Unknown - Sally_s Secret Lover

«Oh, Johnny!» her voice was awed, «it is big. Lord, I never saw one like that … you'll kill me with it!» and she had bent over him, her long golden hair falling over his genitals, brushing against his heavily loaded balls while she kissed the tip of his penis and then ran her little pink tongue all around it like she was licking an ice cream cone. Groaning with his desire to get into this incredible little witch, he tore at her dress … pulling it down to expose her youthful breasts with their high, pointed contours and virginal tiny nipples. Then he pushed her skirt up until her clothing was all bunched around her waist and the lower half of her sensuous body was exposed too, the brief panties starkly white against her slim tanned legs. Lauralee released his swollen rod from her warm wet mouth and scuttled backward on the car seat to a reclining position, her legs raised. Panting, almost sobbing, she helped him pull the panties off.

«Christ, Lauralee, you're beautiful!» he exclaimed huskily as he stared down hungrily at her nakedly exposed pussy. The pink cuntal slit nestled, almost concealed, beneath her short curling golden pubic hair. «Oh, hurry, hurry,» she was begging him, «I'm so hot I can't stand it!» and she took his lust-swollen cock in her hands and guided it toward her tiny cunt-hole. She had whimpered when he burst through the tight muscular ring, but had quickly become use to the bulk of him inside her and he had been too aroused by her wanton eagerness to exercise any caution or restraint. He had fucked Lauralee Quigg mercilessly, as if she had been a common whore and, God, she had loved it. Sixteen years old! He could have gone to jail for the things he did to her that night in the car … well, if it came to that he reckoned he could have gone to jail for a lot of things he'd done in his life. John Blodgett grinned humorously.

It had been very late when they had finally satiated each other and got their clothes straightened. Again, she had wanted to drive and he figured she was sober enough, although still a rotten driver. They were coming into the outskirts of town, down in the colored section, when it happened.

The streets were quite deserted, so that the last thing they expected was a white figure looming up suddenly in the headlights. Lauralee had jerked the wheel, but the right fender had hit the white object. The impact was so slight … yet it hurled the figure several yards ahead and it crumpled against the curb. Lauralee kept on going, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

«What was it?» she cried.

He had tried to get her to stop, to go back. «I think it was a woman … a colored woman.» She just kept on driving.

«S-she stepped out in the road! You saw her, Johnny! I-I haven't got a driver's license.»

Luckily for both of them, he had kept his head. He told her again to stop and then he got behind the wheel. They did not go back to see about the woman, instead he went to his home and put the car in his vacant garage, his mother hadn't had an auto since the war. There was only a small dent in the fender, but to be sure he got several buckets of water and washed that side of the car very carefully. Then he drove Lauralee home. When they turned in between the brick gateposts at the entrance to the Quigg farm, John Blodgett deliberately scraped the right fender, crumpling it slightly and leaving yellow paint on the bricks. He explained to Lauralee that this was necessary to explain the damage, and that he would pay to have the car repaired.

It turned out that the victim was an aged colored woman with no relatives, and so not too much fuss was ever made about finding the hit-and-run driver. The state police did check on cars that required body work after the date of the accident, but readily accepted the explanation of the damage to Lee Quigg's convertible. And the following week, on the night of Lauralee's graduation from high school, she and John Blodgett eloped to Mississippi and were married.

The marriage had worked out well. Perhaps Lauralee's grandmother had seen that Blodgett was a strong enough man to handle her wayward granddaughter as well as guide Lee Quigg in running the various family enterprises. He had insisted that as his wife, Lauralee should conduct her sexual affairs with more discretion although he was aware that a woman with her insatiable appetites could not remain faithful to any one man. Well, he had his own appetites, by God, and he hadn't done too badly over the years either! If theirs had been the conventional marriage it would never have lasted, but he was smart enough to see that Lauralee was like a horse with the bit in its teeth – let her have her head and run, and she would come right back to the stable when the fun was over. No, he would never divorce her – for one thing, the Quigg family holdings were the base that lay under the considerable fortune Blodgett had built up – the real estate, the bank and the saw mill all contributed handsomely. The drugstore was only something he had bought up cheap, on a whim, mainly to get the building. He had no real interest in it and would be glad to see it go, once it had provided the cash for the sea-front apartment in Florida.

Whistling cheerfully, he selected the papers he wanted and placed them in his briefcase. Then he locked the others away in the desk and snapped his fingers at Duke. The well-trained animal rose immediately and padded silently out of the office with his master.

Blodgett entered the bank, nodding and speaking to various patrons as he made his way to the rear and walked directly into his brother-in- law's office without announcing himself. The room was far more sumptuously furnished than Blodgett's dusty office upstairs, so that anyone who did not know better might suppose that Lee Quigg was the more important of the two men. However, in his dealings, it suited the crafty Blodgett to retain his poor-boy-makes-good image – the local people trusted him because it seemed like he was really one of them. He seated himself on the massive brocaded couch and drew up a silver ashtray. «Hi, Lee. You doin' all right?»

«Can't complain,» his brother-in-law said mildly, swiveling his leather armchair around to face Blodgett, who wasted no time in getting to the point.

«Ray Denham is gonna be over here one of these days to see you about a loan – he wants to buy the store, only he hasn't got any money.»

«Well, are you selling to him?»

«Hell, no, you know that other deal is all wrapped up. But here's what I want you to do – stall him. Tell him all the usual … the Board has to approve all the loans … just stall him for a while, be nice to him.»

Quigg went to the concealed mahogany bar and made them each a drink. Handing one glass to John Blodgett, he said, «Can I ask why? Why don't you tell him right off that it's no deal? Ray isn't a bad guy, John.»

«That wife of his isn't bad, either,» Blodgett remarked with a low chuckle. «How would you like to get in there, Lee? You want to throw a good fuck into that stuck-up bitch, Sally Denham?»

Lee Quigg's thin, nervous face quickened with anticipation. «What you talkin' about, John? She wouldn't give either one of us the time of day.»

«Like to put a little money on that?» the older man was an inveterate bettor, but as his wife's twin knew, Blodgett didn't bet unless the odds were heavily loaded in his favor … but Sally Denham? The piano teacher? This time he was overreaching. Blodgett saw the doubt and indecision of Lee's expression. «Five'll get you ten,» he prompted, «that I can lay her … and after I get her reamed out good, she's all yours!» He leaned back and sipped his bourbon, smiling.

The next time Sally Denham looked from her front window, the brown station wagon was gone from its parking spot and she breathed a little sigh of relief for that. She hoped she wouldn't ever have to face her husband's boss again, that they could leave Quiggville without this being necessary. They would be leaving, she felt sure now … because of course what John Blodgett had suggested was impossible. Even if she could somehow force herself to go through with it, Ray would never want to obtain the store under such conditions … would he? The sad thing was that while she already knew now that their case was hopeless beyond