Unknown - Sally and Duke

Still smiling, Blodgett reached down and patted Duke's furry head.

Liked her, didn't you, boy? We might just get ourselves a piece of that, Duke, how about it? Been a while since we had any strange cunt, hasn't it? He seated himself at the big old-fashioned desk again and resumed going through his papers. There was a lot of work to be straightened out before he left for Florida.

Every few minutes he would stop, however, and smile thoughtfully to himself at the way things were working out, falling into place. He had been trying for several seasons now to get Lauralee to move to Florida for the whole winter. She had proved stubborn on this point and so he had hit on the idea of saying the Doc wanted him to slow down.

Actually, Doc's warning had been nowhere near as dire as he went around telling everyone. His blood pressure was up a little… he should eat less, drink less whiskey, quit smoking. As far as retiring, John Blodgett hadn't worked an honest day for years anyway, and why should he? If a man had some brains and used them, others would do the work and he could sit back and count the money. Take Ray Denham, now, he would work hard, save all his money, and someday he might own a crummy drugstore! Well, if that was his version of the American Dream, let him go after it.

He had been just as poor as Ray at the same age, and look at where he was now. Of course, the Blodgetts hadn't been hillbilly farmers, they were real old southern quality and that still counted for something in Quiggville. If he hadn't come from a good family, Lauralee's grandmother probably would have had their marriage annulled. She'd been only sixteen while he was twenty-four.

That was the year after the war was over, and he'd just got out of the army and had come home to Quiggville to draw his veteran's unemployment benefits while he looked around for something to do. The Quigg twins, Lee and Lauralee, had been children when he went away… now they were seniors in high school and most of the town gossip revolved around the twins. Parents dead and being raised by their grandmother, a fool if there ever was one. Set out to make Lauralee a southern belle who would have done credit to the Civil War days-innocent, ladylike, sheltered-and naturally the girl had rebelled and turned out just the opposite.

Wild! Smoking at thirteen, using words nobody could figure out where she'd learned, and from the age of about fourteen on, putting out to anything in pants. Lee, the boy, wasn't half as bad as his sister but they were both hellions. They were both spoiled rotten and when they turned sixteen that spring, Grandma had to rack her brains to come up with presents they didn't already have. She bought Lee a convertible and promised Lauralee a trip to Europe. But the girl didn't want to go to Europe, especially since she had to wait until graduation and then go along with Grandma. When her twin got a car, Lauralee was furious.

Somewhere she picked up the basics of driving and was soon sneaking out in Lee's new car whenever she got the chance.

That Saturday night, John Blodgett had just come out of the theater and was standing at the curb. Quiggville's only traffic light turned red and he had started across the street when there was a squeal of brakes and a yellow fender dipped to a stop only inches from him. He started to swear, looked up, and the words died…

"Hi, John," Lauralee said. "I'm sorry if I scared you," she giggled.

"It'd be awful to go through the war and then get killed right here on the square, wouldn't it?" She was staring at him with undisguised admiration… he was wearing his tropical-weight uniform and the pocket was crowded with his battle ribbons. The two of them were suddenly a pair of animals, sniffing at the warm flower-perfumed night air in search of excitement. "Can I give you a ride someplace?" her little red lips parted expectantly.

He got into the car beside her, conscious even then that this might be a momentous evening although he did not know that it was going to change the whole course of his life.

Everything he had heard about Lauralee turned out to be true, and then some. He couldn't believe she was only sixteen, no teenager could possibly acquire the knowledge that was packed into her lithe, hundredpound body! They had gone directly to a roadhouse a few miles out of town, where Lauralee insisted on having beer. Evidently she'd also had something to drink before picking him up… she was not drunk, but pretty high. They sat side by side in a booth and suddenly he felt her warm hand on his thigh, moving purposefully upward until it stopped in the "vee" of his legs, cupping his balls. Jesus H. Christ! He nearly choked on his beer as he felt her fingers working down there at his loins… did she know what she was doing to him? A glance at her face with its wicked tittle cat-like smile told him that she did. She leaned over and put her lips against his left ear. "Ooooh, Johnny, have you got a big cock?"

He couldn't have answered her, his heart was beating clear up in his throat like a hammer. So he put his hand down over hers and drew her fingers upward. By God, his cock felt like it was bigger than it ever had been or was ever going to be again… it was throbbing like crazy and ramming against his pants like it was trying to get free… and into her hot little pussy.

"Oh, Lord," she squealed as her hand closed over him, "it is big, Johnny! Now, what are we going to do about that?"

"It's your fault," he told her, "I guess you better figure it out."

"You mean you don't kn-o-o-w?" she drawled in a teasing voice, squeezing his penis and massaging it up and down until he thought he'd go off right there and then.

"You little cock-tease!" he growled, shoving his hand between her legs.

Her thighs were smooth and warm and they clamped together over his invading hand, then very gradually opened to allow him to push farther up the forbidden split until his fingers encountered her panties.

Blodgett remembered feeling that maybe somebody ought to pinch him and wake him up… this had to be a dream, sitting here with the Lauralee Quigg… feeling each other up in full view of anyone who wanted to look and be God-damned if he could tell which of the two of them was the hottest. Lauralee's eyes had a glazed look and she was breathing fast and jerky… "Shall we get out of here?" he whispered.

"Yes!" she wiggled away from his obscenely probing fingers just as they slid under the tight elastic leg-band of her pants. She stood up and he had hastily thrown some money on the table and followed her. Lauralee had insisted on driving, but instead of taking to the highway she simply drove behind the roadhouse, right into a field. He thought the car would hang up in the soft earth, but she spun it under a big tree and right there is where they did it. He had wanted to put the top up in the convertible but Lauralee was too eager to wait… he smiled faintly, recalling that zippers were new in those days and the pants of his uniform had a button fly. Lauralee had the buttons undone in seconds, and she took his aching cock out.

"Oh, Johnny!" her voice was awed, "It is big. Lord, I never saw one like that… you'll kill me with it!" and she had bent over him, her long golden hair falling over his genitals, brushing against his heavily loaded balls while she kissed the tip of his penis and then ran her little pink tongue all around it like she was licking an ice cream cone. Groaning with his desire to get into this incredible little witch, he tore at her dress… pulling it down to expose her youthful breasts with their high, pointed contours and virginal tiny nipples.

Then he pushed her skirt up until her clothing was all bunched around her waist and the lower half of her sensuous body was exposed too, the brief panties starkly white against her slim tanned legs. Lauralee released his swollen rod from her warm wet mouth and scuttled backward on the car seat to a reclining position, her legs raised. Panting, almost sobbing, she helped him pull the panties off.