Unknown - Sally and Duke

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.

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.