In seconds the muscles of his chest were constricted with it ... strangling his life breath ... he thought she had fired the gun, shot him down ... but then he knew it was something else squeezing him with agony.

Before their shocked eyes he crumpled to the floor, gasping, "Get Doc! Get Doc!"

Chapter 7

The tobacco-brown station wagon nosed into an angled parking place at the curb in front of the drugstore. In the back, Duke whined and wiggled his sinuous form expectantly.

"No, boy," Lauralee chided the big dog affectionately, "stay. I'll only be a few minutes, and then we're going for a nice ride, OK?" The dog sat down patiently.

She opened the door and stepped out gracefully, the flash of exposed brown thigh drawing a flicker of interest from two loafers who were ranged along the curb. She did not mind, and in fact deliberately let her firm, round buttocks undulate a bit more than was usual as she stepped up to the parking meter and slid a nickel into it. Then she walked into the drugstore, quite aware of the ogling pair of eyes that followed her progress. Well, Lauralee thought, if you can still get attention at my age why not give 'em a little ass-wiggle or two ... brighten their day? Good for their morale as well as hers.

Her morale was high, and her contentment showed in the brisk, purposeful way she entered the store, smiling at Miss Minnie as she moved along the aisles, surveying the merchandise displays. The change from the dark, dusty interior of the store as it had been never failed to amaze Lauralee, although the remodeling had been completed for a good two months now.

"Hi, partner!" she called out gaily as she approached the gleaming new prescription counter. Ray Denham looked up from his desk with an answering smile.

"Hello ... partner." There was a special warmth in his voice which might have suggested to a listener that there was something more here than a simple business relationship.

She really knew how to dress, Ray was thinking. A simple, expensive button-down-the-front cotton dress that might have looked severe on a figure that was less well-endowed. Ripe ... that was the word. Ripe, without an ounce of extra flesh ... a figure that care and exercise had made the equal if not the envy of the average woman fifteen years younger than Lauralee Blodgett. The petulance and boredom had disappeared from her face and her eyes were clear and sparkling.

She pushed through the little gate that led to the prescription department, with a nod and pleasant word to the new assistant pharmacist, and seated herself on Ray's desk ... one long tanned leg swinging and the rather brief dress hiked up to a point on her thigh that was barely decent.

"Well, how do the books look, partner?" Lauralee bent right over the ledger so that the point of her full right breast nearly touched the open page.

"Well, they look damn good ... but it's a bit hard to keep my mind on the profit and loss statement with such, uh ... distractions," Ray laid his pen down and deliberately let his hand rest against the warmth of her flattened thigh.

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she purred, glancing around the store to see if anyone was watching and then wriggling closer to him as a loose, pleasant feeling pervaded her lower body, "just keep on making money for us and I won't bother my head about the books. Do you know why I'm here, darling?"

"Couldn't keep away a moment longer, I reckon?" he teased.

"Shame on you ..." she wriggled again as his hand began to move slowly along her upper leg with insinuating pressure, "I'm here to fetch you. Sally phoned and suggested, since I'm coming to dinner at your place anyway, that I give you a ride and save her the trouble of picking you up."

"God, is it actually that late?" he consulted his watch. "Funny, how the time goes these days ... I always used to be watching the clock, when ..." he paused, leaving the statement unfinished, but they both knew he meant to say when I was working for John. They avoided reference to Lauralee's late husband, not out of regret but merely because the subject was still distasteful. It was now six months since the day he had collapsed in the bedroom of the Denham's apartment over the drugstore and died a few hours later in the hospital, of a massive heart attack. From conversations with their family doctor, Lauralee learned that her husband had tricked her right up to the last. Doc had not been expecting John to have a heart attack ... he was, in fact, surprised, and attributed it to the unusual stress of the occasion. None of those present that day had revealed that Lauralee had threatened her husband with a gun; by mutual agreement all of the sordid facts had been concealed. Lee Quigg of course was glad to keep silent ... as was Tully Fairchild, as he was promised a permanent job as manager of Lauralee's farm ... and Eula knew that her husband's job at the sawmill was his as long as he wanted it.

The story given out was that there had been an argument of the pending sale of the drugstore, and John Blodgett had become too excited. After his death Lauralee abandoned all thought of the Florida apartment, she'd never wanted to go to Florida anyway and had only agreed because she thought it would be beneficial to her husband's health. Nor did she sell the drugstore. A partnership agreement was drawn up between Ray Denham and-Lauralee, with Ray receiving very favorable terms and a loan from the Quigg personal funds to finance the purchase of his share.

Lauralee had at last found something to occupy her time in straightening out the tangled business affairs of her late husband. She began to take an active interest in the various things, especially the store, and her drinking problem improved almost immediately. Now it could be said that it was no longer a problem at all -- apparently she had not reached the point of real addiction to alcohol, as she was able to take a couple of drinks and then voluntarily call a halt.

"Yes, it is that late," she swung her small foot, observing with hardly concealed pleasure the effect that the motion of her shapely leg had on Ray. "How soon can you be ready?"

"Oh, Jack and Miss Minnie can close up. I'll be right with you." He pushed his chair back and stood up, stretching wide. Ray had gained some needed weight and had lost the harried, worried look he had worn in his earlier months in Quiggville.

Sally had given him a set of golf clubs for Christmas, shortly after they joined the country club, and as often as the mild Tennessee winter permitted he had been on the course, taking lessons from the club pro.

In a few minutes the owners of the drugstore were getting into the station wagon, where Duke ecstatically greeted Ray with barks and thumping wags of his tail. Lauralee piloted the car expertly around the square and through the outskirts of Quiggville and in five minutes they were turning in at Hickory Acres.

"What did you think of the housewarming party?" Ray inquired, his eyes going proudly to the brand new pink brick colonial ranch type house into which he and Sally had moved the previous week. Lauralee shrugged.

"I reckon it was a great success ... everybody was there. But personally, I do prefer more intimate parties ... with just you and Sally and a few of our special friends ..." her prettily curved lips parted in a cat-like little smile.

"So do I, darling," Ray assured her, "but for the occasion, with, as you said, everyone there, we had to be careful not to shock some of our more ... uh, sedate citizens. Not everybody in Quiggville swings, as I'm sure you've noticed."

"Thank God, some people do," Lauralee giggled wickedly, "and thank God you and Sally joined our 'inner circle.'"

"Well, there'll just be the three of us tonight," he said as she braked the car in his driveway, "but we'll have to see if we can give the new place a real housewarming!"

Sally appeared at the side door as they climbed out of the car and Duke, released at last, bounded right up to her, barking joyously. She ruffled his fur affectionately, smiling a welcome to Lauralee and her own darling Ray. Sally still couldn't get over the way things had worked out for them, and just when the future had appeared so bleak. She had found, after that nasty John Blodgett was out of the picture, that Lauralee was really not stuck-up at all and the two women had become close friends. Lauralee had seen to it that the Denhams were welcomed into the very private little group of more modern Quiggville couples who had adopted a 20th century attitude toward sex and particularly group sex. At the time it all happened, Ray had deplored the terrible experiences Sally had been put through, but he now wondered if it had not been for the best in the long run. At least she had been initiatated -- however drastically -- into the pleasure of the male-female relationship.

Sally led them into the living room, one arm around Ray's waist and the other encircling Lauralee's slimness. "I'm a lousy bartender," she confided, "but I put all the fixings out ... build us some drinks, Ray?"

He complied with the request and then they all seated themselves around the long living room which was not as yet completely furnished but had all the essentials.

"How was your day?" Sally asked her husband warmly, her gray eyes lingering on his long body with a gleam of ... could it be desire?

"Good. Thursday's getting to be almost as big a day as Friday or Saturday."

"Yes, that's what Lee was saying," Lauralee remarked. "By the way, Sally, Lee and his wife really had a good time at your open house. I don't think I've ever seen that prig he's married to unbend quite so much. Why, one of these days we might even recruit them for some fun and games."

"Oh, I'm sure we could recruit Lee right now," Sally laughed knowingly, "but that wife of his is something else. She reminds me of ... of me, the way I used to be."

"Yeah," her husband nodded, "the way you used to be ... B.S."

"Why, Ray Denham, hush your mouth!" his wife giggled.

"I wasn't referring to the common expression 'bull shit,'" he said loftily. "I meant 'before sex.'"

"What were you planning for dinner?" Lauralee changed the subject, "I hope you didn't go to a lot of trouble."

"No, not at all. The salad's in the refrigerator and the baked potatoes are finished and in the warming oven. It's just a matter of putting the steaks on the grill."

"Hmmmmm," Ray looked from one woman to the other. The drink had relaxed him and was having a pleasantly languorous effect ... except on his penis, which was stirring down there in his pants as he contemplated the girls he referred to as his two partners. "Then why not postpone dinner for a little while. Did I show you the new master bedroom the other night, Lauralee? There's one feature that's very handy ... the king size bed. I think it would hold all of us without any crowding ... right, Sally?"

His wife smiled as a tingling excitement commenced to make itself felt in her loins as she grasped his meaning. "Lovely idea. Will you give us a guided tour?"

"Just follow me!" He set down his empty glass and all three stood up eagerly and trooped toward the bedroom, Duke following, nosing his way through the door after them.

"What a dog!" Lauralee groaned. "He never misses out on a chance for some pussy ... he's really shocking, sometimes ... but you know, since I'm alone, I do find it's nice to have Duke around ... there are times when a dog is woman's best friend!"

The trio undressed rapidly and soon were all sprawled naked on the huge bed. Ray lay on his back in the center, his enormous, erect cock pointing toward the ceiling like a flagpole as he slowly stroked the uncircumcised head to even greater hardness, rolling the thick fold of skin down until the purplish, blood-engorged tip quivered with arousal. Lauralee leaned over him, staring down fondly at the big prick she had seen many times now but still found thrilling in a lewd, vulgarly fascinating way. Just the sight of it and the thought of it pushing up inside a woman was enough to moisten the hair-fringed folds of her cunt lips as her secretions oozed from her heated vagina and she pressed her thighs together to further stimulate the exciting flow. Ray reached up with one hand and began to fondle her breasts which hung pendulously over his flat stomach, their dark nipples hardening under his fingers.

Sally's long soft body lay on his other side, fitted closely to his. She lay on her back, watching with lewd interest her husband's caressing of their friend's full-swelling breasts. God, she was hot already ... sometimes she thought the Spanish Fly had not completely passed out of her body yet, though she knew that was impossible. But ever since that day she had unwittingly swallowed the powerful aphrodisiac, Sally had welcomed sex ... in fact, she eagerly sought it from her husband ... and then, when construction began on their new home in Hickory Acres they had met some couples in the subdivision and had been invited to a few parties ... gradually, carefully, the subject had been broached ... little hints were dropped that here was one part of Quiggville where the inhabitants had been liberated from old- fashioned sexual taboos. It had not taken long for the Denhams to join in, and with them, Lauralee Blodgett.

Ray's free hand came to rest on Sally's little belly, feeling her instant, quivering response. She sighed and pushed her thighs slightly apart, waiting tensely for his hand to slide, as she knew it would, into the warm, damp "vee" between her legs and play with her hot pussy. Aaaahhh, his probing fingers found her clitoris and began to steadily manipulate the sensitive little nub of flesh and Sally moaned contentedly and screwed her buttocks into the soft mattress as she opened her legs wider and wider to him.

"You lazy gals are making me do all the work," Ray complained jokingly as he continued to arouse them both by means of his strong hands.

"Oh, all right, I'll take pity on you," Lauralee sighed, letting her hand go to his desire-swollen penis and grip its thickness that she could hardly contain in her small fingers. As she carefully smoothed back the foreskin, Ray groaned and writhed in pleasure. She quickly crawled to the foot of the bed, spreading his legs apart and crawling up between them, her excitement mounting to feverish heights at the mere thought of what she was getting ready to do to him. Still working the foreskin up and down over the velvety smooth cock-head, Lauralee dropped her face until her mouth was almost touching his extended rod. Tantalizingly, she blew her soft breath on him and he groaned with pleasure. Her tongue flicked out and made delicious warm moist contact with the rubbery bulbous tip. She ran her tongue in a circle around it, while his big body twisted until she found the tiny crevice and pushed her tongue-tip into it, savoring the pungent flavor of his seminal fluid that had seeped from the minuscule opening. Her nostrils flared with lewd excitement and prickles of desire teased the nerve-ends of her body as she relished every savory drop. Both of her hands now smoothed down his pointing shaft and caressed the velvet-smooth softness of his testicles. Cupping his sac in one palm, she again pulled back his foreskin until the ponderous, naked head stood starkly revealed ... slowly, shaping her lips into an oval, she lowered them onto the rubbery cock-head letting it rub against the lip-covered ridge of her teeth as her wet mouth slid down to encompass his maleness ... down, down ...

"That's it," Ray rasped as he began to push his hips upward against her face in slow rhythmic movements. "Suck me, baby ... suck hard!"

Lauralee did, now thoroughly excited by the lustful, debasing act she was committing as her head bobbed up and down over his loins, his long, thick cock spearing upward into her mouth while beside them his wife had risen on her elbow to stare eagerly at the couple, her legs squeezed together to hold Ray's hand in contact with her throbbing pussy flesh as she watched ... her own head bent over almost to Lauralee's as the older woman sucked voraciously now, her tongue swirling furiously about the pulsing blood-filled knob that pumped in and out of her obscenely clasping lips. Lauralee was humming wantonly deep in her throat as if already in bliss at the masochistic thought of being filled with Ray's lewd white sperm that might at any moment now flood her mouth and throat ... indeed she was thinking of that very thing, and her cunt began to quiver down below as her lips locked tighter and tighter around the lust-hardened cock ramming upward into her face until the crisp hairs of his loins brushed against her chin.

As for Sally, she could hardly have been more excited if she had been the one hunched over her husband and sucking his thick cock, cheeks hollowing and filling. Suddenly, Ray seized Lauralee's head with his left hand and held it while he rammed cruelly up into her mouth. But Sally was tired of her onlooker's role in the sensual, salacious drama and suddenly craved a more direct piece of the action. Abruptly, she rolled over and got to her knees, crawling up alongside Ray's long outstretched body and then, throwing one leg over him she squatted down, lowering her passion-crazed cunt until it was positioned directly over his mouth.

She shuddered with pleasure as she felt first his hot breath and then his long wet tongue wetly probing into her lust-filled vagina. Her body responded with a jolt of electric excitement. "Ooooooh, yes ... wonderful, darling ... lick it, yes ... eat my cunt!" She knew well how such obscenities further inspired her husband to new plateaus of rapturous sexual activity. His long hot tongue curled around her clitoris and began to dart lizard-like into her wide open pussy as she squatted over his face in the most salacious position imaginable while below Lauralee continued her oral assault on his wildly jerking penis. As his tongue raced deeper into the hotly seeping hole between her widespread thighs, Sally continued to croon her delighted acceptance of his sucking of her squirming cunt, her noises blending with the debased wet smacking sounds he was making as he worked under her. Greedily, he licked the whole length of her passion-drenched cuntal slit and she unconsciously pushed her hips slightly forward as his tongue moved on to probe at her unprotected puckered little anus ring. Her body was nearly consumed with raw excited joy as his tireless tongue burrowed deeper, actually penetrating the forbidden little hole.

Lauralee's eyes flicked up to where the stretched moons of Sally's white buttocks nearly obliterated her view of Ray's face. She could see his tongue, however, darting from his mouth and disappearing right up inside the straining girl's gaping wet pussy-slit. Ray's hands came around his wife's writhing hips to seize Lauralee's blonde hair again and ram her mouth down further on his thickly upthrusting cock. As her head went down, Lauralee suddenly had a glimpse of them all in the wide mirror of the double dresser. By God, it was something... the three obscenely jerking bodies ... the two women both laboring over Ray's prostrate form while Duke could only watch, alert and eagerly waiting for his turn which he was perfectly intelligent enough to know was coming next. Spurred on by her lewd thoughts, Lauralee Blodgett plunged her bobbing head up and down over the swollen rod of male flesh, laving its rock-hard tip with her tongue.

God, he must come soon ... his cock felt as though it would split wide open it was so hard ... in her mounting passion, Lauralee suddenly rammed her hand down between her own crouching thighs and shoved two fingers up into her steaming wet pussy. "AAaaaaaaahhhhhh," she growled deep in her throat, rotating the fingers and rummaging up into her own velvety warm cavern until she had established a masturbatory rhythm that was infinitely pleasing and heightened her enjoyment of-Ray's cock. On and on she sucked, until Ray thought he would blow his mind as his aching balls readied their load of white hot cum.

And then, it happened! With his tongue buried deep in his wife's cunt, Ray grunted and grabbed at Lauralee's head, ramming it down onto his thick member until all that protruded from her tightly ovaled lips was a tiny portion around the hairy base. She felt it jerk in her mouth convulsively and then her throat constricted as the semen began to gush out. She swallowed desperately, downing big gulps of the hot, sticky flood. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as her mouth filled and emptied again and again and she wondered if there was an end to the lewd stream pouring down her throat. Around her fingers sunk deep in her palpitating vagina something sticky was oozing ... God, she could almost make herself cum if she tried, she was so God damned hot ... almost but not quite. She felt his cock in her mouth rapidly deflating and soon it slipped completely out of her still-clasping lips, pulling with it the last sticky strings of lewd sperm. Lauralee backed off from him, wiping her mouth contentedly, but still unsated. Then Duke whined, and she snapped her fingers and the magnificent animal instantly bounded onto the bed and stood over her.

"I'll be your bitch," his mistress promised, getting to her hands and knees and presenting the smooth white moons of her buttocks to the big black and tan German Shepherd who mounted her immediately, his glistening scarlet penis unsheathed and extending to incredible length under his furry hindquarters. His forepaws clasped at the narrow point of her waist and she felt a drop of his saliva trickle onto her naked back as she waited patiently while Duke stabbed at her open wet cuntal slit with his tapered dogcock. Then, he was in ... gliding up into her with the smooth wet feeling that always nearly drove her out of her mind with excitement. "Uuuunnhhhh!" she grunted and pressed her buttocks back against his quivering haunches to further impale herself on his gleaming rod.

Meanwhile, Sally had waited patiently when she felt Ray jerk beneath her and he began to grunt out his orgasm and this had interfered with the rhythm of his tongue-thrusts into her pulsing vagina. She whimpered now, though, unable to contain her debased craving for him to fill her again and suck her to her own blissful completion. She groaned her throbbing, stretched-open cunt against his face, her very soul revelling with the thought of the enchantment that was coming, for she knew her husband would not fail her desperate need for release. Again his wet mouth clamped itself to her vagina and she rocked her hips back and forth over him ecstatically while next to her the bed sagged under the weight of Lauralee and the huge dog who was fucking her from behind. Sally looked over her shoulder, marveling at the way the older woman was taking the incredibly rapid lunges of the beast, and apparently loving them. Lauralee's head was thrown back and her face, still streaked with Ray's drying semen that had dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, was contorted with lust.

"Fuck me, Duke!" she was nearly screaming. "Come on, fuck harder, fuck harder!"

The obscene spectacle sent chills of depraved excitement shooting through the young bride and a desire to blurt out the lewd, lust- provoking words. "Oh, fuck me, Ray!" she wailed. "Fuck me with your tongue, fuck me deep ... oh, oh, oh ..." she chanted and Ray screwed her harder with his long thick tongue. His hands were at her buttocks, pressing them together and pulling them apart, kneading the twin mounds until she thought her rear crevice would split from the pressure. Then his middle finger snaked forward and began to dig straight up into her ass-hole, poised temptingly above him.

"AAAuuuggghhhh!" she screamed as the stiff, prodding finger forced its relentless way through the ring of muscle and popped into the warm spongy cavity beyond. "Ooooohh," Sally wailed in pleasure-pain that rapidly gave way to rapturous pleasure alone as he began to worm around inside her rectum, widening the passage and pressing against the thin muscular wall that separated her back passage from her seething cunt. Ray found that he could feel his own tongue sliding up into her and the revelation was mind-shattering. The debauched couple thrilled to his obscene exploration of her defenseless ass-hole while at the same time continuing his assault on her hot, wet pussy. Her body now began the slow, agonizing build-up to orgasm. She twisted and moaned, her lovely young face almost animalistic in its contorted, insane desire for release. Mewling and groaning deep with her heaving chest, she squatted lower and lower over her husband's face, ramming her lewdly skewered ass-hole down on his rigid middle finger and trying to seize and hold his tongue inside the velvet, clasping depths of her lust-enraged vagina. Now! She was almost gone ... God, this was it!

"Ohh ... ohh ... ohhhhh! My God, don't stop ... don't stop ... I'm going to cum! I'm cummmmmiiinnnggg!" And then she began to jerk convulsively, never having cum before in such a position or even dreaming that it would be possible. It was not only possible, it was fabulous ... wild ... perfect! The spasms of orgasm tore through her tingling body and seemed to go on and on ... and on ... until at last she was completely, thoroughly sated and could slip her still-clasping vagina away from his deeply buried tongue and extricate her anus from the finger that still impaled her.

As she pulled her cunt clear of his head, Ray shook his head in disbelief, "You were really turned on that time, honey," he said. "Man, your ass was really moving!"

She could only smile at him, unable to speak for another few seconds until her body had adjusted itself to coming back to reality. She snuggled into the curve of his arm and they watched as the third (and fourth, if you counted Duke) member of the party struggled toward orgasm. It would not be long now, Sally sensed, and she let her hand wander over Ray's hairy, flat chest, tangling in his curly hair as she began to breathe faster and almost started to feel what Lauralee was feeling. Although a widow now, you certainly could not say that Lauralee led a lonely or dull life. In fact, her life had taken on new dimensions with the passing of her lecherous husband. They'd owned Duke for three years, but Lauralee had confided to them that the idea of putting him to use for her own pleasure had never occurred to her until that day in the Denham's apartment when she had seen him up on the bed with Sally.

Now, the coordination of dog and woman was really something to see, Sally thought dreamily, still blissfully exhausted from her own climax. Duke was bucking into her wildly undulating buttocks and had increased his pace until it seemed that no one, human or animal, could keep up such an assault for very long. His dark-furred balls were clearly outlined under his arching hindquarters as they swung against the white crevice below Lauralee's open cunt that was absorbing the full length of his animal cock.

Then, suddenly, Duke whined and his flanks began to jerk. His torrent of animal sperm poured into his mistress's hungrily milking cunt and swirled high in her naked belly, touching off her own climax.

She moaned and flung her head back, blonde hair tumbling down, nostrils flaring and eyes rolling. The husband and wife saw her buttocks convulse under the dog, squeezing his penis as if to suck him dry of his lewd, sticky sperm and imprison his cock that was already deflating and slipping from Lauralee's streaming cunt as she still rolled in wanton ecstasy and groaned out her release.

"Duke, you fucking son-of-a-bitch!" she gasped out in a tone that was part awe for the dog's powers, part affection for her remarkable pet, part pure expression of pleasure. The three friends lay spent in the huge new bed while Duke arranged himself at their feet, like a comfortable cushion against which they could warm their feet if they desired.

"Well, I guess it's going to be a late supper," Ray observed contentedly, flinging an arm over the buttocks of each woman. "I hope you bought an extra steak for Duke, Sally? He certainly deserves one ... after that performance."

They laughed and in fact each thought, without knowing the other's thoughts, how happy she was, and that she would not exchange her small- town life in Quiggville, Tennessee -- no, not for the biggest, most bustling city. Quiggville was not really so old-fashioned ... after all. Not when you got to know it!

The End

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