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