Leona deeply regretted the wild afternoon with Gloria. Her feelings of guilt were increased by images of her dead mother's scornful judgment. Sex between women was filthy, something thought up by the Devil. She thanked God she and Gloria hadn't done more than they did. She was grateful she'd had sense enough to refuse to let Gloria fuck her with that awful artificial cock. She couldn't be blamed for Gloria's insistence on sucking her pussy. At least she'd remained completely passive. Is any case, she now knew that another woman's mouth on her pussy would not bring on an orgasm.
Orgasms or no orgasms, Leona realized she did not want to yield sexually to another person. To climax under a man was to give in to him. She hated the idea of giving up control, of giving up her power. Even while finger-fucking, she sometimes hesitated to let go. She sometimes felt as if the orgasm would kill her, explode her into nothingness.
During the months following the incident with Gloria, Leona became more and more preoccupied with sex. She jerked off regularly, sometimes three or four times a day, sometimes to the point of exhaustion. It did no good, of course. The relief was only temporary, her sexual hunger unabated.
In the spring, she became friends with Gloria again. They avoided all talk about what had happened between them, and their friendship soon had its old harmony.
One afternoon in June, Leona drove out to the countryside alone. She loved the woods at the beginning of summer. She loved the fresh smell of country air. She loved the feeling of personal freedom. On a wild impulse, she turned off the main highway and drove down an unfamiliar dirt road. About three miles into a quiet valley, the car's motor coughed, sputtered, and finally died.
Leona cursed and fumed. She knew nothing about cars, and now she'd have to get help and maybe even a tow-truck. She had no idea where she was or how far she'd have to walk.
She climbed out of the car almost ready to cry, but when she looked up she saw an old farmhouse a few hundred yards away. It was off the road and maybe not even occupied, but she had to take a chance. She needed a telephone and the use of a bathroom. She hoped people had bathrooms out here. The idea of squatting in an out-house was disgusting. Slinging her purse over her shoulder, she began walking through an old cornfield to the farmhouse.
"If you're selling anything, I'm not interested," the man said. He stood on the rickety porch with his thumbs hooked into his dirty overalls and his bloodshot eyes glaring down at Leona. He was about fifty, with a grizzled faced and grey whiskers at least a week old. Leona's nose twitched at the smell of rotten wood and fertilizer.
"My car broke down," she said. "I could use some help. Maybe if you have a telephone I could call someone."
He relaxed somewhat. He unhooked his thumbs and folded his arms.
"Car broke down, huh? Too bad, young lady. Problem is there's no telephone here. Never had any use for the damn things. People either trying to sell you something or telling you to pay a bill. No, ma'am, there's no telephone."
Leona bit her lip in frustration. "Can I use your bathroom a minute? I'd be really grateful for that."
"Sure thing, ma'am! Come right in. The name's Halloway, Tom Halloway. If you want me to, I'll have a look at the car and see if I can find the trouble."
"That would be wonderful!" Leona said. She climbed up the steps to the porch and followed Halloway into the house. He obviously lived alone. No woman would tolerate the disorder inside the house. As if reading her mind, Halloway said: "My wife ran out on me two years ago. I guess the place is a mess."
Leona didn't really care. She locked herself in the small, smelly bathroom next to the kitchen. She took one look at the toilet and knew she'd never dare sit down on it. She quickly slipped off her panties and pushed them into her purse. She had a strange feeling someone was watching her. The idea that Halloway might be spying on her made her shiver. Raising her skirt, she squatted over the toilet bowl and let loose a healthy piss. The loud noise was embarrassing, and before she was finished she found herself giggling.
When she came out of the bathroom, Halloway had his lips pulled back in a leer that showed his teeth. She was certain now that he'd watched her in the bathroom, and the thought of it was terribly exciting.
"How about a shot of whiskey?" he said. "I haven't had a woman as pretty as you in this house in years."
Leona backed off. "No thanks, I think I'd better go. Maybe the car will start now."
He was on her in a flash. Before she knew what was happening, he had his arms around her and his wet mouth pressed against hers. She could smell the whiskey on his breath. His hands mauled her tits, pinching her nipples through the thin material of her blouse and bra. He finally pulled his mouth off her lips and laughed at the way she struggled in his arms.
"You're little hellcat!" he said. "No sense you yelling, because nobody ever comes this way, not here. Just take it easy and we'll have us a good time. Haven't had a fine pair of tits like these in ages, not since my wife took off. She had real big knockers, that woman. Built like a cow."
"Keep your hands off me!" Leona fumed. "I'll have you arrested!"
He laughed, emitting a high-pitched cackle that made her blood run cold. "Sure you will," he said. "In the meantime, let's have some fun!"
He pulled something out of his pocket, and before she realized what it was, he had her wrists handcuffed in front of her body.
"Please, don't hurt me!" she cried. "I'll do whatever you want, but don't hurt me!"
"That's a good girl," he chuckled. "I like a sensible woman. Now let's get some of these clothes off and have a look at you."
She thought he'd remove the handcuffs in order to get her blouse off, but instead he produced a knife and began cutting the blouse away. She remained motionless, trembling with fear each time the cold blade of the knife touched her skin. When he had the blouse cut away, a few flicks of the knife removed her lightweight bra.
"Nice jugs," he chuckled. "A couple of beauties!"
He hefted her breasts in his hands, raising them up and pushing them together. Then he dropped her tits and watched them jiggle. She blushed at the lust in his eyes, aware that her nipples were slowly turning into hard spikes. A shudder ran through her when he lowered his head and sucked one long nipple into his mouth. He chewed on the sensitive tip until she winced.
Pulling his mouth away and straightening up, he gave her a toothy grin. "I always like sucking on a juicy tit," he said. "My wife said I was like a baby. You're married, ain't you? Your husband ever suck on your tits?"
"You're a creep!" Leona said savagely.
Halloway laughed. He passed a rope through the handcuffs and around her waist. He tied the rope so that it was no longer possible for her to raise her arms. Then he cut open the waistband of her skirt and it dropped to the floor.
She was naked. She was sorry now she'd removed her panties in the bathroom. She used her hands to cover her pussy, but Halloway seemed more interested in her ass. She ran his hands over her asscheeks as though he were inspecting a prize heifer.
"No pants, huh? I saw you take them off in there. Why'd you do that?"
"You spied on me!" Leona hissed. "You're a filthy pervert!"
"I sure am," Halloway laughed. "I just wanted a preview of what I was getting."
She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come. Instead, a slow fire of lust began warming her belly. She was enraged at herself for getting turned on by what he was doing to her. The one certain thing was that if she resisted she might get hurt. She couldn't bear the idea of being physically hurt.
Halloway came around behind her. He slipped his hands around to hold up her tits and pressed the front of his body against her ass. The coarse material of his overalls scratched her tender skin. She thought she could feel the bulge of his cock between her asscheeks. But she wasn't sure.
"You've got a big ass," Halloway grunted. "A woman with a big ass is always a good fuck."
"Just don't hurt me," she whimpered.
He led her to an easy chair and doubled her over the back of it on her belly. Before she could think of a way to put him off, he quickly and efficiently tied her to the chair so that she could hardly move. Then he came around behind her and positioned her knees so that her defenseless ass stuck up in the air like a sacrificial offering at some diabolical rite. Although her husband had never done it that way, Leona knew it was possible for a woman to be fucked from behind. In spite of her outrage at being forced to submit to him, the idea of Halloway taking her from behind was exciting. Part of her rebelled at what was happening, and another part waited expectantly for a good fucking.
Halloway seemed not at all anxious to get down to business. He spent a great deal of time running his hands over her body, cupping her tits, tickling her belly, trailing his fingers over her back and down to the cleft of her ass. He behaved like a man who hadn't seen a naked woman in years. Halloway, Leona felt sorry for him. Any man who had to stoop to tying up a woman in order to fuck her was really some one to pity. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine Halloway as a younger man. The chair creaked and the musty smell of the upholstery filled her nostrils.
Then she felt his rough hands prying open the cheeks of her ass. She squirmed when he ran a thick finger between her cunt-lips from behind.
"That's a fat little pussy," he snickered. "I bet your husband gives it plenty of attention."
"My husband is gentleman," Leona hissed. "He'd never tie a woman up like this!"
Halloway sorely chuckled and dug his finger deeper into her pussy. "You're juiced up," he said. "You want the old ramrod, don't you? You can't help it, can you? Well, don't be bashful, girl. A juiced-up pussy is God's gift to the world. It's what makes life bearable, isn't it?" Rimming her wet cunt-mouth with his fingertip, he grunted and pushed his finger deep into the pip of her cunt-hole.
Leona groaned. Her cunt-muscles grabbed at his thick finger as though it were a cock. She tried to control herself, but the pleasure was great enough to force her to squirm. When Halloway saw her response, he slapped her ass and laughed.
"Gets to you, doesn't it?"
Then, without any warning, he pulled his finger out of her cunt and ran it up to her asshole. She whimpered, she whined, she gyrated her ass to shake him off, but nothing could prevent his lewd exploration of her tightly contracted shit-hole.
"Oh, God, that's nasty!" she cried. "Don't do that!"
It did no good, of course. He ignored her pleas. He probed her asshole with his finger until she thought she'd faint from embarrassment. The pain wasn't bad, there was even some pleasure in it, but the idea that a man was probing her shit-hole was intolerable.
Then his finger popped out and was suddenly gone. She sighed with relief. She heard him moving around behind her. She wanted to turn her head, but the ropes held her fast. She realized he was removing his clothes.
"I grew up in Tennessee," Halloway said. "We slept four in a bed and many a night I woke up with my nose in my sister's ass. You remind me of her. You've got a damn fine butt and tight little asshole."
Leona had never considered herself to be a prude, but there were certain things she thought much too nasty to talk about and one of them was her asshole. She knew there were women who let men fuck them in the ass, and she shivered at the thought of how painful it must be. She blushed inwardly as she remembered the way Arthur Baines had tickled her asshole with his tongue.
She heard Halloway moving again, and she gasped as his pasty-white body appeared in front of her eyes. He was a tall, lanky man who looked as if his body hadn't seen any sun in thirty years. The only thing meaty about him was his cock and balls. His cock was only half-hard. He had a thick circumcised cock with a fat purplish head. His hairy balls hung low and looked full and heavy.
Leona couldn't help comparing Halloway's equipment to her husband's. Halloway was only the second man she'd ever had a good look at, and her curiosity was natural. He grinned when he noticed her interest. He took hold of his dangling cock and waved it in front of her face. She closed her eyes and groaned when the warm tip of his cock touched her nose.
"Give it a lick," he said. "Wet it down."
"Oh, God, you're filthy!" she moaned.
He laughed and brushed his cock-head across her lips. She feared he'd force her mouth open, but he suddenly moved away and positioned himself once again behind her up turned ass. He opened her cunt-lips with his fingers, placed his bloated cock-head at her dripping cunt-mouth, and rammed his fuck-meat into the hot channel of her pussy with a single, smooth stroke.
Leona groaned as his warm, thick shaft stretched the walls of her quivering pussy. She was ready for him, she had to admit that. She had never thought it would be so delicious to take a cock in this way – from the rear, like a bitch-dog in heat. She could feel all of his cock, every throbbing inch of it. She could feel his hairy halls tickling the tender skin of her thighs near where they joined her ass. Shuddering at her own uncontrolled lasciviousness. She pushed back a bit to make sure she had his cock in her cunt to the hilt.
"That's the way!" Halloway chuckled.
"You sure like it, don't you, honey!"
He began fucking slowly pumping his cock in and out of her juice-drenched cunt. Bent over like that, her ass up in the air, her wet cunt plugged and unplugged by his cock, she felt completely subdued, overwhelmed by the force of his masculinity. He was fully erect now, his cock as hard as an iron bar. She tried to estimate how big ho was by the feel of him, but the position was too new, her sensations too uncertain.
"You've got a tight pussy," he panted. "You ever have any kids?"
"No," she groaned.
"Then I'm having me a real treat. There's nothing worse than a sloppy, stretched-out pussy."
She unwittingly moaned at the loss when he pulled his cock out of her pussy. He moved around the chair to stand in front of her face, his juice-coated cock pointing at her mouth, then rubbing wetly across her lips.
"Come on," he said. "Open up, or I'll get mean."
She told herself she had no choice. No matter how awful it would be, it was still better than being physically assaulted by him. She glanced briefly at his swaying cock, at the glistening sheen of her own cunt-juice on the swollen knob, and then she opened her mouth to receive him.
With a deep snort of satisfaction, Halloway pushed his thick cock past the open ring of her lips and into the well of her mouth. The thickness of his cock forced her to stretch her lips to the maximum. She was aware of nothing except the sensation of being stuffed to capacity with prick-meat. She gagged when his cock-head hit the back of her throat, but he withdrew enough to let her recover.
Cradling her head in his hands, Halloway began to slowly fuck his cock in and out of her mouth.
"Cover your fucking teeth!" he growled. "I don't need any scraping!"
She hadn't realized how easy it was to hurt the tender flesh of a cock with her teeth. When she rolled her lips to cover her teeth, Halloway sighed.
"Yeah, that's better! Just hold your mouth like that and I'll do the work. It feels almost as good as your cunt. Better yet if you didn't have any teeth. There's nothing like a mouth fuck when a woman's lost her teeth. I knew a whore in Knoxville who had false choppers. Whenever she was in the mood, she'd take them out and give the best head in the county. Of course, no woman likes to be seen without teeth, I can understand that, but it sure is nice to put your cock in a mouth like that!"
Leona had the terrifying thought that he might want to shoot off in her mouth. She was beginning to enjoy the feel of his thick, hot cock pumping between her lips, but now the thought of having to swallow his jism made her gag.
But Halloway had other ideas. He soon pulled out of her mouth and patted her head with an affectionate leer.
"Now you just relax, honey, and we'll finish this off," he said.
Leona looked up at him with saliva dribbling down her chin. "What are you going to do to me now?" she whimpered.
"Just relax," he chuckled.
He moved out of view behind her. She heard him rummaging in a cupboard, and a moment later she felt his hands on her ass.
"Pretty little asshole," he said. "You just keep it relaxed."
Oh, my, God! Leona thought, he'd kill her! She sobbed as she thought of his massive cock forcing its way into her ass. She wanted to faint, but the loss of consciousness did not come. She felt his fingers doing something to her asshole and then she realized what it was – he was lubricating her brownie.
"Always use a little grease," he said. He sounded half-drunk. "I once fucked a woman's ass without grease and nearly burned up my pecker."
"You're a filthy bastard!" Leona cried.
Halloway cackled. She froze when she felt his spongy cock-head pressing against her asshole. She had no time to think about it – he pushed ahead with a steady pressure and his swollen prick-tip suddenly popped into her shit-hole.
"Oh, God, you're killing me!" she groaned. But it wasn't that bad, not half as bad as she'd expected. There was pain, but it was tolerable. As he pushed forward, sliding his long thick cock into the hot depths of her ass, she felt as if she had a watermelon reaming out her bowels.
Halloway cackled again and squeezed the cheeks of her ass in his strong hands. "Your husband ever do this? If he don't, you ought to tell him he's missing something."
"My husband is not an animal."
"He never fucks your ass?"
"This is the first time, you lousy creep!"
"Jesus, I got me a cherry! Jesus Christ!" A hot fire of exquisite sensation was now spreading out from Leona's ass to suffuse her entire body. Halloway, fucking faster now as he became more excited, snorted and grunted.
"Christ, what a beautiful shit-hole!" he said through clenched teeth.
Leona began emitting a deep moan of joy at the end of each thrust – the song of a woman in the throes of ecstasy. When Halloway heard, he speeded up his fucking and Leona went wild.
"Oh, God, Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Keep fucking me! Oh, God, I'm going to die!"
Instead of dying, she had an orgasm, the first ever while fucking or even having sex with another person – a shattering mind-blowing orgasm that convulsed her body as though she were a straw puppet.
Throwing back his head, Halloway bellowed at the ceiling and let loose a torrent of white-hot jism into Leona's bowels.
The sun was on its way down when Leona opened her eyes again. She found herself on a bed. The handcuffs and the ropes were gone. She was still naked, but she was free to move.
She stretched like a lazy cat, a warm feeling of contentment radiating throughout her body. There was a slight pain in her asshole, but the pleasure the fucking had brought her more than compensated for it. She felt like a virgin who has suddenly discovered the deep ecstasy of sexual fulfillment. She felt like a new woman. The strangest thing of all was that it was due to a chance meeting with a scruffy old farmer.
Halloway shuffled into the room and belched. His eyes were bleary and he looked drunker than ever, his naked body wavering as he tried to maintain his balance. Leona didn't care about his belching or drunkenness she had eyes only for his cock. His fuck-meat dangled at his crotch like a limp, fat sausage. When he saw where she was looking, he leered and scratched his balls.
"You're a hot-ass woman," he said with a gleam in his eyes. "A damned good fuck!"
She raised one leg and pulled it back to expose her cunt. "I think I'd better go soon," she said softly.
Halloway chuckled. "You look as if you wouldn't mind having your little pussy sucked."
Leona smiled lewdly. "I wouldn't mind at all," she said.
Halloway turned out to be nowhere as good at sucking pussy as Arthur Baines, but he sucked like a starved man and Leona found that exciting. Since he was also pretty drunk, she wondered if men sucked better when they were drunk or sober. In any case, as she expected, the sucking didn't do much for her and its main purpose was to get him warmed up for something better. She finally pushed his head away, rolled over on her knees, and crouched with her ass in the air.
"Fuck me again," she said. "Fuck my ass!" Grunting, his cock a thick slab of hard red meat, Halloway moved into position behind her.
Leona mewled at the first touch of his swollen cock-head at her asshole. Like a dog, she thought. How marvelous it was!
They got the car started an hour later. Leona drove home at sundown with her ass squirming on the car seat and her tits full and blooming with the pleasure of a satisfying day.