Sally did not remember the ride home at all, or being undressed and put to bed by her husband. The next thing, she remembered, in fact, was waking on Sunday afternoon with a truly ghastly hangover. Ray seemed to think it was funny, but he took tender care of his wife, bringing her coffee, and ice to put on her throbbing head. That evening, when she had recovered sufficiently to sit in the living room, he teased her about getting high.
«You were the life of the party, honey, dancing with everybody. Good thing I'm not the jealous type.»
«Huh! I seem to remember Lauralee Blodgett slobbering all over you.»
«Well, her old man made up for it … cut in on the very last dance. Oh, you were a big hit, Mrs. Denham.»
Then she remembered it all and the walls seemed to fall in on her! He was coming here … Monday … tomorrow. She had made a cheap, back street rendezvous with her husband's boss, in her husband's own home. He couldn't hold her to it, she'd been drunk, and Sally had no intention of going through with her part of the lewd arrangement. «I've got something you need … and you've got something I can use.»
As one often does, she simply refused to think about the unthinkable and blocked the whole thing off in a dark corner of her mind as though it might just go away by wishing. Her vital young body snapped back quickly from the effects of her overindulgence at the party, and on Monday morning she rose early and did the washing and ironing. Then she fixed Ray's lunch. He came upstairs promptly at twelve and ate hurriedly.
«Honey, I've got to go to Knoxville this afternoon,» he said, munching the tossed salad she had prepared.
«Knoxville? How come?» A cold chill gripped her.
«Blodgett called … wants me to go to the wholesale house, and then he asked me to run a couple of personal errands for him – stuff for the farm. I'm leaving right away and I should get back by five, that way I can make up any prescriptions that come in.»
«I could go with you,» she said. «Maybe see a movie or just look around the stores?»
He frowned. «Don't you have a piano lesson?»
«Oh, yes … of course, well,» she smiled bravely, «another time.»
«Got to run,» he pushed his chair back, gave his wife a quick hug and kissed her. Sally watched the car drive away and then, moving like a robot she went to the telephone.
«Mrs. Hearldson? This is Sally Denham. I wonder if Cynthia would mind switching her piano lesson to tomorrow afternoon? Is that convenient? Then I'll look for her after school tomorrow. Yes, goodbye.» She went into the living room and sat down to wait. Crazily, it occurred to her that maybe she ought to dress for the occasion. What did one wear, a negligee … black stockings with lace garters? Oh, God!
Sally never drank in the daytime, but if ever in her life she needed a drink it was now and she went to the kitchen and fixed herself a stiff one. At one-thirty, when she was on her second drink, the doorbell rang … one short, sharp ring. She went down immediately and opened the door.
The big German Shepherd bounded in ahead of his master and brushed against Sally's unsteady legs, tail wagging.
«Hello, Sally,» John Blodgett said, «you doin' all right? You don't mind if Duke comes in … it's mighty hot for him to sit in the car?»
«No, l-let him come in.» She was rather relieved to have the dog there, it seemed that she was not completely alone with Blodgett that way. Duke bounded up the stairs with Sally following and Blodgett behind her, his eyes fixed on the undulating spheres of her buttocks as they moved in rhythmic rotation under her dress. Jesus, he was going to enjoy this one. It had been a lot of trouble to set up, but he was almost home … in a matter of minutes he would be all the way home, fucking the hell out of that sweet little cunt. His cock was jumping already.
She led the unwanted guest into the living room where the drapes had been closed against the mid-day sun and the radio played softly, masking the sounds of traffic below on the square. «Will you have a drink?» she asked formally, her hands twitching nervously.
«Don't mind if I do – if you'll join me.» Her husband's boss eased his bulk onto the low couch, and she brought the drinks a few seconds later. The ice cubes rattled as she handed him his glass. When she turned to seat herself in a chair, Blodgett seized her by the wrist and pulled her down on the couch beside him.
«Just relax,» he urged her gently. «What are you so scared of, Sally? The world ain't coming to an end.» Even at this point he knew she had to be handled carefully, the whole thing could still blow up in his face. But he had never failed to score with any woman he really set his sights on and be God damned if this prissy New England bitch was going to spoil his record. He circled her trembling shoulders with his arm, setting his drink on the coffee table, and tilted her pale face toward him. Sally's innocent gray eyes pleaded mutely for mercy as he pulled her closer and closer until their lips met with a galvanizing shock.
It was a strange kiss, unlike any Ray had ever given her. John Blodgett seemed to be tasting her lips and mouth, licking lasciviously at her and transferring the distinctive flavor of bourbon from his lips to hers. Breathless at his aggression, Sally wriggled backwards against the cushions of the davenport. His large handsome face blotted out everything else from her vision.
«You're a beauty,» he muttered, «and I've wanted you for a long time. Am I so repulsive, Sally? Why are you shrinking away from me like that?»
She felt his hand come to rest on her tensely quivering stomach and the contact, felt right through her light cotton dress, sent a curious near thrill surging through her.
«N-no,» she admitted, «you're not repulsive, Mr. Blodgett, but …»
«John,» he corrected, moving his arm to encircle her small waist.
«John. Please, I beg you.
He cut off the words by completely engulfing her soft wet mouth again in his own lips, his tongue thrusting out lizard like to force its way between her teeth, and a wild shiver of emotion rippled through her. His big hands felt hot as they began to move over her.
Oh, God, this was it! She continued to push and struggle against him but only for a moment until she realized the futility of it and simply let herself relax and her mouth fall open to the lewd probings of his tongue. Her entire body now slumped against him as his right hand found and covered her large uptilted breast.
«Ooooh,» she moaned and he smiled confidently.
«You're going to love it, honey,» he promised, his hands now moving faster in their thorough exploration of the hollows of her supple body while he continued to lap at her face with his rapacious tongue.
Lord, she was alive all over with wanton sensation! Suddenly his mouth and hands roaming lewdly over her had set her on fire … Ray, oh, Ray, come back … I need you now! His hand was on her bare knee … traveling upward to her thigh … stroking the sensitive inner flesh of her thigh! Oh, God help her, she didn't mind it there … she was even liking it, actually craving the soft pressing warmth that was coming ever closer … closer.
This was wrong … completely wrong! What was she thinking of, she mustn't let this man do these forbidden things to her. She knew she couldn't go through with it, it was too emotionally wracking … and she had to stop him now, before it was too late!
Sally sat up straight, shoving against John Blodgett's broad chest in a futile effort to loosen his grip on her. «No, I can't,» she half sobbed, «I'm sorry … I know I let you think that I – but I simply can't go through with it. You may have no principles, but I have.»
«Principles, hell!» he snorted at her. «Why, you conceited little bitch, you want to know what's wrong with you? You're scared to death that you're going to like gettin' fucked by Big John!»
The helpless, demoralized young girl gasped, staring up into his steely blue eyes. The horrible part of it was that there might be a small grain of truth in his horrid suggestion … she had for a moment felt something stir inside her, a shiver of anticipation when his hand had rested between her legs.
«An' you are gonna like it,» he murmured lazily, resuming his perusal of her quivering hot thighs. Slowly and gradually, while his hand slipped up and down the creamy soft flesh, he worked her backward until she lay stretched out beneath him on the davenport. He pushed his fingers far up between her fearfully quivering legs and gently rubbed against the flimsy nylon panties that protected her cringing pussy.
«Please … John, no,» she groaned even as she flung her arms tight around his neck and let her soft wet mouth fall open to him even as her legs were opening wider and wider as the sensual torment of his hand instigated a rush of prurient emotion through her loins. She was aware that he was burrowing under the thin elastic legband of her panties and she whimpered in paralyzed distress.
Then … dear God, he was inside …!
His long thick finger was parting the moistly palpitating slit of her vagina and she tried to cringe away but there was no escape from the lewdly invading finger even though she scratched ineffectually at his massive shoulders and whined in disbelief that this could actually be happening to her … here in her own living room. The probing finger worked deeper and deeper inside her moistly clinging cuntal lips and Sally quivered in debased excitement. She sensed the warm wetness that was gathering inside her and seeping out to dampen his finger as it played with her sensitive vaginal slit and spread the soft pubic hair away from the tiny opening. The poor young wife could not stifle the sigh of pleasure that escaped from her throat as he touched the tiny erect button of her clitoris and let his middle finger linger there until she squirmed uncontrollably with the unwelcome passion that he was inevitably arousing in her.
The utter hopelessness of her situation was plain to Sally. Torn by worry for her husband, she had allowed herself to make this appointment with his boss, John Blodgett. She'd been quite drunk at the time, but that was no excuse, and now he was here to claim his end of the unholy bargain … he was claiming it, taking her bodily! There was nothing she could do but let him finish … let him make love to her in any way he chose, just as a whore must please her clients! To add to her total humiliation, instead of getting the obscene act over with quickly, he was playing with her and to her own shame she was letting him arouse her with his taunting finger thrusts up into her vagina, to the point that her hips were twisting back and forth involuntarily as he stroked the hotly awakened slit up between her legs.
«That's better,» he leaned over her, grinning lewdly. «You're getting nice and wet down there now. Let's get your clothes off, honey, I think you're almost ready to fuck.»
His casual use of the obscene word made her tense inwardly, but at the same time it invoked a strange new excitement in her as she realized that no one had ever dared take the liberty of speaking to her this way before and the shock could not help but send little ripples of lewd agitation through her body.
He let her sit up to remove her clothing, which she did automatically with an almost fatalistic acceptance of the situation. He helped her pull her dress over her head and then gave his attention to taking his own clothes off. She could not, however, bring herself to pull away the damp pair of panties which had protected her delicate pubic area from his lustful eyes if not from his groping fingers. Breathing hard and audibly, he gasped with a quick intake of breath as he looked up and saw her full, high-set breasts with the hard little pink nipples exposed. His hands went out to enclose and fondle the ripe, succulent flesh, kneading the pliant creamy skin and pinching the nipples to a state of even greater erectness. Finally he bent his head down to her excitedly heaving chest and took one pink nipple into his hot, wet mouth and sucked it hungrily, flicking his thick tongue in a maddening way against the tiny sensitive tip of the nipple. In a leisurely way, he moved to the other breast, cupping it underneath with his palm while his wet lips assaulted the hard, throbbing nipple … then, while his hands continued to manipulate her achingly full breasts he let his lips slide down the deep cleft between them and move slowly toward her navel. When he encountered the brief nylon protection of her panties he simply hooked his thumbs in the narrow waistband and jerked them downward. As the cool air rushed over her secret parts that were now fully revealed to this gross lecher, Sally moaned with shame and horror but extended her long slim legs so that he could draw the panties down, down and toss them away.
«Jesus H. Christ!» the drugstore owner exclaimed with something akin to reverence as his greedy eyes feasted at last on the shadowed triangular patch of her cuntal hair. Sally opened her eyes which she had kept tightly clenched shut during the last several minutes.
He towered above her, one knee on the couch, one hairy muscular leg planted on the floor. Below the slight bulge of his stomach the massively rigid pole of his desire hardened penis swung straight out from his loins.
«Oh God,» she moaned, her eyes widening in disbelief while he smiled down at her in salacious enjoyment of her amazement. His hand began a lewd stroking motion of the thick uncircumcised foreskin, popping the huge, blood engorged head out at her with its tiny slit winking like some evil eye.
«That dumb husband of yours hasn't got anything like this, has he, honey?» he teased the debased young bride as she cowered away from the sight of the powerful cock. «I bet nobody ever stretched that tight little cunt of yours. Oh, just wait till I get it up into your little belly … you're gonna beg me to let you have all of it.» He was obviously relishing her terror with a near-sadistic joy as he proudly stroked his fleshy instrument. Dear God … she could never take a thing like that in her! He would kill her if he tried!
She scarcely heard his lewd boasting, her mind was too full of the knowledge of her hopeless position … he was going to ravish her, appeals for mercy would be useless, she was sure, for her degradation was only inciting him to further obscenities. Alone with him, naked and spread out obscenely for his pleasure, there was absolutely no escape … no relief … she was lost!
Blodgett place a hand on each of her knees and deliberately began to force them apart, opening her fearfully cringing genitals completely to his lustful gaze.
«Wider,» he ordered, chuckling softly, «open 'em up wider … you got a big man coming in there, honey, with a big cock to ram in that sweet little pussy!»
The petrified young wife whimpered in fright as her husband's boss climbed onto the davenport and knelt up between her outstretched legs. She felt the springs groan under his weight as he lowered his massive, naked body toward her.
«Ray,» she half sobbed, «Oh … oh … oh Ray.»