Message-ID: <60085asstr$1269259802@assm.asstr.org>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 21 Mar 2010 09:59:34 -0500
From: "AdultBookCovers.Net"<VintageAdultBooks@gmail.com>
Reply-To: VintageAdultBooks@gmail.com
Subject: {ASSM} Story:  LCS60005 Hard Up Wife By Donna Allen courtesy of AdultBookCovers.net 23457652
Lines: 3666
Date: Mon, 22 Mar 2010 08:10:02 -0400
Path: assm.asstr.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d

Greetings All,

I am posting a number of stories that were originally published
during the
Golden Age of a Porn.  If you enjoy them then you may wish to
browse through our collection of nearly 3000 explicitly erotic
titles from the same era.   Our catalog is at the URL below:

http://www.adultbookcovers.net/x-cart/home.php

All of our ebooks come in Adobe Pdf  format the cover image is
included within the pdf file.

The vast majority of titles (over 99%) come with a cover scan and
all are priced at only $2.

Ebooks can be immediately downloaded once payment has been
submitted.  There is no shipping or handling cost.

We can accept payment via Visa, Mastercard and Discover Card.

Cheers,

V.A.B. vintageadultbooks@gmail.com
*****************************************************************
*******

LCS60005 Hard Up Wife By Donna Allen

CHAPTER ONE	

"You'll be late for work," she said.

Leona Crawford lay on her back on her bed with her legs hooked
over her husband's shoulders and her body shaking each time he
pumped his cock into her battered pussy.

Fucking at eight o'clock in the morning was a bore. Bob was a
sweet guy and she loved him very much, but whenever he got up in
the morning with a hard-on, he felt obligated to pulverize her
pussy with it.

The truth was that she never got much out of it, morning, noon,
or night, not in all the two years of their marriage. Leona had
resolved herself to the fact that she was simply one of those
women who got nothing out of fucking. She had orgasms, but she
always brought them on herself, sometimes in the bathtub,
sometimes while sitting on the toilet, and sometimes on the bed
when Bob was not at home. She had always enjoyed jerking off,
ever since the first time as a child, and she knew that without
it she'd probably go crazy. She knew it was important to have
some kind of sexual release.

Bob liked to fuck, but Leona thanked God he wasn't in the mood
more than once or twice a week. He liked to have her legs over
his shoulders, doubling her up like a rag-doll and pounding her
cunt until he came. She always felt terribly exposed in that
position, with her crotch up in the air, and whenever they did it
that way, she always insisted on having the lights out. It was
morning now, however, the room was lit by the sun, and she
cringed at the total exposure.

"I'm almost there!" Bob groaned.

He was usually very fast, but this time, for some reason, he was
lasting much longer. It didn't matter one way or the other-Leona
never came when he was fucking her. Certain things about it,
though, were pleasant. She could feel his heavy balls slapping
against her ass and she liked that. It made her think of Bob as a
stallion. When she was a young girl she once saw a stallion on a
farm-and she never forgot that horse's low-hanging balls. Bob had
low-hanging balls, and whenever Leona had the chance to look at
them it always turned her on, She liked looking at men. She liked
their bodies. Bob wasn't the only man with whom she'd had sex,
but he was the only one she ever loved enough to marry. He was
dependable. He was sweet. He usually did what Leona wanted. They
never did anything fancy in bed, no sucking or anything like
that, and ordinary fucking once or twice a week was at least
tolerable. Leona knew other couples did other things, but she
didn't care. What other people did
  was their business.

Leona smiled when she remembered her girlhood. Back home in
Dornville, a small town about two hundred miles from Chicago,
teenage Leona had been famous as a cock-teaser. None of the boys
who had been after her ever knew she wasn't a virgin. She'd spent
two summers with an aunt in St. Louis, and each time the distance
away from home had made her adventurous enouch to let a boy get
his hard prick inside her panties. The first time occurred when
she was sixteen and the result was a broken cherry and a bloody
mess. The second time happened with another boy a year later, and
even if there was no blood, there was a mess anyway-she'd made
him pull out and his jism had splattered all over an expensive
summer dress.

Leona liked turning men on. She liked driving them wild with her
tits and ass and legs, but when it came to fucking she thought it
was hardly worth the trouble. She also hated the idea of giving
in, of just lying there and having a man stick his prick inside
her cunt. The orgasms she gave herself whenever she finger-fucked
were always so beautiful, Leona knew she needed no one else for
real sexual satisfaction.
A deep groan came out of Bob's throat and he suddenly froze as
his cock began spurting inside her cunt. Leona counted three
spurts and then a week fourth. She could always tell by the way
he gasped each time he shot his jism. When she was younger, she'd
more than once had a boy come in her hand, and she liked to watch
the jism gush out of a cock-head. She'd never seen Bob come that
way and she probably never would. You didn't do with a husband
what you did with a Saturday night date at a drive-in movie.

When Bob rolled off her body, Leona grabbed some tissues off the
night table and stuffed them into her crotch. Having Bob's
copious load of jism run out on the bedsheet would be annoying.
Holding the tissues in place with her hand, she slipped off the
bed and moved quickly to the bathroom. Bob would relax a few
minutes, dozing like a lamb as he recovered his senses, and then
he'd get dressed and be off to work. Leona hoped he wouldn't find
some reason to dally. She was usually worked up enough from
fucking to have a good orgasm alone, but she needed privacy. She
always felt nervous doing it when Bob was in the house.

Once the bathroom door was closed, Leona sat down on the toilet
to let her husband's jism dribble out of her pussy. Then she
carefully wiped herself with toilet paper. There was a long
mirror attached to the inside of the bathroom door, and since
Leona sat facing it she could see her crotch when she opened her
legs. A soft moan escaped her lips as she gazed at her fucked-out
cunt. Using the fingers of both hands and spreading her thighs as
wide as possible, she pried open her thick cunt-lips to look at
the pink-red meat of the inside of her pussy.

She had a large clit. She'd seen pictures in a book once and she
knew that hers was larger than average. She wondered if that
meant she was more excitable. Holding her breath, she lightly
touched her fingertip to the shaft of her clit and rubbed it up
and down.

Oh, God, that feels good! she thought. Sometimes she came so hard
playing with her clit that she had to piss. Sitting on the toilet
while she jerked off was always a good idea.

When she heard the front door of the house slam, Leona heaved a
sigh of relief. Bob had left for work. He had a good job as a
salesman for an electronics Firm, and Leona hoped that some day
he'd earn enough money to make it possible for her to quit her
job. She worked part-time as a clerk in a hotel and she hated
every minute of it. She'd rather have babies. All the women she
knew were having babies and that was obviously the thing to do.

The gentle massage of the shaft of her swollen clit now became a
more vigorous rubbing. She probed the mouth of her cunt-hole with
a fingertip. How wet she was!  Her pussy-flower was weeping
sticky tears of joy. She scooped some of the juice out of her
cunt-hole and smeared it across her clit. A shiver ran through
her body as she inadvertently touched the quivering head of her
clit, Her bud was always so lusciously sensitive!

Oh, Lord! she thought. She couldn't sit there all day!  Her eye
feverish, her hands trembling, she picked up the electric
toothbrush off the shelf. She switched it on and held the handle
against her throbbing clit. The sweet sensation of an orgasm came
almost at once, and she cried out and groaned in the midst of her
ecstasy.

The first spasm ended and the second began almost at once. She
gazed at be image in the mirror. Her tits vibrated like mounds of
jelly with each movement of her body. She had heavy, pear-shaped
breasts with long dark nipples. Bob was crazy about them. He said
they were the ripe tits of a passionate woman. Was she
passionate? She wanted to be. As much as she told herself she did
not need orgasms while fucking, she knew she'd be happier if she
had them. Even if Bob rubbed her off with his hand, it would be
better than nothing. Of course, she'd never ask him. She was too
inhibited for that. In any case, she suspected that, as sweet as
he was, he cared only for his own pleasure when he fucked-and not
hers.

These thoughts of Leona concerning her relationship with her
husband whirled through her brain at the same time as the surge
of sen-sations produced by the electric toothbrush handle
massaging her clit. She was well an the way to a second orgasm
when the chimes of the front doorbell suddenly sounded.

"Jesus Fucking Christ!" she groaned.

At any other time she would have ignored it, let whoever it was
ring and go away, but she was afraid it might be Bob returning to
the house for some reason. If he'd misplaced his keys, he'd have
no way to get in. Wrapping herself in a robe, Leona hurried to
the front door and opened it.

A blonde woman with a willowy body covered by a skimpy halter and
shorts stood on the doorstep.

"Hi, I'm Gloria Simpson," the blonde said. "We just moved in next
door and we don't have a telephone yet. Could you possibly let me
make a call on your phone?"

Still half-dazed from the effects of her session in the bathroom,
Leona nodded mutely and opened the door wider to let the woman
enter.

From that moment on, Leona's life was never again to be the same.

CHAPTER TWO	

The Simpsons moved into the house next door in August. By the end
of October, Leona and Gloria were good friends. Gloria was a few
years older than Leona, but much more easygoing. Gloria was
carefree, uninhibited, and very sensual. Frank Simpson was big
and brawny and handsome and obviously virile. Leona often found
herself jealous of Gloria's apparently ideal marriage. She
greatly admired Gloria's light-hearted attitude toward sex. The
two women talked together, shopped together, and borrowed each
other's clothes. Their intimacy continued to grow as the months
passed.

It was only a matter of time before Leona confided in Gloria
about the sexual difficulties in her marriage. Gloria was
sympathetic and firm in her ideas.

"A woman ought to enjoy fucking," she said. "If she doesn't, it's
usually the man's fault."

Leona felt uncomfortable discussing something so intimate, but
she told herself she really needed Gloria's opinion. After all,
what were friends for?

"Maybe there's something wrong with me physically," Leona said.

Gloria chuckled. "Like what? You look pretty healthy to me, You
don't have trouble lubricating, do you?"

"Lubricating?"

Gloria laughed. "Pussy-juice, honey. Do you get wet when you get
turned on?"

Leona blushed. "Of course," she said.
"Then it's probably not physical. In any case, you can ask your
gynecologist. God, all this talk about fucking gets me hot!  My
darling husband is going to have a juicy pussy to suck On
tonight!" Gloria was surprised when she saw the effect her words
were having on Leona. "Jesus!" Gloria said. "Doesn't Bob every go
down on you?"

Leona avoided Gloria's eyes. Her mind reeled with an image of
Frank Simpson sucking on Gloria's juicy pussy. She wondered what
the Simpsons looked like naked. She wondered if the size of
Frank's cock went along with the rest of his body. She wondered
what it would be like to have a man's mouth on her dripping cunt.
She could feel the juice dribbling out of her pussy to wet the
insides of her thighs.

"Bob has never done anything like that," Leona said softly.

Gloria shook her head in disbelief. "Ask him," she said. "Maybe
he just needs to be asked. I bet he gets you to blast off to the
moon!"

Leona shivered. "I don't think he'd like doing something like
that."

Amused, Gloria leaned forward. "Honey, Bob looks like a real man.
A real man likes sucking a wet pussy. Believe me, I know!"

Leona decided to give it a try. As nasty as it might seem when
she thought about it, the idea of having Bob's mouth on her cunt
was ex-citing. She wondered how many of the women she knew had
their pussies regularly sucked by their husbands. Sucked and
licked. Licking was important, too. The idea of a warm tongue
gently lapping up and down the wet meat of her cunt turned her
on. The thought of someone slurping her juices made her shiver.
She wondered if Bob had ever done it to another woman. He'd been
more experienced than her when they'd married. She tried to
picture him sucking a girl's pussy. Was it true that a real man
liked doing it?

Leona waited until a Saturday night when she and Bob went out to
a movie. Their usual routine was to return home after the movie
and fuck. Saturday night was the one night he'd probably be the
most receptive to the idea of doing something different in bed.

She dressed carefully in order to be as alluring as possible. She
wore a sensuous knit dress and left off her panties. She hardly
ever walked around without panties, but she decided this was the
appropriate time for it. As they stood on line to buy their
tickets at the movie theater, she wondered how many of the other
women there had bare pussies under their dresses.

Seated beside Bob in the dark theater, Leona teased him by
running her hand along his thigh. She loved the feel of his
muscles. She imagined his thick cock dangling in his dark hairy
crotch. She pinched and probed his thigh until she had him
squirming. She could feel the heat of him. Her nipples tingled
and she was conscious of the wetness of her pussy. She prayed her
juices wouldn't stain her dress.

She had no idea how she would go about asking Bob to lick her
pussy. She had no experience with such things, she'd always been
so passive. She hoped that at the proper time she'd know what to
do.

The movie was a bore and Leona passed the time thinking about the
evening ahead. She imagined Bob's head between her thighs. She
realized now how much she'd been missing out on things, pleasures
that other women took for granted. It was time to change, time to
have a new awakening.

As they left the movie, Leona was amused at the way Bob tried to
hide his obvious hard-on. When they were alone inside the car,
she playfully teased him about it.

"There's a bone in the basement," she said.

Bob chuckled. "You put it there, honey. Have a feel."

"I will not!" Leona teased. But she pictured his throbbing cock
confined in his pants and she finally put her hand on him. He was
ready for action, his cock thick and swollen like a fat sausage.
She always liked handling his cock because she knew it put him in
her power. She kept on feeling around outside his pants, and then
finally she unzipped his fly and put her hand inside. She probed
trough the opening in his boxer shorts and scooped out his long
thick cock. She closed her hand around his rigid cock-shaft and
held him without moving, teasing him with her fingers. She knew
he wanted to be stroked, but she held him in her fist and kept
her hand still.

"You're a naughty boy," she said. "Your pecker is dripping on my
hand."

He groaned. She squeezed his cock and heard him gasp. She slipped
her hand out to his cock-head and smeared his juice over the
velvety knob. His cock-head was fat and deliciously bloated. She
could feel the heat of it under her fingertips. Using two
fingers, she pulled his foreskin back to completely expose the
juicy plum of his prick-tip. Each time they passed a streetlamp,
she could see the juice glistening in the slit of his cock-head.
She rubbed her thumb over the hole and then around the flared rim
of his knob.

There were times during their marriage when she'd thought of
taking his cock in her mouth, but she'd never had the nerve to do
it.

She knew there were women who did that, and she assumed Bob would
like It. Sometimes the urge to do it was intense. The she'd think
how nasty it was to suck on a man's piss-hole. She also did not
like the idea of giving in, of being completely subservient to
his pleasures. It was always good to hold back in order to keep
control of things. Her mother had always said that if you gave a
man everything, he treated you like a slave.

Leona adored playing with Bob's cock1 She loved the feel of his
rod when he was hard like this.

"Move your hand!" Bob groaned. "You're teasing!"

She preteneded she did not know how to do it. The pretense was
ludicrous, since the one thing she really did know how to do was
jerk off a cock. When Bob seemed on the verge of becoming angry,
she lightly pumped his cock to calm him down. The knowledge of
the power she had over him as she held his throbbing cock in her
hand was marvelous. She wanted to get him as turned on as
possible, so that he'd do whatever she asked.

Leona's pussy was soaked now, but she no longer cared about
wetting her dress. She felt giddy, as if the slightest
provocation would make her giggle. She knew she'd be able to get
him to do it, she just knew it!

When they arrived home, Leona. made Bob relax in the living room.
He was obviously anxious to start fucking, but she forced him to
calm down.

"Just wait here," she said. "I'm going to change into something
more comfortable. Just wait here and be patient."

He was both puzzled and annoyed, but he did as he was told. That
was the nice thing about Bob-he usually did what she wanted.
Maybe it was the promise in her eyes, or maybe he could smell her
pussy-juice and knew how hot she was.

She walked upstairs to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes.
She slipped on one of Bob's old shirts and a pair of slippers.
The bottom of the shirt hardly covered her bare ass and she felt
positively whorish.

Now in the bathroom, she carefully wiped her pussy and dabbed
cologne on the insides of her thighs. She had an intense desire
to jerk off, to have at least one orgasm, but she controlled
herself. Stepping lively, she returned downstairs to Bob.

She chuckled when she saw the amazed look on his face. "Do you
still like my legs?" she asked.

"Christ!" he hissed. "What's come over you?"

On the pretext of fixing something to drink, she walked back and
forth in front of him, turning and bending forward to show him
the plump cheeks of her ass. She giggled when he whistled.

"Do we have a bone in the basement?"

"You're damn right!" Bob said.

"Bring it out, honey. Show mommy how big your peter is."

Their little game, with Leona playing the role of his mother, was
an old one. Her eyes gleaming, she watched him unzip his fly and
pull out his swollen cock.

"What the hell are you up to?" he said.

"Don't you like it?"

"I don't know. You're acting kind of crazy, Leona."

"I thought you'd like me to be sexy for a change." She walked
over to him and stood between his knees so that his head pressed
against her belly. "Don't you like it when I'm sexy?"

His reply was to pass his hands up the backs of her thighs and
cup the cheeks of her ass. He squeezed and pinched her resilient
flesh until she winced.

"Listen," she said softly, "I'd like to try something new. Are
you willing?"

He looked up at her with questioning eyes. "What an you talking
about?"

"Lick my puny, honey," she said. "You've never done that and I
think I'd like It. Will you do that for me!"

"Jesus!" he groaned. "Where the hell did you get ideas like
that?"

"Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Of course, I want you to be happy,"

"Then go down on me. Lick my pussy until I'm happy!" She cupped a
hand under his chin and thrust her pelvis forward. When he tried
to push his face against her bush of cunt-hair, she laughed and
backed away.

"No," she said. "Let me sit on a chair. Let's do it right."

Leona had no clear idea of what was right, but she knew she
wanted to be completely open to him. So much had changed!  Not
too long ago, she'd have rebelled at the idea of totally exposing
her crotch in a lighted room. Now she calmly sat down on an
easy-chair and lewdly dropped her legs over the arms. Bob gazed
transfixed at the pink-red silt of her cunt and its frame of dark
curls. Leona shivered with the nastiness of it all. Moving both
hands down to her crotch, she pulled open her cunt-lips and
offered her cunt to her husband.

"Don't be bashful," Leona taunted.

Bob flushed. "Christ, Leona, what the hell's come over you?
You've never acted like this before."

"Are you backing out?"

"No, damn it, I'm not backing out!"

"Then come over here and start licking my pussy.

When he approached her, she saw that his face wins covered with a
sheen of sweat. The sight of her slender fingers pulling open her
thick cunt-lips was evidently driving him crazy. As he knelt down
on the rug, she wondered if she'd be ashamed afterward. The whole
thing seemed so nasty!  She held absolutely still as he began
kissing her thighs. She was happy now that she'd had sense enough
to use cologne. She couldn't bear the thought of offering him a
smelly pussy!  Then she cried out as he put his wide mouth
directly on her cunt and began sucking.

He used his tongue. He pushed aside her large cunt-lips and his
tongue moved up and down in the slit of her pussy. He thrust the
point of his tongue into the opening of her cunt-hole. It was
wild and horrible and lovely. The absolute lewdness of it was
overwhelming. He kissed, licked, and pushed his nose into her
cunt, but as much as she jerked and writhed, it didn't work. She
did not have an orgasm. She did not come. It was no good.

She finally pushed his head away and groaned out her frustration.
"Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck me now!"

Bob, of course, was fooled into believing she was wild with lust.
He rose up and dropped his pants. His turgid cock reared over her
lewdly. Fucking, at least, was something she knew how to do.
Raising up her legs, she gripped his hips and drew him in. The
hard meat of his cock plugged her cunt with one long stroke, and
moments later he grunted and emptied his balls into her body.

She left him dozing on the sofa. Holding her cunt-lips together
to keep his jism inside, she went off to the bathroom to clean
up, to bush her teeth, and of course to masturbate.

CHAPTER THREE	

When Leona told Gloria what had happened, Gloria nodded her head
in sympathy.

"I thought it might work," Gloria said. "But not every man is a
good cunt-lapper. Maybe you need an affair."

They were in Gloria's bedroom. Gloria was changing clothes and
she was stripped to the waist, her big tits bobbing and swaying,
her huge nipples pink and succulent.

"Oh, God, no," Leona said. "I could never do that." She stared at
the blonde's tits with intense interest. This was the first time
she'd ever seen Gloria without clothes and she was fascinated.

"Why not?" Gloria chuckled.

"I don't know," Leona said. "I just couldn't."

Gloria briefly brushed her palms across her big nipples and shook
her head with disapproval. "That's crazy," she said. "Frank and I
have an arrangement, you know, and I'm certainly not sorry about
it."

"Does that mean what I think it means?"

Gloria laughed. "It certainly does, darling. I like some
occasional action on the outside. I think it's just what you
need. It doesn't have to be anything serious, you know. Nothing
more than a roll in the hay with a stud who knows what he's
doing. I know a place we can go to some afternoon and find us
some fun and games."

Leona was shocked by the revelation that Gloria and Frank had
affairs outside their marriage. The idea that she ought to do the
same was unappealing, but she had to admit it made sense. Gloria
certainly seemed happy enough, and that's what counted, wasn't
it? Leona doubted, however, if she'd ever have the guts to go
somewhere and pick up a man.

"I suppose you're talking about a cocktail lounge," Leona said.

Gloria nodded. "Interested"

"I don't know," Leona said. "I don't think I'm ready for
something like that. I haven't been with another man since Bob
and I got married."

"I know what you mean, honey. But we've got to work on this
problem of yours. Maybe we need a specialist."

"A specialist?"

Gloria looked at Leona with a scheming smile. "I know a guy named
Arthur Baines."

Arthur Baines was a wiry little man with glittering eyes and a
handsome smile. He ushered Leona into his apartment with a
flourish, obviously delighted by her.

"Beautiful!" he exclaimed. "You're gorgeous!  Gloria said you
were a dish, and you are!"

Leona blushed. She found it difficult to believe she was actually
there with this strange man. Gloria had told her all about him,
how he failed in one department and excelled in another, how nice
he was-but  Leona felt peculiar. It was a bit freaky to be
visiting a strange man for the purpose of having her pussy
licked!  That was what Arthur Baines was all about. Gloria had
explained that although Arthur couldn't raise a hard-on, he was a
phenomenal expert at using his tongue. "He'll blow your mind,"
Gloria had said. Leona was there to have her mind blown, or her
pussy blown, depending how one looked at it. She might feel
peculiar, but she was certainly turned on. Her panties were
soaked by the intensity of her excitement.

When Arthur offered her a drink, Leona chose bourbon and water in
order to get high as soon as possible. Bourbon always made her
feel a little crazy, even after the first drink.

They sat facing each other in Arthur's cozily furnished living
room, talking trivia and getting acquainted. Leona gradually felt
more at ease, but she blushed each time Arthur looked at her
legs. He seemed like such an ordinary man, like some of the
pleasant men she knew at work, yet she would soon open her thighs
to his mouth, something she had done with no other man except her
husband, and then only once.

Arthur finally began talking about sex, or at least a particular
aspect of sex-eating pussy.

"Most women love it," he said, "but they can't find a man who
does it the way it should be done. You're married, aren't you?"

Leona hesitated a moment, but then she decided it would be stupid
to hide the fact that she was married. Arthur Baines looked
perfectly harmless. "Yes, I'm married," she said.

Arthur nodded. "You look married. You're adorable, dear, simply
adorable. Can I ask you an intimate question?"

Leona blushed. "I suppose so."

"Is your pussy wet?"

She gasped. "Oh, my God!" she said. "You weren't fooling when you
said intimate, were you?"

"That doesn't answer the question."

"I'm dripping."

A flush of pleasure suffused Arthur's face. His voice dropped
almost to a whisper. "Let me see it," he said.

She looked at him a long moment. A shiver of lust swept through
her body. "This is crazy," she said.

Arthur chuckled, his eyes fixed on her legs, waiting for them to
open. "We both know why you're here," he sad. "I'm very good at
what I do, but I'd like to see the territory, if you know what I
mean?'
"I understand," Leona said. She pulled back her dress, uncovering
her thighs, and slowly opened her legs. She was wearing both
pantyhose and panties, which made it difficult to really see
anything except the bulge of her pussy-mound.

Arthur looked disappointed. "I was hoping you'd be wearing a
garter belt," he said. "But I suppose you're too young for that.
Women these days don't know how to dress, do they? It's nice to
show a little bare skin next to the crotch-it makes a girl's
pussy irresistible. And that's what it's all about, isn't it? You
want to make your pussy as enticing as possible, don't you?"

He was right, of course. Pantyhose were absolutely
sexless-convenient but without charm. "I'm sorry," she said.

He dismissed the problem with a wave of his hand. "It doesn't
matter. It's what's underneath that counts. Maybe it's time we
had a look."

Blushing now, Leona kicked off her shoes, raised her hips, and
slowly peeled her pantyhose and panties down and off her legs.
Trembling with excitement, she sat back and opened her thighs to
show Arthur her sopping wet crotch.

A long sigh escaped his lips. "Beautiful!" he said. "That's a
gorgeous pussy, Leona. Very meaty!  Thick lips and a big clit.
Lovely lovely lovely!  That's eating pussy!"

She was caught up in it now, entangled in the craziness of it
all. With a taunting look in her eyes, she slipped a hand down to
her crotch and pried open her swollen cunt-lips. If he wanted to
look, she'd give him something to look at!

Arthur hissed. "Nice!" he said. "That's nice!  That's marvelous!"

He left his chair and came to her on his knees, his eyes bright,
his tongue passing wetly over his lips. Pushing back her legs, he
spread her thighs as wide as possible.

"Christ, what a snatch!" he groaned. "You've got hair all the way
down to your asshole, haven't you? Delicious!"

He began licking her belly, his tongue fluttering over her smooth
skin, his tongue-tip teasing the tiny cup of her navel. Then his
hand slid over the mound of her cunt-bush and his fingers pulled
at her fat cunt-lips. Moving his face back, he stared at her
gaping pussy.

"That's one of the biggest clits I've ever seen," he said. Using
his two forefingers, he pushed back the hood of her clit and
exposed the quivering little knob.

Leona moaned softly. Splaying her thighs as wide as possible, she
extended a leg over his shoulder and hooked it around the back of
his neck. She caged his head down to where she wanted it; but
Arthur chuckled and avoided kissing her cunt. He pressed his wet
lips against the satin softness of her inner thigh and sucked her
flesh between his teeth. Then he abruptly turned his head and
kissed her other thigh close to her cunt-mound.

Leona whispered. "Kiss my pussy!  Please, kiss my pussy!"

He gazed at her drooling cunt. Her cunt-lips were swollen with
her excitement, hanging open to expose her delicious inner
pinkness. Her cunt-hole oozed its milky juice like a bubbling
spring. The heady aroma wafting up from the hot meat of her pussy
caused his nostrils to flare.

Reaching underneath. Arthur grasped the rubbery cheeks of her
ass. His thumbs extended upward to her crotch. He gripped the
large lips of her cunt and spread them wide. He gazed hotly at
the slick folds of rosy flesh. Her inner lips flared and seemed
to quiver before his eyes.

"Christ, what a cunt!" he hissed.

Her mouth open, her face flushed, a film of sweat coating her
upper lip, Leona stared down at his face so close and yet so far
from her yawning pussy. She realized she would look back as this
moment as one of the most memorable of her life. A man she hardly
knew, a man with whom she ordinarily would never be involved, had
his mouth and nose only inches from her slime-covered, gaping
pussy. She could feel his hot breath on her cunt-lips. She could
see his glittering eyes boring into the depths of her hole. He
was looking at her with a hungry passion, as if her cunt was the
beginning and end of everything he had ever wanted. His head held
fast by her legs, he was completely in her power. Leona shuddered
as a mood of cold brutality gripped her mind. She gazed down at
Arthur Baines and spoke in a commanding voice that was almost a
snarl:
"Suck it, you little fucker!  Suck my cunt!  Suck me dry!"

He looked up at her with a grin of triumph. Bending his head
forward, he stuck out his tongue and touched it to her throbbing
flesh.

"Ooooh!" she moaned. Her hips bucked out of control, forcing his
mouth to skid along the slit of her cunt. "Lick me all over!" she
demanded. "Oh, yes, that's it!''
With a growl of lust, he buried his mouth in her soft warm pussy.
His tongue fluttered between her elaastic cunt-lips, swabbing her
hot meat, smearing her thick cunt-juice from cunt-hole to clit.
He sniffed and snorted at her in-
timate aroma.

Leona moaned, working her wet throbbing cunt against his face as
he sucked and licked with an animal-like ferocity. She was in
heaven, both sensually and pyschologically. It was marvelous to
have someone down there slurping at her dripping hole!  Arthur
Baines was much more active than her husband, much more
insistent, more like a puppy-dog slurping up a bowl of milk. He
made loud sucking noises that thrilled her to the core.

Arthur continued to lick avidly up and down her soft warm crotch.
He plastered her wet cunt-hair against the outer lips of her
pussy. Then, without any warning, he licked below her pussy into
the hot little indentation of her asshole.

She squealed and lurched. She groaned with delight at the
wonderful tingling sensation radiating from her shit-hole. The
lewdness, the nastiness of what he was doing overwhelmed her. The
idea that anyone would ever put their tongue in such a place had
never occurred to her. She'd certainly never dreamed how
pleasurable it could be!

Arthur tickled her asshole with his tongue only briefly. He moved
up again to the fleshy folds of her cunt and finally centered on
her clit. He worked over the swollen bud with flut-

tering, twirling caresses. He clamped his lips around it and
sucked voluptuously.

She mewled and moaned. She groaned and gritted her teeth. The
pleasure was intense, rising and falling in great waves of
sensation-but  there was no orgasm. She did not climax. Arthur
Baines sucked like a madman, but he did not make her come.

After nearly an hour of it, they gave up. Arthur rose to his feet
and used a towel to wipe off the cunt-juice covering his face. He
unzipped his fly and pulled out his small shrunken cock that
never grew hard. He began stroking himself, pulling his foreskin
back and forth over his red cock-head.

"Show me your cunt again," he hissed. "Open it up?"

Leona complied, her fingers pulled open the wet flaps of her
cunt. Without his cock ever getting hard, Arthur lurched forward
and dribbled his hot white jism on her belly.

CHAPTER FOUR	

Although Arthur Baines failed to give Leona the orgasm she
wanted, she was certain now that sooner or later she would find
something that worked.

In the meantime, Leona was more turned on to cunt-sucking than
ever before. She began looking at men with a new interest,
studying the shapes of their mouths, imagining their faces buried
between her thighs. Her fantasies of this or that man sucking her
pussy forced her to jerk off two, three, or even four times a
day. Her cunt-lips seemed to be endlessly swollen with desire.

As the weeks passed, Leona managed to get her husband into the
habit of licking her pussy at least a few times a week. Even if
she didn't come, she enjoyed it immensely. She had to be subtle
about her demands, because she certainly did not want to
reciprocate-the idea of taking his cock in her mouth disgusted
her.

Bob gradually grew more adept at cunt-lapping, but he was nowhere
near as good at it as Arthur Baines. Leona didn't mind-Bob at
least was readily available, and whatever they did was sanctioned
by a marriage contract.

By the time Christmas arrived, Leona had made Bob buy a tilting
mirror for the bedroom so that she could lie on the bed and watch
him eating her pussy. She was always the aggressive one, always
the one who initiated things, at least as far as the sucking was
concerned. Bob said he enjoyed doing it, but he was always shy
about it, and Leona always had to get him started.

She liked it best when she was on top of him, squatting over his
face, her dripping pussy pressed against his mouth. She would
lean her hands against the headboard and roll and squirm her cunt
over his nose. Sometimes she took his nose inside her cunt-hole
as though it were a cock. Bob didn't object. In fact, he seemed
to like it, and Leona gradually came to realize that the more
aggressive she was, the more her husband seemed to enjoy their
sessions together. When she told Gloria about it, Gloria was
intrigued.

"He doesn't seem the type," Gloria said. "But I suppose you can
never tell."

"Well, what do I do about it?"

"Nothing," Gloria said. "Stay with it. Enjoy yourself."

Leona sighed. "I'd enjoy myself much more if I had orgasms."

"I know, honey," Gloria said sympathetically.

"At least I'm not as inhibited as I used to be," Leona said.
"There was a time when I wouldn't even talk about it. You've been
a real friend, Gloria. I always feel relaxed with you. Maybe
sometime soon I'll solve my problem. In the meantime, there's
always my finger, isn't there? I suppose there are more women
than anyone knows about who depend on the old reliable finger."

Gloria chuckled. "Oh, you can do better than that."

"What do you mean?"

"Haven't you ever tried a vibrator?"

Leona made a face. "I don't think I could go for anything like
that"

"Don't be silly!" Gloria laughed. "Don't knock it until you've
tried it. I've got one that I guarantee will send you to the
moon. Come on upstairs with me and I'll show you how to use it."

Leona balked. "Oh, Gloria, I really couldn't!"

But Gloria was insistent, and Leona soon found herself being led
upstairs to Gloria's bedroom. Once inside the room, Gloria locked
the door and flashed a wry smile at Leona.

"Listen, honey," Gloria said. "I want you to know that I'm not a
lesbian or anything like that. Let's just say we're educating
each other. What ever happens will happen. We're just two friends
letting it all hang out. Just this once, okay?"

Leona wasn't too sure what Gloria was talking about, but she
nodded in agreement. A moment later, Gloria brought out a
flesh-colored vibrator molded in the shape of a large cock. It
had a fat mushroom-shaped head and thick veins along the shaft,
lit looked terribly real. Leona had heard about such things, but
she had never seen one.

"This is my friend Big Mac," Gloria said, fondly caressing the
long shaft. "When you turn this little switch on, it vibrates you
to heaven, anytime and everywhere. Are you interested?"

"Yes," Leona breathed softly.

Gloria grinned. "Then what are we waiting for?"

Leona watched Gloria move toward the bed and put the vibrator
down on the coverlet. Opening the snaps at her waist, Gloria slid
her pants down over her lush hips and off her legs. Leona caught
her breath when she saw that Gloria's pale green panties were
damp at the crotch. Leona could see the blonde patch of cunt-fur
outlined under the sheer material of the panties. Gloria began
undoing the buttons of her blouse.

"Come on, honey," the blonde said. "Don't make me feel lonesome."

Leona nervously began stripping off her clothes. She had no need
to look down to know that her panties were sopping wet. She tried
to analyze what was happening. Was it the idea of doing something
with another woman or just the idea of doing something forbidden
that made her so excited? She decided it was a little of both.
Even if she had no real lesbian interests, being intimate like
this with another woman definitely turned her on. Maybe it was
narcissism. Sex with another woman was, after all, like sex with
yourself.

As Leona watched Gloria. undress, she couldn't. help but admire
the blonde's gorgeous body. ,The afternoon sun sliced in through
the blinds to cast a glow on Gloria's cunt-hair. Gloria's tits
swayed back and forth lewdly. The blonde's wide pink nipples
looked delicious. Gloria's luscious ass was full and firm and
without any blemishes.

Pulling back the bed-cover, Gloria stretched out on the bed and
watched Leona slipping out of her panties.

"God, you're beautiful, Leona," Gloria said softly.

Leona blushed. "I was thinking that about you."

"If I were a gay, I could fall for you.''
A knot of fear tightened in Leona's stomach. "Please, don't," she
said.

Gloria smiled. "Okay, honey. You know I don't mean anything by
that. Get on the bed with me and let's play with Big Mac."

An old memory came back to Leona. At the age of fifteen she had
slept one night at the house of a. girl named Marie. The two
girls had slept in the same bed. Marie was a year younger and
fascinated by Leona's fully developed tits. Leona remembered
Marie's small young breasts. She remembered how when Marie leaned
over her young tits hung down like twin cones from her chest.
Before the bight was over, the two girls had kissed and sucked
each other's breasts, each one pretending the other was a boy.

There was no way to pretend Gloria Simpson was a boy. Leona
crawled on the bed beside Gloria and ran her eyes over the soft
swells and curving hollows of the blonde's luscious body.

Gloria moved the tip of the vibrator down over her belly and
teased the nose of it between her thighs. She rolled her hips and
opened her legs. For the first time ever, Leona had a good look
at Gloria's cunt.

"Oh, God!" Leona whispered. "Look how wet you are!"

Encouraged by the fascination in Leona's eyes, Gloria pulled her
knees back and opened herself to her friend's heated gaze.

"You've never really looked at another one, have you, honey?"
Gloria said.

Leona shook her head. "No," she said.

"Your own?"

"Oh, of course, I've done that," Leona laughed softly. "But it's
not the same, is it?"

"No," Gloria said with a chuckle. "It's certainly not the same.
Take the vibrator and do me, honey. I'd like that very much. Will
you do that for me?"

Tingling with excitement. Leona picked up the vibrator. She
turned on the switch and the motor aside began churning, the
cock-head gyrating slowly in trout of her eyes. "Oh, sweet
Jesus!" she hissed. The vibrations tingled through her hand and
made her fingers jerk and shake.

"Put it in me!" Gloria groaned. "Spread my lips and work that
beautiful thing into my cunt. But turn it off first. Get it
inside and than turn it on."

Her face flushed, biting her lower lip, Leona used a hand to pry
open Gloria's long, drooping cunt-lips. The blonde's pussy was
sopping wet. The first touch of Gloria's cunt-juice on her
fingers made Leona shiver. Fascinated, she gazed down into the
pinkness of Gloria's moist pussy-meat. There were differences
between their pussies; they weren't at all the same. Leona's eyes
traveled over Gloria's spread thighs, over the puffy flaps of her
swollen cunt-lips, down under her crotch and along the swells of
her ass. As Leona probed with the nose of the vibrator. Gloria
bucked up her hips so that her cunt opened wide to swallow the
broad cock-head.

"Oh, Jesus, that feels good!" Gloria moaned.

A wild throb of lust went through Leona as she watched Gloria's
dripping cunt suck in the artificial cock.

"Give me all of it!" Gloria cried. "Make me come!" Her hands
moved up to clutch her tits, her fingers pulling and twisting her
long pink nipples.

Her heart pounding with the intensity of her excitement, Leona
pushed the cock forward into Gloria's cunt. She watched the
blonde's tissues part and puff up around the shaft. Gloria's
cunt-juice glistened as it ran down onto Leona's fingertips.

Her thighs sliding up and down, her torso rolling back and forth,
Gloria inched her cunt-mouth over the thick vibrator. Her eyes
turned to Leona and she pulled her lips back in a grimace of
lust.

"Oh, Christ, it's good!  It feels like the biggest cock in the
world!  It's so fucking hard!  You can't get a real prick hard
like this, not nearly!"

She laughed and groaned. She reached out for Leona, her hands
running over Leona's thighs, her fingers dabbing in Leona's
pussy. Leona pulled back at first, withdrawing from the blonde's
touch, but then she opened her knees and Gloria's fingers pushed
into the folds of her wet cunt.

Gloria's expert touch was marvelous. She sought out Leona's large
clit and rolled it around. Leona was soon moaning and shaking so
hard she could no longer concentrate on working the vibrator in
and out of Gloria's writhing body.

"Jesus!" Gloria hissed. "Your clit's enormous!  Let me have a
look at it!  Let me see it!"

Leona released the vibrator and sat up on her knees. Using both
hands, she slowly pried open the lips of her cunt and showed
Gloria her swollen clit. The blonde feasted her eyes a long
moment and then finally groaned.

"God, what a lovely clit!  Turn on the fucking vibrator!  Turn it
on and fuck me with it!"

Her thighs shaking, her ass rolling, Gloria's cunt-mouth sucked
at the tips of Leona's fingers as she held the cock in the
blonde's body. Leona hunched over between Gloria's legs. When her
nipples grazed Gloria's thighs, the blonde reached down to cup
her hands under Leona's heavy tits.

"Give it to me, honey!" Gloria groaned. "Let me have it!  I'm
ready!"

Leona flipped the switch and the motor churned. Gloria gasped and
a ragged scream gurgled out of her open throat. Her eyes shut
tight, her body thrashed under Leona's as she rocked her pelvis
up and down, fucking her cunt on the vibrating cock.

Breathless with fascination, Leona watched Gloria's orgasm, the
movements of her body, the rocking of her hips, the way her
tissues swelled and sucked in the huge rubber cock. Leona now
clearly understood what she'd been missing all time years.
Jerking off never gave her orgasms like this not these total,
overwhelming convulsions. A cunt obviously needed a cock for
that.

Gloria suddenly grabbed Leona's hands and placed them on her
tits. The blonde's breasts filled Leona's palms. Leona's hands
began fondling and massaging Gloria's tits as it it were the most
natural thing in the world. Only for an instant did she think of
what she was actually doing, and then all the inhibitions
disappeared as Gloria moaned and lifted her chest toward Leona's
hands.

Gloria's nipples had turned into succulent spikes. Leona rubbed
them with her palms, knowing how good it felt when she did it to
herself. She thought of what it felt like to have Bob's mouth on
her tits, his lips tugging at her nipples, and she had a sudden
urge to give Gloria the same pleasure.

Lifting her palms, Leona stared down at Gloria's swollen nipples
and licked her lips. The thought jolted through her that she was
about to suck another woman's breasts and then her head was
dipping down and she was actually doing it!

Gloria's nipple was stiff and rubbery against Leona's tongue.
Leona suctioned the blonde's fit deep into her mouth. She rolled
the hard nipple under her tongue and heard Gloria moan in
gratitude. Gloria's hand cupped the back of Leona's head as she
lifted her chest to push her tit into Leona's mouth.

Since the vibrator was still churning inside Gloria's pussy, it
was only a matter of time before Gloria began coming again. Leona
kept her mouth fastened on Glora's tit, and she was soon thrilled
by having oral contact with Gloria as the blonde's body contorted
in the throes of an orgasm. Leona could actually feel the changes
produced by the climax in the texture and hardness of Gloria's
juicy nipple.

As Gloria's body rocked under hers, Leona almost felt as if she
were a man fucking a woman. The sensation was strange, but she
liked the feeling of power it gave her. She liked the way Gloria
writhed and twisted under her caresses.

Her pelvis lifting until her ass was off the bed, her eyes
glassy, Gloria cried out and spasmed through another orgasm. She
clenched her teeth and shuddered from head to toe.

She ran her hands up and down her thighs and squeezed her ass and
tits.

"Turn it off!"

Holding one hand over Gloria's cunt mound, Leona grabbed the
vibrator and switched it off. She gently pulled the rubber cock
out of the blonde's gaping cunt-hole. Whimpering as the cock-head
popped out of her tunnel, Gloria clamped her thighs together and
rolled from side to side. At last she stretched out on her back
and looked at Leona.

"God, that was good!" Gloria said. "The best ever. I think you
being here did that. Those climaxes were really sensational! 
Does it turn you on to see me come like that?"
	Leona nodded. "It's exciting."

They talked about the strange fascination of watching another
person have an orgasm, but when Gloria said it was Leona's turn
to use the vibrator, Leona refused.

"I don't want to," she said. "Really, I don't."

Gloria insisted and cajoled, but to no avail. The blonde finally
gave up. Then a gleam appeared in her eyes. "At least let me suck
your clit. You'll let me do that, won't you?"

Before Leona could respond, she found herself pushed back on the
bed with Gloria's mouth swooping down to cover her pussy.

Leona resisted at first, then the sweetness of the sensation
overwhelmed her and she opened her legs. Gloria went to work with
fanatical deliberation, and soon Leona was moaning.

"Oh, yes, suck me!  Suck my pussy!  Oh, God, yes!"

But she did not come. Gloria sucked on Leona's clit until Gloria
was exhausted and Leona's cunt completely numb. Leona could not
turn herself loose long enough to have an orgasm. Convinced it
was useless to continue, Leona finally put her clothes on and
went home.

CHAPTER FIVE	

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 bead, 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 punted. "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.

CHAPTER SIX	

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 band 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.

CHAPTER SEVEN	

Bob Crawford considered himself a lucky man. He had a good job, a
rosy future, and, above all, a pretty wife. Leona had a great
body. She was five-feet-six but looked taller. He always marveled
at the sculptured perfection of her breasts. Her tits were
chiseled exactly right, heavily nippled, set close together and
sloping straight ahead, not swaying out at angles, and with just
a hint of a sag to give them a sense of voluptuousness.

Then why do I keep looking at other women? he thought. Maybe it
was because there were so many gorgeous women around. Maybe it
was because this new kick that Leona had, this new aggressiveness
in bed, was making him think about sex all the time. He hadn't
really been all that experienced before marriage. He'd always
been shy with women, particularly when it came to doing anything
a little freaky.

Although Leona didn't know it, until the first time with her a
few months before, he'd never gone down on a woman. He'd thought
about doing it to Leona more than once, but he'd never had the
nerve. Now that he'd done it, he'd discovered how wonderful it
was!  He liked it best when Leona played the dominant role and
more or less ordered him to do it. There was a special thrill in
that. Outside the bedroom he was the real boss, but it was fun to
relax for a change and let Leona take over. It turned him on to
service a woman like that. There were times when he couldn't look
at a strange woman without wondering what it would be like to
have his mouth on her pussy.

These were his thoughts as he sat in his car waiting for a
traffic light to change. A curvy blonde was in the midst of
crossing the street in front of him, when he suddenly recognized
her. He tooted the horn and yelled out of the car window:
"Hey, Gloria, hop in and I'll take you wherever you're going!"

Gloria Simpson turned on her high heels, staring at him blankly,
and then suddenly recognized him and smiled happily. She scooted
around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and slipped
in beside him. The traffic light changed from red to green and
Bob drove off with his wife's best friend beside him.

"It's funny meeting you like that," Gloria said.

They were sitting in a small restaurant finishing lunch. They
hadn't planned on it, but shortly after Bob had picked her up
they bad discovered they were both hungry.

"Yeah," Bob agreed. "Funny it is." He glanced briefly at the
swell of her tits under her summer blouse. In all the time he'd
known Gloria, he'd never been alone with her. She had full tits
and a luscious ass. His cock twitched as he imagined himself
licking her thighs, high up where the skin was soft and tender.

They exchanged inane comments about the weather, and then Gloria
smiled mischievously.

"I bet these people here think we're married," she said. "We're
both wearing wedding rings."

Bob chuckled. "So we are."

"I wouldn't mind," Gloria said with a glint in her eye.

It took a moment for it to sink in, and then Bob finally realized
the implication. He fidgeted on his seat and couldn't help
flashing his eyes from her face to her tits and back to her face
again. "Neither would I," he said.

They lifted their wine, glasses and looked into each other's
eyes. An unspoken message passed between them. Gloria mentioned
casually that she had nothing to do for the next few hours. Bob
replied that since he was a salesman, he was always more or less
on his own time.

"We could sort of pass the afternoon together," he blurted.
"Maybe even go to a motel."

Gloria smiled. "I was waiting for you to ask."

That was all there was to it. So damned easy, so much easier than
he'd thought!  He was shaking with anticipation as they walked
out of the restaurant. He kept his eyes fixed on the tantalizing
jiggling of her meaty ass. He felt like a new man, like someone
just coming out of a cocoon.

Inside the car he was too aroused to concentrate on the driving.
Gloria sensed it and giggled. She cuddled close to him and teased
him by running her hand lightly over his thigh.

"Christ, don't do that!" he hissed.
"You look like you need some attention," she laughed. Her hand
moved up along his thigh until her fingertips found the bulge of
his hard cock. She probed and squeezed. and measured the length
of his shaft and the size of his cock-head. "You poor man!" she
teased. Pulling his zipper down, she worked her hand inside his
pants and shorts and brought out his cock and balls.

"Take it easy!" Bob groaned. He was afraid he'd shoot off in her
hand.

"You've got a nice cock," she crooned. "Nice heavy nuts."

His teeth clenched with frustration, his face flushed with
desire, he drove on until they finally reached the motel.

His hands were almost trembling as he paid the room charge. He
followed Gloria into their room with his eyes feasting on the
swell of her asscheeks and the lovely curves of her calves.

As soon as he locked the door, she turned and wrapped her arms
around his neck. She pressed her body against his, grinding her
belly over the hard bulge of his cock. Then their mouths fused
together. Her lips were soft and wet, just as he'd imagined
they'd be. Her tongue was rapidly darting in and out of his
mouth. He put his arms around her, his hands moving over her back
until he found the zipper of her blouse.

"Wait," she said softly. ''Let me do it, honey."

She unzipped the blouse, and with one deft movement she drew it
over her head and dropped it onto a chair. She wore panties and a
half-bra that covered her nipples and supported her tits from
below. Her fingers found the snap that fastened her bra and she
unhooked it. The bra fell forward, releasing the luscious mounds
of her tits. Her breasts did not droop or dangle. They stood out
lewdly, the nipples pointing jauntily upward. She had bigger tits
than Leona.

"Jesus, your tits are a dream!" he said.

She looked down at them. "They're too big," she said. "Leona's
are nicer."

"Don't talk about my wife."

"Okay," she smiled. "We won't talk about your wife." She saw that
eagerness in his eyes and she pulled back her shoulders to
emphasize her breasts. "Touch them," she said.

Reaching out, he gently cupped a hand over each thrusting breast.
Her skin felt like satin, cool to the touch, but her nipples were
growing hard as his fingers began toying with them.

"Suck them," she said. "It turns me on."

In a daze, disbelieving his luck, he sat down on the edge of the
bed and pulled her forward to stand between his legs. Her breasts
hung over his face like two ripe fruits, the large nipples pink
and succulent. When he opened his mouth, she held one breast with
both hands and pushed the nipple forward between his lips.

"That's it, honey!" she said with excitement. "Give it a good
suck!"

Her hands pushed the soft mass of her lit into his face until he
found his nose buried in her flesh. His lips worked her nipple
over, then he sucked as much of her breast into his mouth as he
could. he closed his teeth down on her tit and felt her chest
heave. He soon moved his mouth to the other tit, and her fingers
tangled in his hair to urge him on.

"Will you do that to me somewhere else?"
He pulled his mouth off her tit and looked up at her smiling
eyes. "Sure," he said. "If that's what you want."

"Every woman wants that, honey. Don't you know? Don't you like it
when Leona does it to you?"

"She doesn't."

"Then it'll be my treat. I love doing it. Do you want to kiss my
tits some more?"

"You've got great jugs."

"I'm glad you like them. I thought you were going to grab them,
in the restaurant."

"I wanted to," he said. He put his mouth on a nipple again and
flicked his tongue. When he pulled his mouth away, he said, "And
they taste even better than I thought."

There was a certain uneasiness about it all. He felt it, and he
wondered if she did, too. Maybe it was because they were doing
something forbidden. The more forbidden the act, the more
pleasurable it was to do it. Her body was no more attractive than
Leona's, and her face less so. It was the new intimacy which was
exciting, the taste and smell and feel of a new body.

Releasing her tits, he let his hands slide down over her hips. He
pulled at the elastic waistband of her panties, and then rolled
the panties down over her hips and legs. She bucked her pelvis
forward, put her hands on the back of his head, and pulled his
face into the bush of blonde hair that covered her pussy.

She pulled his face into her pussy, and then moments later they
were on the bed. He still had his clothes on. She didn't seem to
care. She had his head locked between her thighs and his mouth
chewing on her cunt, and that was all she seemed to care about.

"Get your tongue in there!" she cried. "Don't be bashful!  Drink
me!  God, I love to have my pussy sucked!  There's nothing in the
world like it!"

His nose pressed into the curls of pussy-hair. He rolled his
tongue around in the soft wet flesh.

"That's right!" she gasped. "Lick my cunt!  Give me some tongue!"

He groaned in protest at the force with which her thighs locked
around his head, but the sound was muffled by her crotch. She
refused to let him up. She kept his face jammed into her hot,
musky cunt. The sticky juice now covering his tongue tasted hot
and salty. His nose was assaulted by the hot smell of her oozing
cunt-hole. He sniffed, curious about how she compared with Leona.
Her smell was stronger than Leona's, much less delicate, even a
little raunchy. He wasn't sure how much he liked it. Then he
decided that at least it was natural. A woman's cunt ought to
smell like a cunt, not a bed of roses. You can't fuck a rose.

"Keep sucking!" Gloria hissed. "Give it a workout!"

He jammed his tongue into her cunt again, licking up along her
pulpy silt, wriggling through her juicy folds. Her hips lurched
as she mashed his nose into her crotch. His tongue suddenly sank
into the deep hole of her cunt and hot liquid poured over his
face.

"Oh, sweet Jesus!" she gasped. "Keep doing it!  Oh, God, it's
good!"

He was smothered in the smell of sex, his nose grinding into her
pussy-hair as he lapped at her cunt. She whimpered and whined as
he ate her juicy folds, as he worked his jaw against her steaming
crotch. He was trapped, unable to escape. Her hands kept his face
jammed into her mushy, dripping cunt. He licked and slurped at
her steaming pussy until he thought he would drown in her juices.

"I'M COMING!" she cried. "I'M COMING!  OH, GOD, I'M COMING! 
OOHHH!"

His face was suddenly flooded with fluid as she climaxed. He kept
sucking and slurping and swallowing her juices, until finally he
managed to pull his face away and he rolled over onto his back.

Gloria, however, was far from finished with him. She crawled
after him and squatted over his lace, holding the headboard to
balance herself, the lush slit of her cunt directly over his
mouth. Her thick pink cunt-lips were stretched wide from all the
sucking he'd done. Her thick cunt-juice was glistening in all the
folds and crevices. Her cunt-hole gaped like a hungry fish-mouth.
The red bud of her clit looked swollen and abused. For the first
time now, he had a good look at her asshole.

"You're a cunt-lover," she said triumphantly. "I can tell,"

Before he had a chance to respond, she lowered her hips and
mashed her cunt against his face. This time she was interested in
more than sucking. No woman, not even Leona, had ever crouched
over his face like this. He felt kinky being under her this way,
but at the same time there was something exciting about it. She
began grinding her crotch over his mouth and nose, using his face
to massage her pussy with a deliberate rhythm. She was thoroughly
wet again, and she smeared him with her slippery cunt-juice. She
began widening the movements of her crotch, and then suddenly she
hooked her cunt-hole on his nose and pressed her asshole against
his lips. She pushed down until she had his nose deep inside her
cunt.

"I haven't fucked a guy's nose in years!" she rasped. "You like
doing this, don't you, darling? Is my pussy juicy enough for you?
I saw you sniffing me before, but now you've got your nose all
the way inside and you don't have to sniff anymore. Christ, it's
good!  If I just rock back and forth like this, it's as good as
fucking!"

She pulled herself off his face as quickly as she had sat down on
it. She made him stand up while she undressed him. She crooned
and giggled as her fingers fumbled at his belt and unzipped his
fly. His cock was rock-hard. She sat him down in a chair and he
raised himself slightly from the seat as she pulled his pants and
shorts down around his hips.

When his swollen cock sprung free, she ran her lips and nose over
the huge knob. She trembled at the rank male smell of him and the
tiny drops of hot fluid oozing from his piss-hole.

"It's a gorgeous cock!" she said, her eyes fixed on his throbbing
cock-head. She lowered her mouth to it, and as she peeled the
foreskin down from the hot stem, she fucked her tongue lightly
around his cock-head to lap the salty fluid that had oozed from
the tip.

He moved his hips, trying to shove his cock up into her mouth,
but she avoided it. She teased him by licking her way around the
hard surface of his cock-shaft. Then she took his balls, one by
one, into her warm mouth.

"Oh, Jesus!" he groaned. "No one's ever done that before!"

Popping his balls out of her mouth, she looked up at him with
gleaming eyes. "Let me suck you off," she said. "We can fuck the
ordinary way later, if you want, but let me have the first load
down my throat."

He had no chance to discuss it. She closed her mouth over his
cock-head with a slurping noise. With one hand she cupped his
balls and rolled them gently around, while at the same beginning
a bobbing motion of her head and rubbing her lips up and down his
turgid shaft. She took his knob and shaft deeper and deeper into
her throat, bobbing her head faster and faster, until he groaned
and lurched and blew his load in a geyser of hot white jism.

Afterward, as he leaned back in a daze, she wiped the cum off her
mouth with a fingertip and licked her finger with her tongue.

"Don't worry, honey," she said. "Your balls will make more. We've
got all afternoon!"

CHAPTER EIGHT	

Although Leona was aware that her sexual life had greatly
improved, she was very uneasy about it. The way things were
going, Bob might find out about her escapades and face her with
the prospect of a divorce. She did not want that at all. She
wanted very much to stay married.

It was out of fear, then, that she decided they ought to see a
marriage counselor. She talked to Bob about it, hinting that they
need-ed a counselor because their sex-life wasn't all that
satisfactory, but he adamantly refused to have anything to do
with the idea. He was also angry that she had not told him before
that she was dissatisfied.

"I'm not dissatisfied," Leona lied. "I just think things could be
better."

"Screw it!" came the reply. "I'm not going!"

So she went herself. She found a marriage counselor in the
telephone book and made an appointment for the next day. The
counselor turned out to be a middle-aged man with a cute beard
and twinkling blue eyes. He had half a dozen diplomas of one sort
or another hanging on his office wall, and Leona thought he
looked very distinguished. His name was Alistair McPherson.

"Call me Al," he smiled.

Leona was uneasy during the first few minutes, but McPherson
quickly made her feel relaxed.

"Talk to me like you talk to an intimate friend," ha said. "You
can tell me everything. In this office we don't hide anything. We
let it all hang out, if you know what I mean."

Leona blushed. She was wearing a clinging low-cut dress and she
knew her tits were bulging at the revealing neckline. She
wondered if his reference to hanging things out might refer to
her tits.

"I think my husband and I have a sexual problem," she said
bravely.

McPherson bit into a cigar and nodded. "Most people have a sexual
problem," he said. "Some people know it and some people don't.
What's the problem?"

Leona squirmed on her chair. "Well, I suppose you could say it's
about what goes on in bed."

McPherson chuckled. "You mean you have a problem about fucking,
don't you? Oh, don't look so shocked. It's only a word, you know.
In this office we talk directly, if you know what I mean. So you
have a problem about fucking. What's the problem? You don't get
enough? Don't be bashful, talk to me like an intimate friend."

This time Leona was sure he was ogling her tits. She didn't mind
she always found it pleasant to be looked at by men. Squirming on
the chair once more, Leona crossed her nylon covered legs and was
thankful she'd been smart enough to dress up a little for the
occasion. It wasn't like going to her gynecologist she always
dressed up for him but McPherson was cute and it was nice to look
her best. She liked the idea of talking frankly. She wasn't used
to it, but she liked it. Using dirty words was shocking, but it
was titillating. Her pussy had distinctly quivered when he'd said
the word "fucking."

"It's not that I don't get enough," she said. "At least not
exactly."

"Tell me more."

"I don't know how, really I don't. It's too embarrassing."

"You have to promise to stop being a prude, Mrs. Crawford. Can
you promise me that? You can promise me that, can't you?"

"Yes, I think so.''
"Good!" he said. "Do you have orgasms.?"
	She blushed. "Not with my husband."

"Aha!" McPherson exclaimed. "Now we're getting somewhere!''
And so it began. Before twenty minutes had passed, he extracted
the whole story out of her, like a determined dentist pulling a
difficult tooth. Leona never stopped blushing. The idea of
revealing to a complete stranger that she enjoyed ass-fucking
more than anything else was almost too much for her to handle.
But she did it. She almost broke down in tears, but she did it,
and when all the secrets were exposed she was amazed to find
that, in spite of her embarrassment, talking about her problems
turned her on. Her panties were soaked and she could feel the
wetness on the insides of her thighs.

McPherson puffed on his cigar and reassured her. "The fact that
you enjoy getting fucked in the ass is not the central problem,"
he said. "it's not a problem at all. Some women like it and some
don't. The central problem is that you don't enjoy fucking with
your pussy. That's a problem. It's also a pity, because you look
like a woman who ought to enjoy sex. You look ripe. Are you ripe,
Mrs. Crawford?"

His glance moved up and down between her tits and her belly.
Leona found herself thrilled by the intensity of his gaze. "What
do you mean?" she said.

"I mean are you wet? Right now, at this moment, is your pussy
wet?"

A crimson blush suffused her cheeks.. "Yes," she said meekly.

"Are you sure? Sometimes we make mistakes about these things, if
you know what I mean. Are you certain you're wet?"

"I think so,," she whimpered.

"Find out."

"What?"

"Find out. Put your hand under your dress and find out."

She blanched, "Oh, no," she said.

"I thought you promised to stop being a prude, Mrs. Crawford. We
both know you have a pussy and we both know it sometimes gets
wet. Now put your hand between your legs and find out if you're
wet."

She did it. She had no idea why, except maybe that his eyes were
so fiercely compelling she had to obey. She probed a hand under
her dress as discreetly as possible and brought the hand out
again with cunt-juice on her fingers.

McPherson was triumphant. "Wonderful!" he said. "Now I think I
ought to lock the door so that we can get down to business in
private. Don't you agree, Mrs. Crawford?"

She looked at him, her legs trembling as she felt a gush of
cunt-juice squirt out of her pussy.
"Yes," she said softly. "But you might as well call me Leona."

Once Leona admitted to herself that she found McPherson sensually
exciting, there was no way she could avoid doing whatever he
wanted. She felt like a meek little lamb about to be devoured by
a big bad wolf. She liked the feeling. McPherson was obviously
very much aware of what was in her mind, and he acted forcefully
and directly as soon as the office was locked.

"The dress," he said. "Slip it off your shoulders and let me have
a peek at those heaving tits. A woman with heaving tits is
irresistible, did you know that? Big, heaving tits make me think
of radiant motherhood. I suppose inside every man there's a
little boy. Your tits look as ripe as your pussy must be. The
tits, please!"

Blushing, she undid some buttons and slipped the dress off her
shoulders. The flimsy bra kept her tits from bouncing around, but
it hid nothing. McPherson more or less waved it off with a sweep
of his hand. With his beard and his booming voice, he reminded
Leona of a biblical prophet. She wondered if he really wanted her
to call him Al.

He was gentle. She was surprised, but then she discovered it was
just as exciting, maybe even more.

Without touching her, he studied her breasts for a full minute.

"Wonderful jugs!" he exclaimed. "Just wonderful!  Get the nipples
hard."

"What?"

"Get the nips hard, darling. Use your fingers. Maybe some spit
will help. I want to see them standing out, out, out!"

Leona quavered. He was acting crazy now and she wasn't sure she
liked it. There was no doubt, however, that she was turned on.
Her pussy was sopping wet. She couldn't expect anything else,
sitting there like that with her big tits hanging loose and naked
in front of his eyes. Showing her tits always got her excited.
She was pleased he thought she had nice breasts, even if he
exaggerated a little. Her tits really had too much droop, like
big pears. Well, if he wanted her nipples out, she'd bring them
out. She felt self-conscious about playing with herself, but she
did her best to overcome it. Wetting her fingertips with saliva,
she went to work.

"That's it!" McPherson urged. "Roll the little buds, get them up
and out!  Tasty looking things, aren't they?"

She dropped her hands when she had her nipples turned into stiff,
rubbery stalks. Now, for the first time, he reached out to touch
her. He ran the fingertips of one hand lightly over her breast
and playfully tweaked the turgid nipple.

"How often do you finger yourself?" he asked thoughtfully.

Leona blushed. "You mean... ?"

"Yes, dear, how often do you finger your pussy? How often do you
masturbate? About once a day?"

"Sometimes."

"And sometimes more?"

"Yes."

He pulled his fingers away from her tit and patted her cheek.
"You're precious," he said. "Slip off your pantyhose and panties,
or whatever it is you're wearing underneath, but leave the dress
on. 'There are few things more stimulating than a half-dressed
woman."

Kicking off her shoes, Leona peeled her pantyhose and panties
down her legs and off her feet. As she dropped the ball of nylon
to the floor, she was shocked to suddenly see that McPherson had
his cook dangling from the open fly of his pants.

"Oh, Lord!" she said.

"Let's leave the Lord out of this!" McPherson boomed. His voice
calmer, he went on. "Play with yourself, my dear. Lift up your
dress, open your pretty legs, and strum the old banjo. Prig the
fig with a fickle finger. Jack off your sweet little pussy. Churn
your juice until it turns into cream!"

Leona was growing more and more convinced that McPherson was
completely crazy, but she quivered with excitement as she opened
her legs to show him her wet cunt. He had a thick,
menacing-looking cock, half-hard now, but slowly stiffening as he
feasted his eyes on the juicy treasure between her thighs.

She played with herself. She ran her finger up and down along the
side of her clit, and then she zeroed in on the swollen button.
McPherson's cock jerked up by degrees as he watched her.

"Just as I thought!" he suddenly bellowed. "You don't play with
your tits!  Why not?"

"I don't know," Leona trembled. "I just never do."

"Well, we'll change that, won't we? Tease the titties!  Suck
them!  Raise up a tit and gobble it!"

One hand strumming her cunt, Leona used the other hand to raise
up a heavy breast. She lowered her head and was amazed to find
that she could actually get her lips on the nipple. With a soft
moan, she closed her mouth over the hard stalk and began a
blissful sucking.

"That's it!" McPherson cried. "Toss yourself off!  Turn on that
little faucet in there and give the world some hot cunt-juice!"

Her fingers slurping and sloshing in her brimming cunt, her
juices dripping on the plastic seat of the chair, Leona sucked
her tit and shuddered at the madness of it all.

"Keep It up!" McPherson commanded.

"Keep it going!"

He made her come three times. During her third orgasm, she
discovered him fondling his long thick cock in front of her nose.
He had a magnificent prick. The large cock-tip was sculptured so
perfectly it was almost a work of art. Without any hesitation,
she opened her mouth and engulfed the dripping knob until she had
it securely lodged at the back of her throat.

His fingers holding her ears, he gazed down at her as she pumped
her mouth up and down the length of his cock. Leona was
embarrassed by the slurping noises she made. Gobs of saliva
drooled out of her mouth to coat his shaft.

"You're not bad at it," he said. "Try to move a little faster.
Squeeze the shaft down at the bottom so you get more blood into
my cock-head. That's the way!  See how it swells up? Nice, eh?"

He finally pulled his cock out from the sucking hole of her mouth
and stepped back.

"Let's give you more territory to work on," he chuckled.

He stripped off his clothes. Sitting down on the top of his desk,
he pulled up his knees and told her to suck his balls.

"Easy!" he said. "Keep it wet and do one at a time. Now the other
one. That's good!  Oh, you want my ass, do you? You go right
ahead, cutie, I don't mind at all!"

She wasn't certain why she was doing it, but the idea was so
viciously lewd it was irresistible. The first touch of her tongue
on his asshole brought a short grunt out of his throat. She
swirled her tongue over the wrinkled rim until she had him
mewling. When she pushed inside the ring of muscle, he clamped
his asshole down on her tongue and hissed:
"Oh, you little bitch!  I'm going to fuck you into the floor!"

He pushed her away and had her kneel on the rug with her dress
rolled up to her waist to completely expose her ass. Massaging
her pouting cunt and the crack of her ass with the heel of his
palm, he playfully scratched the cheeks of her ass and crooned.

"We're going to take care of that hot little pussy of yours
aren't we? Now listen carefully. When I start fucking you, you
put your hand on your cunt and give your clit the old workout.
Rubadub dub, if you know what I mean."

Kneeling behind her, he ran his cock-head in the meaty groove of
her cunt, found the socket of her cunt-mouth, and rammed himself
in with one smooth stroke.

She groaned at the exquisite sensation of the first penetration
of his hot cook deep into the channel of her cunt. She slid a
hand down under her belly, fingered her stretched cunt lips. and
found the swollen bud of her clit. She began massaging the stiff
button to the tempo of his stroking cock. He fucked her until her
bones rattled and a helpless gurgle came out of her throat.

"Now!" he shouted. "Hang loose!"

Brutally gripping the cheeks of her ass, he screwed a thumb into
her asshole and savagely pumped his cock. Leona gasped, lurched,
and erupted violently.

"OH, MY GOD!" she cried. "OH, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!  OH, SHIT! 
OH, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEE!"

CHAPTER NINE	

Although Alistair McPherson came into Leona's life very suddenly,
the affair with him lasted much longer than she expected. At the
end of that first wild afternoon of sex in his office, McPherson
made Leona promise to return a week later. He said she still had
"problems to work out." She knew better, of course. McPherson was
interested in fucking, and not much else. Leona thought about it
most of the week, and finally she decided to go back. Visiting
McPherson's office once a week would be a perfectly discreet way
to have an affair, and McPherson seemed fully capable of giving
her the sexual relief she wanted. She felt that between her
husband and McPherson, whatever sexual tensions she had would be
adequately drained.

McPherson's fucking was deliciously exciting. Leona never knew
what to expect when she visited his office each Wednesday after
noon. He had kinky tastes and lewd preferences. She was sometimes
puzzled by them, but always turned on. She now had orgasms with
his cock in her pussy-provided she had a finger working her
clit-but she still liked ass-fucking best of all. McPherson was
an expert at it. She loved the feel of him fucking her ass. She
loved his hard fat cock forcing its way into her tight little
hole. She thrilled each time he dumped his load of hot jism in
her bowels. She discovered she liked ass-fucking even when it was
brutal and deep. She even liked the pain at the moment of
penetration. At the finale, she always seemed to come endlessly,
her mind and body reeling through a series of marvelously
shattering orgasms.

One day McPherson told her that if she wanted to make him happy
she ought to wear a garter belt and stockings instead of
pantyhose.

"Pantyhose were invented by a fool and should be worn by nuns!"
he growled.

When Leona arrived the following week dressed as he wished, she
was pleased to see the lust in his eyes.

"This time we'll do whatever you want," he said. "What would you
like?"

She thought a moment and then smiled shyly. "Tie me up and fuck
my ass," she said.

McPherson chuckled. "Are you sure? That doesn't do much for your
problem, you know."

"Of course, I'm sure," Leona said. "That's what I want."

She decided to turn him on and get his motor running. Slipping
off her panties, she held her dress bunched up at her waist. The
dark stockings and black garter belt sensuously framed the dark
hair of her pussy. Enjoying the effect she was having on him, she
turned and showed him her ass.

"You're a juicy piece!" he bellowed. " A real hot fuck!"

"Where do you want me?" she purred.

"On the couch," he said. "Just kneel on the cushion and get that
gorgeous ass in the air!  I'll rope you up like a calf so you
won't be able to move a muscle!"

She climbed onto the leather sofa and knelt on the edge, parting
her thighs and pushing her, plump ass out. McPherson hauled yards
of clothesline out of a drawer and proceeded to tie her up so
securely that she was very completely immobilized. Moving behind
her, he spread open her hot asscheeks, lowered his head and
pressed his face into the damp crack of her ass. She knelt
silently, her head down, her back arched, as he kissed and licked
her asshole. She shivered as she felt his tongue press into the
opening to wet her down as much as possible.

Now McPherson straightened up and fondled the smooth white globes
of her asscheeks. "Would you like some grease?"

Sometimes she needed cream or Vaseline. This wasn't one of those
times. Her ass felt as big and open as a cunt. "No," she said.
"Just get started."

A moment later, she felt the fat knob of his cock moving between
her spread asscheeks to press against her asshole.

You've come a long way, Leona, she thought. A year ago she'd have
fainted at the mere idea of ass-fucking.

The pressure of his cock-head gradually built up until it became
an ache. The ache turned to pain and suddenly erupted into sharp
agony as the broad head of his cock popped in to her tight hole.
Pushing ahead relentlessly, he drove his thick cock into the dark
heat of her meaty ass.

"Oh,. God!" the groaned. She gritted her teeth and held her
breath as he completed the penetration. McPherson was not the
first man to fuck her ass, but for some reason his cock always
hurt more than the others. The pain had been an agony the first
time he'd done it, but now she was used to it and even welcomed
it. She knew that afterward the organ would be tremendous.

McPherson's thick cock pushed into the hot rubbery tube of her
ass until his crotch-hair pressed against her satin-smooth
asscheeks and his dangling, wrinkled ball-bag tickled her pouting
cunt-lips. Then there came the first painful withdrawal, the
tender membrane lining the inside of her asshole clinging to the
meat of his cock as he drew back for the next thrust.

The tight tube of Leona's shit-hole gradually lubricated until
McPherson was able to fuck her ass almost as easily and as fast
as a cunt. From then on, the pain was gone and there was nothing
but excruciating pleasure.

McPherson held her full hips and Leona rocked with him. She
pressed back each time to get his hard cock deep into her hot
ass.

"Christ you've got a tight butt!" he groaned. "I could fuck this
delicious hole for a week!"

"'I don't think I could stand that" Leona gasped. "You'd kill me
for sure!"

He gave out a lusty laugh. His hands moved to her tits and he
teased and stroked her long rubbery nipples. He massaged the soft
flesh of her belly. Probing between her fleshy thighs, he found
the fat nub of her swollen clit and pinched and pulled until the
deep sensation in her crotch mushroomed out to suffuse her
sweating body.

Now his turgid cock rode smoothly in the heat of her ass, his
hands under her, one hand stroking her soft belly, the other hand
masturbating her stiff protruding clit. She rode with him,
rocking back on her knees as he moved masterfully into her. She
felt the throbbing of his thick cock and speeded up her movements
to make him fuck harder.

"Now!" she cried. "Shoot it into me!  Give it to me!"

His rampant cock buried to the root between her asscheeks, he
suddenly bellowed out a roar and released the hot enema of his
jism deep into the wet heat of her bowels. Shock waves of ecstasy
tore through her body as she felt his cock pulsing in her ass.
Thick jets of hot jism squirted up her shit-hole as her finger
frantically rubbed her spasming clit. The ecstasy mounted until
she finally fell forward onto her face, shuddering with pleasure
and exhaustion.

McPherson cleaned up his cock, lit a cigar, and. offered her a
drink. "I want you to meet my wife," he said. "It's time for a
little party."

Maude McPherson was a tall blonde woman of forty. Her fine-boned,
face was smooth-skinned except for a few lines at the corners of
her hazel eyes. She was elegant and beautiful and she kept her
nose in the air.

"So glad to meet you," she said.

Leona was unsure of herself. McPherson had told her his wife's
bark was worse than her bite, but after Leona met Mrs. McPherson
she wondered if she ought to find some excuse to leave. At the
end of an hour, however, Leona felt better. Maude drank a great
deal of wine and she gradually warmed up.

They were seated in the large, sun-filled McPherson living room
talking about the escapades of a well-known movie star, when
Maude smiled casually at Leona and said:
"Alistair tells me you're a lovely fuck."

Leona blushed. "Oh, Christ!" she said softly.

"Don't be upset," Maude chuckled. "1 know all about it, darling,
every little detail. I don't mind Alistair having his fun with
you. And this afternoon we'll all get to know each other much
better, won't we?"

McPherson pulled his beard with one hand and held up his drink
with the other. "It's time!" he boomed. "Let's unveil the
goodies!"

"No, not yet," Maude said. "You promised you'd let me direct
this."

"What then?"

"Her dress is so pretty, I'd like to see her do something with
her clothes on. Maybe she ought to suck you. Yes, why not that?
She has a sexy mouth."

Leona shivered. They were treating her like an object, a body to
be used for their pleasure. She was experienced enough now not to
be surprised by the effect it had on her. The simple fact was
that the idea of being used like this turned her on.

"Okay," McPherson said. "Let's get on with it. Leona?"

The knowledge that Maude would be there watching everything made
Leona tremble with excitement. She knelt down on the rug between
McPherson's opened legs. Unzipping his pants, she searched for
his cock and brought it out of his fly. It dangled there like a
fat, blue-veined sausage. She kissed the rapidly swelling head
with a feathery touch, and then wrapped her lips around the meaty
shaft. His cock was hardening now, growing long and thick,
swelling up to its full strength, the fleshy pole rising up out
of his crotch vibrating with impatience. She blew her warm breath
on it to excite him. A sigh of pleasure escaped his lips and he
leaned back with a groan.

"Get his balls out!" Maude said.

Leona slipped, her fingers into his open fly and carefully
scooped out McPherson's heavy, hairy balls. She raised up the
wrinkled sac and tickled the sensitive skin underneath it. She
gazed at his throbbing cock and licked her lips. It was hard to
imagine that not too long ago the idea of sucking a cock had
revolted her. She wondered if Maude ever sucked her husband's
cock. The image of Maude's elegant mouth stuffed with McPherson's
pulsating cock-meat was exciting.

Parting her lips, Leona captured the bloated head of McPherson's
cock and drew it into her warm mouth. Her tongue slurped down the
underside of his shaft. She positioned herself between his open
thighs and made ready to exhibit her talents.

"Don't move," Maude said suddenly. "Let me have a look at this."
She perched on the arm of McPherson's chair and gazed down at the
junction of Leona's mouth and her husband's cock.

Keeping his cock in her mouth, Leona raised her eyes and looked
at Maude. The older woman smiled and reached down to run her
finger tips over the stretched contour of Leona's lips.

"You do have a sexy mouth," Maude said. "It's even nicer this
way. He's just about the right size for you, isn't he, dear? But
you have to be careful with Alistair he has a tendency to run
away with himself. Go on, darling, give him a good suck."

Leona could feel the warm juice oozing out of her cunt to wet her
nylon panties. She began sucking McPherson's throbbing cock. She
started slowly and sensually, making her mouth wet and loose, and
then at intervals tightening up and applying strong suction. Her
fingers rolled his large balls and tugged on the wrinkled skin
that covered them.

"Delicious!" Maude exclaimed. "Is your pussy dripping, darling? I
bet it is. Your mouth looks just like a pussy now. It's lovely!"

McPherson groaned and tried to push his cock deeper into Leona's
mouth. He leaned forward and ran his hands over her neck and the
back of her head. He reached under to massage her tits through
the thin material of her dress and bra, his thumbs causing her
nipples to harden and tingle.

"Sit back and relax, Alistair," Maude said. "Give the poor girl a
chance. Maybe you ought to get some of your clothes off."

Leona helped McPherson get rid of his shoes, socks, pants and
shorts. Leaning back again, McPherson slipped his ass forward and
offered his crotch. She took his cock in her mouth once more and
began bobbing her head. His swollen prick now stretched her
mouth, forcing her lips into a tight ring. She rubbed the soft
palate at the roof of her mouth back and forth over his hot
spongy cock-head. He had a tasty cock and she always enjoyed
sucking it. Sometimes she thought she'd like to suck it for
hours. It was really kinky to be sucking a man's cock while his
wife sat there and watched it all. She plunged her mouth firmly
down the length of his shaft until his cock-head jabbed at the
back of her throat. Then she felt Maude's hand stroking her neck.

"Lovely!" Maude crooned. "You've almost taken all of him!"

Leona slipped her mouth off McPherson's cock and gave his
satin-skinned cock-tip a nip with her lips. She held his
saliva-coated shaft and gently pumped the silky skin up and down
the hard cylinder of fuck-muscle. His cock throbbed under her
fingers and she could see the fluid oozing out of the slit.

"He's leaking!" Maude chuckled. "How nice!" She leaned over and
took hold of her husband's balls, lifting them and testing their
weight. "You're full, Alistair. I suppose you'd like to come. But
we're doing things my way, aren't we?"

"Yes!" McPherson croaked. "But let her keep sucking, damn it!"

Maude giggled softly. "Of course, darling. But promise you won't
come in her mouth. I don't want that. I want to watch you fuck
her. Do you promise?"

"I promise!" McPherson hissed impatiently.

She patted his cheek and turned to Leona. "Just a little more
sucking, darling. I know you're dying to have it, but we'll wait,
won't we? Try doing his balls, or maybe even lower down. Have you
ever had your tongue in his ass? I'd like to see that. You don't
mind, do you?"

"No," Leona said. She was sorry now that Maude was there. If she
had McPherson alone they'd be fucking by now. Her glance rested
briefly on the pouting thrust of Maude's small breasts. Maude
chuckled when she saw the focus of Leona's interest, and beg
fingers began undoing the buttons of her blouse.

"Yes, why not?" Maude said. "I think it's time we were all more
comfortable."

McPherson suffered to have his cock abandoned while the women
undressed. Intrigued by the revelation of Maude's body, Leona
kept her eyes on Maude as she stripped off her clothes.

Removing her skirt, Maude tossed it on a chair. She peeled off
her blouse and her small braless tits swung loose, big
rose-colored nipples poking rigidly from the girlish white orbs.
Leona was fascinated by the contrast between Maude's long, fat
nipples and her small breasts.

Maude's eyes raked up and down Leona's nude body and finally came
to rest on the brunette's heavy, pear-shaped breasts.

"I'm not a lesbian," Maude smiled, "but you do have luscious
tits!"

"And an ever more luscious mouth!" McPherson bellowed. "Enough of
this bullshit!  Leona, get down here and suck my cock!"

Instead of sucking his cock, this time she sucked his balls. Then
she released his ball-bag lathered with her saliva and slithered
her tongue underneath to his asshole.

"Oh, fuck, that's good!" McPherson groaned. "Look at her, Maude!
Have a good look at what the bitch is doing to me!"

"I'm looking!" Maude hissed. "I have eyes, haven't I?"

Leona drilled her tongue into the puckered, pulsing mouth of
McPherson's asshole. Groaning again, McPherson pulled up his legs
and tilted up his crotch to give her more room. The clear fluid
oozing out of his cock-head dribbled down on Leona's hair. Her
tongue reaming his musky shit-hole one last time, she finally
pulled her face away and looked at Maude with pleading eyes.

Maude smiled. "Yes," she said. "It's time, Alistair. Take her on
the rug. Fuck her from behind. Mount her like a dog, like the
dripping bitch she is. Show me her cunt split open by your cock!"

As Leona maneuvered herself, kneeling down on the rug, she felt
drops of sweat rolling off her body. Her mind was in a haze.
Fingers were soon probing her cunt-hole and asshole, but she had
no idea whose they were.

Then she felt the first touch of McPherson's cock-head at the
opening of her greedy cunt-mouth, and she no longer cared.

CHAPTER TEN	

Bob Crawford's affair with Gloria Simpson rolled merrily along.
He knew that playing around with one of his wife's friends-her
best friend, at that-was a dangerous game, but the moments with
Gloria were thrilling enough to make the danger worthwhile.

The strangest thing of all was that his sexual relationship with
Gloria was completely different from the one he had with Leona.
Gloria had turned out to be a very submissive bed partner, doing
whatever he wanted, anytime he wanted it. The more forceful and
demanding he was, the more she seemed to like it. Things were
always different with Leona, and he had no idea why. Gloria was
much more fun, much more satisfying, It was too bad he couldn't
have Gloria's brand of sex with

Leona, but it seemed impossible to arrange. That's what he
thought-until one day Gloria showed him how to do it.

One afternoon Bob and Gloria had a rendezvous at the Carousel
Motel on Route 20. Bob arrived early and rented the room. By the
time Gloria showed up, he was primed for a session of torrid sex.

"I could use some special treatment," he said.

Gloria giggled as she stripped off her blouse and bra and held up
her heavy tits like two melons in her hands. "Like what?" she
said.

"Like some deluxe head," Bob replied with grin.

Unzipping his pants, he made her sit down in front of him on the
edge of the bed. He grabbed her head and pulled it to his open
fly.

"Fish out my cock," he said.

She reached up a hand, but he grabbed her wrist and stopped her.

"Use your mouth, baby. You've got a talented mouth, you ought to
be able to do it without hinds."

She looked at him blankly, and then her expression gradually
changed and a deep flush colored her checks. When he glanced down
at the milk-white globes of her swaying tits, he could see the
juicy pink nipples hardening with her arousal.

She went to work. It wasn't easy, but eventually she was able to
get, her lips around his cock and pull it out of his pants.
Opening his belt, he dropped his pants and shorts to his ankles.
He had a full erection, his cock long and thick and dripping.

"Now suck it nice and easy," he said. "And watch those teeth.
Nothing ruins a good blow-job like too much teeth,"

"You've never complained before," she said tartly.

"Don't talk," he said. "Just suck."

She began a hungry sucking of his throbbing cock. The exciting
thing about Gloria was that she-liked sucking cock almost as much
as fucking.

She started off slowly, licking up and dawn his turgid cock-shaft
with the tip of her tongue. Then she lapped her tongue over his
swollen cock-head and jabbed her tongue-tip into the slit of his
piss-hole.

He let his fingers run idly through her hair, guiding her head
over his thick shaft. Her mouth finally moved down to the base of
his cock and she began licking his hairy balls. She sucked each
ball in turn into her mouth and squeezed it gently.

"You're doing fine," he said. "Keep suck-ing."

She moved her fingers behind his balls and caressed ass.

"Yeah," he said. "Stick tour finger up my ass."

A groan came out of his throat as she pushed her finger deep into
his shit-hole. She put the full length of his hard cock back into
her mouth and wiggled the finger in his ass. Sliding her mouth up
and down his cock, she fucked his asshole with the same rhythm.

"Christ!" he groaned. "You really know how, don't you? You're a
great cock-sucker, Gloria!  The best!  You'd better stop it now
or I'll drop the load down your throat!"

She pulled her mouth off his cock and flopped down on the bed an
her belly. Leaning over, he pulled up her dress to uncover her
creamy thighs and her plump naked ass.

"No panties," he chuckled. "You came prepared, didn't you, baby?"

She giggled and squirmed her ass under his eyes. The two gorgeous
globes swelled out from under her dress in perfect symmetry. He
sat there a moment and enjoyed the lovely sight. Then he ran his
fingertips over the smooth cheeks and down into the shadowy crack
between them. He finally lowered his head and began lapping the
crack of her ass with his tongue.

She moaned softly. As his tongue slipped down between her thighs
to brush lightly over her asshole and cunt-lips, she wriggled her
hips with a gentle, easy rhythm.

"You like that?" he asked.

"God, yes!" she hissed.

He could feel the muscles in her thighs tense with her arousal.
The one thing he'd never done was fuck a woman in the ass. He'd
never wanted to. Now, however, with Gloria's luscious ass so
ready for the taking, the idea came into his head like a burning
challenge.

"Listen, Gloria," he said, "has anyone ever fucked you in the
ass?"

She was silent a long moment. Then she said: "You can do it, if
you want."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't talk about it, just do it!"

He climbed up and straddled her, letting his cock glide over her
slippery skin. His thick red prick danced over her asscheeks and
slid in and out between her thighs. She lay there meekly, her
head buried in the pillow, moaning softly and swaying her meaty
ass back and forth.

"Let me have my purse," she said.

Puzzled, he reached over, picked up her purse and gave it to her.
Still lying on her belly she searched inside and finally handed
back to him a small tube of Vaseline.

"Use that," she said. "And try to be careful."

He squeezed out some Vaseline on his index finger and began
working it up her asshole. Her knew there was no way to get his
thick cock up her ass without lubricating her hole. When his
finger slipped up the tight channel as far as his knuckle, Gloria
shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"Please, go easy!" she moaned.

Instinct told him to keep his greased finger moving slowly in and
out of her asshole. Using his free hand, he smeared a gob of
Vaseline over the head and length of his cock, and then he pulled
his finger out gently and replaced it with the tip of his
cock-head.

For awhile he did no more than rub the head of his cock against
her puckered asshole. He took his time. He was enjoying himself
immensely and he was in no hurry at all. He wondered why he'd
never before had the urge to do this to a woman. Taking a woman's
ass implied a profound possession of her body. Was there anything
wrong with that? Was it any different than sticking his cock in
her armpit? Gloria seemed to like ass-fucking. She seemed hungry
for it.

Gloria's fingers clutched the sheets as he began pushing the head
of his cock into the tight ring of her slippery asshole.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. "Oh, my God!"

She churned her hips to ease his cock farther inside her
shit-hole.

"You want more?"

"Yes!" she hissed. She pushed up harder against him, forcing all
of his cock up her ass. She obviously wanted every inch he had to
give her. When he hit bottom, she cried out and began coming in a
series of wild spasms that nearly knocked him off the bed. She
knelt there shuddering with pleasure, ripple after ripple running
through her gorgeous ass.

Looking down, he could see the way the thick base of his cock
stretched her asshole almost to the paint of tearing. It was all
too much for him. After a few short strokes of his cock in and
out of the grip of her hot shit-hole, he heaved and grunted and
began pouring gobs of jism up her spasming ass. His coming set
her off in another series of orgasms even wilder than the first.

"God, that was great!" she said.

After they cleaned up, Gloria said she had to leave immediately
to meet her husband downtown.

"But next time you and I have to talk about this," she said. "And
about you and Leona."

She kissed his cheek, picked up her purse, and walked out.

Two weeks passed before Bob saw Gloria again. She smiled at the
hungry look in his eyes.

"I guess I turn you on," she said.

Bob grinned. "You bet you do!  I take one look at that ass and
those tits and I'm ready for action!"

"What about Leona? Does she turn you on like that?"

The smile left his face. "Never mind that."
"Okay, but I'd like to talk later."

"Maybe."

"We'll see," Gloria said cheerfully. "Now show me how ready you
are." She snuggled close to hint, rubbing the mound of her pussy
against his hip. They were still dressed. He slipped his hand
down her back and over her ass, his finger probing the deep crack
between her asscheeks and his fingertip finally finding the
puckered outline of her asshole.

"I'm a little sore there," she said.

"Hell," he said. "I haven't touched you in two weeks."

"I have a husband, you know."

He grinned. "Well, how about that? How often does he do it?"

"If you won't talk about Leona, I won't talk about Frank."

"Okay, you win," Bob said. "How often does Frank fuck your ass'?"

"About once a month. But it just happened yesterday and that's
why I'm still sore."

"Only once a month?"

"I wouldn't mind having it more. Husbands just don't understand
their wives, do they?"

"And vice versa," Bob said.

"Do you understand Leona? I don't think you do. Maybe later, if
you're nice to me, I'll tell how you can. Would you like that'?"

"Sure," Bob said. "Now let's get undressed and fuck!"

His balls churned with cum as he watched her take off her
clothes. When she bent forward to slip off her panties, the
luscious hang of her tits caused his cock to twitch.

He pushed down the waistband of his shorts. His rampant cock
bobbed up and down before settling into an upward thrust with its
rosy cock-head bare and gleaming.

Gloria lay down on the bed and Bob knelt beside her. Gripping his
cock, she stroked his foreskin up and down with her eyes fixed on
the dripping slit of his cock-head.

"You're sure ready!" she giggled.

Leaning forward, he drew his hips back and removed his cock from
her reach. He gathered her luscious tits in his hands. Pushing
her breasts together, he squeezed and wiggled them as he lapped
his wet tongue across their turgid tips. She moaned when he
clamped his lips over a long nipple and sucked it deep into his
mouth.

Shifting his weight to one side, he moved a hand down to her
crotch. She eagerly parted her legs to let him caress the ripe
split of her cunt. He fingered her slick cunt-lips and pinched
the fat bud of her clit.

"Come on!" she said. "Fuck me!  I can't wait any longer!"

He climbed on top of her, tilted his stiff cock downward, and
drove his meat home into her juice-drenched cunt.

"God, it's good!" she gasped. "You can make it twice today,
lover, I know it!  Fuck me hard!  Don't hold back!  Fuck me!"

He began stroking in and out of her slippery cunt, letting his
need build slowly, fucking her with long, evenly paced thrusts.
She was right about coming twice-the way he felt at the moment,
he could fuck her until next Tuesday!  He wondered what she had
to tell him about Leona. Heaven would be having Leona fuck as
good as Gloria. God, that would be something!

"You've got swinging balls," she crooned. "The nicest feeling in
the world is a pair of heavy nuts slapping my pussy!  Fuck me,
lover!  Fuck me out of this world!"

"Tell me about Leona," he said.

"Not now!"

"Yes, now!" he groaned. "If you want me to finish this, you'd
better talk!"

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" she moaned. "You're crazy!  Oh, shit!  Okay,
I'll tell you. Get strong with Leona. That's what she really
wants. Fuck her brains out, fuck her ass, do anything, but you be
the boss. You've got the cock, dummy. You're the boss!"

With a growl of rage, he began mercilessly pounding Gloria's body
with his cock. The more he pounded, the more she mewled her
acceptance and pleasure. He forced her legs over her shoulders
and bent her knees back until the touched her tits. His
piledriving thrusts into her steaming crotch soon brought the
first convulsions of her orgasm. Moments later, a geyser of jism
erupted out of his pulsing cock to inundate her spasmodically
contracting cunt.

"You're a good lover," she groaned. "Turn it on for Leona."

CHAPTER ELEVEN	

"Hello, lover!" Leona said.

Six months had passed since the resurrection of the Crawford
marriage. Leona was standing just inside the front door,
welcoming Bob home with an affectionate smile. A passerby on the
street would have seen nothing out of the ordinary, nothing more
than a thirty-year old man returning home sweaty and slightly
disheveled from a day's work. Of the man's wife, the passerby
would have seen no more than her face in the shadows of the
interior of the entrance-a young, attractive face, but again
nothing out of the ordinary. The passerby would not have known
that Leona Crawford was wearing no more than a pair of
high-heels. Her eyes were shadowed with a glowing blue, and her
mouth and nipples and pussylips were painted a bright red. Large
gold earrings dangled from her ears and she moved in a faint
cloud of perfume.

As Bob walked into the house, Leona approached him and ran her
fingertips lightly over the front of his pants. She kissed his
cheek.

"Come on," she said softly. "I have a cold drink waiting."

A few minutes later they were in the kitchen, their arms around
each other, kissing passionately, their tongues tangled in a bath
of saliva. Bob's hard cock throbbed as Leona greedily sucked his
tongue and wantonly rubbed herself against his lean body. His
hands roamed over her back and the full, pliant cheeks of her
ass. She thrilled at his touch. When he pressed downward on her
shoulders, she gladly yielded to the pressure and sank to her
knees before him.

She wanted what he wanted and she was eager to do it for him. The
anticipation of her pleasure increased the flow of cunt-juice
already leaking out of her pussy. Her cunt-lips were fat and
swollen. Her clit was quivering and extended. She had jerked off
all day, but never to the point of orgasm. She had titillated
herself in order to prime her body for the evening.

The intensity of Leona's lust caused her hands to tremble as she
unzipped Bob's fly and brought out his rampant cock. A sigh
escaped her hot lips as she wrapped her cool slender fingers
around his pulsing shaft. Moving her face forward, extending her
tongue, she licked the sleek cock-head like an ice cream cone.
Then she opened her lips and filled her mouth with his turgid
cock-meat.

His eyes glittering, Bob gazed down and watched his wife's red
lips slide wetly over the throbbing shaft of his swollen cock.

"All the way, honey," he said. "Get it into your throat."

Leona slid her hands around his hips and stroked his. hard
asscheeks through the material of his pants. She began bobbing
her head on his cock, the warm oven of her mouth moving back and
forth on the fleshy pole. Then she felt his fingers caressing her
head and tangling in her hair. She moaned on the mouthful of
cock-meat.

"I'm almost there," Bob said casually. The first orgasm would
relieve his tensions and prepare for the evening ahead. A quick
blow-job was always the surest way to get his body ready for
serious fucking.

Her hands clinging to the backs of Bob's thighs, Leona continued
to hungrily suck his cock. Then, suddenly, he hunched and
groaned, and a moment later he flooded her waiting mouth with a
river of hot cum. Her throat worked in spasms as she snorted
through her passion-flared nostrils and swallowed his thick jism
spurt by delicious spurt. Only when she had his cock drained of
the last drops of his milky fuck-juice did she allow his prick to
slip from between her puffy lips. She wiped off her mouth with a
finger, sucked off the excess jism, and rose to her feet.

"I bought two steaks for dinner," she said. Taking hold of his
limp cock with her fingers, she stripped back his foreskin and
carefully wiped his cock-head with a Kleenex.

"I need a quick shower," he said. "Fix me another drink and wait
for me."

Two drinks was all they allowed themselves, since they knew that
more than that dulled their senses.

Bob came out of the bathroom wearing the silk robe Leona had
given him on his last birth-
day. Leona remained nude, and when she handed him his drink in
the living room he playfully tweaked one of her nipples. His palm
cupped the heavy resilient globe of her breast, and then his
fingers moved down to graze her pussy-hair.

"Warm it up for me," he said She smiled shyly and handed him her
drink. Moving to an easy chair, she sat down and dangled her legs
over the upholstered arms. Her cunt opened like a meaty clam, her
red cunt-lips gaping lewdly. Closing her eyes, she slipped a hand
down to the heat of her hairy crotch and began finger-fucking.

Playing with herself in front of her husband always excited Leona
to a fever pitch. It was deeply thrilling to expose the raw red
meat of her dripping cunt to his lustful gaze. She slowly rubbed
her middle finger up and down the length of her drooping
cunt-lips. There had been a time, long ago, when she'd thought
her cunt ugly. That had all passed. She was now mature enough to
be aware of the special beauty of her pussy. Using her fingertip,
she gently touched the shaft of her large clit. Then her finger
dipped into her cunt-mouth, scooped out some cunt-juice, and
moved up again to stroke her clit.

"That's nice," Bob said. "But don't I don't come."

Her wet finger left her clit and probed once more into hot
cunt-hole. This time she added a second finger to give her
greater fullness in her hole.

Using the ball of her thumb to stroke her clit, and her two
fingers to simulate a cock in her cunt-hole, she finger-fucked
herself with a steady rhythm. Her cunt was now juicy enough so
that her fingers made a sloshing noise as they moved in and out.

"I'll come soon if I don't stop," she groaned.

"Okay," Bob said. "Just kneel on the chair and show me your ass."

Tossing him a sultry look, she rearranged her body on the chair.
Facing the back of the chair, she balanced herself on her knees
on the seat cushion. This position, kneeling with her ass and
cunt toward his face, was her favorite. She always found the
total, animal-like exposure terribly erotic. She never knew what
would happen next. Sometimes he just looked, sometimes he sucked
her pussy from behind, sometimes he reamed her asshole with his
tongue, sometimes he fucked her cunt, and sometimes he fucked her
asshole. Her body was his to do with as he wished.

Gazing at the plump white ass of his wife,

Bob pulled up a chair and sat down behind her. The sight of her
hairy gaping cunt and her dark puckered asshole above it made his
cock twitch with desire.

He stroked his palms over her satin-smooth asscheeks. He leaned
forward and sniffed the delicate perfume she always used in the
crack of her ass. Using the fingertips of both hands, he tugged
gently on her thick drooping cunt-lips, pulling them down and
then apart to reveal her glistening dark-pink cunt-meat.

He could see the white juice brimming at the mouth of her
cunt-hole. As he watched, a gob of juice oozed out and dripped
down to the seat cushion below. Extending his tongue and pressing
forward, he lapped at the quivering mouth of her cunt and sucked
up as much of her juice as he could.

Leona groaned. She pressed her cunt back against his face. She
could feel his nose tickling her asshole. Then he suddenly pulled
his face away and pinched her asscheek.

"On the rug," he said. "Stretch out on your back."

She scrambled to obey. She watched him toss away his robe, her
eyes gleaming at the sight of his erect, throbbing cock. He
fisted his cock and stroked the shaft a few times before joining
her on the rug.

As his hands moved over her, teasing and tantalizing her lush
body, his lips found hers and his tongue slipped between her
teeth.

She kissed him back with a passion that matched his own. His hard
cock throbbed hotly against her belly, teasing her with a sample
of what he had to offer.

Now his hands were on the large firm mounds of her tits and he
began to massage and caress them, brushing her nipples back and
forth until they swelled and grew hard against his palms.

"Fuck me!" she moaned. "I want your cock!"

She brought her hands up around his back and passed her
fingertips over his muscular flesh. As she parted her thighs, she
slid between them, found the stiff pulsating shaft of his massive
cock, and fixed his cock between the open flowing lips of her
steaming cunt.

The first powerful thrust brought a moan of delight from her
lips.
"Oh, Christ, that's good!" she said.

He began a slow pumping of his thick cock in and out of her
gushing cunt. She bucked her hips to meet him stroke for stroke.
He reached under to cup the full cheeks of her ass, and once he
had her asscheeks palmed, he held her up and drove forward into
her eager pussy again. She whimpered each time his heavy balls
slapped against the resilient flesh of her ass, and she rotated
her hips to match his fucking.

He abruptly pulled out his cock, pushed back her legs, and
swooped his mouth down on her cunt.

He stuck his tongue into her juicy pussy and swirled it around.
He opened his mouth wide and noisily sucked in all the meat of
her cunt.

"Oh, Jesus!" she hissed, wagging her rump and mashing her clit
against the front of his teeth.

Overwhelmed by his own passion, he moved his mouth lower down and
licked into the wet crack of her ass. He lapped the inch of flesh
between her pussy and asshole, then scrubbed her musky-tasting
little asshole with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "Oh, God, yes, suck my ass!"

He was wild for her. Even her asshole was delicious. With a groan
of lechery, he pushed his tongue into the tight ring of her
shit-hole.

"Uuuuunggghhh!" she gasped, shuddering with ecstasy. "Jesus,
yes!"

Spurred on by her total response, he began pumping the full
length of his tongue in and out of her steaming asshole.

"Oh, fuck!" she groaned. "Ohhhh!  Suck it, honey!  Suck my
asshole!  Fill it with your tongue!"

Pulling her legs up and back so that her knees were under her
armpits, she reached down to grab her asscheeks and spread them
wide apart. She wanted his face deep in the crack of her ass, his
sucking mouth flush against her asshole. She shuddered and moaned
as she felt his tongue slither in and out of the tight brown
ring. Ripples of joy raced through her body as his fully inserted
tongue danced inside her shit-hole.

"Do you like my asshole? Does it taste good? Tell me!"

"Good!" he moaned, his hot breath bursting into the fleshy gorge
of her widespread ass. "Every bit of you is delicious!"

"Fuck it now!" she cried. "Fuck my ass!"

He mounted her, gazing down at the rapture in her face as he
wedged the blunt end of his swollen cock-head into the rubbery
ring of her spit-slick asshole.

"Give it to me!" she mewled. Her mouth contorted in a grimace of
lust as she felt the elastic sphincter of her shit-hole expand
around his hot bloated cock-head. She hooked her legs over his
shouldes and snaked a hand down between their bodies. She grasped
the shaft of his cock and tugged at it as he began pushing
forward.

They both groaned when his fat cock-head snapped into the
vise-like grip of her asshole.

She released his cock-shaft and used both hands to cradle his
hard asscheeks.

"Come on, baby!" she moaned. "Ohhh!  That's it, sweetheart!  Nice
and easy!  Oh, God, that's wonderful, isn't it? Do you like it?
Is my asshole good and hot?"

She brought up her right hand, stuck her
	middle finger in her mouth, coated it with saliva and moved it
back down his body. Watching his eyes, she placed the ball of her
wet finger on his asshole and rubbed it sensuously. Then she
abruptly pushed an inch of her finger into his ass. He groaned
with pleasure, and a moment later she plunged the finger in to
the last knuckle.

"Oh, fuck!" he grunted. He lunged for ward, ramming his cock to
the hilt deep in her shit-hole.

She squealed. She kissed his mouth and pushed her tongue down his
throat as her finger continued to wriggle in his asshole.

They held each other for a moment without moving.

He was into her balls-deep, savoring the in-credible heat and
snugness gripping his pulsating cock, thrilling to the prostatic
massage she was giving him with her finger.

Leona trembled with delight at the sense of utter fullness in her
ass as he hungrily sucked her tongue.

She finally broke the kiss and pulled her finger from his ass at
the same time. Clutching his asscheeks, she hissed: "Fuck me! 
Screw me in the ass!  Come on, honey!  Give me a hot load in
there!"

As he gently pulled back for the first stroke, her hot gripping
asshole drew out around his retreating cock-shaft as if reluctant
to lose it for a second. When only his cock-head remained inside
her ass, with her tightly stretched ring snapping behind the
flare of his prick tip, Bob clenched his teeth and socked it all
right back into her bowels.

"Oh, shit!" she rasped.

"You like that, baby?"

"Don't hold back!  Bugger me!"

He increased his efforts, fucking her ass with deep, forceful
thrusts.

"Oh, God!" she moaned. She wagged her hips and screwed her head
back in the pillow. "Oh, God, that's good!  Harder!  Don't be
afraid, honey!  Fuck me hard!"

A deep groan came out of his throat as he began shortening his
strokes, hammering his cock into her guts.

"I'm going to blow soon!" he gasped.

Leona plunged two fingers of one hand into her sopping pussy and
squeezed her throbbing clit between the thumb and forefinger of
the other. As Bob's thick cock jabbed in and out of her winking
asshole, she reamed her slippery cunt and massaged her swollen
clit.

"I can't hold it!" he groaned.

"Now!" she cried. "Now!" Rubbing her clit in a frenzy with the
tip of her finger, she held her breath in readiness for the
orgasmic explosion.

Both emitted a guttural groan and slammed his cock up her ass to
the hilt. His grunts mingled with her sobs of fulfillment. Leona
could feel his cock expanding and contracting inside her bowels.

"Shoot it!" she screamed. ''Shoot it!"

Her cunt was already beginning to spasm when she felt the first
thrilling jet of his hot cream gush into the depths of her
quivering ass.

"OH, GOD, I'M COMING!" she wailed. "I'M COMIIIINNNGGG!"

"OH, SHIT!" Bob grunted. "UNN... UNG. . UNGGGHHHH!"

He shuddered and shook as he pumped her ass full of his white-hot
jism.

Leona swooned with bliss. When Bob pulled his cock out of her
clutching asshole, they closed their arms around each other and
slumped on the bed in a state of exhausted rapture.

Leona groaned and moved a hand down to her ass. She delicately
touched her gaping asshole with a fingertip. With a soft smile,
she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

The End

rs)@_F<YxF(WPj/KoQvi

------- ASSM Moderation System Notice--------
This post has been reformatted by the ASSM
Moderation Team due to inadequate formatting.

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <story-submit@asstr.org>|
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-admin@asstr.org> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr.org>   Hosted by <http://www.asstr.org> |
|Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}|
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+