“Mr. Denham!” she blurted, “he’s going to sell the store, isn’t he?”

“I -” obviously she knew something was up, so why evade her question?
“That’s what he’s talking about, yes.”

“I knew it! I knew the other day that something was wrong. Mr. Blodgett
brought some men from Memphis in, they was going all over everything
… asking questions.”

“When was that?” Ray inquired.

“Well, you weren’t here. Must have been the day you were in the city.
See, he made sure to bring ’em when you wouldn’t be around!”

“Look,” Ray said, “I’m sure it’s as much of a shock to you as it is to
me, Miss Minnie. More, because you’ve worked here a lot longer than I
have. But I don’t think you have anything to worry about. Whoever the –
– the new owner is, he’ll need employees, and there’s no one who knows
the store like you do.”

“Mmmm … and what about you, Mr. Denham?”

He shrugged unhappily. “I don’t know. We’ll just have to see. If I
can’t get at least part ownership, then I don’t want to work for
someone else. I can do that anywhere, for a hell of a lot more money!

When Ray came upstairs that night, a half hour after closing time,
Sally sensed immediately that something was wrong. It was in the
defeated slump of his shoulders and the bleak gloominess of his face.
But she said nothing, waiting for him to tell her about it. She had
fixed him a good dinner for the hot weather … cold sliced ham, snap
beans, macaroni salad and cornbread. Sally was proud that she was
learning to cook in the southern way.

But her husband only picked at the tempting food she loaded on his
plate, and halfway through the tense meal he suddenly laid his fork
down and announced to her, “Blodgett’s selling the drugstore — to a
discount chain.”

“W-what?” Sally stammered, her heart plummeting. “But he can’t do that,
Ray! Where did you hear it?”

When he told her she kept on shaking her head in disbelief, “I just
can’t understand how he could do such a thing.” She pushed her chair
back abruptly and came around to her husband’s side, taking him in her
arms and holding him protectively against her warm body as if she were
comforting a child, “Don’t you care, Ray!” she said fiercely. “Don’t
you worry about it for one minute. Oooh, I never trusted him — that
smooth-talking old hypocrite!”

She meant to soften the blow, to bolster his crushed feelings.
Unfortunately, her action and choice of words only brought home to Ray
more strongly his feeling of failure. The husband should be the one to
comfort the wife and shield her from life’s harsh realities — not the
other way around. And then to rub salt in his wounds she had to say
that she had seen through John Blodgett all the time whereas he had
been taken in by the glowing promises.

In fact, Sally’s thoughts were racing rapidly into the future … her
only sorrow was for Ray. Why, it wasn’t the worst thing that could have
happened, after all. They had money in the bank … now they could
leave Quiggville and make a whole new start somewhere else …
somewhere more lively and stimulating. But one glimpse at the
desperately unhappy face of her husband sent these hopeful thoughts
crashing into limbo. Ray had to make it here, he had to prove himself
in exactly the way that he had set out to do.

“Darling,” she said gently, “maybe we can buy the store. I mean how do
we know unless we try? It is a lot of money, but everyone here knows
you … Mr. Quigg at the bank is John Blodgett’s brother-in-law, you
know. I’m sure he’d consider loaning you the money … Mr. Blodgett
could talk to him … why, everyone in town likes you!”

“That isn’t exactly security for fifty thousand bucks,” he pointed out
grimly. “But … you’re right, I guess. It won’t do any harm to ask —
we’ve got to know where we stand.”

Ray did not fall asleep easily that night, but Sally lay awake long
after he finally dropped off. It seemed that the crisis had awakened
all her instincts … she was prepared to fight for her man, to do
anything to insure that he got what he wanted. She believed she had an
idea … although she’d never been able to bring herself to completely
trust Mr. Blodgett, she must admit that his manner toward her had
always been extremely courteous and friendly. In fact, he had treated
her with real old-fashioned southern politeness and had been very
solicitous about whether she was happily settled in Quiggville and
liked his community.

Somehow she felt that … well, that she might have more influence with
him than Ray would. Ray was apt to get hotheaded, as he admitted he had
this afternoon. If only he hadn’t really alienated John Blodgett,
perhaps she could persuade him to change his mind about selling out, or
at the very least enlist his aid in getting them a loan. He would not
be so bluntly business-like with a woman, she felt, and she did not
mind begging for Ray’s sake. Yes, she must manage to see John Blodgett
alone, and without Ray’s knowledge of the meeting. God, Ray would kill
her if he even guessed what she was thinking!

* * * * *

Arranging to see her husband’s boss was not so easy, however, Sally
Denham found. He did maintain an office over the bank, but it was a
sort of dummy office. There was no secretary and you could never tell
when Blodgett himself would be there. Sally took to watching the square
from her front windows for a glimpse of the tobacco-colored station
wagon that he drove.

Meanwhile she tried to persuade Ray that it would not do to present
their case too hastily at the bank, they must be organized with all the
figures on the store’s volume of business, show that Ray was a capable
administrator. Her poor darling had been going around like a zombie
ever since that day he found out about the sale of the store. She just
couldn’t understand why it meant so much to him … after all, he was a
young man, only twenty-six … how could anyone be a failure at twenty-
six? She supposed it had something to do with being poor as a child …
wanting something other than farming …no doubt the business people
with whom Ray’s family had to deal, and beg credit from, had seemed to
a child like the very pillars of the economy or something. Her own
father, a moderately successful salesman, had never worried about
working for others, but Ray had this craving, this obsession, to be his
own boss.

On Friday afternoon before the Labor Day weekend she at last saw the
brown station wagon parked opposite the bank and knew that here was her
opportunity. At first she thought of telephoning to ask for an
appointment, but she nervously dropped the phone back on the cradle
after dialing three numbers. She hurried into the bedroom, unzipping
her dress as she walked, and let it fall to the floor. She selected a
sheer pale yellow dress that seemed ladylike and fresh, though a trifle
short. Then she released her long ash-brown hair from its pony tail and
hastily brushed it down over her shoulders. She realized that this made
her look younger … perhaps, she thought, surveying herself in the
mirror, she had gotten a trifle heavier since marriage, although it
certainly had not harmed her looks. It only made the dress cling
faithfully to every curving high-point of her figure. On the hanger it
had seemed so demure and simple, but now when it was stretched over her
high thrusting breasts and caressing her soft fluid hipline, the dress
was almost blatantly sexy. It would do nicely, she thought, for the
purpose of charming John Blodgett onto their side. She hastily buckled
on white sandals, dabbed a touch of lipstick on her small, prettily
curved mouth and picked up her purse.

She hurried down the stairs and out of their private entrance which
fortunately did not open into the drugstore. God, it was hot … she
would be perspiring before she had crossed the square! One of the
things Sally disliked about Quiggville was that everyone knew your
business, since everyone’s business was transacted on the square —
bank, doctor’s office, finance company or whatever. Hopefully she would
not be observed entering the side door that led to the rooms over the
bank, although of course she had a perfect right to go there if she
wished. She reached the entrance without meeting anyone she knew and
let herself into the gloomy hallway. The sagging old oiled wood stairs
creaked beneath her light tread.

John Blodgett’s office door stood open. Evidently he had been looking
for something, as his desk was strewn with papers. As Sally reached his
doorway he looked up, face blank for only a second. Then he smiled in
welcome.

“Why, hi there, Miz Denham! You doin’ all right?”

“Fine, thank you,” she acknowledged, all her courage abruptly deserting
her.

“Well, just come right in. You, uh, lookin’ for me?”

“Yes, if you’re not busy, I would like to talk with you for a few
minutes.” As she moved toward the chair he indicated, Sally nearly
tripped over a big black and tan German shepherd that had been
completely concealed by the desk. “Oh!” she exclaimed nervously, and
the animal raised its head and regarded her alertly although not
otherwise moving from its reclining position.

“That’s just Duke,” Blodgett chuckled. “You ‘fraid of dogs, Miz
Denham?”

“N-no, I love dogs,” she laughed self-consciously. “He startled me,
that’s all.” She reached down to stroke the dog’s glossy head. She had
seen the magnificent animal before, usually looking out the rear window
of the station wagon. Sally crossed her shapely bare legs and folded
her hands demurely in her lap, looking directly into the ruddy,
handsome face of her husband’s boss.

“Mr. Blodgett, Ray — Ray and I are very disappointed about your
decision to sell the drugstore. That’s what I want to talk to you
about. Ray doesn’t know that I’m here … it was entirely my own idea
to come … s-so I hope you won’t say anything to him about it.”

“Well, now, is that a good idea, for a nice little wife to keep secrets
from her husband?” he drawled, but from his understanding smile Sally
knew he was only teasing her. In fact, his easy-going informality was
putting her more and more at ease, so she plunged on.

“No, of course it isn’t, but I guess wives have always interfered a
little bit … when they thought it was necessary. You see, I
understand my husband so much better than anyone else does. He’s very
proud — too proud to come right out and tell you how much he wants to
own that drugstore, or at least be a partner. I’m sure you know that’s
why we decided to come here in the first place,” she made this last
remark rather pointed and then looked up anxiously to see whether it
had offended him. Apparently not, for he was still smiling in a kindly
way. He seemed to be staring at her legs and she shifted her position a
bit in the chair and tugged her skirt down before continuing, “Ray is
going to ask the bank for a loan, to buy you out. I-I’m sure that
your… your help, your recommendation would be very, uh, persuasive to
the people at the bank. I believe you’re related to the bank
president?”

“Brother-in-law,” John Blodgett said, nodding, “Lee Quigg is my wife’s
twin.”

“Oh, really — twins? I didn’t know that.”

“‘Course that doesn’t mean I can tell him how to run his bank,” the big
man pointed out, “but like you say, my opinion does carry a little
weight.”

“I’m sure it carries a great deal of weight,” Sally said warmly,
“that’s why I came to you. And also, of course, because I feel that I
know you … a little, at least. I couldn’t have gone to Mr. Quigg, for
instance, with such a request. Will you help us, Mr. Blodgett?” Her
gray eyes rested pleadingly on his face and she sat forward slightly in
her chair, the movement deepening the dark shadowed cleft between her
large breasts. Blodgett’s gaze flicked downward and rested on those
twin mounds that were quivering noticeably from her nervousness. God
damn, he thought, but the girl had a pair of beauties! He could hardly
believe that Ray Denham’s snotty New England wife was actually sitting
here in his office at this moment asking him for a favor. He had always
dismissed her as unattainable, no matter how attractive. Now, a bold
plan was rapidly taking shape in his devious, cunning mind.

“Look, Miz Denham — may I call you Sally?” She nodded breathlessly. “I
want to help you, Sally. I sure-to-God do!” his husky southern voice
oozed sincerity, “and maybe there just might be something I can do. But
don’t go gettin’ your hopes up too high. We all of us business people
in this town would like to see Ray running the store. After all, he’s a
Tennessean … practically a local boy. But these aren’t the best of
times, I guess you know that, and there’s certain rules any bank has to
be guided by in making loans. If you start bending those rules too much
out of shape then the bank’s in trouble.”

“Perhaps,” she said timidly, “if you feel there’s no chance of our
getting the loan, you’ll reconsider selling and go back to the
partnership plan?”

He smiled sadly. “I’m afraid my doctor would have something to say
about that, and Lauralee wouldn’t be too happy either. Now if you and I
were going to be the partners, that might be different.”

Sally was at first annoyed that he would joke about a matter which was
so very serious to her. She looked at him rather severely and he stared
back at her with a direct, disturbing gaze. Good heavens, he couldn’t
be … he wasn’t suggesting … no, she could only treat it as a
pleasantry, an inept one. So she smiled at him innocently.

She had never really had the opportunity to study John Blodgett before
at close range. He certainly did not look to be in poor health, nor old
enough to retire. Although streaked with gray, his hair was as thick as
Ray’s and worn modish sideburns. He was a large man and undeniably a
handsome one and his oddly compelling gaze was raking her from head to
toe! Sally felt the first prickle of discomfort, and feared that he had
misunderstood her intentions in coming here. She had hoped of course to
take advantage of her feminine position, but not … not by demeaning
herself!

“Is there anything you can do for us? Have you any advice?” she asked,
growing more uneasy every second that his now frankly lecherous eyes
devoured her body. He smiled in answer, slowly and confidently.

“There might be, Sally,” he paused to let his words sink in. “There
just might be. Tell me — what ever made a northern gal like you marry
a no-account like Ray Denham?”

“What do you mean, no-account?” she blazed, getting angrily to her
feet, I love Ray!” The dog, Duke, stirred and lifted his head again.
“Why, there’s not another man in this stupid little town who’s got one-
tenth of Ray’s brains and ambition!”

“Oh, I know all that,” he answered mildly, “but he hasn’t got any
money, any family, any backing. You should have married a man with some
position in the world.”

“Don’t underestimate us, Mr. Blodgett,” she said icily, “Ray will have
position some day, and I’ll fight to help him get it.”

“Uh-huh. And just how far are you willing to go, honey, to help your
husband?”

“Wh-what do you mean?” her pretty face wrinkled into a frown as she
tried to fathom the depths of his mind.

“Simple. I’ve got something you need — influence. And you’ve got
something I could use. Yes sir, something I could make very good use
of,” his even white teeth flashed at her. “You’re a regular little
spitfire, but I admire a woman with guts — specially when she comes
all tied up in a pretty package like you do.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand you,” Sally said coldly, beginning to
move around the desk with her eye on the door. But her heart was
plummeting. God, had she ruined everything?

“Let me make it crystal clear, then,” Blodgett stood up, too. He turned
around and closed the door, than faced the trembling young wife. “I
like you. And after we got to know each other better, I think you’d
like me. As for that husband of yours, I didn’t like the way he shot
his mouth off the other day and if I do anything to help him get the
store it will only be because of his pretty little wife and how nice
she is to me.”

Sally had reached the door but found her path blocked by Blodgett’s
sturdy figure. Her heart was pounding wildly and her beautiful face was
flushed with embarrassment and anger. “Let me pass,” she snapped, “I
can see I’ve only wasted my time in coming here!”

He reached out and seized her, drawing the full length of her body
tightly against his and holding her there, immovable. Gasping with
shock, she beat ineffectually at his chest with her little fists,
meanwhile feeling his belt buckle digging into her flesh just under her
breasts and further down, something hard that poked into her stomach
and could only be … oh, God! She was enveloped in the pleasant spicy
smell of his shaving lotion as he forced her face upward to meet his.
His open mouth enclosed her small lips and his powerful tongue inserted
itself between her clenched teeth … pushing … pushing into her
throat. With a muffled, strangling cry and with all her strength Sally
succeeded in twisting away, ducking her head out of the reach of his
lewdly thrusting tongue. At the same time she freed her right hand and
slapped him just as hard as she could, so that her palm smarted from
the impact.

“Ow!” he exclaimed. “Why, you little hellcat!” Instead of being angry,
however, he was smiling … laughing down at her as though it was a
huge joke. “You’ll pay me for that, in spades,” he promised, rubbing
his reddened cheek. Behind Sally the dog, Duke, suddenly let out a
sharp bark and she started with fright and surprise.

“Down, boy — stay,” John Blodgett commanded calmly, grinning wryly at
the terrorized girl. “You’re damn lucky Duke didn’t take a nip at your
ass … he didn’t know if we were playing or it was for real. I surely
would hate to see anything happen to that cute little tail of yours!”
He was still holding her loosely and they were both breathing heavily.
“I want to see you … very soon … your place?”

“You’re crazy!” she sputtered. “I never want to see you again … after
this outrageous … this …” she couldn’t find words to express her
contempt for his behavior, “you just wait ’til I tell my husband about
this!”

“If you want me to help you, those are the terms. Just call me when
you’re ready, Sally. Your place, or we can go to a motel …
personally, I think your apartment is safer, but that’s up to you.”

“You … are … insane,” she hissed, “I have no intention of meeting
you anywhere. What you are suggesting is unthinkable — you’re married
— I’m married. And even if I weren’t, the very idea would disgust me!”

“Oh, but you wouldn’t find the experience disgusting, honey. I can
promise you that you’ll love it.” His big hands began to move and
before she had realized it Sally felt her right breast cupped by his
widespread fingers, and reacted as though she had received an electric
shock. She struck his arms down and reached for the doorknob, her eyes
blinded by hot tears of rage. He caught her around the waist as she
jerked the door open and passed his offending hand gently over the
rounded swell of her buttocks, whispering hoarsely, “And remember this,
Sally, if I don’t hear from you, then you can be sure Ray won’t get the
loan!”

She fled at a dangerous speed down the old staircase, stopping in the
hallway below only long enough to compose herself sufficiently to step
out onto the sidewalk. The sunlight was blinding, the air oppressively
still and hot as she made her way back across the square, defeated.
John Blodgett! She still could not believe it … John Blodgett, one of
the most important men in town … he and his wife right at the head of
the Quiggville social circuit … respected, admired. Ha! And he had
dared to kiss her, in the most repulsive way, a suggestive tongue kiss
… touched her breast … asked her to meet him! It was the greatest
shock of her young life. The old lecher, yes, twice her age … oh, he
hadn’t come right out and said it in so many words, what he wanted …
hadn’t put a name to it. God help her, what had she done? And all she’d
wanted was to help her adored Ray!

Sally reached the security of her own door, unlocked it with fumbling
fingers and ran upstairs. She threw herself on the bed, still shaking
and quivering although no tears came. She wanted to cry but could not.
She was frightened.

From his dusty window John Blodgett had observed her progress every
step of the way. God damn, he chuckled, look at that little ass sway
… she sure is fit to be tied! Look at those legs … gal’s got legs
like a racehorse … Jesus, I bet she can pump those legs in the sack,
too. Little hellcat! He saw with satisfaction that Sally did not enter
the drugstore, but went directly to the house entrance. No, she
wouldn’t be in a hurry to tell Ray about it … it was a hundred-to-one
shot that she would tell her husband at all. Because the first thing
he’d say would be what were you doing in his office? And Sally was
smart enough to figure that out. Let it lay for a few days, just as it
was. If the snotty little bitch was so crazy about her farmer of a
husband, she’d be around. Yes sir, all he had to do was let it lay.

Still smiling, Blodgett reached down and patted Duke’s furry head.
Liked her, didn’t you, boy? We might just get ourselves a piece of
that, Duke, how about it? Been a while since we had any strange cunt,
hasn’t it? He seated himself at the big old-fashioned desk again and
resumed going through his papers. There was a lot of work to be
straightened out before he left for Florida.

Every few minutes he would stop, however, and smile thoughtfully to
himself at the way things were working out, falling into place. He had
been trying for several seasons now to get Lauralee to move to Florida
for the whole winter. She had proved stubborn on this point and so he
had hit on the idea of saying the Doc wanted him to slow down.
Actually, Doc’s warning had been nowhere near as dire as he went around
telling everyone. His blood pressure was up a little … he should eat
less, drink less whiskey, quit smoking. As far as retiring, John
Blodgett hadn’t worked an honest day for years anyway, and why should
he? If a man had some brains and used them, others would do the work
and he could sit back and count the money. Take Ray Denham, now, he
would work hard, save all his money, and someday he might own a crummy
drugstore! Well, if that was his version of the American Dream, let him
go after it.

He had been just as poor as Ray at the same age, and look at where he
was now. Of course, the Blodgetts hadn’t been hillbilly farmers, they
were real old southern quality and that still counted for something in
Quiggville. If he hadn’t come from a good family, Lauralee’s
grandmother probably would have had their marriage annulled. She’d been
only sixteen while he was twenty-four.

That was the year after the war was over, and he’d just got out of the
army and had come home to Quiggville to draw his veteran’s unemployment
benefits while he looked around for something to do. The Quigg twins,
Lee and Lauralee, had been children when he went away … now they were
seniors in high school and most of the town gossip revolved around the
twins. Parents dead and being raised by their grandmother, a fool if
there ever was one. Set out to make Lauralee a southern belle who would
have done credit to the Civil War days — innocent, ladylike, sheltered
— and naturally the girl had rebelled and turned out just the
opposite. Wild! Smoking at thirteen, using words nobody could figure
out where she’d learned, and from the age of about fourteen on, putting
out to anything in pants. Lee, the boy, wasn’t half as bad as his
sister but they were both hellions. They were both spoiled rotten and
when they turned sixteen that spring, Grandma had to rack her brains to
come up with presents they didn’t already have. She bought Lee a
convertible and promised Lauralee a trip to Europe. But the girl didn’t
want to go to Europe, especially since she had to wait until graduation
and then go along with Grandma. When her twin got a car, Lauralee was
furious. Somewhere she picked up the basics of driving and was soon
sneaking out in Lee’s new car whenever she got the chance.

That Saturday night, John Blodgett had just come out of the theater and
was standing at the curb. Quiggville’s only traffic light turned red
and he had started across the street when there was a squeal of brakes
and a yellow fender dipped to a stop only inches from him. He started
to swear, looked up, and the words died …

“Hi, John,” Lauralee said. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” she giggled.
“It’d be awful to go through the war and then get killed right here on
the square, wouldn’t it?” She was staring at him with undisguised
admiration … he was wearing his tropical-weight uniform and the
pocket was crowded with his battle ribbons. The two of them were
suddenly a pair of animals, sniffing at the warm flower-perfumed night
air in search of excitement. “Can I give you a ride someplace?” her
little red lips parted expectantly.

He got into the car beside her, conscious even then that this might be
a momentous evening although he did not know that it was going to
change the whole course of his life.

Everything he had heard about Lauralee turned out to be true, and then
some. He couldn’t believe she was only sixteen, no teenager could
possibly acquire the knowledge that was packed into her lithe, hundred-
pound body! They had gone directly to a roadhouse a few miles out of
town, where Lauralee insisted on having beer. Evidently she’d also had
something to drink before picking him up … she was not drunk, but
pretty high. They sat side by side in a booth and suddenly he felt her
warm hand on his thigh, moving purposefully upward until it stopped in
the “vee” of his legs, cupping his balls. Jesus H. Christ! He nearly
choked on his beer as he felt her fingers working down there at his
loins … did she know what she was doing to him? A glance at her face
with its wicked little cat-like smile told him that she did. She leaned
over and put her lips against his left ear. “Ooooh, Johnny, have you
got a big cock?”

He couldn’t have answered her, his heart was beating clear up in his
throat like a hammer. So he put his hand down over hers and drew her
fingers upward. By God, his cock felt like it was bigger than it ever
had been or was ever going to be again … it was throbbing like crazy
and ramming against his pants like it was trying to get free … and
into her hot little pussy.

“Oh, Lord,” she squealed as her hand closed over him, “it is big,
Johnny! Now, what are we going to do about that?”

“It’s your fault,” he told her, “I guess you better figure it out.”

“You mean you don’t kn-o-o-w?” she drawled in a teasing voice,
squeezing his penis and massaging it up and down until he thought he’d
go off right there and then.

“You little cock-tease!” he growled, shoving his hand between her legs.
Her thighs were smooth and warm and they clamped together over his
invading hand, then very gradually opened to allow him to push farther
up the forbidden split until his fingers encountered her panties.
Blodgett remembered feeling that maybe somebody ought to pinch him and
wake him up … this had to be a dream, sitting here with the Lauralee
Quigg … feeling each other up in full view of anyone who wanted to
look and be God-damned if he could tell which of the two of them was
the hottest. Lauralee’s eyes had a glazed look and she was breathing
fast and jerky … “Shall we get out of here?” he whispered.

“Yes!” she wiggled away from his obscenely probing fingers just as they
slid under the tight elastic legband of her pants. She stood up and he
had hastily thrown some money on the table and followed her. Lauralee
had insisted on driving, but instead of taking to the highway she
simply drove behind the roadhouse, right into a field. He thought the
car would hang up in the soft earth, but she spun it under a big tree
and right there is where they did it. He had wanted to put the top up
in the convertible but Lauralee was too eager to wait … he smiled
faintly, recalling that zippers were new in those days and the pants of
his uniform had a button fly. Lauralee had the buttons undone in
seconds, and she took his aching cock out.

“Oh, Johnny!” her voice was awed, “it is big. Lord, I never saw one
like that … you’ll kill me with it!” and she had bent over him, her
long golden hair falling over his genitals, brushing against his
heavily loaded balls while she kissed the tip of his penis and then ran
her little pink tongue all around it like she was licking an ice cream
cone. Groaning with his desire to get into this incredible little
witch, he tore at her dress … pulling it down to expose her youthful
breasts with their high, pointed contours and virginal tiny nipples.
Then he pushed her skirt up until her clothing was all bunched around
her waist and the lower half of her sensuous body was exposed too, the
brief panties starkly white against her slim tanned legs. Lauralee
released his swollen rod from her warm wet mouth and scuttled backward
on the car seat to a reclining position, her legs raised. Panting,
almost sobbing, she helped him pull the panties off.

“Christ, Lauralee, you’re beautiful!” he exclaimed huskily as he stared
down hungrily at her nakedly exposed pussy. The pink cuntal slit
nestled, almost concealed, beneath her short curling golden pubic hair.
“Oh, hurry, hurry,” she was begging him, “I’m so hot I can’t stand it!”
and she took his lust-swollen cock in her hands and guided it toward
her tiny cunt-hole. She had whimpered when he burst through the tight
muscular ring, but had quickly become use to the bulk of him inside her
and he had been too aroused by her wanton eagerness to exercise any
caution or restraint. He had fucked Lauralee Quigg mercilessly, as if
she had been a common whore and, God, she had loved it. Sixteen years
old! He could have gone to jail for the things he did to her that night
in the car … well, if it came to that he reckoned he could have gone
to jail for a lot of things he’d done in his life. John Blodgett
grinned humorously.

It had been very late when they had finally satiated each other and got
their clothes straightened. Again, she had wanted to drive and he
figured she was sober enough, although still a rotten driver. They were
coming into the outskirts of town, down in the colored section, when it
happened.

The streets were quite deserted, so that the last thing they expected
was a white figure looming up suddenly in the headlights. Lauralee had
jerked the wheel, but the right fender had hit the white object. The
impact was so slight … yet it hurled the figure several yards ahead
and it crumpled against the curb. Lauralee kept on going, gripping the
steering wheel tightly.

“What was it?” she cried.

He had tried to get her to stop, to go back. “I think it was a woman
… a colored woman.” She just kept on driving.

“S-she stepped out in the road! You saw her, Johnny! I-I haven’t got a
driver’s license.”

Luckily for both of them, he had kept his head. He told her again to
stop and then he got behind the wheel. They did not go back to see
about the woman, instead he went to his home and put the car in his
vacant garage, his mother hadn’t had an auto since the war. There was
only a small dent in the fender, but to be sure he got several buckets
of water and washed that side of the car very carefully. Then he drove
Lauralee home. When they turned in between the brick gateposts at the
entrance to the Quigg farm, John Blodgett deliberately scraped the
right fender, crumpling it slightly and leaving yellow paint on the
bricks. He explained to Lauralee that this was necessary to explain the
damage, and that he would pay to have the car repaired.

It turned out that the victim was an aged colored woman with no
relatives, and so not too much fuss was ever made about finding the
hit-and-run driver. The state police did check on cars that required
body work after the date of the accident, but readily accepted the
explanation of the damage to Lee Quigg’s convertible. And the following
week, on the night of Lauralee’s graduation from high school, she and
John Blodgett eloped to Mississippi and were married.

The marriage had worked out well. Perhaps Lauralee’s grandmother had
seen that Blodgett was a strong enough man to handle her wayward
granddaughter as well as guide Lee Quigg in running the various family
enterprises. He had insisted that as his wife, Lauralee should conduct
her sexual affairs with more discretion although he was aware that a
woman with her insatiable appetites could not remain faithful to any
one man. Well, he had his own appetites, by God, and he hadn’t done too
badly over the years either! If theirs had been the conventional
marriage it would never have lasted, but he was smart enough to see
that Lauralee was like a horse with the bit in its teeth — let her
have her head and run, and she would come right back to the stable when
the fun was over. No, he would never divorce her – for one thing, the
Quigg family holdings were the base that lay under the considerable
fortune Blodgett had built up — the real estate, the bank and the saw
mill all contributed handsomely. The drugstore was only something he
had bought up cheap, on a whim, mainly to get the building. He had no
real interest in it and would be glad to see it go, once it had
provided the cash for the sea-front apartment in Florida.

Whistling cheerfully, he selected the papers he wanted and placed them
in his briefcase. Then he locked the others away in the desk and
snapped his fingers at Duke. The well-trained animal rose immediately
and padded silently out of the office with his master.

Blodgett entered the bank, nodding and speaking to various patrons as
he made his way to the rear and walked directly into his brother-in-
law’s office without announcing himself. The room was far more
sumptuously furnished than Blodgett’s dusty office upstairs, so that
anyone who did not know better might suppose that Lee Quigg was the
more important of the two men. However, in his dealings, it suited the
crafty Blodgett to retain his poor-boy-makes-good image — the local
people trusted him because it seemed like he was really one of them. He
seated himself on the massive brocaded couch and drew up a silver
ashtray. “Hi, Lee. You doin’ all right?”

“Can’t complain,” his brother-in-law said mildly, swiveling his leather
armchair around to face Blodgett, who wasted no time in getting to the
point.

“Ray Denham is gonna be over here one of these days to see you about a
loan — he wants to buy the store, only he hasn’t got any money.”

“Well, are you selling to him?”

“Hell, no, you know that other deal is all wrapped up. But here’s what
I want you to do — stall him. Tell him all the usual … the Board has
to approve all the loans … just stall him for a while, be nice to
him.”

Quigg went to the concealed mahogany bar and made them each a drink.
Handing one glass to John Blodgett, he said, “Can I ask why? Why don’t
you tell him right off that it’s no deal? Ray isn’t a bad guy, John.”

“That wife of his isn’t bad, either,” Blodgett remarked with a low
chuckle. “How would you like to get in there, Lee? You want to throw a
good fuck into that stuck-up bitch, Sally Denham?”

Lee Quigg’s thin, nervous face quickened with anticipation. “What you
talkin’ about, John? She wouldn’t give either one of us the time of
day.”

“Like to put a little money on that?” the older man was an inveterate
bettor, but as his wife’s twin knew, Blodgett didn’t bet unless the
odds were heavily loaded in his favor … but Sally Denham? The piano
teacher? This time he was overreaching. Blodgett saw the doubt and
indecision of Lee’s expression. “Five’ll get you ten,” he prompted,
“that I can lay her … and after I get her reamed out good, she’s all
yours!” He leaned back and sipped his bourbon, smiling.

Chapter 2

The next time Sally Denham looked from her front window, the brown
station wagon was gone from its parking spot and she breathed a little
sigh of relief for that. She hoped she wouldn’t ever have to face her
husband’s boss again, that they could leave Quiggville without this
being necessary. They would be leaving, she felt sure now … because
of course what John Blodgett had suggested was impossible. Even if she
could somehow force herself to go through with it, Ray would never want
to obtain the store under such conditions … would he? The sad thing
was that while she already knew now that their case was hopeless beyond
any doubt, Ray still dared to think he might get the loan, after all!
;

In fact he spent most of the Labor Day weekend working on his
presentation for Mr. Quigg. He was going to the bank on Tuesday morning
and Sally became increasingly nervous as he talked to her about it.
Yes, she nodded, it was a good time … the first day of school …
fall at last in the air, a new season … a perfect psychological
moment.

“For God’s sake, pay attention!” Ray snapped at her suddenly, and she
jumped. Hadn’t she been paying attention? “You don’t want to stay here
at all, do you?” he continued accusingly. “You don’t like Tennessee —
you want to move to a city — why don’t you come right out and say so?”

“Oh, no,” she said, seating herself in her husband’s lap, “I do want to
stay here, darling. All our plans … and there’s our lot in Hickory
Acres … I want exactly what you do. I-it’s just that I’m afraid
you’ll be so disappointed if –” she broke off, tears in her lovely
gray eyes.

“I’m sorry, honey,” he groaned, “I’m trying to take out my own doubts
and frustrations on you. Sometimes I even wonder if we should have got
married at all … your parents were right you know, you could have
done a lot better.”

“Ray Denham, you stop that silly talk! I could never in this world have
done any better. I love you.”

They clung to each other wordlessly, but even as their lips were
meeting the inevitable question was drumming through Sally’s brain,
what should I do? Suppose that she did let John Blodgett come here …
that she permitted him to make love to her … it was only a half-hour
or so out of a lifetime, and then he would be committed to keep his
promise because once they had done it they were equally guilty and she
could tell his wife. Innocently, Sally believed that Lauralee must be
the reason for driving John Blodgett to proposition another woman. His
wife was beautiful and aristocratic, but perhaps there was something
lacking sexually. Only why did he want her, then, when she couldn’t
even satisfy Ray, her own husband! No, she couldn’t go through with it,
not even for Ray’s sake. Just the idea of it turned her stomach …
another man, inside her … no, no, no.

Ray went to the bank and was well received by Lee Quigg, who
immediately passed the news on to Blodgett after the visit. Ray was
told the loan would be taken under consideration, although Quigg looked
rather grave when Ray admitted his only assets were $2800 in his
savings account.

“What about your folks?” Lee questioned, “haven’t any of ’em got some
property or something they could put up for you?”

“The only property my folks have already has a mortgage on it,” Ray
admitted. “Everybody’s not rich like your family, you know.”

“Well, I want you to know that I’m going to do the best I can for you,
Ray,” Quigg said, shaking hands. “I’ll be in touch with you.” He
ushered Ray to the door of his luxurious office as if he were the
bank’s most valued depositor and the gesture made the young pharmacist
feel somewhat better about his prospects … not knowing, of course,
that his wife’s assets — namely, her appealing young body — were
going to be the deciding factor.

And so they waited to hear from the bank, with both Ray and Sally
growing more edgy every day. John Blodgett was disappointed that he had
not heard from the young Mrs. Denham, maybe she was going to be tougher
than he had figured. God damn, he did hate to lose a bet!

Lee Quigg was pestering him about it every day. “I have to tell him
something soon, John. What do you want me to do?” It looked like a
little push was needed to get things moving in the right direction
again and so he instructed his brother-in-law to stall just a few more
days and in the meantime to invite the Denhams to the party that was
being given at the Country Club on Saturday night. Although they were
not leaving for Florida for at least another month, the party was in
the nature of a going away affair for John and Lauralee. Accordingly,
Lee telephoned Ray at the drug store and gave him the invitation and
Ray took it to be a good sign that he and his wife were being included.

To his amazement, Sally did not share this enthusiasm. She did not even
want to go, and they quarreled again before she abruptly gave in and
agreed. Ray felt he would never understand his northern wife,
particularly when she began to take great pains in getting ready for
the party, getting her hair done and shortening an old long formal that
she’d had in college into a cocktail dress. It was simply made of light
green lace, sleeveless and with plunging necklines in both front and
back, a great deal more sophisticated than the styles she usually wore.

Quiggville was too small to support a country club, but many of the
local people were active in the one at the county seat and for this
evening, at least, Quiggville natives seemed to dominate the crowd so
that the Denhams saw more familiar faces than they had expected.
Several tables had been pushed together in one comer of the large main
room and they were welcomed into a group that was already quite lively
when they arrived at nine-thirty.

Sally’s eyes were drawn irresistably to the table where the Blodgetts
sat. Oh, God, he’d seen her and was staring back! John Blodgett’s light
blue eyes ran all over her figure appraisingly. Then he nodded and
raised his glass to her in a mock toast. Sally sat down, her cheeks
blazing, and tried not to look again. Lee Quigg had seen her entrance,
too, and he leaned over to whisper in his brother-in-law’s ear, “Still
think you can fuck her?” Blodgett smiled and made a little circle of
his thumb and forefinger. Shortly afterward he got up and made his way
to where the Denhams were sitting, greeted Ray effusively and asked
Sally to dance. She got up stiffly and joined him.

“You’re lookin’ mighty pretty tonight, Sally,” he commented,
immediately pulling her close in an intimate dancing position. “All the
local girls are jealous.”

“I am a local girl,” she pointed out coldly.

“Well, ‘course you are, and I hope you stay one … but I forget that
sometimes. You haven’t been really initiated as a local girl yet,” he
chuckled. “How come I haven’t heard from you? I though we were going to
get together.”

“Mr. Blodgett, please,” Sally fought to retain her composure. “My
husband is here, your wife is here — how can you go on that way?”

“Why, honey, they don’t know we aren’t talking about the weather and
the football game same as everybody else! Don’t push away from me like
that … I like to feel those tits of yours right up against me. First
time I ever saw you, I noticed what a pair of beauties you had.”

Sally stumbled and missed a step, but he held her so tightly that no
one even noticed. She felt as though her whole body was dissolving in
shame … good God, she had to go on dancing with him and listening to
the flood of obscenity … she couldn’t make a scene here!

“Wait till I get you alone,” the husky voice went on, “and get your
clothes off. I want to suck those tits … I bet they taste just like
honey!” To her absolute horror, Sally found that the very shocking
lewdness of his words was arousing her breasts, she could actually feel
them swelling and the nipples stiffening, right through the filmy lace
of her dress. In her entire life no one had ever spoken to her as he
was doing, certainly not her husband, Ray! “And you got something else
that’s just like honey …”

The music went on and on and the numb girl allowed herself to be guided
along in the loathsome arms of John Blodgett, braced for whatever
filthy thing was coming next. Her whole body tingled from the stunning
surprise of hearing words she had seen only on lavatory walls and which
could not help but arouse erotic thoughts in the most chaste girl by
their very lewd suggestiveness.

“When do I get into the honey pot, Sally? Come on, I’ve got something
here I want to stick in your cunt … can you feel it?” he slid his
hand down her back until it rested below her waist, and forcefully
propelled her hips toward the lower part of his body. The rigid bulk of
his penis seared into her stomach like a branding iron …

“No!” she exclaimed, so loudly that nearby couples heard the
exclamation and turned their heads curiously. Blodgett relaxed his grip
and let his hand return to the proper position … he didn’t want to go
too far, she was a jumpy little bitch … just far enough so that she
got the message loud and clear. He had by now worked her to the far end
of the room from where their mates were sitting.

“There’s not much time left,” he warned her, “if you still want your
husband to get the store. I would say, in fact, there’s only a few days
left. Shall we make an appointment?”

“No,” she said dully, unable to think clearly for the emotions that
were swirling through every raw nerve end of her body, “I-I can’t. What
you’re asking is impossible. I have never — never been with another
man besides my husband. Why won’t you let me alone? Find someone else,
please!”

“Then I’ll give you only a few more hours,” he said angrily. “You let
me know your decision tonight, before you leave here.”

“I told you no.”

“I’ll ask you just one more time,” he promised grimly.

By the time he had returned her to her chair beside Ray, Sally was limp
and drained of feeling. She had known they shouldn’t come, when she
heard it was a party for the Blodgetts, and now it was turning out to
be a further nightmare. But Ray had not noticed a thing, he was
actually enjoying himself, having a few drinks under his belt by now.

Groping for reassurance, Sally reached over and put her hand timidly on
Ray’s knee. He turned to her, beaming at this unusual display of
affection.

“Here, honey, here’s your drink. Maybe it’s too weak now … the ice
melted while you were dancing.”

“No, it’ll be fine,” she seized the glass gratefully and swallowed the
pungent bourbon and cola mix. Ordinarily she did not care for hard
liquor, but Sally sensed she was going to need something to get her
through this evening. After the second drink she began to warm and
relax slightly. John Blodgett stayed with his friends, and the younger
crowd around her and Ray’s table was quite enjoyable to be with. She
loved to see Ray having a good time … it was the first evening in
ages that he’d gotten out like this … probably the last time they
would be with these local people, too. She supposed that when the new
owners took over the drugstore, or before, her husband would start
looking for another job. God, what if it should be another place like
Quiggville, maybe worse? The thing was, she was at last beginning to
feel some slight sense of belonging here and getting acquainted. If
they owned the store … if they could build the house in Hickory Acres
… it wouldn’t be at all bad! They could join this country club and
Ray would be able to play golf … she would take part in garden clubs
or something.

Someone else asked Sally to dance and when she returned to the table
her third drink was waiting. She finished it, and later there was more
… never had she had so much to drink in one night; she was probably
in for a hangover in the morning, but at last she was really enjoying
herself, having a good time! Much, much later they began drinking
sentimental toasts to the Blodgetts and Lauralee Blodgett stood up and
made a drunken, tearful speech about leaving Quiggville for the first
time in her life, even though she would always keep her home here, “mah
fam’ly place,” as she put it. She had to lean on her brother and her
husband to keep from falling as she swayed gracefully back and forth
and rambled on, liquor spilling from her glass to splash over her
expensive dress.

“She’s plastered!” Sally whispered to Ray, shocked. He grinned at her.

“Darling, she’s usually plastered, from what I hear.”

What a shame, Sally thought, such a beautiful woman and so well kept
up. She has to be past forty, but her figure is still great … is it
being married to that horrible man that makes her drink? When she
finally ran out of words, Lauralee sat down abruptly — not in her own
chair, but on her husband’s lap. She flung her arms around him and
kissed him in a passionate way that drew whistles from the onlookers
and made Sally feel uncomfortable. Later Lauralee was circulating among
the tables, kissing all the men and the women too and promising to
write to everyone from Florida. When it was Ray’s turn she rumpled his
black hair and kissed him full on the lips in a provocative way that
Sally excused only because of Lauralee’s obvious condition. But when
Ray asked her to dance … it was the last number … she found her own
condition was not much better and was grateful to lean against her
husband’s tall form and let him pilot her over the dance floor.
Suddenly she heard a well-remembered husky voice and found that Ray was
disentangling her arms from his neck. John Blodgett had cut in on them!

All the liquor she had consumed was racing through her blood, and Sally
could not for the life of her remember … ah, yes, he wanted to ask
her something. She let herself be pressed against his bulky frame, her
stomach rubbing his, breasts mashed against his hard rib cage. His
fingers played at the slit in the back of her dress where it was open
nearly to the waist. He did not seem so repulsive now, he was quiet and
not saying those awful things which had upset her before. His big hands
were almost gentle … she must keep her wits, this was very important
… very important to Ray. Darling Ray was so happy tonight, she must
help him get the store so that they could go on living here and he
would always be happy just as he was now!

“Sally,” Blodgett’s voice was calm, insistent, “I’ll be at your place
Monday. I’m damned if I could wait another day. I’ll see that Ray has
to go to Knoxville … don’t worry about a thing, baby … nobody will
know. Monday afternoon.”

“I can’t,” she shook her head, her words slurring slightly, “I can’t do
it to Ray!”

“You’re doing it for him, remember? I told you, I’ll ask you one more
time. This is it — shall I come on Monday?”

“Oh, God,” the poor girl’s head was spinning. What to say? What to do?
She must help Ray. “Yes,” she breathed, “c-come on Monday.” Her head
slumped forward wearily on his shoulder, eyes nearly closed. Her long
brown hair, escaping from the careful hair styling of this afternoon,
tumbled down her back. Over the brown curls, Blodgett saw his brother-
in-law dancing toward him. The eyes of the two men met for an instant
and Blodgett winked broadly.

* * * * *

Sally did not remember the ride home at all, or being undressed and put
to bed by her husband. The next thing, she remembered, in fact, was
waking on Sunday afternoon with a truly ghastly hangover. Ray seemed to
think it was funny, but he took tender care of his wife, bringing her
coffee, and ice to put on her throbbing head. That evening, when she
had recovered sufficiently to sit in the living room, he teased her
about getting high.

“You were the life of the party, honey, dancing with everybody. Good
thing I’m not the jealous type.”

“Huh! I seem to remember Lauralee Blodgett slobbering all over you.”

“Well, her old man made up for it … cut in on the very last dance.
Oh, you were a big hit, Mrs. Denham.”

Then she remembered it all and the walls seemed to fall in on her! He
was coming here … Monday … tomorrow. She had made a cheap, back
street rendezvous with her husband’s boss, in her husband’s own home.
He couldn’t hold her to it, she’d been drunk, and Sally had no
intention of going through with her part of the lewd arrangement. “I’ve
got something you need … and you’ve got something I can use.”

As one often does, she simply refused to think about the unthinkable
and blocked the whole thing off in a dark corner of her mind as though
it might just go away by wishing. Her vital young body snapped back
quickly from the effects of her overindulgence at the party, and on
Monday morning she rose early and did the washing and ironing. Then she
fixed Ray’s lunch. He came upstairs promptly at twelve and ate
hurriedly.

“Honey, I’ve got to go to Knoxville this afternoon,” he said, munching
the tossed salad she had prepared.

“Knoxville? How come?” A cold chill gripped her.

“Blodgett called … wants me to go to the wholesale house, and then he
asked me to run a couple of personal errands for him — stuff for the
farm. I’m leaving right away and I should get back by five, that way I
can make up any prescriptions that come in.”

“I could go with you,” she said. “Maybe see a movie or just look around
the stores?”

He frowned. “Don’t you have a piano lesson?”

“Oh, yes … of course, well,” she smiled bravely, “another time.”

“Got to run,” he pushed his chair back, gave his wife a quick hug and
kissed her. Sally watched the car drive away and then, moving like a
robot she went to the telephone.

“Mrs. Hearldson? This is Sally Denham. I wonder if Cynthia would mind
switching her piano lesson to tomorrow afternoon? Is that convenient?
Then I’ll look for her after school tomorrow. Yes, goodbye.” She went
into the living room and sat down to wait. Crazily, it occurred to her
that maybe she ought to dress for the occasion. What did one wear, a
negligee … black stockings with lace garters? Oh, God!

Sally never drank in the daytime, but if ever in her life she needed a
drink it was now and she went to the kitchen and fixed herself a stiff
one. At one-thirty, when she was on her second drink, the doorbell rang
… one short, sharp ring. She went down immediately and opened the
door.

The big German Shepherd bounded in ahead of his master and brushed
against Sally’s unsteady legs, tail wagging.

“Hello, Sally,” John Blodgett said, “you doin’ all right? You don’t
mind if Duke comes in … it’s mighty hot for him to sit in the car?”

“No, l-let him come in.” She was rather relieved to have the dog there,
it seemed that she was not completely alone with Blodgett that way.
Duke bounded up the stairs with Sally following and Blodgett behind
her, his eyes fixed on the undulating spheres of her buttocks as they
moved in rhythmic rotation under her dress. Jesus, he was going to
enjoy this one. It had been a lot of trouble to set up, but he was
almost home … in a matter of minutes he would be all the way home,
fucking the hell out of that sweet little cunt. His cock was jumping
already.

She led the unwanted guest into the living room where the drapes had
been closed against the mid-day sun and the radio played softly,
masking the sounds of traffic below on the square. “Will you have a
drink?” she asked formally, her hands twitching nervously.

“Don’t mind if I do — if you’ll join me.” Her husband’s boss eased his
bulk onto the low couch, and she brought the drinks a few seconds
later. The ice cubes rattled as she handed him his glass. When she
turned to seat herself in a chair, Blodgett seized her by the wrist and
pulled her down on the couch beside him.

“Just relax,” he urged her gently. “What are you so scared of, Sally?
The world ain’t coming to an end.” Even at this point he knew she had
to be handled carefully, the whole thing could still blow up in his
face. But he had never failed to score with any woman he really set his
sights on and be God damned if this prissy New England bitch was going
to spoil his record. He circled her trembling shoulders with his arm,
setting his drink on the coffee table, and tilted her pale face toward
him. Sally’s innocent gray eyes pleaded mutely for mercy as he pulled
her closer and closer until their lips met with a galvanizing shock.

It was a strange kiss, unlike any Ray had ever given her. John Blodgett
seemed to be tasting her lips and mouth, licking lasciviously at her
and transferring the distinctive flavor of bourbon from his lips to
hers. Breathless at his aggression, Sally wriggled backwards against
the cushions of the davenport. His large handsome face blotted out
everything else from her vision.

“You’re a beauty,” he muttered, “and I’ve wanted you for a long time.
Am I so repulsive, Sally? Why are you shrinking away from me like
that?”

She felt his hand come to rest on her tensely quivering stomach and the
contact, felt right through her light cotton dress, sent a curious near
thrill surging through her.

“N-no,” she admitted, “you’re not repulsive, Mr. Blodgett, but …”

“John,” he corrected, moving his arm to encircle her small waist.

“John. Please, I beg you.

He cut off the words by completely engulfing her soft wet mouth again
in his own lips, his tongue thrusting out lizard like to force its way
between her teeth, and a wild shiver of emotion rippled through her.
His big hands felt hot as they began to move over her.

Oh, God, this was it! She continued to push and struggle against him
but only for a moment until she realized the futility of it and simply
let herself relax and her mouth fall open to the lewd probings of his
tongue. Her entire body now slumped against him as his right hand found
and covered her large uptilted breast.

“Ooooh,” she moaned and he smiled confidently.

“You’re going to love it, honey,” he promised, his hands now moving
faster in their thorough exploration of the hollows of her supple body
while he continued to lap at her face with his rapacious tongue.

Lord, she was alive all over with wanton sensation! Suddenly his mouth
and hands roaming lewdly over her had set her on fire … Ray, oh, Ray,
come back … I need you now! His hand was on her bare knee …
traveling upward to her thigh … stroking the sensitive inner flesh of
her thigh! Oh, God help her, she didn’t mind it there … she was even
liking it, actually craving the soft pressing warmth that was coming
ever closer … closer.

This was wrong … completely wrong! What was she thinking of, she
mustn’t let this man do these forbidden things to her. She knew she
couldn’t go through with it, it was too emotionally wracking … and
she had to stop him now, before it was too late!

Sally sat up straight, shoving against John Blodgett’s broad chest in a
futile effort to loosen his grip on her. “No, I can’t,” she half
sobbed, “I’m sorry … I know I let you think that I — but I simply
can’t go through with it. You may have no principles, but I have.”

“Principles, hell!” he snorted at her. “Why, you conceited little
bitch, you want to know what’s wrong with you? You’re scared to death
that you’re going to like gettin’ fucked by Big John!”

The helpless, demoralized young girl gasped, staring up into his steely
blue eyes. The horrible part of it was that there might be a small
grain of truth in his horrid suggestion … she had for a moment felt
something stir inside her, a shiver of anticipation when his hand had
rested between her legs.

“An’ you are gonna like it,” he murmured lazily, resuming his perusal
of her quivering hot thighs. Slowly and gradually, while his hand
slipped up and down the creamy soft flesh, he worked her backward until
she lay stretched out beneath him on the davenport. He pushed his
fingers far up between her fearfully quivering legs and gently rubbed
against the flimsy nylon panties that protected her cringing pussy.

“Please … John, no,” she groaned even as she flung her arms tight
around his neck and let her soft wet mouth fall open to him even as her
legs were opening wider and wider as the sensual torment of his hand
instigated a rush of prurient emotion through her loins. She was aware
that he was burrowing under the thin elastic legband of her panties and
she whimpered in paralyzed distress.

Then … dear God, he was inside …!

His long thick finger was parting the moistly palpitating slit of her
vagina and she tried to cringe away but there was no escape from the
lewdly invading finger even though she scratched ineffectually at his
massive shoulders and whined in disbelief that this could actually be
happening to her … here in her own living room. The probing finger
worked deeper and deeper inside her moistly clinging cuntal lips and
Sally quivered in debased excitement. She sensed the warm wetness that
was gathering inside her and seeping out to dampen his finger as it
played with her sensitive vaginal slit and spread the soft pubic hair
away from the tiny opening. The poor young wife could not stifle the
sigh of pleasure that escaped from her throat as he touched the tiny
erect button of her clitoris and let his middle finger linger there
until she squirmed uncontrollably with the unwelcome passion that he
was inevitably arousing in her.

The utter hopelessness of her situation was plain to Sally. Torn by
worry for her husband, she had allowed herself to make this appointment
with his boss, John Blodgett. She’d been quite drunk at the time, but
that was no excuse, and now he was here to claim his end of the unholy
bargain … he was claiming it, taking her bodily! There was nothing
she could do but let him finish … let him make love to her in any way
he chose, just as a whore must please her clients! To add to her total
humiliation, instead of getting the obscene act over with quickly, he
was playing with her and to her own shame she was letting him arouse
her with his taunting finger thrusts up into her vagina, to the point
that her hips were twisting back and forth involuntarily as he stroked
the hotly awakened slit up between her legs.

“That’s better,” he leaned over her, grinning lewdly. “You’re getting
nice and wet down there now. Let’s get your clothes off, honey, I think
you’re almost ready to fuck.”

His casual use of the obscene word made her tense inwardly, but at the
same time it invoked a strange new excitement in her as she realized
that no one had ever dared take the liberty of speaking to her this way
before and the shock could not help but send little ripples of lewd
agitation through her body.

He let her sit up to remove her clothing, which she did automatically
with an almost fatalistic acceptance of the situation. He helped her
pull her dress over her head and then gave his attention to taking his
own clothes off. She could not, however, bring herself to pull away the
damp pair of panties which had protected her delicate pubic area from
his lustful eyes if not from his groping fingers. Breathing hard and
audibly, he gasped with a quick intake of breath as he looked up and
saw her full, high-set breasts with the hard little pink nipples
exposed. His hands went out to enclose and fondle the ripe, succulent
flesh, kneading the pliant creamy skin and pinching the nipples to a
state of even greater erectness. Finally he bent his head down to her
excitedly heaving chest and took one pink nipple into his hot, wet
mouth and sucked it hungrily, flicking his thick tongue in a maddening
way against the tiny sensitive tip of the nipple. In a leisurely way,
he moved to the other breast, cupping it underneath with his palm while
his wet lips assaulted the hard, throbbing nipple … then, while his
hands continued to manipulate her achingly full breasts he let his lips
slide down the deep cleft between them and move slowly toward her
navel. When he encountered the brief nylon protection of her panties he
simply hooked his thumbs in the narrow waistband and jerked them
downward. As the cool air rushed over her secret parts that were now
fully revealed to this gross lecher, Sally moaned with shame and horror
but extended her long slim legs so that he could draw the panties down,
down and toss them away.

“Jesus H. Christ!” the drugstore owner exclaimed with something akin to
reverence as his greedy eyes feasted at last on the shadowed triangular
patch of her cuntal hair. Sally opened her eyes which she had kept
tightly clenched shut during the last several minutes.

He towered above her, one knee on the couch, one hairy muscular leg
planted on the floor. Below the slight bulge of his stomach the
massively rigid pole of his desire hardened penis swung straight out
from his loins.

“Oh God,” she moaned, her eyes widening in disbelief while he smiled
down at her in salacious enjoyment of her amazement. His hand began a
lewd stroking motion of the thick uncircumcised foreskin, popping the
huge, blood engorged head out at her with its tiny slit winking like
some evil eye.

“That dumb husband of yours hasn’t got anything like this, has he,
honey?” he teased the debased young bride as she cowered away from the
sight of the powerful cock. “I bet nobody ever stretched that tight
little cunt of yours. Oh, just wait till I get it up into your little
belly … you’re gonna beg me to let you have all of it.” He was
obviously relishing her terror with a near-sadistic joy as he proudly
stroked his fleshy instrument. Dear God … she could never take a
thing like that in her! He would kill her if he tried!

She scarcely heard his lewd boasting, her mind was too full of the
knowledge of her hopeless position … he was going to ravish her,
appeals for mercy would be useless, she was sure, for her degradation
was only inciting him to further obscenities. Alone with him, naked and
spread out obscenely for his pleasure, there was absolutely no escape
… no relief … she was lost!

Blodgett place a hand on each of her knees and deliberately began to
force them apart, opening her fearfully cringing genitals completely to
his lustful gaze.

“Wider,” he ordered, chuckling softly, “open ’em up wider … you got a
big man coming in there, honey, with a big cock to ram in that sweet
little pussy!”

The petrified young wife whimpered in fright as her husband’s boss
climbed onto the davenport and knelt up between her outstretched legs.
She felt the springs groan under his weight as he lowered his massive,
naked body toward her.

“Ray,” she half sobbed, “Oh … oh … oh Ray.”

Chapter 3

The expected entry did not come immediately, however, and Sally lifted
her head to look down over her quivering breasts and see John
Blodgett’s massive bulk crouched over her. He was sliding backward,
crab-like, over her naked body until his head was positioned over her
widespread thighs and with sudden horror it dawned on the girl what he
had in mind. She cringed in terror.

“Oh no … please, I can’t … I never have!” she pleaded, with her
husband’s employer, her horrified gray eyes fixed on his head that was
dropping lower and lower as his big hands spread the white inner sides
of her thighs yet further open. “Oh, my God … not like that, not like
that …” she moaned.

Blodgett’s breath came in excited pants that stirred the sparse, light
brown pubic hair which fringed the narrow cuntal slit, pink and wet
with the moisture of the innocent young bride’s unwanted arousal. Her
disgrace complete, she lay as if transfixed, her eyes still mutely
begging him not to commit this unnatural act upon her defenseless body.
With a decisive, unhurried movement he pulled apart the two fleshy cunt
lips that guarded the inner sanctum of her femininity, and feasted his
lusting eyes on the coral pink pussy flesh.

Sally felt the warm expulsion of his breath waft over her secret,
sensitive vagina and she gasped as, her head still raised, she saw his
long tongue emerge from his mouth and then, seconds later, felt its
hotly electric contact against her cringing young pussy.

Her stomach jumped and her whole body jerked in disbelief as his
strong, pressing tongue forced its way up into the quivering channel of
her openly defenseless cunt. Faster and faster, the tormenting
instrument of her debasement slid in and out of her unwilling pussy
that was automatically dilating to receive the invading tongue despite
her horror at the outrage he was committing on her innocent body.

“Uuuuggghhh … no … my God!” she moaned in utter humiliation as she
continued to watch her unnatural ravishment by his bestial mouth. This
could not, simply must not, be happening! It was some nightmare, she
thought, as his long wet tongue slithered furiously up into her moist,
velvety cuntal slit. “Stop it, John, God, I can’t stand it … please,
stop?” she entreated him, choking with shams as she perceived with even
further horror that unwelcome quivers of lewd enjoyment were beginning
to radiate through her subjugated body from his depraved assault on her
warmly throbbing cunt.

His hands suddenly slid under her firm buttocks that were desperately
grinding into the cushions of the couch in a useless effort to escape
the obscene ravishment he was inflicting upon her. With his big fingers
spread wide, he cupped and squeezed her tender flesh, separating the
twin ass cheeks almost brutally while with his mouth and tongue he
continued to lick obscenely at the gaping pink split between her legs
with lewd wet smacking sounds. She saw that he was looking expectantly
at her tear streaked face and knew that he was watching for her
reaction and complete surrender to his animal like conquest of her
proud, moral nature. That he would not get, she was determined;
although in her trapped position she was forced to accept his abuse, he
could not control her mind! Oh, Ray, darling, I’m doing it for you …
but I pray that this won’t change everything between us … I never
thought it would be like this, or that John Blodgett would be such a
sadistic beast as to degrade me in this humiliating way … God, what
was happening to her was already beyond the wildest fears of her
imagination … yet there was nothing to do but lie there while he
sucked with insane fervor at her traitorously acquiescing vagina and
try to keep her suddenly treacherous, unfamiliar body from responding
to the unexpected blissful excitement he was awakening in her.

Her husband had once hinted he would like to have sex with her in this
depraved way, but she had immediately rejected his tentative suggestion
as beyond the limits of decency, marital or otherwise. She had not
known it would feel like this … how could she?

As he labored over her, unceasingly thrusting his tireless tongue far
up into her warmly pulsating vagina, John Blodgett gloated over the
successful outcome of his conquest. What a fabulous piece she was! Even
tear streaked and contorted, her face was still pretty and as for her
supple, youthful body, it was a thing of beauty that he was going to
get a real kick out of fucking. For all her chilliness, there was a hot
streak in her just waiting to be uncovered and stimulated into raw
passion. Ruthlessly, his lips explored the moistened folds of her
clinging vaginal lips until they settled on the tiny erect bud of her
clitoris. Sally gasped in shocked pleasure as he enclosed the throbbing
little sensation center with his teeth and laved his hungry tongue over
it in circles until she cried out with involuntary wild happiness and
thrashed her hips from side to side in uncontrollable lewd excitement.
Finally, he let his tongue slide downward again, into the seething wet
crevice of her vagina. He fucked her orally, thrusting his thick hot
tongue up into the widely dilated slit while she whimpered and mewled
in cadence with his lewd swirling movements around the inner walls of
the soft, hair-fringed cuntal lips.

Her bursting groans of pleasure filled the living room and the big
German Shepherd sat alertly watching the obscene movements of the naked
pair on the couch. As Blodgett thrust ever deeper into the velvety warm
depths between the young housewife’s legs, he saw Sally’s small hands
twisting in their desperate struggle and then abruptly give in and move
toward him involuntarily until her fingers locked in his thick hair and
pulled him further and further into her greedily clasping pussy.

He had her now! She was hopelessly entrapped by her own awakened and
unfulfilled desires … ready to be taken by him in any way he wanted
to do it.

Sally, too, knew that her body was no longer responding to the dictates
of her outraged mind but was on an uncharted course of its own … God,
what could she do … nothing! Her buttocks were jerking rhythmically
with the thrusts of John’s tongue as he sent spasms of erotic sensation
such as she had never dreamed existed through her love hungry body.
Suddenly, without warning, his tongue darted downward toward the
forbidden, puckered little hole of her anus. She gasped with shock …
but the gasp trailed into a rapturous moan of surprised bliss at the
maddening contact of his pleasure giving tongue against the sensitive,
secret opening. She wriggled ecstatically in the grip of sensual
emotion that traveled headlong through her entire being.

“Oh don’t,” she protested, “not that … my God … don’t,” but her
hips rotated automatically with the effort to force her agonized rectum
up against the hard thrusting tongue.

Laughing to himself, he continued his demoralizing assault on the tight
little hole of her anus as she thrashed under him in utter degradation,
unable to control the involuntary quivers of her buttocks as the
delicious but unwelcome pleasure rippled wildly through her.

“Dear God … please, John …” she groaned, raising her head to plead
with her sodomizer as he labored up between her cruelly stretched
thighs, “Please stop!” she begged him, realizing with horror that she
had completely lost control of herself and was at his mercy, a mere
object to be humiliated and further disgraced … ruined. But it was
useless to appeal; he licked insanely on and on at her gaping wet loins
until the unbelievable pleasure had reduced the young bride to a state
of raw, pulsating passion that was beyond the bounds of any reason or
thought of right or wrong. She knew, dimly, that she was committing
adultery … but she could no longer fight the lover who was giving her
an intense physical rapture that she had never before felt or even
dreamed could exist in this world.

“Oooooh … ooooh, John … it feels so good!” The shameful admission
burst from her tortured lips before she could choke it back. “It feels
so good … oh, my God … more … more!” she begged him, thrusting
her hips upward while her fingers again twisted in his hair and she
pulled his head even closer to the openly throbbing slit of her vagina.
She was wild with excitement and the insane desire for more of this
incredibly enchanting sensation.

John Blodgett grinned sadistically as he plunged his lizard like tongue
into the seething depths of her cunt while she pushed hard up against
his face in total subjugation to his will. Her soft brownish pussy hair
grazed his cheeks as her buttocks rolled in rhythmic spasms of carnal
joy and her passion distorted features revealed how completely he had
broken down her pride and self-respect. Christ, he was going to get a
kick out of this … screwing the hell out of her pliant young body. He
was going to ram his rock hard cock all the way into that hot,
wriggling little belly and shoot her full of sperm until she yelled her
head off. God damn, it was going to be good!

Sally thought she would go stark raving mad with delight from his
wildly licking tongue that was sending ever widening circles of
eroticism through her naked belly and loins. Breathlessly, she looked
down at his head held in her little hands as she pulled the hot lash of
his strong tongue deeper inside her and it swirled around the clasping
walls of her desire soaked vagina. It felt so wonderful she hoped it
would never, never stop … but, it was stopping … he was withdrawing
the instrument of her pleasure from her … she looked up at him,
suddenly aware again of the humiliation of her position and the way he
had debased her.

“You’re nice and hot now, honey,” he chuckled huskily, “all ready to be
fucked … oh, you’re never going to forget this, little girl … I’m
going to fuck you ’til you can’t walk.”

The helpless wife lay on the couch paralyzed, her knees raised and her
seething pussy spread unceremoniously wide open to him, her heaving
breasts quivering with suddenly raised goosebumps as she stared at the
rigidly erect cock extending from his loins like a massive club. It
seemed to swell to even greater dimensions as she gaped at it in
horrified disbelief.

“No, please …” she shuddered, yet felt tingles of unwanted excitement
in her loins as he moved deliberately up over her and bent his head
over her breasts, seizing a nipple between his teeth and nipping the
hard little bud painfully so that she groaned with the sudden hurt that
at the same time caused further fluttering tremors of delight in her
churning belly.

“All right, Sally,” he hissed at her, “now I’m going to fuck you until
you beg me for it. Take my cock and put it right in that hot, tight
little cunt of yours,” he ordered.

Sally winced at the impact of the obscene words. Fuck … cock … God,
she could not help but be excited against her will by the very
startling sound of such coarse terms … but she must not let herself
be excited in this salacious way. If she could no longer control her
body, she had to at least keep this lecher from subjugating her mind
and thoughts. Dear God, everything was lost if she …

“Come on,” he snapped impatiently, “I said take my cock and put it up
in your cunt.” His eyes were inflamed with unholy lust as he gloated
down at the innocent young girl.

“Oh, John … don’t ask me … no, I can’t,” she sobbed in her
humiliation, yet moved her unwilling hand down until it was only inches
from the monstrous penis. Tears ran down her lovely, contorted face and
she shook her head in shame and fear.

“You dumb little cunt!” he snarled. “Do what I tell you, bitch, put it
in!”

“Oh, my God …” she moaned, touching his throbbing cock and then
enclosing its bulk in her little hand … God, it was big … bigger
even than it had looked … warm and rigid in her fingers.

Blodgett began to lower his hips while Sally spread her legs even wider
apart and slowly drew the heavy shaft toward the tiny, wet hole of her
vagina. With the smooth, thick head she penetrated the cringing folds
of her pussy, her heart pounding with both dread and anticipation. She
shivered at the first touch of the rubbery, bulbous tip against the
sensitive edges of her moistened vagina. She hesitated, unable to go
on, and he shoved his hips forward causing an instant, sharp pain as
the hard member strained against the tight entrance of her vaginal
channel.

“Aaaaaaaghhh,” she groaned and he pushed harder, forcing the ponderous
tip through the elastic opening and cruelly stretching her tender
cuntal flesh. The pain was unbearable! “Aaaaggghhh, God, it’s too big!
Please, you’re tearing me … please, God!” she choked and screamed at
him to stop, but he only grinned with sadistic, evil pleasure at the
discomfort he was inflicting on her and deliberately continued his
slow, torturing entry into her unwilling pussy.

“Ooooohh, oh God,” Sally wailed as the lust thickened cudgel slipped up
into her, inch by agonizing inch. Then, suddenly overcome by his
mounting desire, the insensitive business man tired of watching her
cringing body trying to take his oversized penis, and he pushed forward
with one brutal stroke, ramming his long, swollen cock up into her
unstretched passage with pile driving force.

“Aggggghhhh!” Sally screamed as the blood engorged tip forced aside the
tightly clinging walls of her pussy and raced unendingly up into her
covering belly until his hair, sperm filled balls struck her rounded,
tight clenched buttocks with a dull obscene sounding smack.

“Ooooh, God …!” she groaned. He had torn her apart, she was sure, and
she dared not move for fear of further injury to her aching vagina. She
was full … her whole belly full with his cock … she could feel it
all the way up inside her to her womb.

Grimacing with satisfaction, he lay heavily on her for a moment,
breathing hard, then he moved his cock forward deep inside her yet
another fraction of an inch, bringing a tortured gasp from her lips. He
did it again and again, enjoying her shamed, agonized groans until they
began to change, unmistakably, to whimpers of a more sensual nature.
Her passage had gradually adjusted itself to the unnatural size of his
blood hardened cock and as he rocked back and forth over her, forcing
his penis to new depths, she could not seem to control the sounds which
burst from deep in her chest.

He raised himself over her prostrate, spread-eagled body as she whined
helplessly under him, and he said with lascivious satisfaction, “Now
tell me you want it, Sally. Beg me for it.”

She stared up at him endeavoring to resist the lewd suggestion as her
hips began to wriggle involuntarily and of their own volition. Her eyes
pleaded with him to spare her this ultimate degradation.

“No … please, John … isn’t this enough?”

“Damn it, I said beg me! Come on, ask me to fuck you … tell me you
want it!”

“Oh, God … why … why do you need that, too?” He was taking
everything from her — pride, morals, all of it!

“I want to hear you beg, you stuck up little bitch! Beg!”

“A-all right,” she sighed hopelessly, “do it to me … I-I want you to
do it to me.”

“Not like that. Say ‘fuck.’ Ask me to fuck you!”

“Fuck me … Oh God … yes, yes, fuck me!” she almost screamed it at
him through her clenched teeth and tears streaked her face as she
uttered the unforgivably obscene word. Her capitulation to his demands
was complete … she only waited now for whatever was coming, unable to
reason or think or feel anything beyond the big throbbing cock that was
buried in her tender belly.

As he resumed his thrusting motions up into her with smooth, short
strokes, she abandoned her earlier determination to fight the salacious
pleasure that was again threatening to engulf her treacherous body …
she was too weary and sick with remorse to struggle any more … she
wanted to be carried along on the crest of the rolling waves of
excitement that followed each plunge of his cock into her tightly
clasping pussy. And as he gradually increased his pace as well as the
length of his strokes, Sally felt herself going … going along with
him … her entire body tingling as she squirmed under him on the
couch. He dropped his open mouth to her face, licking at her lust-
contorted features, and she captured his tongue between her lips and
sucked at it hungrily while she mewled, kitten like, in debased
acceptance of all that he was doing to her. She pushed her hips up from
the couch cushions to meet his downward plunges and give him still
deeper entry into her steaming cunt.

John Blodgett saw that she was perspiring now and that the cords of her
neck stood out as her head whipped from side to side in rhythm with the
sensuous twists of her round buttocks. Gutteral humming noises slipped
from deep down in her throat. He knew damn good and well that Ray
Denham hadn’t been getting anything like this out of his prissy young
wife … no, and her husband hadn’t been putting anything into her like
the cock that was in her now, either! Man, how she could move that ass
as she drove her naked cunt right up against his cock as if she wanted
to swallow it. Christ, she was tight … nobody’d ever stretched her
good, it felt like … she was the next to a virgin, and it was driving
him right up the wall, fucking her like this!

Her long brown hair streamed out from her wildly bobbing head as Sally
thrust her twitching legs out on either side of his thighs, forcing her
own thighs still wider open to be skewered ever deeper on the rigidly
impaling rod of his flesh as it bored into her again and again. Oh, why
hadn’t anyone ever told her a man could make you feel like this? As she
flung her head backward and tensed her taut-stretched thighs, ramming
her open flowering cunt up hard against him the intensity of her
rapture was nearly unbearable. Don’t let it stop, oh don’t let it ever
stop! She just hadn’t known, wouldn’t have believed, that this could
happen … that she could be unwillingly forced to commit adultery and
then that she would enjoy it!

John was plowing into her with ever greater force, pulling his hotly
throbbing cock nearly all the way out of her velvety wet sheath on the
backstroke and then sinking it back into her pussy with jack hammer
force until his aching balls slapped against the tiny, exposed ring of
her anus. His cock throbbed with the tremendous pressure mounting in
his sperm swollen balls and he panted hoarsely in lustful exhilaration
… his need for release was so great that he could not control himself
much longer and he pounded into her upthrust cunt with lust driven fury
while she moaned incessantly under him in outright rapture. He
increased his pace while he stared down between her legs at where his
cock was gliding in and out of her hungrily sucking cunt. The feeling
was indescribable as his glistening wet shaft emerged from the
clasping, soft hair-lined folds of her pussy with an obscene wet
sucking sound and then disappeared again into the depths of her soft
white belly. He placed his hand on the fleshy lips of her cunt and
began to fondle them, bringing further cries of pleasure from Sally as
he felt the muscles of her vagina tighten spasmodically and grip his
rigid cock as if to hold it inside her forever.

Her long white legs jerked upward, toes clenching … Christ, she was
almost there! He sawed into her wildly, shoving her knees upward and
back with relentless pressure until it seemed the seething plane of her
pussy would be split wide open … God, what a woman she was, what a
fantastic cunt!

Sally’s swollen breasts danced heavily with the force of his fucking,
the nipples seeming to expand as she began to jerk and convulse, head
thrust backward until the cords and muscles of her slender neck stood
out in rigid display.

“Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted, “Jesus … I feel … I’m going to … oh
yes, now, now, nowwww!”

A gush of warm wetness bathed his thundering cock as he thrust faster
and farther up into her, with every ounce of strength he possessed. The
sticky cuntal secretions bathed and lubricated his massive shaft …
and as she contorted and spasmed under him, wailing as her vaginal lips
sucked and pulled at his lewdly impaling penis, John felt his own
boiling hot fluid racing from his lust bloated balls up the full length
of his driving penis with ecstatic force that racked his big body as it
spurted from the tip of his cock deep up into her vibrating womb and
belly. It flowed out in hot torrents that pooled with her own boiling
cum until her delirious wail of joy sank into a murmur of complete and
utter satisfaction. Never, never had Sally known anything like this, or
guessed that it was possible to be so filled with pleasure. She had
done it only to keep a bargain … to protect her husband … not
expecting that her humiliated body would be fulfilled as it never had
been before.

Now that it was at last over she must cope with the realization of what
had been done to her, and that her husband’s boss was still lying atop
her satiated body with his long penis still buried deep in her pulsing
vagina.

“Please, John,” she tried to control her voice and make it cool and
impersonal, “take your thing out of me now.”

He complied, looking down at her wonderingly as he raised himself off
her and began to look around for his clothing.

“What’s the matter with you? Not going to tell me you didn’t enjoy it?”

“I – I enjoyed it,” she admitted in a low, reluctant voice. How could
she deny it?

“Good,” he smiled. “I always like to satisfy the ladies. Oh, don’t
bother putting your clothes on, honey. You’re not finished yet.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” Sally had begun to rise from her prone position
on the couch, now she paused in dreadful uncertainty. Surely … after
the shattering climax they had reached together, he couldn’t be …
impossible!

John Blodgett was grinning evilly down at the supine young bride. Oh,
what a surprise was in store for the snotty little bitch! “Maybe I
forgot to tell you,” he drawled, “but wherever I go, Duke goes, too.
Including ladies’ cunts, honey.”

“Duke?” Of course, the dog … the dog? For a joke, it was certainly in
bad taste, but what could you expect from such a coarse, vulgar person?
She sat up and swung her bare legs down on the floor.

“Over here, boy,” Blodgett snapped his fingers and the great German
Shepherd obediently rose and came to his master, tail wagging. And
Sally received her first inkling that perhaps it was not a joke, that
he might be seriously suggesting that … that she … she stared,
transfixed, at the handsome animal … the first dim realization that
such a thing might be possible penetrating her reeling brain. She’d
heard … she knew such things were done, shows with girls mating with
animals, but surely such perversions could not exist in the sleepy town
of Quiggville, Tennessee! John Blodgett, rotten as he was, would surely
not attempt anything so monstrous as that.

“I – I don’t feel well,” Sally murmured unsteadily, “will you please
leave now, Mr. Blodgett?”

“Ah, a few minutes ago it was John, wasn’t it, when I had my cock in
you?” She winced at the memory of the event she was determined to
forget, to put behind her forever. “Never mind, honey, Duke here will
make you nice and hot and friendly again. He’s quite a dog, as you’ll
see for yourself in a moment. Better get down on the floor — you don’t
want your couch all scratched up.”

“I’ve done what I promised,” the demoralized girl pleaded. “You can’t
expect me . .. I won’t do it. Not with a dog!”

“Yes, you will, Sally. You have no choice, in your position, because
I’m making it a condition of your husband getting the loan. You can’t
afford to lose what you’ve already made a ‘down payment’ on, girl, so
hurry up and get down there,” he pointed impatiently to the tufted rug
and seized her arm. “Duke’s a trained guard dog, by the way, he’ll
attack anyone that I tell him to — so just keep that fact in your
pretty little head.”

“But if I do this, how do I know you won’t require … other things?
How do I know I’ll ever be free of you?” Too late, Sally was beginning
to see clearly how she had entrapped herself in a net of bondage to
this man. Why had she expected him to honor this agreement, a man
without honor or principles of any sort? But … a dog? The very idea
of it sent little chills running along her naked spine and set her
still quivering pussy to quaking anew.

Blodgett was not used to hearing back talk from his women. He tightened
his grip on her arm and forced her forward, down on her knees beside
the couch. “Don’t try to be a smart ass with me,” he threatened. “I can
ruin your reputation in this town so fast there won’t be a decent woman
who’ll even speak to you. Think you’re too God damned good for my dog,
eh? Well, smarten up, he’s got a longer pedigree than you have.” He
nudged Sally’s soft buttocks with his knee and she went down on all
fours, helpless tears of shame and outrage flooding her eyes.

The big man chuckled as he feasted his eyes salaciously on her full
mooned buttocks and the thin hair fringed slit of her cum drenched cunt
glistening wetly up between the milk white flesh of her thighs.
Stroking Duke’s glossy fur, he led the dog forward. As the beast’s cold
nose nuzzled into the gap of her thighs, Sally jerked wildly and gave a
little cry. The galvanizing, velvety touch sent erotic spasms through
her tensely waiting body. God, it felt like … like nothing else in
the world, she supposed, as Duke sniffed at her vagina in the way he
would sniff any bitch dog and she knelt before him with her widespread
buttocks lewdly elevated. She looked back between her legs and moaned
audibly as she saw the handsome dog’s shiny, scarlet penis suddenly
poking out of its furry sheath. Oh God, the animal’s testicles were
nearly the size of a man’s, and almost black. With a leaping motion,
Duke mounted her, his great paws slipping and scratching against her
smooth back as his haunches curved obscenely over her buttocks and the
tapered red tip of his penis bobbed, dripping, at her hot wet crevice.
The very forbiddenness and unthinkable aspects of what was happening to
her could not help but arouse Sally’s prurient emotions. Instinctively,
without realizing what she was trying to do, she shifted her buttocks
in an effort to seize the long, scarlet organ and clasp it in the blood
engorged folds of her vagina. But the beast’s excitement caused it to
miss the waiting entrance and the tapered point stabbed at her nakedly
exposed anus, attempting to burrow into the tiny hole. Sally tensed in
fright and wiggled her buttocks frantically to dislodge the invading
shaft. It slipped away from her, but the dog continued to thrust
blindly in his dumb sexual frenzy and the tip of his glistening red
penis thrust into her tender flesh over and over, causing her vagina to
widen and dilate involuntarily. The dog bucked on desperately, seeking
her eluding sheath and taunting her maddeningly with each jab at the
hair lined slit. Once again, erotic shivers were shooting through her
still dripping loins and the delightful pressure was building within
her body. At last, unable to stand it any longer, Sally reached back
through her legs and took hold of the pulsing, slippery organ, placing
the narrow tip in her cuntal split. Duke whined as his long shaft slid
wetly into her up to the hilt of his dark furred balls.

Groaning with relief as she felt him filling her, Sally began to
undulate her buttocks in time with the rapid thrusts of the panting,
drooling dog. Gripping her slender waist in his forepaws, Duke hunched
over her and had soon established his own rhythm of fucking, his
powerful hind legs jerking with each in and out motion. Sally gave
herself over completely to the delicious sensations of being screwed by
the powerful, magnificent shepherd, her untested body was wide awake
from the stunning sexual enlightenment she had received only minutes
before from her husband’s boss and she hungrily sought new, more
exciting erotic thrills even as her formerly prudish mind once again
was beaten in its struggle to dictate what her body should do.
Perspiration gathered on her naked body, trickling down between her
swaying breasts that swung beneath her like ripe fruit on a forbidden
tree. Blodgett leaned forward, eyes gleaming with carnal lust as they
locked on the flashing red cock of the dog as it buried itself from
behind in the wet, hair-lined flesh of Sally’s throbbing pussy. The
insane pressure was building fast in the girl’s obscenely swaying loins
and she was nearly out of her mind with the wanton desire for release.

“Oooooh,” she squealed through clenched teeth, “Oh, yes, yes, yes …
harder … Oh, God, fuck harder …” Even the animal’s incredible
fucking pace could not satisfy her as she ground her buttocks backwards
in an effort to capture more of the long tapered penis and squeeze it
between the hotly clasping walls of her vagina. All sense of pride was
lost to her, she actually reveled in the knowledge of her abject
humiliation by the jerking, hairy body of the great canine. She wanted
it! Oh God, she wanted his lewd animal sperm to shoot up into her belly
just as John Blodgett had filled her so wonderfully. She wanted the
long denied bliss again … could never get enough of orgasm, now that
she at last knew what it was and how good it felt. She had to cum again
… she had to!

“Jesus H. Christ,” Blodgett exclaimed, eyes riveted to the salacious
spectacle. He licked at his suddenly dry lips and absently stroked his
cock that was beginning to rise again as he watched the obscene
buffeting of Sally Denham by the big dog whose long thin penis was
jabbing mercilessly into her willing cunt. How long could it go on?
Duke’s red tongue lolled from his mouth, dripping saliva over the
girl’s back to gather and run down the crevice of the upraised ass
cheeks and mingle with the secretions of her seething pussy.

Suddenly, Sally gave a wild cry. Her long hair began to whip wildly
back and forth as she went into the beginning convulsions of her
climax. Her buttocks began to contract uncontrollably and she rammed
them back fiercely against Duke just as he jerked forward hard and his
animal cock began to spurt its lewd sperm far up in her hungrily
quivering belly. The sticky white fluid oozed from her lust tightened
cunt and bathed the dog’s scarlet cock, streaking the inner sides of
her ivory thighs. She sagged forward in orgiastic bliss, displaying her
wet, cum soaked pubic hair and rosy pink cunt lips as the dog’s
deflating cock was sucked out of her vagina with an audible sound. As
she pitched forward onto the rug in near complete exhaustion, Duke
stood over her body, panting, and proudly wagging his tail. Then,
furthering the perverted depravity that had been committed on the
helpless young wife, the dog dropped his shaggy head to her widespread
legs and licked happily at the creamy fluid that still oozed from her
trembling slit. His owner let the beast lap hungrily at the exposed
pubic flesh until every drop was gone before he locked his hand firmly
in the dog’s heavy collar and drew the satiated shepherd away from his
human mate.

“Good boy, Duke,” he murmured fondly, patting the dog’s shoulders. “A
dog’s gotta have a good piece of ass every now and then too, eh?”

Sally stumbled clumsily to her feet. “Wait –” she demanded. “W-when
will my husband hear from you?” She had not gone through this degrading
experience to be put off again.

“Now, hold on there, Sally. I got to have another talk with my brother-
in-law over at the bank. You just be patient, little lady.” He grinned
with crude humor as Sally snatched up her dress and held it in front of
her naked, abused body. Women were all the same … when it was too
late, they wanted to play modest. Well, no, not all the same. He sure
did have to admit this one had been something special, and the best
piece of tail he’d had in a long time.

Chapter 4

Sally Denham stood at her living room window, peeking through the slit
of the heavy drapes to watch John Blodgett and his dog emerge from her
doorway below and cross the square. It seemed to her that they had been
in her apartment a long time, although it was still only mid-afternoon,
and she wondered if anyone had noticed their entrance or exit and been
curious about it? But she could not waste time worrying about that, she
had to get herself cleaned up. Still naked, she moved about the living
room, fluffing up the couch cushions and removing all traces of her
visitors except for the tell-tale dog hairs. Those she would do later
with the vacuum cleaner.

She soaked her tired body in a hot tub for much longer than usual,
pouring quantities of fragrant bath salts into the water to dispel
every last trace and odor that might be clinging to her.
Experimentally, she handled her large breasts, running her fingertips
over the bruised sore spots and gently examining the nipples, all with
a new awareness of her body as an instrument of erotic sensitivity. As
she stepped into the bedroom she paused in front of the full-length
mirror to survey her nubile form critically … seeing Sally Denham for
the first time not as a ‘nice girl’ but a provocative, desirable woman.
Humming, to herself, she dressed rapidly in a fresh cotton frock and
returned to the living room, scene of the debauched episode that was
already beginning to seem more and more unreal. She flung the drapes
apart and let the late afternoon sun stream into the room as she
brought out her little vacuum cleaner and removed Duke’s long black-
and-tan hairs from the tufts of the rug. There was a dark wet upon on
the rug directly in front of the couch and her cheeks flamed hotly as
she realized what must be its origin. God, Ray would be back soon and
she hadn’t even planned what she would fix for dinner.

* * * * *

After the meal, they were watching television and Sally mentioned
casually that she could have gone with Ray, after all, as Cynthia
Hearldson had changed her piano lesson to Tuesday.

“Oh, yeah?” he said absently, “well, it was hotter than hell in
Knoxville. Seems like this weather ought to break pretty soon. Say,
honey, what’s this spot on the rug here?”

“Oh! I-I fixed myself a drink this afternoon and spilled some of it,”
she explained.

“Drinking alone, and in the afternoon?” he teased, but frowned
slightly.

“Only a cola, silly.”

Speaking of drinks, Ray thought, he had had a tiring day and wouldn’t
mind one right now. Sally was curled up so comfortably on the couch
that instead of asking her he went to the kitchen himself. It seemed to
him that the level of the bourbon bottle was down somewhat from what it
had been the other day … but no doubt he was mistaken … of course,
if Sally wanted a drink now and then there was no reason why she
shouldn’t take one, yet it was not characteristic of his wife to drink
or to fib. Since he knew that Sally did not really care for hard
liquor, the thought crossed Ray’s mind as he brought out the ice cubes
that maybe someone else had been here. No, he dismissed the idea …
she would have mentioned any callers.

Nevertheless, his wife surprised him by reaching eagerly for his glass
when he carried it in and she proceeded to swallow a hefty slug of it.
“Just what I needed to pick me up,” Sally confessed, “I-I’m not feeling
so well this evening.”

“Have a hard day, darling?” he questioned indulgently.

“Not really. I just feel sort of … strung out.”

“Probably worrying about the loan. It’s making us both tense … I wish
to hell we’d hear something pretty soon.”

“Oh, Ray,” his wife got up from her sitting position and moved over
next to him on the couch, placing her cheek against the flat hardness
of his chest, “I’m sure we will hear something soon, and that it will
be favorable. I … I just feel it!”

The close intimate presence of his wife against his body could not fail
to stimulate Ray sexually and his hand came down to stroke her soft
brown hair and slip under the neckline of her dress. Immediately a
tremendous wave of guilt at her deception swept over Sally and her
whole body seemed to freeze and grow rigid with fear. Ray must never,
never find out what she had done! The knowledge would destroy him and
her along with him … shivering slightly, she allowed him to work his
warm fingers under her bra strap, to push it down over her shoulder so
that he could dip his hand, unhindered, into the thin nylon cup of her
brassiere and fasten his palm over her full vibrant breast. Cold terror
gripped her. If they made love tonight she was sure somehow that Ray
would know it was not her first time today. She still felt so stretched
and sore down there … and she still carried within her secret parts
the sticky semen of Ray’s boss and of … oh, God … of the big German
Shepherd. Tears welled up in her long-lashed gray eyes as she realized
fully to what depths of depravity she had sunk … but for good cause,
for her husband’s sake.

“I’m sorry, darling,” she whispered as Ray’s fingers fastened over her
sensitive, abused nipple, “I-I just don’t feel up to … to romance
this evening. I really would love it, if I just felt better.”

Her husband sighed and gradually withdrew his hand from her dress,
leaving her breast tingling with the excitement his palpating fingers
had aroused. Oh, she did want to … she really truly wanted Ray to
make love to her … to fuck as she had been fucked today … but she
didn’t dare let him. Not now.

* * * * *

Sally was so confident Ray would hear from the bank the very next day
that she kept half-listening for the sound of his feet pounding up the
stairs to tell her they had got the loan. Then, her sacrifice would all
be worth while, she would know she’d done the right thing, the only
thing, under the circumstances. But the day passed like any other, and
so did the next and the next until she was fuming with suppressed anger
at Blodgett’s delay.

On Friday morning she did her marketing and stopped in the drugstore to
pick up some household items. Ray was busy behind the prescription
counter, so she merely waved at him to let him know she was there and
spent a few minutes chatting with Miss Minnie, of whom both she and Ray
were quite fond. Miss Minnie had given the couple many valuable tips
about the best places to obtain various items in Quiggville, a good
doctor and dentist and so forth.

“I believe I’ll have a sundae,” Sally said, sitting down at the
fountain and arranging her parcels on the stool beside her. The girl
loaded the concoction with extra hot fudge and whipped cream and she
thought ruefully of the calories as she dipped her spoon into the
luscious combination. “Won’t you join me, Miss Minnie?”

“Just a black coffee for me,” the clerk said, “I don’t never eat any of
that sweet stuff. Where would I be now if I’d of been eating them
sundaes for thirty-three years?”

Sally paused, spoon raised. “How long did you say?”

“Thirty-three years. I been working right here in this store since I
was fifteen years old, Miz Denham. ‘Course I don’t expect to be here
much longer … it looks like my career is comin’ to an end, don’t it?”

“Why do you say that?” Sally questioned, frowning.

“Well, who knows, when the new owners takes over?” the older woman
shrugged philosophically but her down-to-earth voice quavered slightly
as she spoke of the impending change. “They was in here yesterday,” she
leaned forward confidentially, “poking into everything and writing it
all down … asking a lot of stupid questions.”

“Men from the drugstore chain were here yesterday? Why, that’s funny,
Ray never mentioned it …” Sally broke off in mid-sentence.

“I reckon not. Probably didn’t want to upset you, but he was lookin’
awful gloomy. It’s a crying shame the way John Blodgett has done you
two, but at least you can be thankful you ain’t put thirty-three years
into this place like I have.”

“Miss Minnie, the sale of the store isn’t final,” the young wife
assured her, “and I have good reason to think that Ray will be the new
owner after all. We expect to have some good news very soon, so keep
your fingers crossed!”

“I hope you’re right, Miz Denham,” the spinster muttered doubtfully,
“but you don’t know this town like I do. When Mr. Blodgett makes his
mind up to do something, he sees it through.”

Miss Minnie got up to wait on a customer who had just entered and Sally
finished her sundae in a thoughtful mood. Well, she could see a thing
through herself, if it came to that! Easing herself from the stool, she
smoothed out her skirt which was clinging to her perspiration-damp
thighs and gathered up her purchases. Once again she stopped briefly to
see her husband and Ray looked up from his drug preparations to smile
at her.

“I won’t be up for lunch, honey, I’ll just grab a sandwich here. Really
got a lot of work this morning … must be a lot of sick people in
Quiggville.”

“OK — just don’t forget your lunch altogether,” she admonished. “I
declare, Ray Denham,” she put on a fake southern accent she sometimes
used jestingly and which he enjoyed, “you are just gettin’ positively
skinny.” She wouldn’t let him know how worried she was about Miss
Minnie’s information and the fact that he hadn’t told her about the
visitors in the store.

Upstairs, she dropped her bundles in a heap on the kitchen table and
went immediately to the wall telephone, picking up the thin Quiggville
directory. Blodgett’s office did not answer and she next dialed his
residence. A servant answered and at her request called John Blodgett
to the phone.

“This is Sally Denham,” she announced. “Why haven’t I heard from you?”

“I can’t talk now, you should know better than to call here,” he
growled and promptly hung up on her. Sally stared at the dead receiver,
a growing premonition seizing her that things were not going as she had
expected. Very well, she would give him until Monday … no longer.

At the other end of the line, Blodgett was also uneasy. Her boldness in
contacting him at home surprised him … she had more spirit than most
of her sex and it was that very thing about her that had made it so
pleasurable to seduce her. He did not anticipate real trouble … but
you never knew when one of the bitches would turn on you. “Eula!” he
called sharply.

The maid appeared soundlessly behind him. She was a strikingly
beautiful young black woman … skin that seemed to change from coffee
to bronze and flowing blue-black hair that was now forced back into a
confining hair net. The white nylon uniform that Lauralee Blodgett
required the girl to wear molded itself to every hollow and curve of a
figure that was unbelievably full-breasted above a minuscule waist and
flaring, generous hips. If Eula had had the opportunity to get away
from Quiggville and go north, there was no doubt in Blodgett’s mind she
could have gone on the stage. Instead, she had married her local
sweetheart at an early age and now worked for a low wage in the
Blodgett household.

“Eula, if anybody calls here for me, I want you to be sure to ask who
it is — and if it’s Miz Denham, you tell her I’m not home. You got
that?”

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, but there was a quick flare of interest
in her downcast eyes that her employer did not see.

“Where’s Miz Blodgett?” he questioned.

“Oh, she left for town a half-hour ago … thought you knew.”

“No, I didn’t,” there was an instant relaxation of his big body, a
subtle yet distinct alteration in the master-servant relationship
between the two. “Come here, Eula,” he said in a softer tone and the
woman obediently moved toward him to receive his embrace. He kissed her
full on the lips, forcing his tongue inside the warm wet cavern of her
mouth and sliding it back and forth in a lewd semblance of oral
copulation while his fingers rapidly undid the buttons of her uniform
and went familiarly to her straining breasts that were too large for
even his big hands to encompass. Below his belt he felt his cock jerk
and swell to instant hardness as he began to breathe in short, heavy
rasps.

“Come on, girl,” he muttered, “let’s go in the bedroom … I got some
business with you ‘fore she gets back.” Smiling loosely down at her, he
took Eula’s hand and guided it to his stomach, forcing her to grasp his
throbbing penis. Her dark eyes widened, though she knew well from
experience the inhuman dimensions of his instrument, and an involuntary
little shiver rippled over her body. Such was Blodgett’s dominance over
her that she could look forward eagerly to the things he would do to
her on the big king-size bed while never letting up for one second in
her steady hatred of the system which allowed her to become a mere
chattel and plaything of her corrupt employer so that he enjoyed her
body equally as often as her own husband. Eula liked to think that
every time Blodgett fucked her, she drained him of a little bit more of
his life fluid, his lewd sperm that he filled her belly with …
although he certainly seemed to have an endless supply of it … but
never mind, one of these days her time was coming! She still had a
simple faith that justice would be done.

They entered the exquisitely decorated master bedroom and Eula
automatically finished stripping, laying her clothes out neatly over a
chair. He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her, eyes sliding
lasciviously over her dark perfection that was always so excitingly
forbidden to him that he had to have it again and again. “I want you to
suck me off, Eula,” he instructed her exactly as one might tell the
maid how to go about polishing the silver, “yes, sir, that’s what I
crave today.”

Eula dropped to her knees in front of him and settled back on her
haunches as she reached out to take the blood-filled, lust-thickened
penis and guide it toward her lips that were already forming a soft
oval to receive the hard bulbous head. As her pink tongue flicked out,
the woman found that a totally irrelevant thought was running around in
her head. I wonder, she puzzled, what this business is with Miz Denham?

* * * * *

John Blodgett was annoyed and snappish on Monday morning. He was first
angry with his wife, Lauralee. They had gone to an intimate dinner
party on Saturday evening and she had proceeded to get drunk, which in
itself was no surprise except that this time she had exceeded her own
limits … continued to drink all day Sunday and was right now at home,
sick as a dog, with Eula in constant attendance. It was messy and he
didn’t like it, particularly at this period when they were starting a
new life, as it were, in Florida. A drunken wife was not a social asset
and Blodgett was a man who relied heavily on social contacts to set up
his various deals and schemes. He had perceived that the Florida resort
community would be filled with wealthy retirees and vacationers …
just the sort of people whom a little old country boy could help to
separate from some of their money.

Secondly, he was angry because Sally Denham had telephoned again, in
fact had called several times … and he was going to have to take some
positive action on that situation, collect his bet from Lee and dump
the Denhams, both husband and wife. He knew by now that they were types
who would only cause him trouble of they remained in Quiggville.

The bet was only going to bring him ten dollars, but he never liked to
lose a wager and besides, the satisfaction of showing Lee Quigg that
the snotty piano teacher had ended up like any whore — flat on her
back with her legs spread — that was worth a hell of a lot more than
ten bucks. In fact, musing on Sally’s downfall which he had single-
handedly brought about did quite a bit to improve his irate disposition
as he drove to town. He was smiling as he entered the bank and strode
into his brother-in-law’s paneled office.

Lee Quigg leaned back in his swivel armchair and surveyed Blodgett’s
faintly dissipated countenance. “Say, John — Mrs. Denham’s been trying
to get in touch with you. She’s called here twice this morning
already.”

“Hell,” Blodgett growled with a knowing grin, “don’t you think I know
she’s trying to get in touch with me? Reckon she wants some more of
that good cock I gave her the other day,” he winked obscenely at the
younger, weaker man.

“That’s not what she said,” Lee observed mildly.

“OK — what’d the bitch want?” Blodgett walked to the well-appointed
bar and poured himself a generous slug of raw Jack Daniels whiskey.

“She wants to know about the loan. Just what did you promise that girl,
anyway, John?”

“Christ, what does it matter?” the big man tilted his head back and let
the fiery liquid run down his throat to warm his vitals. “Promise ’em
anything give ’em cock. Lay your ten dollars down, Lee, I aim to
collect that bet today,” he winked again. “She leave her number?”

Lee pushed a slip of paper toward him and he picked up the phone and
dialed. “Sally? This is John speaking. Yes, I’m over here at the bank
right now and Lee, Mr. Quigg, would like to have a little talk with
you. No, we don’t need Ray at this point — you just slip over here and
come right back to Mr. Quigg’s office. We’ll be expecting you. No,
there are some, uh, points that we want to go over first. All right?”
Securing her acceptance, he replaced the receiver and then drew a ten-
dollar bill from his wallet and laid it on the gleaming mahogany
surface of the desk.

“Hmmmmm, I think your original words were, ‘five’ll get you ten’?” Lee
Quigg pointed out, hesitating as he pulled his own wallet from his back
pocket.

“Why be cheap about it?” John Blodgett shrugged, “isn’t it worth ten
bucks to get into something like Sally Denham? How long has it been
since you screwed anybody ‘sides Liz?”

Quigg grimaced at the mention of his puritanical wife and laid his own
crisp green bill on top of the other. By God, it made his pecker jump
just thinking about Sally’s cute little ass swaying the way it had on
the dance floor at the country club the other night. She couldn’t get
here quick enough to suit him …

Nevertheless, it was to be several minutes before Sally was ready to
leave her place. She’d been doing the laundry and of course was not
properly dressed as the wife of a young businessman, calling on the
president of the bank. It had required time to change clothing and to
freshen herself up a bit. She checked her watch nervously … ten o’
clock. It was not likely that Ray would come up before noon and she
could say she’d been shopping, if he missed her. God, if only this
wasn’t such a small town!

There were long lines at the teller’s windows in the bank and no one
seemed to notice Sally as she made her way to the rear of the main room
until one of the secretaries pointed the way to her. “Just go right on
through, Mrs. Denham, Mr. Quigg’s expecting you.”

“Thank you.” Sally entered a thickly carpeted hallway. She was quite
surprised at the plush atmosphere of Mr. Quigg’s office … it was
furnished almost as a library or living room. In place of the customary
filing cabinets and steel furniture there were gracious colonial
pieces, big chairs and period lamps. Recorded music played softly in
the background.

She had not seen John Blodgett since — since that day — and the sight
of his handsome figure came as a shock, arousing as it did those
incredible memories of the event she hoped to forget eventually.

“Well, here’s little Miz Denham,” he said with his bland joviality.
“You doin’ all right, Sally?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak, and also inclined her head
to Lee Quigg whom she did not know well. The blonde good looks of his
twin sister had been transmuted in Lee to a rather weak handsomeness in
a slim, wiry frame. He had only a pale echo of his twin’s vitality and
was nowhere near so forceful as his brother-in-law either. Still, he
was the Quigg heir and the president of this financial institution and
thus someone to be reckoned with in his own right. Smiling pleasantly
at her, he pressed a little button on his desk. “Nell? We’ll be in
conference. No interruptions, please, I don’t care who calls.”

“Have a seat, Sally,” Blodgett invited, “and I’ll just fix us all
somethin’ cold to drink.” She sank into an overstuffed chair and
watched him work at the bar with its small built-in icemaker, mixing
three potent drinks which he handed around.

“Are the papers ready?” Sally asked, determined to conduct affairs in a
businesslike manner. She assumed that Blodgett would not have told Lee
about what had taken place in her apartment … as Lauralee’s brother,
he could hardly approve of extra-marital affairs or so she naively
thought.

“Not quite,” John answered, seating himself on the arm of her chair and
placing his arm over her shoulder, “that’s why I called you over,
honey. It seems there’s a matter of a little more … collateral …
that has to be put up.” The pretty nervous bride stiffened and looked
from one man to the other.

“But you promised –! Don’t think you can back out of this, John
Blodgett. I intend to hold you to our agreement,” she looked him full
in the face, purposefully.

“Don’t you go gettin’ on your high horse, now,” he chided softly, but
the threat was distinct in his gravelly voice. “I made my
recommendation to Lee here, but he says it’s pretty irregular, makin’ a
loan to folks that don’t have any money or collateral and he’s not sure
the Board will stand for it unless he sort of comes out strong and rams
it down their throats. ‘Course he could lend the money private, if he
was of a mind to …”

“Would you do that, Mr. Quigg?” Sally asked bravely. Suddenly she felt
John Blodgett’s large hand reaching down the open V-neck of her dress
while at the same time he bent his head to hers and kissed the pearly
lobe of her ear, running the tip of his tongue around the shell-like
configuration of her ear. She gripped the chair-arms in shock and
embarrassment. To her amazement, Lee Quigg did not seem to find John’s
behavior at all surprising. In fact, he watched avidly, his cold
banker’s eyes lighting with salacious lust as Blodgett further
displayed his domination over the helpless woman by continuing to
rummage in her dress until he had secured her left nipple in his
fingers and began to tweak it to painful hardness. Sally’s pale face
flooded with crimson as the blood rushed to her cheeks. She wanted to
leap up, to strike Blodgett … pummel him with her fists, but she
couldn’t make a move and sat mesmerized with the awful knowledge that
everything, he was even abetting John Blodgett in his lechery and
blackmail! Most incredible of all, on the other side of the heavy
office door the business of Quiggville was going on just as usual,
without a single citizen to know or to care that an innocent woman
could be terrorized … or worse … by the town’s two leading
businessmen and that it could take place right in the bank manager’s
office!

Beads of perspiration broke out on Sally’s forehead as Quigg pushed
back his chair and began to walk toward her, his fingers twisting
together in anticipation. Oh God, God, God … her breasts were rising,
straining the taut fabric of her dress and she could not control their
erotic stimulation under the roughly pinching fingers of John Blodgett,
any more than she could stop the sudden feathery twinges that were
descending from the erogenous zone of her breast down to the “vee”
between her legs.

The fact was that Sally Denham had not had any more sexual satisfaction
since that day in her living room with Blodgett and the big German
shepherd. A few days later she had permitted her husband to make love
to her, but the experience had, if anything, been even more of a
failure than usual. She’d been so terrified that he could somehow guess
she was a changed woman, and that another man had succeeded in arousing
the passion that her own beloved Ray had never been able to, that she
lay in his arms like a stone. Ray had finished with her quickly,
satisfied his own needs and left her unrelieved, yet still aching with
pent-up emotion and an agonized wish for the ultimate sensation she had
enjoyed with her husband’s boss.

She did not want Blodgett … she hated him more than ever for his
cruel ravishing of her and the further subjugation of forcing her to
copulate with his dog … but as his lewd hands once more roamed at
will over her body she could not help being aroused and much more
quickly than on the first occasion. His free hand was now caressing the
soft contours of her flat belly, causing her to wriggle her buttocks
deeper into the chair and clamp her thighs together tightly in a vain
effort to stop the ripples of prurient desire that were weakening her
loins. The warmth of the whiskey which she had drunk too hastily was
also spreading rapidly through her veins and contributing to her
unwanted excitement.

Lee Quigg stopped in front of her chair and smiled down at her obvious
discomfort, his thin lips pulled back over even white teeth. By God, he
was thinking enviously, you had to hand it to Big John! He had
delivered the pretty, snotty little piano teacher just as he bet he
would. It sure did beat everything the way his brother-in-law could
come up with women you’d never dream would fuck with anyone but their
husbands … this Sally looked like she was getting ready to cry, but
he had no doubt she’d go through with it and even wind up enjoying it
before they got finished with her. That was the beauty of having money
and power … there was always another bitch who needed some of what
you had and would make a trade of what she had. And, Christ, he
couldn’t remember another piece of tail who had more than this one to
offer! If she didn’t get what she came for — the loan — at least
she’d get a good fuck thrown into her, which in Quigg’s opinion was all
a woman ever needed anyway. They had no place trying to mess around
with business deals.

“You see, honey,” John was explaining to Sally as his hand reached the
hem of her short dress and inexorably slipped under the cloth and
upward along her naked thigh, “Lee here is cutting himself into our
arrangement … share and share alike … and since he’s the one with
the funds, I advise you to go along. You might even enjoy it,” he
winked at her as his palm found the tender inner side of her thigh and
established an intimate stroking contact that sent delicious little
tingles upward to the center of Sally’s vainly resisting womb. She was
aware that her panties were damp from the unwanted secretion that was
seeping from her warmly aroused vagina in automatic response to
Blodgett’s obscene titillation. Her mind grappled with this new
information … Lee Quigg wanted to sample her, too … somehow, it was
hardly even surprising … there were few shocks left anymore, as her
world seemed to disintegrate around her in spite of her well-
intentioned efforts to manage her own and her husband’s future. Wearied
by the unrelenting pressure they were forcing upon her, she suddenly
threw her head back proudly and laughed.

“So Mister Quigg wants something, too, does he?” Well, why not? Why the
hell not? Just tell me when, and where.”

“Why, right now,” the younger man chuckled, hands already going to his
belt.

“Here.”

“Here?” she blinked. “Y-you must be insane. We can’t do it here.”

“Lock the door, John,” Lee instructed, and Blodgett reluctantly
withdrew his hand from Sally’s open legs. She remained as she was,
knees apart and skirt pushed up around her hips so that the edge of her
virginal white panties was visible. Her wide-eyed magnetized gaze was
drawn irresistibly to Lee Quigg’s long hard penis which he had drawn
from his open fly. The obscene sight shocked her into abrupt
realization of her position and that he was planning to put that thing
up inside her … now, here. She shivered, unable to tear her eyes away
from the ridged, blue-veined shaft that was standing spear-like
straight out from his loins. Sensing again her own wetness, the trapped
young housewife ground her hips frantically downward in a vain attempt
to soothe the maddening tingle of her throbbing cuntal slit. Her
pitiful supply of courage was rapidly deserting her and she regretted
her attempt at brazen acceptance of the fact that she had to let Lee
Quigg make love to her, also. But God, what else could she do but see
the nightmarish thing through? What difference did it really make if
one more man put his thing in her and pumped her full of his lewd
sperm?

“Stand up, girl,” Quigg was massaging his long staff into even greater
hardness, pulling back the thick foreskin to expose the bulbous head of
his aching cock. “I want to see all of you.”

It took but a moment to remove Sally’s clothing, with Blodgett helping,
and then she stood stark naked in the middle of the office before the
two men, slight gooseflesh dappling her creamy skin as she shivered in
the cool air-conditioned atmosphere while perspiration still continued
to dampen her flushed, beautiful face.

“Oh, Jesus, will you look at that!” Quigg exclaimed in something akin
to awe. She was perfection, this tall girl with the voluptuously
proportioned breasts and slender waist … the long, long legs … the
mysterious little triangular mound of her sex. His cock throbbed as he
surveyed her, and he placed one hand on her hip, just where it began to
curve, and moved closer, his stiff cock pressing against her thigh
while his hands slipped to her tense, flat stomach and began to massage
it. His face loomed above her, so close she could feel his warm
whiskey-laden breath. Sally could not deny that he was producing an
unwelcome fascination deep within her, his hands were strangely
comforting in their warmth, while the feel of his penis as it poked
close to her dilating vagina, instigated a thrill of erotic sensation.
Then, he moved his hands to the ripely swelling mounds of her breasts,
thumb tips pressing the nipples in. As she stared down at the
unfamiliar hands manipulating her breasts, she was engulfed in a
consuming wave of passion that ripped away her flimsy defenses.

“God, you are a luscious thing!” Lee muttered, and his mouth closed
over one berry-like nipple. Sally thought her body had taken fire as he
began to suck. She squirmed and wriggled automatically spreading her
legs apart to the cool wafting breeze of the air-conditioning. His hand
snaked down and parted the hair-fringed lips of her heated cunt, gently
slipping his middle finger into its wetness. As she wrenched her hips
against the probing finger, a sense of shame fleetingly overcame the
young wife even as the prurient quivers rippled through her loins while
he slowly probed deeper and deeper into the moistly pulsating cavern.

Sally groaned aloud in her struggle against his burning lips at her
breast and the tantalizing finger in her tingling cunt. “Ohhhh …
ooooh,” she whined helplessly as he kept up his assault on her exposed
body. “Ooooohh … yes … please!”

“Come on … I’ll … fuck you on the couch,” he grunted.

As always the obscene word caused an inward reaction in Sally, but this
time it excited more than repelled her and she hissed back at him,
“Yesss!” and he eased her backward and down, down. She saw him kneeling
over her, his face a mask of carnal lust, and her eyes slid downward to
the rigid penis jutting angrily from his abdomen. She gaped at it in
utter misery, filled with shame as she once again realized what she was
about to do and hated her own naked body that lay willingly stretched
out under him. But as she looked, the unmistakable pull of desire
gripped her loins. The purplish head of his monstrous cock looked like
a giant fist … big enough to split her apart … God, she couldn’t
take that in her … never!”

“Oh God,” she wailed forlornly as he dropped down on her and the
hardness of his rod surged against her belly like a cudgel. She quaked
beneath him, gasping as he guided his rock-hard shaft to the passion-
wet entrance of her vagina, using the smooth bulbous head to separate
her fringed cunt lips. The electrifying instant of contact with his
male organ sent shudders of pleasure racing through her spread-eagled
body. She hardly dared move as he continued to push against her tight
hole, causing intense pain as he stretched her sensitive skin.

“Ooooohh,” she moaned

He pressed forward again and the ponderous cock-head burst its way into
the warmly palpitating opening. “Please … you’re hurting me!” she
begged. “Please, no more!”

Quigg continued the violating impalement, his lust-engorged staff
slowly moving inch by torturing inch up into her unwilling vagina. As
he settled down upon her she thought she would burst from the pressure
which filled her so completely that she could feel every corded wrinkle
of his penis that cruelly stretched her vaginal walls. He lay quiet for
a second, then flexed his cock and plunged deeper into her writhing
young belly.

“Aaaaagggghhhhh!” Sally groaned up at him, but then as her desire-
inflamed pussy gradually adjusted itself to the barbaric bulk of his
penis, her whimpers of pain changed unobtrusively to mewls of pleasure.
Quigg began a rocking motion of his hips that sent his swollen rod of
male flesh crushing into her vagina until the blood-gorged head pounded
cruelly against her cervix. He stroked back and forth in ecstatic
rhythm. Jesus, her fucking cunt would drive a man out of his mind!

Sally began to move her hips in harmony with his, while from her mouth
emitted unmistakable sounds of her building passion. She had forgotten
everything for the moment, everything but Quigg’s thick cock buried
deep inside her … fucking her. Her body reacted automatically to the
stimulating thought, and lewd words escaped from her own panting lips.

“Come on, come on,” she hummed, “fuck harder … fuck me harder!” Her
own use of the obscene term further excited her and she gasped with
delight as Quigg reached up under her grinding buttocks and jerked them
up even tighter to his hard thrusting loins. The passion incensed young
housewife drove her throbbing wet split desperately up against his
pounding hardness, all pain forgotten and lost in the unbearable bliss
of the moment. Gurgling, velvety sounds burst from deep in her throat
as her taut-muscled legs flailed out on either side of his long,
spearing cock.

Her husband Ray had never been like this, or even Blodgett … there
had never been such intense feeling as this, and she never wanted it to
end. Sally wanted more, much more … all there was. She was an
adulteress, she knew it, she was a whore … perhaps a slave … but
God, at least she was a woman. A woman lying under a man and letting
him ram his big cock right up into her womb, and oh, oh, oh … it was
so good!

The two on the couch had forgotten that they were being watched — if
indeed they cared at all, so absorbed were they in satisfying their own
lewd pleasures.

After locking the office door, Lee Quigg’s brother-in-law had poured
himself another drink and sat down to sip Jack Daniels while he
salaciously reveled in his voyeur’s role. John Blodgett could not sit
still very long under such obvious erotic pressure, though, and he soon
set down his empty glass and moved over nearer to the low, massive
couch for a closer look at the action. His own penis was jumping wildly
as he pulled over a footstool and settled his big body down on it, legs
apart. He licked at the corners of his mouth, grinning loosely as he
leaned forward to see better Sally’s hair-lined cunt where it was split
by the glistening, angry red cock that was rhythmically burying itself
to the hilt up between her fleshy, wide stretched lips. Lee’s balls
swung lewdly between his legs, slapping resoundingly against the
hapless young girl’s full, upthrust ass cheeks. God, she was taking a
pounding from him and still begging for more … if Lee couldn’t
satisfy her, he damn well could, Blodgett mused, and would! His fingers
slipped to his bulging fly … he’d had a hard on ever since the little
whore walked into the office and right now his cock felt like it was
going to erupt if that son-of-a-bitch Lee didn’t hurry up so he could
have his turn at her.

Perspiration poured from the girl as she struggled toward her climax,
and her contorted features were hardly recognizable … her neck
muscles were distended and her soft red lips opened and closed with her
passionate, subservient moans. A drop of saliva glistened in the tiny
corner of her mouth.

Jesus H. Christ, what was he waiting for, Blodgett marveled? Hot as she
was, let her service both of them at once … he’d fill her at one end,
Lee would fill her at the other. Hastily, he unzipped his pants and
brought out his tremendously swollen instrument that was dusky red with
his charged, hot blood. He moved purposefully toward her bobbing head,
his hotly throbbing cock extending from his loins at a forty-five
degree angle … the couch was low, exactly the right height, in fact
… John Blodgett lowered himself to his knees and presented the
writhing Sally with the smooth tip of his aching male flesh, dipping it
before her shocked, startled eyes.

God, she couldn’t comprehend, at first, what he was doing … she could
only gape at the huge bulbous head with its tiny gland oozing a lewd
drop of pre-cum. Involuntarily she reacted by drawing her lips back
over her teeth and cringing from the menacing shaft even as the mere
sight of it caused lustful thrills to shoot through her sex-starved
body. Then, suddenly, it dawned on her what he wanted … he wanted her
to put his penis in her mouth … taste it … suck it! Had not Quigg
already aroused her to the point of near orgasm, Sally doubted if she
could ever have done such an unnatural thing. His cock, by its very
size, would choke her … gag her! Yet, she could not take her eyes
away from it as he guided it right up to her very lips. Her own little
hand unaccountably came up from her side and took over, grasping the
blood-engorged rod and steadying it, pulling it ever closer … she
drew a deep breath and slid out her tongue to touch the rubbery tip, so
hard beneath and yet so soft at first delicious contact!

She swirled her tongue tip slowly around the glistening cock-head until
it located the minute gland and dipped into it to savor the tiny drop
of seminal moisture. Her nostrils flared with excitement at the
forbidden taste and her fingers moved down the erect shaft, pushing the
foreskin gently back until the naked head stood out … she parted her
lips, wetting them with her tongue, and gradually slipped the spongy
head between them, rubbing it against the cushioned ridge of her teeth
… swallowing it further and further into the moist welcoming cavern
of her virginal mouth.

“That’s it, honey,” John Blodgett rasped, “suck it harder!” And he
began to move his hips slowly back and forth against her face. She did
suck harder, quivering with excitement at the perverted, debasing act
she was committing. God, how she must look with the two men impaling
her with their obscene cocks … it was unthinkable, and her cunt
pulsed ever faster as she did think of it while her mouth tightened
around the penis that was rammed so far into her mouth she could feel
the wiry pubic hair of John Blodgett brushing her cheeks.

As Sally Denham’s cunt spasmed under him, Lee Quigg battered her with
ever increasing force, pulling his shaft almost entirely out of the
velvety moist sheath and then lunging forward as her vagina sucked
voraciously at him with lewd wet smacking noises. His sperm-loaded
balls whacked against her tautly puckered anus, wet from the moisture
which was seeping from her cunt to run down the crevice between her
legs.

Fully occupied as she was, the tricked young housewife had yet time to
think with masochistic shudders of bliss that soon, any moment now,
John Blodgett would spew his sticky, white sperm into her mouth,
exactly as he would to some filthy whore. What would it taste like?
Could she take it? Her tongue swirled furiously over the near-exploding
hardness.

“Sweet Jesus!” John Blodgett clutched at her head, seizing the trailing
brown tendrils of her hair. He gave another stifled moan and pulled her
head up from the cushion driving it down on his aching member until all
that was visible of his cock was a little bit at the base where it
protruded from Sally’s voraciously ovalled lips. Suddenly, Sally felt
his penis begin to jerk inside her mouth.

Lee Quigg gaped in disbelief from his position over her as her throat
constricted … she swallowed … and then again, and again … gulping
down great torrents of the steaming hot sperm Blodgett was squirting
down her virgin throat. Her cheeks filled and hollowed obscenely as the
madly jerking penis emptied itself endlessly into the receptive cavern
of the girl’s sweet young mouth. She kept up her sucking motions,
draining him even as his deflating cock slipped from her mouth, still
dribbling sticky strings of the hot sperm which the enraptured girl
licked hungrily from her lips and the corners of her mouth. Below, her
own moisture flowed even faster, bathing Quigg’s pumping cock as it
slipped wetly in and out of her drenched pussy.

Quigg’s aching balls seemed ready to split asunder from the pressure
growing within them, and his head swam with the urgent need to shoot
his boiling seed into her. He fucked her with frenzied lust and she
cried out, but from the sheer pleasure of the battering he was giving
her which made her pant and cough ecstatically. Now he looked away from
her wet, contorted face and down at his burgeoning cock, gliding
smoothly in and out of her unbelievably insatiable cunt. God, he had to
cum soon or blow his mind. He rummaged beneath her sensuously gyrating
buttocks and poked with his middle finger at the tiny elastic hole of
her anus.

“Ooooohhh …” she exclaimed happily, “yes … yes … stick your
finger in!” and she jerked her buttocks forward against his finger,
aiding him to pop through the constricting ring into the spongy
interior of her rectum. “Ouch!” she squealed in pain, but then as her
virgin back passage became accustomed to the unnatural invasion, she
began not to mind and to feel acute pleasure from his debasing finger
stuck up her rectum while his wonderful hard cock plundered her
quivering belly.

Through the thin, muscular wall separating her vagina and rectum Quigg
felt his own pistoning shaft. He wormed the finger deeper, causing her
to writhe and grind her pussy up and down on both impaling instruments.
“Oh … oh … ooohhhh,” Sally chanted, flexing her long silken legs,
toes curling, head thrust back.

“I think … I feel … God, yes, it’s happening … I’m cuming again
… I’m going to cummmmmmm!”

Sally’s limber body jack-knifed beneath Quigg, mouth open in a
continuous sobbing wail of delight and her cuntal walls sucking
hungrily as her pussy gushed forth its liberated sticky cum to bathe
his plundering length. Spurred almost to madness by her climax that
seemed unending in its intensity, Quigg burrowed deeper into her
seething slit, slamming her flaming pussy with every ounce of his
strength until he felt the rush of his own bubbling hot cum shoot from
his balls and race up his shaft to spray wildly out the tip, and he was
lost in a hot deep pool of sensuality as his cum blended with her’s in
the overflowing interior of her warmly clasping vagina.

Her firm young body collapsed beneath him although still impaled on his
throbbing rod of flesh that was only now beginning to soften, its
mission accomplished. He levered up on his arms and pulled backward out
of her with a faint sucking noise, and Sally purred deep in her throat
with satisfaction. She was dimly conscious of the slow trickle of semen
that dripped from her slit to wet the cushion under her buttocks.

Chapter 5

A few minutes later when she had sufficiently recovered her senses,
Sally Denham sat up. Both men, she observed, had cleaned themselves up
in a small adjoining powder room and she now walked with all the
dignity she could muster into the little tiled enclosure to wash her
face and try to make herself presentable enough to leave the bank. She
came out of the room and began to dress silently.

“Here,” John Blodgett helped her with the zipper of her dress and Quigg
collected her shoes and purse. They seemed to want to be quickly rid of
her, but she had inherited the stubbornness and tenacity of her New
England ancestors and was not about to leave without the thing she had
come for.

“Now,” she eyed the brothers-in-law coolly, “when can Ray take over the
drugstore? Are the papers ready?”

Lee Quigg raised his light blonde eyebrows and shrugged, obviously
washing his hands of the whole business. Blodgett’s husky voice dropped
to a patronizing tone. “Honey, I did exactly what I promised. I asked
Lee to approve the loan, I pestered him about it. But I’m afraid
there’s too much risk involved. He’ll go maybe as high as fifteen
thousand, if you can raise the rest someplace else. Now, I’m real
sorry, but that’s it.”

There was absolute stillness, except for the piped-in music and the
steady hum of the air conditioner. Sally Denham’s small chin went up.
She stared with utter contempt first at John Blodgett, then let her
withering glance rest on Lee Quigg.

“That isn’t good enough,” she said at last, “you’ll have to do better
than that, gentlemen. Because if you don’t … everyone in Quiggville,
Tennessee is going to hear about you two — starting with my husband!”

She swung her purse defiantly over her shoulder and started to walk
out. Lee Quigg stopped her. “Hold on, Sally. L-let’s not do anything
hasty. As a woman, you have the most to lose if there was any, uh,
scandal.”

“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong,” she smiled like a cat in cream,
“because if we don’t get the drugstore, Ray and I will simply pull up
and move somewhere where no one’s ever heard of us, and make a fresh
start. It’s you two who will have to live the scandal down right here.”

John Blodgett stepped in between them, taking Sally by the arm. “We’ll
talk it over some more,” he agreed. “Here, you wait in the Board Room,”
he unlocked the door and steered her rapidly down the hall, pushing her
into another room. “Give me a few minutes with Lee — I’m going to do
what I can, Christ, I’m trying …” he pulled the door to let her in
and left the wearied girl staring at the gleaming bare surface of the
long table and the twelve stiff empty chairs that surrounded it. After
a moment of indecision she sat down at the head of the table … no
longer believing anything Blodgett said, but still not wanting to leave
as long as any chance remained … she put her face down against the
cool, almost sensual smoothness of the table and closed her eyes. Did
she have the courage to tell her husband what she’d done? She wasn’t
sure. God help her, she wasn’t sure of anything any more.

Lee Quigg had started in accusingly on his brother-in-law as soon as
Blodgett re-entered the office. “Oh, buddy, you bought us a peck of
trouble this time. What are you gonna do about her? She’s really mad,
John, she’s not like the others. You know Ray Denham is just liable to
take a shotgun to us?”

“Shut up,” Blodgett rasped savagely, “that bitch isn’t going to run and
tell her old man she put out to both of us, she’s not that crazy …”
He snapped his fingers, “Got it!” He picked up the telephone and dialed
swiftly, talking fast as his number rang. “What we have to do is
discredit her, that way if she does tell no one will believe her …
Hello, Eula? Get me Tully, and this is important! Get him on the line
just as fast as you can.” He mopped at his brow with a handkerchief as
he waited. There was an intercom system connecting the main house with
the dairy barn, and in a few seconds the line clicked and Tully, the
man who managed the farm, spoke into the receiver.

“How fast can you get into town?” Blodgett barked into the telephone.
“OK, here’s what I want you to do. Drop whatever you’re doing, and
bring me some of that Spanish Fly — that’s right, what you’ve got for
the cows — and bring it in here to me at the bank. Not my office, I’m
downstairs in Quigg’s office. And Tully — you hustle, you hear?”

A dazed, comprehending expression crept over Lee Quigg’s weak face as
he listened to the conversation and absorbed its implications. “John,
what are you thinking of? You aren’t going to use that stuff — you
aren’t going to give Spanish Fly to that girl in there? John, that
stuff is dangerous, it can be poisonous to humans!”

“Give me some credit for not being a fool,” the other man answered.
“She’ll get just enough. I didn’t reckon on giving her what it takes to
make one of those cows of mine hot, ’cause we already know it doesn’t
take too much of anything to get the little bitch that way. Tully’ll be
here inside of fifteen minutes. He knows how to floorboard that pickup
truck, so calm down. Christ, I’m the one with high blood pressure and
you’re sweating like a mule!”

They lit cigarettes and waited and in a few minutes there was a rap on
the door and Tully entered. He was a burly southerner of the type often
referred to as a “red-neck,” who had worked for Blodgett for years and
was well acquainted with his employer’s tastes and quirks. He handed
over a little packet and received a shot of whiskey for his trouble,
then was told to wait for a further errand. Lee Quigg watched dubiously
as Blodgett measured out a portion of the aphrodisiac into a glass and
added liquor, soda and ice. “Go get her,” he grinned lewdly, swirling
the glass.

For some reason Quigg assumed his professional bank manager’s attitude
when he went to call Sally. “All right, Mrs. Denham, will you come into
my office now?” She rose and followed him warily. To her surprise a
stranger, evidently a farmer, was sitting in one of the big chairs.

“It’s all right, Sally,” Blodgett remarked, “this is Tully Fairchild,
he works for me and we can talk in front of him. Here, let’s have a
drink all around to show there’s no hard feelings. I guess you’re going
to get your way, little lady …” the patent falseness of his tone went
unnoticed by Sally, she was so wrung out from her experiences and
mental anguish. “I want you to go home now. Mr. Quigg is drawing up the
papers, just like you wanted …”

“Then I can tell Ray?” she broke into a smile of relief, happiness and
a sense of victory flooding her entire being.

“Hadn’t you better let Lee call him? So’s he won’t wonder how you came
to hear about it first?”

“Oh … oh, of course. I don’t want Ray to know that I … that I had
anything to do with it. But there’ll be no more tricks!”

“Ray will get a call,” he assured her solemnly, “within the half hour.
And I hope that you and I will be seeing each other again … from time
to time.” His steely eyes raked her with the bold assumption of mastery
over her will, and she dropped her own eyes in confusion, unable to
repress the little twinge of excitement that cascaded from her belly
down to her genital area. She had accepted the drink rather
reluctantly, but now she sipped at it and thought fleetingly that it
must have been mixed by Quigg … the proportions or the ingredients
were different, giving it a peculiar flavor. She was aware of the man
Tully’s gaze on her and wondered vaguely why they had admitted him to
the office when Quigg had left instructions they were not to be
disturbed. She continued the polite charade which was rather ludicrous
in view of the intimacy the three had recently shared, and shook hands
with the brothers-in-law as they ushered her out.

Her legs, as she crossed the square, seemed not quite connected with
her body so that it was difficult to walk in a straight line. When she
got home she would wash her face with cold water and fix some strong
black coffee … she had to get sobered up … actually, she hated
liquor and didn’t care if she never drank it again.

On reaching the sanctuary of her apartment, however, Sally didn’t get
around to making the coffee right away. She lay down on the bed with a
cold washcloth over her brow to relieve her sudden light-headed, dizzy
feeling. She must change her clothes … her panties felt horribly
sticky and damp. Sally sat up and removed her dress and slip, then fell
back on the bed again clad in nothing but her brassiere and panties.
Ray would be shocked to find her this way, but it felt so deliciously
cool and her skin was suddenly so hot, all over. She pictured Ray
standing there in the doorway, seeing her … and she unconsciously
spread her legs apart as her breath began coming faster. When he saw
her lying there he would naturally want to make love to her, and she
could imagine his erection … his great, long cock standing out from
his wiry black pubic hair.

“Oooooohh,” she murmured sensuously, her hand moving to slip under the
narrow waistband of her panties and massage the smooth tense flesh of
her belly. She wanted her husband now as she had never wanted him
before, nor any man. She wanted him with her, inside her … oh, God,
she wanted his mighty cock to tear her apart and fill her … fill her
belly. She groaned again, dimly ashamed of her own self for the
unabashed wantonness of her thoughts, and this handling of herself such
as a naughty child might do for prurient pleasure. Her fingers crept
downward to her sparse female hair that was still soaked with her dried
cum and with sperm … God, with Lee Quigg’s lewd sperm!

Wriggling ecstatically, Sally separated her own soft cunt lips and
touched her middle finger to the tiny erect projection of her clitoris.
Lord, she was afire down there! What was happening to her, had she gone
sex-mad, shamelessly masturbating and violating herself this way? Oh,
Ray, she begged soundlessly, I need you, darling, I need you to fuck
me! It will be good this time, darling … so-o-o-o good … I’ll make
it good for you, just give me your wonderful cock!

With desperate fumbling haste she rotated her fingers around her
throbbing clitoris, but it wasn’t enough … she ground her buttocks
together in helpless lust and rammed her entire small fist up against
the burning flesh of her cock-craving pussy as the powerful aphrodisiac
in her bloodstream drove her, completely unaware of the cause, into
ever-increasing frenzy.

Chapter 6

As he entered the swinging door of the bank, Ray Denham was keeping his
fingers crossed, mentally. In recent days he had come to understand
that he was hoping to acquire the drugstore almost as much for his wife
Sally’s sake as for his own. At the party they had attended at the
country club, she had been so different … and it was only then he had
realized how routine and boring her life must have been since he
brought her here to Quiggville. The excitement of an evening out had
brought a sparkle to her he rarely saw, especially when she’d been
asked to dance so much and had chatted with the other wives. Of course
she’d had too much to drink, but he could even forgive that under the
circumstances. When — if — they began to earn a good income from the
drugstore, Sally could take her rightful place in the social life of
the tight little community and he himself could afford to be more
sociable and unbend a little from his driving “all work – no play
schedule. Everything depended on Lee Quigg’s decision … which he
would know in minutes now, after waiting so long.

Ray shook hands with the bank manager and nodded to John Blodgett as
they welcomed him into the office. Both men had been drinking and had
evidently been at it most of the morning, he thought, but their faces
were as sober as if they had recently taken the pledge. He sat down in
the indicated chair.

“Well, Ray, I didn’t mean to put you off so long,” Lee Quigg began,
“the fact is this has been a difficult loan application for me, one of
the most difficult ones that I reckon I’ve ever run up against.”

The somber tone of his voice warned Ray even more than the cautious
choice of words that his application had been rejected, and his whole
lanky body seemed to sag in defeat.

“The Board of Directors simply wouldn’t go for lending you any money,”
Quigg continued, “although John and I both spoke in your favor and did
what we could to change their minds. Now, that’s all I’m obligated to
tell you — that your application was turned down. But I feel I have a
… a moral obligation to give you the reason.”

“That’s all right,” Ray said bitterly, “I’m aware of the reasons — no
cash, no backing — no loan.”

“It wasn’t that Ray. You stand very high in the opinions of people in
this town. You’re a hard worker and a good manager … a fine credit
risk. And I’m sure that you don’t understand, or even suspect, why the
Board wouldn’t go along. I — well, damn it, this is kind of out of my
line …”

“What Lee is trying to say,” John Blodgett broke in smoothly, “is that
this is a very small town, Ray, where everybody knows just about
everything about everybody else. And it’s a very moral town … good,
church-going people. People that just don’t like to do business with
someone they feel is not one hundred percent up to those high standards
of behavior. Now I’m going to be blunt, sorry, because there’s just no
other way. Frankly, the general consensus of feeling around town is
that while you rate very high — well, your wife just doesn’t fit in as
a member of our strait-laced little community.”

This statement was so ludicrous that at first Ray was not sure he was
hearing right. Sally — not fit in Quiggville? Why, she was so far
above the average local housewife in brains, education, character, and
looks that there was not one woman he’d met here who could even come
close to her. In his amazement, he at first rationalized that someone
was jealous of Sally … maybe they had misinterpreted her natural
reserve for snobbishness. “You’ve got to be kidding!” he exclaimed.
“Christ, you know Sally. You know that’s the most absurd piece of
bullshit … who says she doesn’t fit in? For that matter, what’s her
personality got to do with it anyway?”

“Simmer down, Ray. We’re not talking about Sally’s personality … I’m
afraid it’s a hell of a lot more serious than that. It’s her morals
that folks are questioning.”

“Now, look here …” Ray came up out of his chair, one hand pulled back
into a fist.

“Hold on, hold on!” Blodgett cried quickly, “you got to listen to us
… We know how you feel. Do you think this is easy for me ‘n Lee to
do, talk to a man this way about his wife?”

“All right,” with a masterful effort that left his face white, Ray
controlled his temper. “So what are the local witches saying about
Sally? That she wears mini-skirts, I suppose? She doesn’t make it to
church every Sunday?”

“You better have a drink, Ray,” Lee Quigg interposed, and he fetched
one. “Now, I said all along maybe it’s a psychiatric problem. When I
first heard the talk I didn’t believe it either … I said it’s got to
be some kind of mental quirk that the gal can’t help …”

“Heard what talk?” the bewildered husband demanded, “what the hell are
you guys trying to say? What’s wrong with my wife?”

“The fact is,” John Blodgett’s voice dropped to a lower register and he
sat down opposite Ray and leaned forward confidentially, “she’s been
seen with various men. Some of them — I won’t name names — have
bragged about going out with her.”

Ray hurled his glass at the opposite wall, where it shattered against
the paneling, and leaped at his boss, nearly throttling him before Lee
Quigg succeeded in pulling him away and wrestling him to a halt. “It’s
true, Denham!” Quigg rasped. “It’s all true. Get ahold of yourself,
now. Why the hell would we be telling you this if it wasn’t the truth?”

Blodgett’s purpling face slowly regained its normal ruddy hue. “Y’see,”
he pointed out, “we could have just turned down the loan, but we
figured a man ought to know about it when his wife is putting out.
Naturally the husband is always the last poor son-of-a-bitch to find
out.”

“It can’t be,” Ray said at last, groping his way to a chair as the room
seemed to spin around him and their faces and voices blurred. “It can’t
be!” His Sally, his sweet innocent bride … dating other men, causing
a scandal … cheating? He knew her better than that, knew everything
there was to know about her, loved her … worshipped her. She wasn’t
capable of such a thing. Never. “There’s a mistake somewhere,” he
declared. “Something has been … misinterpreted, blown up out of
proportion. I know Sally too well!”

“I pray you’re right,” John Blodgett said fervently, “but it looks bad.
Now that you’re takin’ the news a little better and more sensible-like,
I’m going to tell you the worst, Ray. They’re saying in the beer
gardens and joints around town that your wife is a nymphomaniac, that
she’ll take on anyone. They go right up to your place while you’re in
the store! I didn’t b’lieve it myself, Ray, hell, who could when they’d
met that sweet little gal? But when even the women got wind of it and
started yakking about the scandal — well, you know my office windows
look right out on the square?” Ray nodded, “I’ve seen it myself, son,
seen men, even young punk kids, going in at your door. Now that of
itself don’t prove anything … but it don’t look good, either.”

“No,” Ray shook his head, “Sally wouldn’t do anything like that in …
in our own house. There is an explanation, there must be. Maybe… I
thought her piano pupils were all girls, but t-there could be boys. One
thing, I’m going to find out what’s going on … and if you’ve
slandered my wife, I’ll sue you for every cent in this God damned
bank!”

“I’ve had my say,” the silver-tongued Blodgett looked pained at Ray’s
threatening statement. “There’s just one thing more. If you were to go
home right now, Ray, I think you’d find Sally with a visitor. I saw a
fellow go in just about the time you came over here.”

With a strangled exclamation, the young pharmacist leaped up and headed
for the door.

“Hold on!” Lee Quigg called after him, “John and I are coming along …
we don’t want any murders or mayhem …” They followed his loping pace
at a brisk trot, but could not keep up with the long, fevered strides
of the younger man. “Go on, Lee,” Blodgett panted, “I’m going to bring
Duke. All hell may break loose over there!” His car was handily parked
at the curb and it took only seconds to release the big German shepherd
from the rear. The dog bounded ahead as if he knew their destination by
instinct.

It would have been impossible to chart Ray Denham’s thoughts as he ran
half-blindly in the direction of his home, unseeing of cars that
narrowly missed him or acquaintances who spoke when he passed them with
his head down. He felt as though both body and mind were dissolving
into pieces, blown apart by the shattering suggestion that his young
bride was unfaithful … an adulteress … and in the eyes of the
righteous hypocrites of Quiggville, little better than a whore!

Never! He couldn’t accept it … there would have had to be some hint
… she couldn’t pretend to him, or live a lie like that, they were too
close. Besides, he of all people in the world knew that Sally was not
and never could be a nymphomaniac. She was, in fact, the next thing to
frigid! Sex caused a revulsion in her that he was well aware of, to his
sorrow, but that he had not been able to overcome with all his patience
and tenderness in approaching her.

He stumbled … a ghastly thought had taken possession of his reeling
mind. What if — he’d heard of such women — what if Sally had abnormal
desires? What if she could only be aroused by brutality, turned on by
violent sex? Unthinkable … but not impossible. But why, then, hadn’t
she sought his help, confided in him?

If she had been unfaithful, well, it was too much to contemplate what
he would do in such a case. He groaned in misery and apprehension as he
pushed open the unlocked first floor door. He stood there at the foot
of the stairs trying to compose himself sufficiently to … HE HEARD
VOICES UP THERE.

Christ, he wanted to run … take the steps three-at-a-time. But
drumming into him was the more dominant thought, easy … slowly …
don’t give her any warning, catch her in the act. He mounted the long
flight, cat-like.

Unreal. The bedroom door was wide open. They hadn’t even taken the
trouble to close the door. He moved in a vacuum, weightless … the
room became a giant bubble enclosing him and the couple on the bed …
no sounds intruded but their bestial cries as they urged each other on.

The foremost sight which presented itself to the incredulous eyes of
the cuckolded husband was the enormous muscular white rump of a man on
his knees, hunching over the softer, smaller buttocks of his partner,
spreading the stretched white moons cruelly apart. Between the man’s
legs his hairy balls hung down, dancing obscenely in the palpating
fingers of a little feminine hand … his wife’s hand.

The husband rocked back as though driven by an unseen fist, clutching
the doorframe for support. When he had partially recovered his senses,
he started to move forward again when his arm was seized from behind by
the wheezing figure of Lee Quigg who had just entered the doorway, his
eyes, too, bugging nearly out of their sockets.

The son-of-a-bitch is fucking her in the ass, Ray groaned, his vision
narrowing to the hardened pole of flesh that disappeared completely
into the stretched, red hole between her flattened buttocks, drawing
the tender pink ridges of anal flesh back on the outward stroke.
Sally’s face was not that of a frigid woman. Dear Jesus, no, she wasn’t
resisting the furious untamed strokes that pummeled her unprotected
ass-hole, she was undulating and waving her upraised buttocks
salaciously back on his god damn cock. In dazed anguish Ray stared down
at the incredible wanton performance of his wife, and to his sick
amazement, Ray felt his own cock jerk with unwanted lust at the lurid
sight of this huge stranger burying his endless cock deep into the
writhing buttocks of his helplessly kneeling wife. Christ, she was
reveling in her own debasement and being ass-fucked by this lousy brute
… now she had her own fingers up in her raging pussy and was yelling,
“Oh … Oh … Oh God! It’s wonderful! Fuck harder! Harder … fill my
belly with your cum! Fill me!”

“Jesus H. Christ,” the ejaculation burst from John Blodgett, who had
joined them, “look at her go,” he marveled, as they stared, rooted, at
the perverted coupling which was taking place before their incredulous
eyes.

Next time I give Spanish Fly to a bitch, I’ll take a turn at her first
myself, Blodgett was thinking. He wouldn’t have any further trouble
with either of the Denhams, he felt sure … Ray’s getting his proof
… all the proof a man would ever need to know that his supposedly
innocent wife was a whore … as for Sally, she’d never be able to hold
her head up in Quiggville when this one got around. There had been some
anxious moments, but his experiment had worked perfectly, after all. He
thought he saw great possibilities for the future use of the
aphrodisiac in keeping bitches like Sally Denham in line.

And then, suddenly, a slim-furred black and tan body slipped past the
three men and bounded right up on the bed with a joyous bark of
recognition of two people the dog knew well.

“Duke!” Tully paused to mutter in surprise. Where the hell had the dog
come from? Followed him and pushed the door open? But it would have
taken more than Duke’s presence to dislodge him from the girl’s wide-
stretched anus!

As for Sally, nothing else mattered in the world at that moment, only
the awareness that instead of feeling shame and humiliation from the
vile, unspeakable act he was submitting her to, she felt only an
uncontrollable desire to reach the peak that was building … building
tantalizingly deep inside her … and as he increased his assault into
her warm, spongy passage her belly and loins screamed for release.
Trickles of moisture inched down the gaping crevice between her
straining ass-cheeks and on down the backs of her thighs.

Whining softly, the great, well-trained dog nuzzled eagerly at the
naked shoulders of the woman whose scent he remembered … his mate.
Instinctive canine excitement had gripped his hairy flanks even as
every man watching was undeniably affected by the carnal vulgarity of
the spectacle on the bed. Had it been another dog pumping into Sally’s
willingly upthrust buttocks, there is no doubt Duke would have fought
it for supremacy and the right to plunge his own animal cock into her
… but in these circumstances he only panted and whined his distress
and backed his hind legs repeatedly against Sally’s kneeling form.

“Oh … Duke, boy,” she gasped out, raising her head to stare at the
red, shiny dart that was inching out of the dog’s long black sheath. He
was aroused … the dog wanted to fuck her, too, and why not, she asked
herself … they all wanted it — men … dogs … the whole world
wanted to fuck, and right now … Oh God … right now she felt as if
she could fuck the whole world and it would not be enough, she could
never get enough!

“Holy Christ!” Lee Quigg exclaimed, “Duke’s going after her … she
wants the God-damned dog, too, but there’s no room for him to get in.”

Shifting her weight to one arm, Sally suddenly and involuntarily
reached out, under the animal’s belly and touched the tapered, red, wet
point of his cock. It fascinated her so she had to feel it, had to help
the poor dumb beast to satisfaction … he deserved it more than these
filthy men who had used her body for every unthinkable purpose, Duke
was a hell of a lot nobler than they were. Patiently, as if he
understood her efforts to relieve him, the animal edged closer and
closer until the woman’s head was actually under his stomach and she
continued to carefully massage and play with his animal cock.

“Suck it, bitch! Suck it!” the lewd suggestion burst from Blodgett’s
curled, sneering mouth.

And she did. She simply opened her mouth and let the slender red point
insert itself between her sensually parted lips … right into her
mouth until it nearly touched the back of her throat and she began to
move her tongue experimentally around the strange presence, savoring
the sweet tangy taste. Excitement at the vile, disgusting thing she was
doing began to grow inside her as the length of the growing shaft began
to shoot into her mouth in regular rhythm. The perverted ecstasy of
being fucked from behind into her anus while the hard animal penis
sawed into her ovalled mouth nearly drove her insane. She wanted Duke
to squirt his canine sperm into her mouth … wanted to taste his hot
cum … and she sucked hungrily at his quivering cock while Tully
buried his hard length in the forbidden depths of her ravaged rectum.

Ray was nearly mad from the sight of the horrifying depravity taking
place in front of him, yet, perversely, his cock had swelled into
painful hardness that lay hotly against his stomach. His wife sucked on
and on at Duke’s furiously pistoning shaft while gutteral sounds of joy
purred in her throat.

Suddenly, Duke whimpered as his glossy, strong body began to jerk
convulsively and his haunches curved inwards. Sally’s mouth was flooded
with a hot, thick stream of sticky liquid which threatened to choke her
as it poured lewdly down her desperately swallowing throat.
Voraciously, she sucked and swallowed, gulping down the hot dog-cum as
Duke whined again and her whole self was filled with rapturous
masochistic feelings of unnatural joy. The organ began quickly to
deflate while she still held it between her clasping lips, and then it
withdrew from her and slipped back into its long sheath and the dog’s
warmth retreated from her.

Ray groaned inwardly as he watched his wife swallow the last pungent
drops of the animal cum, running the pink tip of her tongue delicately
around her lips to capture the last stringy drops. And then, suddenly
he saw her mouth open again, gasping, as she uttered a scream and began
to flail her head wildly from side to side, her matted, tangled hair
backs of her ther perspiration-soaked white shoulders. He sensed that
she was in the beginning throes of an orgasm, and he stared hypnotized
as she screwed her buttocks salaciously back against Tully’s bulk like
a rutting bitch dog. She screamed and moaned again and again as she
rammed back insanely. She had never dreamed that such wanton, abandoned
pleasure could exist in this world … she was gone!

Tully seized her white rounded buttocks as they began to contract
uncontrollably, signifying the intensity of her climax deep in her
quaking belly. He forced her waving ass to near-stillness and looked
down to see the thick white fluid that oozed out of her pulsating,
clasping cunt while her asshole squeezed his prick until he thought it
would blow apart.

“Aaaaaaaahhhhh … Oooooohhhh,” she moaned out her beautiful,
overwhelming release, rocked by diminishing spasms of unending bliss.

“S-h-i-i-i-t,” he mouthed, “I’m cuming!” and he rammed into her with
such force she thought his long prick would come up in her throat. She
felt him behind her jerking against her flattened buttock moons and
then a powerful surge of swirling, sticky sperm shot deep up in her
rectum, filling her, flooding her back passage. He gasped out a final
groan of relief and she felt him pulling back and out of her, until
suddenly there was a lewd popping sound and the cool blissful air
poured into the forever-stretched hole of her tortured anus. Her milk-
white buttocks gleamed wetly before the excited onlookers who could
look right up her fringed pink pussy slit with its wet, cum-soaked
pubic hair, as she fell forward limply, exhausted.

* * * * *

Eula Babcock had remained for a long time with her hand still on the
receiver of the telephone, trying to come to a decision. She had
overheard all of the brief conversation between Mr. Blodgett and Tully
Fairchild, and her alert mind told her that something unusual was
happening today, in town. She knew Blodgett, knew every evil nuance of
his warped personality and lust for power. She knew even better about
his other lust, the insatiable sexual appetite. No woman was too
important, nor too unimportant, for him to seduce.

What in heaven’s name did he want with the Spanish Fly? The stuff was
available to every farmer or breeder who had a legitimate need of it,
so why should he send Tully so hastily to fetch it? Whatever, she was
sure he was up to no good and she bet someone was going to get hurt.
She even could guess who that someone was.

But in a few weeks now she would be free … free for a long time and
maybe for good, of her despised boss. They were going to Florida for
the whole winter and she would come out to the big house only every
other week or so to check on things. And while Blodgett was away, Eula
intended to be sure she got pregnant. God, married four years now and
she’d never dared, never been able to stop taking the pill as long as
she worked in this household, because if she’d gotten pregnant there
would be no way of knowing for sure whose baby it was, her husband’s or
Blodgett’s!

Tears of shame welled up in her luminous eyes as she recalled for the
thousandth time the day she’d come to work here, fresh out of high
school and engaged to marry Luke Babcock … the day Blodgett had seen
her and wanted her. What chance had a poor little black girl had
against a man of his cunning? He’d owned her body just as surely as his
ancestors had owned their slaves a century ago. After her wedding she
thought he’d have the decency to leave her alone, but of course he had
no decency whatever … he simply controlled her now through her
husband … through Luke’s foreman’s job at the sawmill. There wasn’t
any union or job security at the mill and Eula knew he could make good
on his threat to have Luke fired, any time he felt like it. But he
couldn’t insist that she keep on working here if she was pregnant …
he’d have to let her go then!

Lord almighty, sometimes she’d felt so desperate about the situation
she’d even thought of killing him, God forgive her. The worst thing of
all was the loathing he’d created in her for her own weak self, making
her hate herself worse each time she let him use her body … because
he could always make her do it and make her enjoy it before he was
through fucking her, and he did … forcing her to beg him for it and
use dirty words … that was what gave him the biggest thrill of all, a
woman begging him for cock …

“Eula!” a petulant voice called.

She gave a guilty start and hurried into Miss Lauralee’s bedroom,
remembering that when the telephone rang she’d been about to replenish
the ice in Miss Lauralee’s ice bag.

Her mistress had tied a good one on this weekend, all right. Eula never
remembered her looking so bad or being so sick. She was still a
beautiful woman, even in her forties, why did she want to go ruining
her looks with booze? ‘Course being married to him was reason enough,
the pretty maid thought grimly, though she knew that was not the root
cause of Mrs. Blodgett’s alcoholism. That was probably boredom, as much
as anything, and as she often did, Eula felt a quick, genuine surge of
pity for the spoiled, wealthy woman who lay there in her exquisite
bedroom, sick as a dog. Miss Lauralee led a plainly useless life, and
everybody needed something useful to occupy themselves. Eula hoped it
would be better in Florida, and Mrs. Blodgett would find some new
interest there.

She entered the darkened room and moved methodically about her task of
taking ice cubes from the plastic bucket on the dresser and stuffing
them into the round ice bag.

“Who was that on the phone?” Lauralee murmured weakly from the bed,
squinting her red, aching eyes against even the dim light that filtered
through the heavy drapes.

“Mr. Blodgett,” Eula said shortly, “wanted to talk to Tully.”

She moved to her mistress’s side and gently smoothed back the blonde
hair that was piled high atop Lauralee’s small, well-shaped head. The
woman’s face was a sick gray beneath her deep tan and the absence of
any make-up revealed a network of fine, nearly invisible wrinkles at
the corners of her wide blue eyes, as well as a faint sagging of the
flesh beneath her tiny chin. Even like this, she could still be
considered attractive, particularly if one passed over the dull, ashen
face to the sun-browned body which was still youthfully firm and
slender. Beneath the filmy peach-colored nightgown the outlines of a
full swelling bosom were delineated, right to the dark, slightly
withered nipples. Her hands, with long blood-red nails in startling
contrast to the pastel shades of the room and the wan features of their
owner, twisted nervously in her lap. Very gently the maid lowered the
ice bag to the woman’s forehead, adjusting it to conform to her
browline.

“Fix me some tomato juice, will you?” Lauralee instructed. “Someone
told me the other day that tomato juice was good for a hangover. God,
it can’t hurt to try …” she grimaced in pain.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Eula said, “you want some toast with it? You got to try
to eat something.”

“No, not yet … I couldn’t. What’s the matter, Eula — are you
crying?”

“Why, no, Ma’am,” Eula brushed her cheek, trying to smile and failing.

“You are! Now, come on, what is it? I want you to tell me, Eula.”

“It’s nothing, honest. Just I was a little worried about somethin’,
that’s all.”

“All right, what are you worried about? I won’t be able to rest until I
know, so you might as well come out with it.” Lauralee was never able
to abide a secret, she had a child’s unquenchable desire to pry into
everything, whether it concerned her or not. “Is it because we’re going
away?”

“No’m, I’m just worried about somethin’ I heard Mr. Blodgett say …
just now, on the phone. I was listening,” she admitted, the wish to
share her secret terrible knowledge with someone else overpowering her
sense of discretion.

“Well, what did he say?” cried the exasperated Lauralee, wincing as
darts of pain shot through her skull.

“He told Tully he wanted him to fetch some Spanish Fly, ‘n bring it to
town right away, to the bank.”

“S-spanish Fly?” She could not help but smile slightly at the mention
of the stuff. The very words had a lewd connotation, of whispered
unmentionable things that passed furtively between children sharing
their back-alley-acquired sexual information and misinformation.

“What would that do to a woman, if she took some of that Spanish Fly?”
Eula inquired earnestly. It would set her crazy, wouldn’t it, Miss
Lauralee?”

“I-I don’t know. We used to hear things, when we were kids, but I never
knew of an actual cases … I know it’s dangerous to take too much,
though. But what makes you think of that? All the farmers around here
use it, so it’s not unusual that John would ask Tully to fetch some
…” but as she tried to make light of the girl’s suspicions, it
occurred to Lauralee that it was rather a funny request, and might
indeed be an indication of some deviltry. God knew, her husband was
capable of many things … Eula had no business listening on the
extension … probably did it all the time, listened to her calls, too,
the little sneak … but why the hell was she worried enough to cry
over it?

“I know, but Mr. Blodgett said …” the maid began fearfully, “he told
me the other day there was this certain lady who was givin’ him a hard
time about something and he was gonna have to do something about it. A-
an’ I wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to this lady … l-like the
others,” she added in a low, monotonous voice.

“What others?” through her jarring, all-pervading headache, something
was beginning to get through to Lauralee Blodgett that here was no
ordinary household crisis, but something deeper and darker, of ominous
proportions. She had long ago gotten used to Eula’s extraordinary
beauty, or so she thought, but now she was noting it all over again …
the flawless dusky skin … the body that was so harmoniously molded,
the thick black hair that glimmered in loose waves … the dark red,
trembling lips. She was almost positive now that Eula was making some
reference to the amorous exploits of her husband … well, she knew he
had them, had known for years that he would chase any skirt on the
horizon. They had had a sort of mutual understanding, never spelled out
but honored on both sides, don’t tell me and I won’t tell you. Because
she had done her share of playing around … seldom now, though. It was
such a small town and their friends were really a very limited circle
… not much opportunity for new conquests, and lately, with the
drinking, she hadn’t cared very much about the lack of different
talent. She’d always supposed John would have the sense to be discrete
about anything he got mixed up in … the Quigg name still counted for
something around here and marriage to her meant that he had to conduct
himself accordingly … John knew that. And if he’d been screwing Eula
behind her back, making a fool out of his wife in her own ancestral
home and creating gossip about them in town … she’d kill him, that’s
all … she’d kill him! And she goddamn well knew he had been screwing
the little bitch … else why would he discuss other women with Eula
… or Eula be scared out of her cotton-picking wits?

Forcing the excruciating pain of her throbbing head and the queasy
condition of her dry, empty stomach from her thoughts, she sat up
straight against the pillows, with a regal gesture. “Get me a drink,
you little fool!”

“Miz Blodgett! You hadn’t better have any whiskey yet!”

“I said to get me a drink.”

The harried black girl rushed to comply, seeing that Miss Lauralee was
determined to have it and knowing that thwarting her would only make
matters worse for herself. She brought back an old-fashioned glass half
full of whiskey and handed it silently to her mistress. Lauralee tilted
her head back and swallowed the liquid straight. A drop escaped from
the quivering corner of her parched lips and she wiped it away with the
back of a red-nailed hand. As the burning fluid coiled warmly within
her belly she felt steadier within seconds … her ragged nerves
steadying.

“Now, Eula,” she began in a more conciliatory tone, “there’s nothing to
be scared of. I’m not going to be angry with you, but I just want you
to tell me all about what’s bothering you … tell it right from the
beginning.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” the maid murmured, head down. An overpowering sense of
relief at the prospect of ridding herself of the burden of guilt nearly
overcame her. She started twice and had to stop. At last the words of
confession began to flow. “The beginning? … That was a long time ago,
Miss Lauralee. Yes, ma’am, the bad things have been goin’ on for a long
time …”

* * * * *

The best I ever had, Tully Fairchild told himself contentedly, the
absolute fucking best. He lay prone for several seconds, awash in the
euphoric sea of satisfaction and drained as he had never been before in
a sexual encounter. At last he moved, heaving his big frame clumsily
off the bed to reach for his hastily discarded clothing. In the
process, he half-turned around and he halted right there in a grotesque
position, and stared at the trio of men filling the doorway. Shit …
they’d fooled him good … he’d never figured on putting on no peep-
show. That cussed Blodgett and his brother-in-law had followed him over
here to gawk at the action … well, ‘tween him and the dog he guessed
they’d seen enough to raise a couple of good hardons! But by God, the
other guy — he was the fucking bitch’s husband!

Tully stepped backward, caught in the classic low-comedy position of
having his pants down … which sure as hell wasn’t too funny, after
all. He expected the guy to bust him one, or let fly with a load of
buckshot at any second … and if he had a gun it was all over, because
Tully hadn’t … his shotgun was out there mounted across the rear
window of the pickup, damn it all. So he tensed himself and waited …
one foot in his pants. Around here if a guy caught someone screwing his
wife, folks considered he had a perfect right to shoot.

Ray Denham had no gun, though, and Blodgett and Quigg were restraining
him from leaping on Tully.

“Best thing you can do, son,” advised his boss, “is pack up and get out
of town. Take her along, if you still want her after seein’ this …
ain’t no future for you here. I reckon you see now what we were talking
about?”

Sally had pushed herself up from the tumbled bed on hearing their
voices and now, propped on one bare arm, she was staring in terror at
the figure of her husband.

“Oh, Christ,” he muttered brokenly, “S-Sally … my God, Sally, how
could you do it?”

She wanted to cry out to him that she could explain, but what would
have been the use? After he’d seen, watched her suck a dog’s cock while
at the same time a man had fucked her in the ass … and her begging
for more … there could be no explanation that would ever satisfy him,
there was no explanation for her disgusting, unnatural behavior. God
knew, she herself was puzzled even as she did it, puzzled as to what
perverted compulsion had taken hold of her and guided her body against
her very own will … all she knew was that at the time, she had to
have cock or go out of her mind! Even now … even now when she’d had
her fill of more fucking than any normal woman could take … her cunt
still burned and twitched. Oh, yes, God help her, but it was true …
she would gladly take on another man right now, right this very minute!
What husband could understand that? She’d lost him, lost everything …
she was ruined.

And then, her eyes widened in absolute disbelief as yet two more
figures pushed their way into the boxy little bedroom. Lauralee
Blodgett, looking like the wrath of God with her blonde hair tumbled
and no makeup on her ravaged face, and behind her a voluptuously lovely
black girl in a crisp white uniform. Lauralee reached into the little
straw purse she carried and there was a gun in her hand when she
brought it out, a small but very lethal looking blue-black revolver.

“You son of a bitch,” the gun barrel came up slowly and leveled
unmistakably at her husband. “You low down white-slaver. No, don’t you
move — you’re not going anywhere … no one in this room leaves until
we hear the whole story! Now, John, who did you feed the Spanish Fly
to?”

“Lauralee, honey,” Blodgett’s voice was a pleading, ingratiating whine,
“you’re sick. You shouldn’t be out of bed! For God’s sake put the gun
away and let’s talk sensible.”

“You sent Tully to town with Spanish Fly, John,” his wife ignored his
remarks. “It was for Mrs. Denham, wasn’t it? You see, I know … but I
want to hear you say it …” the gun barrel wobbled noticeably and she
moved closer to her husband, close enough for him to smell the odor of
liquor and know she’d been on the bottle again. He looked down the
little hole that was no more than a half-inch in diameter and he knew
there was only the thinnest of threads separating him from death.

“All right! Yes … yes, I — we gave her just a little … didn’t do
her any harm, she’s all right … see? She’s all right!”

“Maybe,” Lauralee said cynically, “and are the others all right, too,
John? All the teenage girls and the young brides, like Eula here? Did
you leave them all in good condition when you got through with them?
You filthy bastard — I ought to kill you right now and make an end of
your miserable existence. You — dragging my family name through the
mud and disgracin’ us all … corrupting my brother, making him do your
dirty work for you … you lowdown white trash!”

John Blodgett’s handsome, confident features seemed to dissolve under
his wife’s venomous onslaught. He saw the imminent collapse of
everything he had built up so painstakingly over the years … his
influence destroyed … and then, a white-hot pain knifed through his
upper arm and seared into his shoulder. In seconds the muscles of his
chest were constricted with it … strangling his life breath … he
thought she had fired the gun, shot him down … but then he knew it
was something else squeezing him with agony.

Before their shocked eyes he crumpled to the floor, gasping, “Get Doc!
Get Doc!”

Chapter 7

The tobacco-brown station wagon nosed into an angled parking place at
the curb in front of the drugstore. In the back, Duke whined and
wiggled his sinuous form expectantly.

“No, boy,” Lauralee chided the big dog affectionately, “stay. I’ll only
be a few minutes, and then we’re going for a nice ride, OK?” The dog
sat down patiently.

She opened the door and stepped out gracefully, the flash of exposed
brown thigh drawing a flicker of interest from two loafers who were
ranged along the curb. She did not mind, and in fact deliberately let
her firm, round buttocks undulate a bit more than was usual as she
stepped up to the parking meter and slid a nickel into it. Then she
walked into the drugstore, quite aware of the ogling pair of eyes that
followed her progress. Well, Lauralee thought, if you can still get
attention at my age why not give ’em a little ass-wiggle or two …
brighten their day? Good for their morale as well as hers.

Her morale was high, and her contentment showed in the brisk,
purposeful way she entered the store, smiling at Miss Minnie as she
moved along the aisles, surveying the merchandise displays. The change
from the dark, dusty interior of the store as it had been never failed
to amaze Lauralee, although the remodeling had been completed for a
good two months now.

“Hi, partner!” she called out gaily as she approached the gleaming new
prescription counter. Ray Denham looked up from his desk with an
answering smile.

“Hello … partner.” There was a special warmth in his voice which
might have suggested to a listener that there was something more here
than a simple business relationship.

She really knew how to dress, Ray was thinking. A simple, expensive
button-down-the-front cotton dress that might have looked severe on a
figure that was less well-endowed. Ripe … that was the word. Ripe,
without an ounce of extra flesh … a figure that care and exercise had
made the equal if not the envy of the average woman fifteen years
younger than Lauralee Blodgett. The petulance and boredom had
disappeared from her face and her eyes were clear and sparkling.

She pushed through the little gate that led to the prescription
department, with a nod and pleasant word to the new assistant
pharmacist, and seated herself on Ray’s desk … one long tanned leg
swinging and the rather brief dress hiked up to a point on her thigh
that was barely decent.

“Well, how do the books look, partner?” Lauralee bent right over the
ledger so that the point of her full right breast nearly touched the
open page.

“Well, they look damn good … but it’s a bit hard to keep my mind on
the profit and loss statement with such, uh … distractions,” Ray laid
his pen down and deliberately let his hand rest against the warmth of
her flattened thigh.

“Mmmmmmmmmm,” she purred, glancing around the store to see if anyone
was watching and then wriggling closer to him as a loose, pleasant
feeling pervaded her lower body, “just keep on making money for us and
I won’t bother my head about the books. Do you know why I’m here,
darling?”

“Couldn’t keep away a moment longer, I reckon?” he teased.

“Shame on you …” she wriggled again as his hand began to move slowly
along her upper leg with insinuating pressure, “I’m here to fetch you.
Sally phoned and suggested, since I’m coming to dinner at your place
anyway, that I give you a ride and save her the trouble of picking you
up.”

“God, is it actually that late?” he consulted his watch. “Funny, how
the time goes these days … I always used to be watching the clock,
when …” he paused, leaving the statement unfinished, but they both
knew he meant to say when I was working for John. They avoided
reference to Lauralee’s late husband, not out of regret but merely
because the subject was still distasteful. It was now six months since
the day he had collapsed in the bedroom of the Denham’s apartment over
the drugstore and died a few hours later in the hospital, of a massive
heart attack. From conversations with their family doctor, Lauralee
learned that her husband had tricked her right up to the last. Doc had
not been expecting John to have a heart attack … he was, in fact,
surprised, and attributed it to the unusual stress of the occasion.
None of those present that day had revealed that Lauralee had
threatened her husband with a gun; by mutual agreement all of the
sordid facts had been concealed. Lee Quigg of course was glad to keep
silent … as was Tully Fairchild, as he was promised a permanent job
as manager of Lauralee’s farm … and Eula knew that her husband’s job
at the sawmill was his as long as he wanted it.

The story given out was that there had been an argument of the pending
sale of the drugstore, and John Blodgett had become too excited. After
his death Lauralee abandoned all thought of the Florida apartment,
she’d never wanted to go to Florida anyway and had only agreed because
she thought it would be beneficial to her husband’s health. Nor did she
sell the drugstore. A partnership agreement was drawn up between Ray
Denham and-Lauralee, with Ray receiving very favorable terms and a loan
from the Quigg personal funds to finance the purchase of his share.

Lauralee had at last found something to occupy her time in
straightening out the tangled business affairs of her late husband. She
began to take an active interest in the various things, especially the
store, and her drinking problem improved almost immediately. Now it
could be said that it was no longer a problem at all — apparently she
had not reached the point of real addiction to alcohol, as she was able
to take a couple of drinks and then voluntarily call a halt.

“Yes, it is that late,” she swung her small foot, observing with hardly
concealed pleasure the effect that the motion of her shapely leg had on
Ray. “How soon can you be ready?”

“Oh, Jack and Miss Minnie can close up. I’ll be right with you.” He
pushed his chair back and stood up, stretching wide. Ray had gained
some needed weight and had lost the harried, worried look he had worn
in his earlier months in Quiggville.

Sally had given him a set of golf clubs for Christmas, shortly after
they joined the country club, and as often as the mild Tennessee winter
permitted he had been on the course, taking lessons from the club pro.

In a few minutes the owners of the drugstore were getting into the
station wagon, where Duke ecstatically greeted Ray with barks and
thumping wags of his tail. Lauralee piloted the car expertly around the
square and through the outskirts of Quiggville and in five minutes they
were turning in at Hickory Acres.

“What did you think of the housewarming party?” Ray inquired, his eyes
going proudly to the brand new pink brick colonial ranch type house
into which he and Sally had moved the previous week. Lauralee shrugged.

“I reckon it was a great success … everybody was there. But
personally, I do prefer more intimate parties … with just you and
Sally and a few of our special friends …” her prettily curved lips
parted in a cat-like little smile.

“So do I, darling,” Ray assured her, “but for the occasion, with, as
you said, everyone there, we had to be careful not to shock some of our
more … uh, sedate citizens. Not everybody in Quiggville swings, as
I’m sure you’ve noticed.”

“Thank God, some people do,” Lauralee giggled wickedly, “and thank God
you and Sally joined our ‘inner circle.'”

“Well, there’ll just be the three of us tonight,” he said as she braked
the car in his driveway, “but we’ll have to see if we can give the new
place a real housewarming!”

Sally appeared at the side door as they climbed out of the car and
Duke, released at last, bounded right up to her, barking joyously. She
ruffled his fur affectionately, smiling a welcome to Lauralee and her
own darling Ray. Sally still couldn’t get over the way things had
worked out for them, and just when the future had appeared so bleak.
She had found, after that nasty John Blodgett was out of the picture,
that Lauralee was really not stuck-up at all and the two women had
become close friends. Lauralee had seen to it that the Denhams were
welcomed into the very private little group of more modern Quiggville
couples who had adopted a 20th century attitude toward sex and
particularly group sex. At the time it all happened, Ray had deplored
the terrible experiences Sally had been put through, but he now
wondered if it had not been for the best in the long run. At least she
had been initiatated — however drastically — into the pleasure of the
male-female relationship.

Sally led them into the living room, one arm around Ray’s waist and the
other encircling Lauralee’s slimness. “I’m a lousy bartender,” she
confided, “but I put all the fixings out … build us some drinks,
Ray?”

He complied with the request and then they all seated themselves around
the long living room which was not as yet completely furnished but had
all the essentials.

“How was your day?” Sally asked her husband warmly, her gray eyes
lingering on his long body with a gleam of … could it be desire?

“Good. Thursday’s getting to be almost as big a day as Friday or
Saturday.”

“Yes, that’s what Lee was saying,” Lauralee remarked. “By the way,
Sally, Lee and his wife really had a good time at your open house. I
don’t think I’ve ever seen that prig he’s married to unbend quite so
much. Why, one of these days we might even recruit them for some fun
and games.”

“Oh, I’m sure we could recruit Lee right now,” Sally laughed knowingly,
“but that wife of his is something else. She reminds me of … of me,
the way I used to be.”

“Yeah,” her husband nodded, “the way you used to be … B.S.”

“Why, Ray Denham, hush your mouth!” his wife giggled.

“I wasn’t referring to the common expression ‘bull shit,'” he said
loftily. “I meant ‘before sex.'”

“What were you planning for dinner?” Lauralee changed the subject, “I
hope you didn’t go to a lot of trouble.”

“No, not at all. The salad’s in the refrigerator and the baked potatoes
are finished and in the warming oven. It’s just a matter of putting the
steaks on the grill.”

“Hmmmmm,” Ray looked from one woman to the other. The drink had relaxed
him and was having a pleasantly languorous effect … except on his
penis, which was stirring down there in his pants as he contemplated
the girls he referred to as his two partners. “Then why not postpone
dinner for a little while. Did I show you the new master bedroom the
other night, Lauralee? There’s one feature that’s very handy … the
king size bed. I think it would hold all of us without any crowding …
right, Sally?”

His wife smiled as a tingling excitement commenced to make itself felt
in her loins as she grasped his meaning. “Lovely idea. Will you give us
a guided tour?”

“Just follow me!” He set down his empty glass and all three stood up
eagerly and trooped toward the bedroom, Duke following, nosing his way
through the door after them.

“What a dog!” Lauralee groaned. “He never misses out on a chance for
some pussy … he’s really shocking, sometimes … but you know, since
I’m alone, I do find it’s nice to have Duke around … there are times
when a dog is woman’s best friend!”

The trio undressed rapidly and soon were all sprawled naked on the huge
bed. Ray lay on his back in the center, his enormous, erect cock
pointing toward the ceiling like a flagpole as he slowly stroked the
uncircumcised head to even greater hardness, rolling the thick fold of
skin down until the purplish, blood-engorged tip quivered with arousal.
Lauralee leaned over him, staring down fondly at the big prick she had
seen many times now but still found thrilling in a lewd, vulgarly
fascinating way. Just the sight of it and the thought of it pushing up
inside a woman was enough to moisten the hair-fringed folds of her cunt
lips as her secretions oozed from her heated vagina and she pressed her
thighs together to further stimulate the exciting flow. Ray reached up
with one hand and began to fondle her breasts which hung pendulously
over his flat stomach, their dark nipples hardening under his fingers.

Sally’s long soft body lay on his other side, fitted closely to his.
She lay on her back, watching with lewd interest her husband’s
caressing of their friend’s full-swelling breasts. God, she was hot
already … sometimes she thought the Spanish Fly had not completely
passed out of her body yet, though she knew that was impossible. But
ever since that day she had unwittingly swallowed the powerful
aphrodisiac, Sally had welcomed sex … in fact, she eagerly sought it
from her husband … and then, when construction began on their new
home in Hickory Acres they had met some couples in the subdivision and
had been invited to a few parties … gradually, carefully, the subject
had been broached … little hints were dropped that here was one part
of Quiggville where the inhabitants had been liberated from old-
fashioned sexual taboos. It had not taken long for the Denhams to join
in, and with them, Lauralee Blodgett.

Ray’s free hand came to rest on Sally’s little belly, feeling her
instant, quivering response. She sighed and pushed her thighs slightly
apart, waiting tensely for his hand to slide, as she knew it would,
into the warm, damp “vee” between her legs and play with her hot pussy.
Aaaahhh, his probing fingers found her clitoris and began to steadily
manipulate the sensitive little nub of flesh and Sally moaned
contentedly and screwed her buttocks into the soft mattress as she
opened her legs wider and wider to him.

“You lazy gals are making me do all the work,” Ray complained jokingly
as he continued to arouse them both by means of his strong hands.

“Oh, all right, I’ll take pity on you,” Lauralee sighed, letting her
hand go to his desire-swollen penis and grip its thickness that she
could hardly contain in her small fingers. As she carefully smoothed
back the foreskin, Ray groaned and writhed in pleasure. She quickly
crawled to the foot of the bed, spreading his legs apart and crawling
up between them, her excitement mounting to feverish heights at the
mere thought of what she was getting ready to do to him. Still working
the foreskin up and down over the velvety smooth cock-head, Lauralee
dropped her face until her mouth was almost touching his extended rod.
Tantalizingly, she blew her soft breath on him and he groaned with
pleasure. Her tongue flicked out and made delicious warm moist contact
with the rubbery bulbous tip. She ran her tongue in a circle around it,
while his big body twisted until she found the tiny crevice and pushed
her tongue-tip into it, savoring the pungent flavor of his seminal
fluid that had seeped from the minuscule opening. Her nostrils flared
with lewd excitement and prickles of desire teased the nerve-ends of
her body as she relished every savory drop. Both of her hands now
smoothed down his pointing shaft and caressed the velvet-smooth
softness of his testicles. Cupping his sac in one palm, she again
pulled back his foreskin until the ponderous, naked head stood starkly
revealed … slowly, shaping her lips into an oval, she lowered them
onto the rubbery cock-head letting it rub against the lip-covered ridge
of her teeth as her wet mouth slid down to encompass his maleness …
down, down …

“That’s it,” Ray rasped as he began to push his hips upward against her
face in slow rhythmic movements. “Suck me, baby … suck hard!”

Lauralee did, now thoroughly excited by the lustful, debasing act she
was committing as her head bobbed up and down over his loins, his long,
thick cock spearing upward into her mouth while beside them his wife
had risen on her elbow to stare eagerly at the couple, her legs
squeezed together to hold Ray’s hand in contact with her throbbing
pussy flesh as she watched … her own head bent over almost to
Lauralee’s as the older woman sucked voraciously now, her tongue
swirling furiously about the pulsing blood-filled knob that pumped in
and out of her obscenely clasping lips. Lauralee was humming wantonly
deep in her throat as if already in bliss at the masochistic thought of
being filled with Ray’s lewd white sperm that might at any moment now
flood her mouth and throat … indeed she was thinking of that very
thing, and her cunt began to quiver down below as her lips locked
tighter and tighter around the lust-hardened cock ramming upward into
her face until the crisp hairs of his loins brushed against her chin.

As for Sally, she could hardly have been more excited if she had been
the one hunched over her husband and sucking his thick cock, cheeks
hollowing and filling. Suddenly, Ray seized Lauralee’s head with his
left hand and held it while he rammed cruelly up into her mouth. But
Sally was tired of her onlooker’s role in the sensual, salacious drama
and suddenly craved a more direct piece of the action. Abruptly, she
rolled over and got to her knees, crawling up alongside Ray’s long
outstretched body and then, throwing one leg over him she squatted
down, lowering her passion-crazed cunt until it was positioned directly
over his mouth.

She shuddered with pleasure as she felt first his hot breath and then
his long wet tongue wetly probing into her lust-filled vagina. Her body
responded with a jolt of electric excitement. “Ooooooh, yes …
wonderful, darling … lick it, yes … eat my cunt!” She knew well how
such obscenities further inspired her husband to new plateaus of
rapturous sexual activity. His long hot tongue curled around her
clitoris and began to dart lizard-like into her wide open pussy as she
squatted over his face in the most salacious position imaginable while
below Lauralee continued her oral assault on his wildly jerking penis.
As his tongue raced deeper into the hotly seeping hole between her
widespread thighs, Sally continued to croon her delighted acceptance of
his sucking of her squirming cunt, her noises blending with the debased
wet smacking sounds he was making as he worked under her. Greedily, he
licked the whole length of her passion-drenched cuntal slit and she
unconsciously pushed her hips slightly forward as his tongue moved on
to probe at her unprotected puckered little anus ring. Her body was
nearly consumed with raw excited joy as his tireless tongue burrowed
deeper, actually penetrating the forbidden little hole.

Lauralee’s eyes flicked up to where the stretched moons of Sally’s
white buttocks nearly obliterated her view of Ray’s face. She could see
his tongue, however, darting from his mouth and disappearing right up
inside the straining girl’s gaping wet pussy-slit. Ray’s hands came
around his wife’s writhing hips to seize Lauralee’s blonde hair again
and ram her mouth down further on his thickly upthrusting cock. As her
head went down, Lauralee suddenly had a glimpse of them all in the wide
mirror of the double dresser. By God, it was something… the three
obscenely jerking bodies … the two women both laboring over Ray’s
prostrate form while Duke could only watch, alert and eagerly waiting
for his turn which he was perfectly intelligent enough to know was
coming next. Spurred on by her lewd thoughts, Lauralee Blodgett plunged
her bobbing head up and down over the swollen rod of male flesh, laving
its rock-hard tip with her tongue.

God, he must come soon … his cock felt as though it would split wide
open it was so hard … in her mounting passion, Lauralee suddenly
rammed her hand down between her own crouching thighs and shoved two
fingers up into her steaming wet pussy. “AAaaaaaaahhhhhh,” she growled
deep in her throat, rotating the fingers and rummaging up into her own
velvety warm cavern until she had established a masturbatory rhythm
that was infinitely pleasing and heightened her enjoyment of-Ray’s
cock. On and on she sucked, until Ray thought he would blow his mind as
his aching balls readied their load of white hot cum.

And then, it happened! With his tongue buried deep in his wife’s cunt,
Ray grunted and grabbed at Lauralee’s head, ramming it down onto his
thick member until all that protruded from her tightly ovaled lips was
a tiny portion around the hairy base. She felt it jerk in her mouth
convulsively and then her throat constricted as the semen began to gush
out. She swallowed desperately, downing big gulps of the hot, sticky
flood. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as her mouth filled and emptied
again and again and she wondered if there was an end to the lewd stream
pouring down her throat. Around her fingers sunk deep in her
palpitating vagina something sticky was oozing … God, she could
almost make herself cum if she tried, she was so God damned hot …
almost but not quite. She felt his cock in her mouth rapidly deflating
and soon it slipped completely out of her still-clasping lips, pulling
with it the last sticky strings of lewd sperm. Lauralee backed off from
him, wiping her mouth contentedly, but still unsated. Then Duke whined,
and she snapped her fingers and the magnificent animal instantly
bounded onto the bed and stood over her.

“I’ll be your bitch,” his mistress promised, getting to her hands and
knees and presenting the smooth white moons of her buttocks to the big
black and tan German Shepherd who mounted her immediately, his
glistening scarlet penis unsheathed and extending to incredible length
under his furry hindquarters. His forepaws clasped at the narrow point
of her waist and she felt a drop of his saliva trickle onto her naked
back as she waited patiently while Duke stabbed at her open wet cuntal
slit with his tapered dogcock. Then, he was in … gliding up into her
with the smooth wet feeling that always nearly drove her out of her
mind with excitement. “Uuuunnhhhh!” she grunted and pressed her
buttocks back against his quivering haunches to further impale herself
on his gleaming rod.

Meanwhile, Sally had waited patiently when she felt Ray jerk beneath
her and he began to grunt out his orgasm and this had interfered with
the rhythm of his tongue-thrusts into her pulsing vagina. She whimpered
now, though, unable to contain her debased craving for him to fill her
again and suck her to her own blissful completion. She groaned her
throbbing, stretched-open cunt against his face, her very soul
revelling with the thought of the enchantment that was coming, for she
knew her husband would not fail her desperate need for release. Again
his wet mouth clamped itself to her vagina and she rocked her hips back
and forth over him ecstatically while next to her the bed sagged under
the weight of Lauralee and the huge dog who was fucking her from
behind. Sally looked over her shoulder, marveling at the way the older
woman was taking the incredibly rapid lunges of the beast, and
apparently loving them. Lauralee’s head was thrown back and her face,
still streaked with Ray’s drying semen that had dribbled out of the
corners of her mouth, was contorted with lust.

“Fuck me, Duke!” she was nearly screaming. “Come on, fuck harder, fuck
harder!”

The obscene spectacle sent chills of depraved excitement shooting
through the young bride and a desire to blurt out the lewd, lust-
provoking words. “Oh, fuck me, Ray!” she wailed. “Fuck me with your
tongue, fuck me deep … oh, oh, oh …” she chanted and Ray screwed
her harder with his long thick tongue. His hands were at her buttocks,
pressing them together and pulling them apart, kneading the twin mounds
until she thought her rear crevice would split from the pressure. Then
his middle finger snaked forward and began to dig straight up into her
ass-hole, poised temptingly above him.

“AAAuuuggghhhh!” she screamed as the stiff, prodding finger forced its
relentless way through the ring of muscle and popped into the warm
spongy cavity beyond. “Ooooohh,” Sally wailed in pleasure-pain that
rapidly gave way to rapturous pleasure alone as he began to worm around
inside her rectum, widening the passage and pressing against the thin
muscular wall that separated her back passage from her seething cunt.
Ray found that he could feel his own tongue sliding up into her and the
revelation was mind-shattering. The debauched couple thrilled to his
obscene exploration of her defenseless ass-hole while at the same time
continuing his assault on her hot, wet pussy. Her body now began the
slow, agonizing build-up to orgasm. She twisted and moaned, her lovely
young face almost animalistic in its contorted, insane desire for
release. Mewling and groaning deep with her heaving chest, she squatted
lower and lower over her husband’s face, ramming her lewdly skewered
ass-hole down on his rigid middle finger and trying to seize and hold
his tongue inside the velvet, clasping depths of her lust-enraged
vagina. Now! She was almost gone … God, this was it!

“Ohh … ohh … ohhhhh! My God, don’t stop … don’t stop … I’m
going to cum! I’m cummmmmiiinnnggg!” And then she began to jerk
convulsively, never having cum before in such a position or even
dreaming that it would be possible. It was not only possible, it was
fabulous … wild … perfect! The spasms of orgasm tore through her
tingling body and seemed to go on and on … and on … until at last
she was completely, thoroughly sated and could slip her still-clasping
vagina away from his deeply buried tongue and extricate her anus from
the finger that still impaled her.

As she pulled her cunt clear of his head, Ray shook his head in
disbelief, “You were really turned on that time, honey,” he said. “Man,
your ass was really moving!”

She could only smile at him, unable to speak for another few seconds
until her body had adjusted itself to coming back to reality. She
snuggled into the curve of his arm and they watched as the third (and
fourth, if you counted Duke) member of the party struggled toward
orgasm. It would not be long now, Sally sensed, and she let her hand
wander over Ray’s hairy, flat chest, tangling in his curly hair as she
began to breathe faster and almost started to feel what Lauralee was
feeling. Although a widow now, you certainly could not say that
Lauralee led a lonely or dull life. In fact, her life had taken on new
dimensions with the passing of her lecherous husband. They’d owned Duke
for three years, but Lauralee had confided to them that the idea of
putting him to use for her own pleasure had never occurred to her until
that day in the Denham’s apartment when she had seen him up on the bed
with Sally.

Now, the coordination of dog and woman was really something to see,
Sally thought dreamily, still blissfully exhausted from her own climax.
Duke was bucking into her wildly undulating buttocks and had increased
his pace until it seemed that no one, human or animal, could keep up
such an assault for very long. His dark-furred balls were clearly
outlined under his arching hindquarters as they swung against the white
crevice below Lauralee’s open cunt that was absorbing the full length
of his animal cock.

Then, suddenly, Duke whined and his flanks began to jerk. His torrent
of animal sperm poured into his mistress’s hungrily milking cunt and
swirled high in her naked belly, touching off her own climax.

She moaned and flung her head back, blonde hair tumbling down, nostrils
flaring and eyes rolling. The husband and wife saw her buttocks
convulse under the dog, squeezing his penis as if to suck him dry of
his lewd, sticky sperm and imprison his cock that was already deflating
and slipping from Lauralee’s streaming cunt as she still rolled in
wanton ecstasy and groaned out her release.

“Duke, you fucking son-of-a-bitch!” she gasped out in a tone that was
part awe for the dog’s powers, part affection for her remarkable pet,
part pure expression of pleasure. The three friends lay spent in the
huge new bed while Duke arranged himself at their feet, like a
comfortable cushion against which they could warm their feet if they
desired.

“Well, I guess it’s going to be a late supper,” Ray observed
contentedly, flinging an arm over the buttocks of each woman. “I hope
you bought an extra steak for Duke, Sally? He certainly deserves one
… after that performance.”

They laughed and in fact each thought, without knowing the other’s
thoughts, how happy she was, and that she would not exchange her small-
town life in Quiggville, Tennessee — no, not for the biggest, most
bustling city. Quiggville was not really so old-fashioned … after
all. Not when you got to know it!

The End

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