Three days passed before Leona's ass felt normal again. There were times when she was mortified by memories of what Halloway had done to her. At other times she relished the intense pleasure she had received. She knew she had made an important breakthrough in her sexuality, there was no denying that, but she had mixed emotions about the implications. Would she degenrate into some sort of wild nymphomaniac scouring the countryside for dirty old farmers willing to fuck her in the ass?
She tried to analyze why Halloway had been successful in giving her orgasms when all the other men in her life had failed. It wasn't just the ass-fucking. That was an important part of it, but the real reason was that Halloway, dirty and smelly as he was, had forced her to submit to his will. She had therefore no longer been responsible for what happened and she was able to let herself go. The simple truth was that she needed to be dominated.
Giving in to the need to confide in someone, Leona told her friend Gloria part of what had happened with Tom Halloway. Once the bait was offered, however, Gloria persisted until she had the whole story. The blonde's eyes gleamed with both excitement and astonishment.
"In the ass?" Gloria whispered.
Leona blushed and nodded. She was astonished at the transformation which had taken place in her life. She wondered if it was all a dream. Here she was revealing to a friend that a dirty old farmer had fucked her in the ass!
"God, it turns me on!" Gloria said wistfully. "You poor little darling! Did it hurt? How was he hung?"
Leona shrugged. "He looked big, but it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I don't know why."
Gloria giggled. "Maybe you're built big down there, honey. Anyway, your problem is solved now isn't it?"
"Is it? It's not natural to do it that way."
"Nonsense! That's a lot of crap, honey. I read somewhere that half the women in the world have their best orgasms that way. You just get Bob to try it, and if he won't do it you come with me to the Carousel Lounge and we'll find someone who will!"
Leona was not too optimistic about getting her husband to understand what she needed. She knew she'd never feel comfortable enough about it to tell Bob outright. She had to lead him along and hope for the best.
She gave herself enough time to make her preparations before Bob arrived home in the evening. No matter how straightlaced her mother had been, she had taught Leona to always groom herself for a man. Men like pretty faces and pretty bodies, her mother had said, the prettier the better. And if the package was wrapped in the right way you can get a man to do almost anything you want.
Leona took a hot shower, lathering herself with a soap that left a scent of roses on her tingling skin. After she stepped out of the shower, she couldn't help spending some time admiring her body in front of a mirror. She played with her tits and fingered her clit until her juices began to flow. Just priming my pussy, she thought. She did not allow herself to come, but she built up the tension to the point where she found herself almost trembling.
After toweling herself dry, she patted baby powder over her tits and belly. She put a dab of perfume between her tits, another in her navel, and a third directly over her pussy where the curls began growing on her mound. She combed her hair out and pinned it up high on her head. She put on a short nightgown sheer enough to be sexy. She was putting the finishing touches on her makeup when she heard Bob's key in the front door.
She met him in the living room and they briefly kissed.
"You look like a dream!" he chuckled. "I guess you want some action tonight."
"If I can get it," Leona teased. She cuddled up against him and ran her fingertip lightly over the bulge in his crotch. It wasn't long before she could feel his cock swelling into a lovely hard-on. In the meantime, Bob slipped down one of her shoulder straps to expose the ripe globe of a heaving breast. He massaged her rubbery nipple with an expert touch.
"Let's play," Leona whispered.
Bob nodded amiably. "Sure, honey! What would you like?"
Leona stepped back and pretended to give the problem serious consideration. "I suppose I ought to see the equipment," she said.
Bob grinned. He unzipped his fly and scooped out his cock and balls. Leona's eyes gleamed at the sight of his masculine meat hanging out like that. She moved closer to him and ran her fingertips over his bulging ball-bag. The eggs inside were swollen with juice. Taking hold of his upstanding cock with one hand, she used the fingers of the other hand to pull his foreskin back behind the flaring rim of his pink, plum-shaped cock-head.
She finally nodded and pulled her hand away. "The equipment looks satisfactory," she said. They were slipping into their usual game in which Bob behaved like a meek little lamb, ready to carry out whatever orders she might give him. As always, he seemed to welcome it. His eyes kept running hotly over her body, over her tits and ass and long legs which were in high heels – but he remained there awaiting her instructions. She stepped back to get a better view of him. "Drop your pants and shorts," she said.
She kept her eyes on his cock as he unbuckled his belt. He was nicely hung, there was no doubt about that. When his pants and shorts were at his ankles, she stood off to the side so that she could see the curve of his ass and the jutting of his cock at the same time. She walked around behind him and ran her finger tips lightly over the swell of his muscular asscheeks.
"Take off the rest of your clothes," she said. "Get naked."
She sat down on the sofa facing him and watched him strip. When he had everything off, she smiled and opened her legs. Her nightgown was short enough so that she knew he could see her pussy. A crazy desire swept over her, and with a slight flush on her face, she moved a hand down to her crotch and began delicately fingering her cunt-lips. Bob's eyes widened when he saw her playing with herself.
"Jesus, Leona!"
"Does it turn you on?"
"Christ, yeah!"
She had never done anything like this in front of him or any other man. The urge to do it was irresistible. Her hands went to her tits and she cupped and squeezed them through her nightgown. Bob closed his fingers around his stiff cock and began slowly pumping his meat.
"Your cock is dripping," she said.
"Yeah," Bob grunted.
Leona spread her legs wide to reveal her thick nest of crotch-hair. She moved her hands off her heaving tits and ran them don her body to her belly. She rubbed the skin of her belly and squirmed her ass restlessly on the sofa cushion.
Her fingers finally moved into the jungle of hair between her thighs. She teased open her pussy-lips and pulled them apart to reveal the moist pink meat of her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus!" Bob groaned. "Christ, that's beautiful!"
Leona located her pink clit with her fingers and began rubbing it with a feathery touch. Then she wet her fingertips with her tongue and massaged her love-button again. Her long fingers moved back and forth over the lips of her cunt. She was tremendously excited by the feverish look of lust and fascination in Bob's eyes. He was completely in her power. She no longer cared about getting her husband to do to her what the old farmer had done. Bob was obviously the wrong man for it.
"Get down over here between my legs," she said tersely.
He hesitated for only a moment, and then he knelt down on the floor in front of her. His head was very close to her gaping cunt as he looked up at her face and awaited for next command.
She held her cunt-lips open with the fingers of both hands and gazed at him expectantly.
"Sniff it!" she said. "Sniff my pussy, honey!"
She held her breath as he moved his nose to within an inch of her pussy and inhaled deeply. Reaching out, she took hold of the back of his head with her hands and pulled his face tightly into her crotch.
"Suck!" she groaned. "Suck me until I come on your face!"
The next day, Leona told Gloria she was ready to go with her to the Carousel Lounge.
"It's probably the wrong thing to do," Leona said. "But I think I owe it to myself to try."
Gloria avoided asking any questions about what had happened with Bob. She enthusiastically suggested they do it that very afternoon.
"I could use some excitement today," Gloria said. "Everything's been so damn boring! Come on, honey, let's change our clothes and get going!"
A half-hour later they were driving on Route 20 outside of town. The Carousel Lounge was attached to a "hot pillow" motel of the same name. Leona vaguely remembered hearing about the place before she was married, and she wasn't too comfortable walking in.
Gloria was evidently an old-timer, and once they were inside a number of people, both men and women, said hello to her. Leona was thankful for the dim lighting – it helped her need to be as inconspicuous as possible. My God, she thought, what if I meet someone I know? After a moment of panic, she decided there was nothing wrong with two women stopping off in a cocktail lounge for an afternoon drink.
They slipped into a booth and ordered daiquiris. It wasn't long before Gloria giggled and leaned across the table.
"Those two guys at the bar are giving us the once-over!" she whispered.
Leona looked at the bar and saw two husky young men wearing tight jeans and even tighter tee-shirts. They were both very strong-looking, the muscles of their bronze arms rippling in the dim light.
"They're kids," Leona said.
Gloria smirked. "Honey, the nice thing about a kid is that his gun is ready to go off again almost as soon as it's fired. I love kids! Besides, those two are over twenty-one, and these days that's pretty grown up."
No more than five more minutes passed before the boys at the bar sauntered over to make their pitch. Leona was uneasy, but she had to admit they were very good-looking. Maybe it was the way they radiated health. Whatever it was, she was getting turned on.
"My friend and I would like to buy you ladies a drink," one of them said.
When Gloria looked at Leona, Leona shrugged her acceptance. Gloria turned back to the boy and smiled. "I'm Gloria and that's Leona," she said. "You can sit with us, if you want."
And so it began. The boy who sat down beside Leona called himself Ray. His friend's name was Gary, and they looked enough alike so that it was some time before Leona had their names straight. The initial uneasiness gradually melted away, and it wasn't long before the four of them were joking and telling stories like old friends. The daiquiris helped. Leona hardly ever drank more than two daiquiris, but that afternoon she finished her fourth daiquiri within the first hour. When someone suggested they have a cozy little party in one of the motel rooms, Leona hiccuped, blushed, and readily agreed. They all slipped out of the booth and one of the boys went off to rent a room.
As she stepped carefully down the gravel path on the arm of Ray, Leona decided things might have been worse. These two boys were certainly nicer than either Arthur Baines or Tom Halloway. They were clean-cut, all-American kids and they reminded her of all the boys she had dated before her marriage to Bob. She wondered if anything would even get started. Maybe they would do nothing but drink and tell funny stories and have a good time without any sex. Inside the room, Leona still thought it was possible the party would be tame when she went off to the bathroom to pee. When she came out again, her illusions were abruptly shattered. Gloria was kneeling on the floor sucking Gary's cock.
"Oh, sweet Jesus!" Leona groaned.
Leona's eyes riveted on the tight ring of Gloria's lips sliding smoothly up and down the fleshy pole of Gary's cock. Gary was standing, his fly open, his cock jutting out like a spear, his tight balls exposed and quivering. Gloria was sitting on the bed in front of him with her hands gripping the cheeks of his ass.
"Sweet Jesus!" Leona repeated. Moving toward the bed, woozy from all the alcohol she'd had, Leona sat down beside Gloria. Gloria pulled back her head, tossed Leona a welcoming smile, and returned to the work of sucking the boy's cock.
The sight of it churned up Leona's insides until her heart pounded with her excitement. The raw, crude sexuality of it was overwhelming. At intervals, saliva drooled out of Gloria's mouth and dribbled down the turgid shaft of the boy's cock. Leona imagined how it must feel to have his throbbing fuck-meat in her mouth. She trembled with lust.
When Ray came to stand in front of Leona, there was no doubt in her mind about what he wanted. She considered refusing. She could get up and go out of there, go home and resume the routine of her life. Instead, she reached up and undid Ray's belt.
She soon discovered he was hung like a horse. His cock was only half-hard, but already it was bigger than any she'd ever known. A few drops of fluid dribbled out of the fat, spongy tip. She thought how full he must be, how much lovely juice he had in his balls, his hot fuck-juice waiting to erupt like a geyser.
When he spoke to her, his voice was low and commanding. "Suck it," he said. She stared helplessly at his throbbing cock-head and saw another small spurt of fluid pulse out at the end.
"Come on!" he grunted. "Get it in your mouth and start sucking!"
He pushed forward, and the end of his cock smeared over her soft lips. She glanced up and saw the insistent lust in his eyes. She opened and pursed her lips, and immediately his cock slid far into her mouth.
Ray groaned. He'd been ready to shoot his load for a long time, but he'd held himself back. His cock was completely hard now, like a huge club that pulsed and throbbed and demanded his due. The first time he'd seen this woman, back in the cocktail lounge, he'd imagined what it would be like to have her lips wrapped around his cock. He began slowly pumping his hips back and forth.
Leona rolled her tongue around Ray's cock as he fucked her mouth. She decided she liked it better like this when the man did the work. It was more exciting, as if her mouth had turned into a cunt. She heard him moan. She felt his cock throb threateningly against the back of her throat. A burst of flavor rushed through her mouth as some of his juice leaked out. She decided the taste wasn't bad – it was something she could learn to like.
As Ray continued pumping his huge cock in and out of her mouth, Leona worked his pants and shorts down to his knees. She ran her hands over the muscles of his thighs and then the cheeks of his hard little ass. She moved her fingers into the deep crack between his asscheeks. She felt his momentary pause, the expansion of his cock toward the back of her throat, and the the gush of juice leaking from his cock-head as she pushed her finger into the rubbery grip of his tight asshole.
His cock vibrated. She sucked on it hard, relishing the feel of his meat stuffing her mouth. She heard his gasp, and then a moment later he lurched forward and began shooting his load. His cum flooded in slippery jets, bolting down her throat as she swallowed. The spurting kept on and on as he grunted out his orgasm. The flood of jism seemed endless. It turned her on. She found the mouth-fucking, and now his shooting off, terribly exciting. She heard a whimper bubble up from inside her, and she began sucking harder, rotating her soft mouth around his cock in a totally shameless manner. When the last spurts of his load had vanished into her belly, she pulled her finger out of his asshole and her mouth off his juicy cock-head.
She looked up at his face and blushed. He patted her head as if she were a child and grinned.
"Super head!" he said.
Is that what they called it these days? She had always known it as cock-sucking, and now she was a cock-sucker. She had swallowed every drop of his slimy jism and she had no idea who he was or where he came from.
Gloria and Gary were now on the bed, and Gloria was squatting over his middle while she guided his cock toward her pussy. Leona stared, fascinated by the spectacle. She watched Gloria's swiveling ass descend as Gary's cock disappeared into the throat of her cunt. Gloria rocked and twisted and moaned. She pulled at her nipples and began fucking him wildly.
Leona stared mesmerized at the juicy junction of cock and cunt. Waves of hot lust shot through her as her pussy quivered and dripped. The insides of her thighs were sopping wet. She finally tore her eyes away from Gloria and Gary and looked at Ray. His cock was hard again. He had his hand on his cock shaft, slowly pumping his meat. Biting her lip, Leona lay back on the bed and opened her thighs.
"Fuck me!" she hissed.
Slowly stroking his long cock, Ray looked down at her and smiled. "On your knees, baby! I know all about what you need."
Leona blushed crimson. "What do you mean?"
"Gloria told me," Ray chuckled. "You're a back-door lady."
She said nothing for a long moment. Then she turned over. She knelt on the bed with her head down on the mattress and offered him her asshole.
There was pain, a real pain, a deep pain that brought tears to her eyes. He had a huge cock and the pain was worse than anything she'd imagined but after the pain was gone there came in its place hot ecstasy.