Donna Allen - Hard up wife

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.