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Subject: DUPLICATE SallyDuk 6/8 "Sally And Duke"

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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

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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

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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

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