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RWS-196 Sally And Duke by Kitty Spencer


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 grey 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 car, "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 provocatively 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 grey 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 
in 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 gravely 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 
I 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 spiraling 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. He 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 wasn'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."

"Mmmhmm ... 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 
grey 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 grey, his hair was as thick as Ray's 
and worn in 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 too 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 tittle 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 leg-band 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 humorlessly.

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 grey 
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 corner 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 irresistibly 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, I-let him come in." She was rather relieved to have the dog there, 
it seemed that she was not complete 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 he would 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 grey 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 leg-band 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 grey 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 shame 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.

"Aaaaaghhh," 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 businessman 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 hairy, 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 tear-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. Guttural 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 thing 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."

"W-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 spot 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 grey 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 sounding 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 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 ice maker, 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 gravely-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 goose-flesh 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. I

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 hers 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, son, 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 hold 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 believe 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 door frame 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 guttural 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 
swinging over her 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 cumming!" 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 on-lookers 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 grey 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 brow-
line.

"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 any 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 ... 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 hard-ons! 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 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 fam'ly 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 coin 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 initiated--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 grey 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. "AAaaaaahhhhhh," 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 ovalled 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 dog-cock. 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 ground her 
throbbing, stretched-open cunt against his face, her very soul reveling 
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