The wife's wild urge

CHAPTER TWO

Lynn felt terrible. She had heard from her husband, or at least from her husband's attorney. She had spent all of that afternoon with him. Her husband wanted a divorce. He wanted his freedom so that he could move in with his younger woman, and eventually marry her. Lynn could have the house and what money there was in the bank. Also there would be alimony payments until she married again, so money wasn't Lynn's problem. Her problem was being lonely. She could have done without the house and the money if she could have had her husband back.

Lynn felt so bad that she didn't feel like cooking. She stopped off at the corner grocery store, a little place that was different from all other corner grocery stores. The little store was in an expensive part of town.

It was almost closing time and there was nobody in the store but the owner. Lynn was immediately sorry she'd come in. His name was Brad Conners and he was a big, red-faced man with roving eyes. She'd never liked him very much. He was always trying to put his hands on the women who shopped there. He was never too obvious about it, but Lynn was sure that he did it on purpose. She put on her no-nonsense face and approached the deli-counter.

"I'd like a ham plate," she said. "And could you wrap one of those big pickles up with it?"

"I'll do that," he said. "You don't usually come in this late to buy. You're not cooking tonight?"

"No," she answered.

He nodded. "I guess a woman living alone doesn't have any real need to cook a lot. I guess it saves a lot of work, but I bet it gets awfully lonely."

"Could you hurry, please?" she asked him patiently. "I'm in kind of a hurry."

He grinned. "Now where would you have to hurry off too? There's nothing at home but a t.v. and maybe a book to read. You should stay and enjoy some conversation."

"I don't enjoy your conversation," she said sharply.

She had angered him, but she couldn't help it. She didn't like the way he was looking at her. He was undressing her with his eyes. She didn't like the feeling that she was fair game for every horny male in the area. She had made a mistake with John. She had been lonely and he had taken advantage. She wasn't going to let it happen again.

Brad Conners walked around the counter and put the dinner in front of her. "You know something. You talk pretty nasty for a lady who couldn't keep her husband at home. How come he left you? Did he find some stuff he liked better?"

"That's none of your damned business," she answered.

She didn't want him to see her crying but she felt tears stinging at her eyes. She could hardly see to find the money she had tucked down into her purse. Finally she found it. She took the money out and tried to hand it to him but he wasn't paying any attention.

She suddenly realized that he had backed her against the counter. He had his fat arms on both sides of her and she couldn't slip away. He smelled of sweat and meat. His eyes had an angry glint as he pushed his body closer to hers.

"Here's your money," she whispered.

"I don't want your money, baby," he said. He started stroking her soft black hair. She jerked her head away. He grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head back again. It hurt! "You don't need money in here anymore."

"Let me go," she said.

"You hurt my feelings," he told her. "I was trying to be nice and you hurt my feelings."

"I'm sorry," she said.

"That won't do. You're going to have to make it up to me."

She was suddenly very frightened. There was not much chance that anyone was going to be coming into the store this late in the day. Everyone knew that Conners closed his store on the dot. And nobody would be missing her. She was starting to realize that she was at this man's mercy. "I have a cot in the back," he said.

"You must be crazy," she said.

He put his arms around her. She struggled but she was no match for him. He crushed her tight against his chest. She felt his fat hands stroking her back. She thought she was going to be sick as his hands slipped down her back and cupped the soft cheeks of her ass. She couldn't escape from those hands. She had never hated a man's touch so much, but he wouldn't release her.

"You feel real nice," he said. "Just like a woman should. You know, I've always wanted to feel your ass!"

"Let me go," she said.

"Baby," he said. There was the sudden sound of a threat in his voice. "You can do this the easy way or the hard way. Now, doing it the hard way might get you hurt. Bad hurt. And nobody's going to care."

What he said was true. She could fight him and he would end up getting what he wanted anyway. Only she would suffer more. A big man like Conners might hurt her worse than he intended. He might break something or ruin her looks. Lynn knew she was going to be on her own for a long while. If she wanted to find a new husband, she had to use what she had. Few men would want to marry a woman who had a broken nose and all her teeth missing.

"All right," Lynn agreed. "I won't fight you. I don't want you to hurt me."

"Now you're being smart," he said.

His face was full of anticipation as he went to lock his door and pull the closed sign down. Lynn didn't try to escape. She had told him the truth. She would give him what he wanted. She was too frightened of him.

He nodded and she followed him into the dark room behind the grocery store. Lynn felt a cold chill go up her spine as she looked around the dingy looking room. There was a cot. A metal thing with a dirty yellow mattress. She didn't want this. Not with this ugly man in this dirty room. There was no way she could get out of it.

She was facing the cot and he came up behind her and put his arms around her. He pulled her back against his body. His hands roamed all over her body. She shivered as his fingers found her tits. He started massaging the creamy mounds. She thought she was going to be sick. She wanted to jerk away, but she didn't dare. She didn't want to do anything that would make him angry.

"These are nice," he said, as he played with her tits. "Real nice. I've always wanted to play with tits like yours."

He pulled at her blouse. She felt the air touching her bare belly. He pulled her blouse until it was up around her neck. He cupped her tits again, and this time there was nothing but her bra between the searing heat of his fingers. She tried not to feel anything. She tried to think of other things. But it was no use. Her round melon tits were the most sensitive part of her. She couldn't hide the fact that her tits were swelling against her bra, threatening to pop the material at any second.

"Well," Brad said. "You're not as cold a bitch as you're always trying to make out. You like to have your tits played with."

He let her go. She was surprised. But he wasn't stopping. Instead he turned her around. His big eyes grew bigger as he stared at her twin mounds. He licked his lips and she was reminded of an animal getting ready to feast.

"Take it all off," he said. "I want to see what you've got."

She reached behind her and unhooked the bra and let her big tits spill out of the cups. She dropped the bra on the floor. She tried not to think about his eyes as she unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. She was wearing her panties and shoes and she stopped before she went any farther. She didn't have the courage to pull her panties down her legs.

"All of it," he said, "or are you waiting on me to do it for you?"

She didn't want him doing it. Very quickly she stripped the flimsy panties down her gorgeous long legs and dropped them into the floor. She felt his eyes burning holes in her body. She raised her head and found him staring at the bushy black triangle between her legs. He rubbed the front of his trousers and she saw the thick bulge already formed.

"Baby," he said. "You are something else. Turn around slow. Let me look at that beautiful ass of yours!"

She did a slow turn for him, and all the time she could feel her face blushing hotly. She felt like a slave on the auction block and Brad was deciding if he wanted to buy her. He made her turn around two more times and all the time he licked his lips.

"You're a damn fine piece of ass," Brad said.

The next time she turned completely around and stopped. Brad had taken his trousers and shorts down. She was startled by the thick piece of meat that stood up between his legs. It was long and thick and had deep blue veins on the bloated cockhead. His fat cock reminded her of him.

"Now you just bend over the cot, baby," he told her. "I want you to just reach over and grab hold. I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy doggie style."

She turned again and bent over from the waist. She felt wicked as she held onto the cot. She knew that he could see everything she had, and it was such a shameful position. She felt so vulnerable. There was nothing she could do to defend herself, to keep him from using her just as he desired.

"You're a sweet looking piece," he said softly. He walked up behind her. She felt his fat cockhead rubbing wetly against her creamy thighs. "I don't believe I've ever had any pussy that looked as good as yours. I wonder how you feel?"

Brad took his prick in his hand. He pushed his bloated cockhead against her gash. He began rubbing his prickhead up and down in her hot pussy. He felt her shiver. He knew she might hate him, but she was having trouble hating his fat cock.

"I'm going to give it to you good," Brad told her. "I'm going to shove my meat right up your snatch!"

He had already gotten her juicy enough. He pushed his cockhead into her pussy and then slammed forward brutally. His thick filled up her pussy and made her squeal.

"How does that feel, cunt?" Brad asked her. "That really fills up your cunt, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she admitted. "It does! It fills me up!"

She heard Brad laughing as he pulled his cock half out of her tight cunt, and then slammed it back into her again. She didn't want to feel anything, but his cock was so big and fat. When he shoved it into her, she could feel her hard little clit rubbing against it. It sent delicious shivers up and down her spine.

"You sweet bitch," Brad said. "You sweet bitch! You're so damn tight!"

She tried not to feel anything as Brad started fucking her pussy. She couldn't. She admitted to herself that she was loving every thrust of his fat cock. She didn't like him, but his cock was making her feel so good. She wondered what was happening to her. She had never been so crazy about cock when she'd been married. Now that she was getting a divorce, a man's cock seemed to be the most exciting thing in the world to her.

"Move that ass," Brad commanded. "Start moving it, cunt!"

She started moving her ass from side to side, and then humping back to meet his thrust. She could feel his big cockhead trying to dig deeper into her belly with every thrust. She felt his big hands going around her and cupping her round tits roughly. She felt him jerking her back a little harder so that his prick threatened to rip her in two.

"That's it, bitch," Brad told her. "That's the way to move that big ass! That's the way!"

"Oh my God," she whispered softly.

There was something exciting about the degrading position he had put her in. There was something lewd about doing it standing up, with him thrusting in from behind her. His prick seemed to fill her hot pussy as she hadn't been filled before. She felt like she was being used and she actually liked the feeling. The thought of being used by a man sent ripples of pleasure all through her body. She wanted this to last forever.

She suddenly felt him pulling his big cock out of her snatch and stepping away from her. Her first frantic thought was that he was done, that he was going to leave her hanging. But she turned her head and she saw his thick prick still waving rigidly.

"Don't stop," she begged him.

"Ahhh," Brad said. "You're not such a stuffy, proud bitch now, are you? Not after you've had a little feel of Brad's big prick. How come you're not looking at me like I'm dirt anymore?"

"Oh please," she whispered. "I don't care what you think of me. I need your cock! Don't stop!"

"Don't worry," he assured her. "I'm not going to stop. Get up on the cot and spread your pretty legs."

Now she knew what he wanted. She scrambled up on the cot and lay down on her back. She spread her pretty thighs and let him gaze directly into her wet snatch. He licked his lips. His big, meaty cock looked as if it was growing bigger.

"You've got a beautiful cunt," Brad said. "Just beautiful. It makes a man want to fuck you all day long!"

"Come on and fuck me then!" she begged.

He crushed her with his weight as he dropped down on top of her. He put his hands underneath her and lifted up her asscheeks. He slammed his cock deep into her cunt. She gasped as she felt his brutal thrust, and then a second brutal thrust.

"Cunt!" he said. "I'm going to show you what fucking's all about! I'm going to fuck your big ass off!"

"Oh yessss," she cried.

Brad was fucking her like a wild man. He was angry at her for all the times she had snubbed him. He wanted to show her what she had been missing. He gripped her sweet big as tightly and he tried to drive her right though the bed with his thick cock. He loved the feeling of her hard, pointy nipples rubbing his chest. He knew that meant she was turned on, and that he was doing it to her.

"You fucking cunt," he moaned. "You sweet cunt! I'm going to tear your big ass off!"

"Yes," Lynn cried. Lynn had completely abandoned all her moral thoughts as she raised off the bed to meet his thrusting prick. "I want you to fuck me! Fuck me hard! I love your big dick!"

She squeezed her cunt walls on his thick cock, and she could sense the excitement that went through him. She remembered what John had liked. She slipped her hand between them and she found his heavy balls. She started gently squeezing them.

"You cunt," Brad cried. "Jesus, you cunt!"

He went crazy. He started stabbing his fat dick into her pussy as hard as he could. She felt the swelling of his prickhead and his first leaking juices.

"I'm going to fill your fucking cunt," he yelled. "I'm going to pour my jism in your pussy!"

She raised up to meet his thrust once more as she felt the warm spurting of his jism. He spurted into her twice and filled her cunt with his cock cream. She moved her ass on the bed. She moved back and forth so that her cunt was milking his cock of every drop. She felt the tension at the base of her spine.

"I like your cock," she squealed. "I'm going to come with you! I'm going to come! That feels sweet! That feels so sweeetttt!"

She'd been lucky. She felt his thick cock growing limp just as she flooded his prick with her juices. He moved back and forth a couple of times but then his wet cock slipped out of her. She breathed a sigh. She wished he had enough to make her come a couple of more times. But Brad was too out of shape, and he was already getting dressed.

"You were pretty damn good," Brad told her. "I like the way you shake your ass!"

She felt tears stinging her eyes as she started to get dressed. She was feeling bad over the way she had acted. She couldn't hide the fact that she had loved his cock. She also couldn't hide the fact that he had made her come.

Even a man like Brad had made her come.

She realized she was getting to be fair game for any horny man in the neighborhood.