Unknown - Sally and Duke

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.

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.