Donna Allen - Hard up wife

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.

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.