The wife's wild urge

CHAPTER FOUR

Lynn slipped out of the back door and hurried home. She felt sick to her stomach. She stripped off her gown and dropped it onto the floor in her bedroom. She got into a hot shower and scrubbed herself until she felt raw. She felt dirty, dirtier than she had ever felt in her life. She couldn't wash it away. It hadn't been fair to just pass her around from John to Jerry. She didn't want to be used. She didn't think of herself as that kind of person.

She sat on her bed and sipped at a drink she had made for herself. She liked the warmth of the alcohol. She wondered what she was going to do with herself. She couldn't say no. She knew she couldn't stay in this neighborhood any longer. Not after what had happened. She would have to sell her house and move away. She would have to try and find a new life for herself. If she could find a good job, and maybe an attractive man to keep her satisfied? Then maybe her life would be good again.

She heard a sound. She listened. Footsteps in her living room? She shivered as she heard a man's rough voice calling her name. She wondered what he was doing in her house. Maybe he was a burglar or a rapist or someone like that? She reached frantically for the phone, but she was too late. A tall, red-headed man pushed open her bedroom door and came in.

"What do you want?"

"Don't you recognize me, honey?" he asked. "I'm Pete Daniels. I live down the street."

She recognized him then. He was an accountant who lived a few houses down. He had been at the party with his wife, a mousy looking woman. She wondered what he was doing here. She didn't like the answer that came to her mind.

"What do you want?" she asked again.

"Well," Pete said. "I saw you leave the party. I thought you might be a little lonely."

"I'm not," she said.

"Now that's not very nice," Pete Daniels said. He was looking her over carefully. He had always thought she was a good looking woman, but she'd never given any man in the neighborhood a tumble. Now John had started spreading the word that she'd put out. Pete was determined to find out for himself.

Pete liked the way her, blue robe hugged her sweet looking body. She looked like she'd just stepped out of the shower. He would bet that she had nothing on under that robe. The thought of her naked body made him tremble with lust. He wanted some of that fine looking stuff. It didn't matter if she didn't want it. She had nobody around who was going to protect her.

"Why don't you relax, sugar," Pete suggested. "I thought the two of us might have a party."

"Are you crazy?" she asked.

He watched her backing up on the bed until she could back up no farther. The front of her blue robe came open. He caught a glimpse of her firm, creamy thighs before she jerked it frantically back together. He imagined that he could see a couple of her curly black pussy hairs.

She was breathing fast and he realized that she was scared of him. That excited him. He had never had a woman scared of him before. He felt strong, like a Goddamn caveman. Pete could make this woman do anything he wanted. He could make her go through the paces like a trained dog. Like a bitch in heat. It was a feeling he'd always wanted to have.

"Why don't you take the robe off?" he asked.

"You are crazy," she said.

"No," Pete said. There was a hard glint in his eyes. "I'm not crazy. I just want to have a little bit of what you have. You won't miss it, sugar."

"I'm going to scream," she said.

Her threat did no good. Pete came toward the bed. The lustful look on his face frightened her even more. He was determined. Nothing was going to stop him from taking exactly what he wanted. Lynn searched his face for any sign of mercy, but there was none. He wanted her pussy and he was going to get it.

"Please," she begged him. "Don't do anything to me. Please don't hurt me."

"Maybe I won't hurt you," Pete said, "but you have to promise to be real nice!"

Pete grabbed her. His hand was as quick as a striking snake. He got a handful of her dark hair and he jerked her toward him. He put the palm of his other hand against the front of her robe. She felt his fingers brushing one of her tits. Pete grinned.

"You've got a whopper there, baby," he said. "You shouldn't be scared of showing it off."

He took a strong hold on the front of her robe and he ripped it downward. The buttons popped off one by one. He pulled the robe off her shoulders. He gasped as he looked down at her sweet, luscious nakedness. He put his hand back on her bare tit. His fingers cupped her mound roughly. She hated the tinge that went down her spine.

"I don't want to hurt you," Pete said. "Not really. But I might if you're not nice to me. I might get mad and hurt you a lot worse than I meant too!"

"No, please," she said.

"Then you're going to have to be very nice to me," Pete said. "Very nice. You're going to have to try real hard to please me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she answered.

It was happening to her all over again. It was the same situation that she'd been in with Brad. There was nobody around that she could call for help. Nobody cared. She was a woman alone and she had to do exactly as he wanted or he would hurt her.

She didn't want the pain he could give her. She shrugged her shoulders. There was no use fighting something that was going to happen anyway, no matter what she did.

"I'll be nice to you," she promised.

She had made up her mind and now she tried to prove it. Immediately she raised up and put her lips against his. She stabbed her fiery little tongue between his lips. She started unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as her nimble fingers could move. She peeled it back off his shoulders and started running her fingertips through the hair on his chest. He pushed her back and he was panting.

"Baby," Pete said. "You get going good once you decide to get going!"

He pushed her back on the bed. He unbuckled his trousers and pushed them down. Then his shorts. His cock was only half hard, but already it was huge. She felt her eyes drawn to the magnificent piece of male flesh. The bloated tip grew swollen under the touch of her hot eyes. She could see it pulsating.

"You like this, baby?" he asked.

"Oh yes," she answered honestly.

She knew there was something wrong with her for already she could feel the burning heat between her thighs. Just looking at a man's cock did that to her. He started kicking off his shoes and trousers and he climbed into the bed beside her. He stretched out on his back with his hands behind his head.

"Why don't you show me how much you like it?" he suggested.

She kissed his mouth and then let her wet lips trail down his chest to his flat, quivering belly. Now his cock was completely hard and laying flat against his belly. She touched her wet tongue to the end of the purplish prick.

"Yeahhh," he groaned softly. "That's the way to show me you like it. God, you've got sweet lips! You know how to kiss a man's cock! My wife doesn't like this, but I can tell that you sure fucking do!"

He put his rough hand on the back of her head and he slowly pushed her face farther down until her lips touched his blood-bloated crown. It was easy. His throbbing, spermy cock slid gently between her sweet, wet lips. He gasped when he felt the touch of her tongue. Her tongue played around the bloated crown. He felt like he was pushing his cock into a velvet wetness, his balls immediately growing heavier with cum. He pushed with his hips and drove his swollen prick deeper into her hungry feeling mouth.

"Oh Jesus," he groaned softly. "You are something else! You sweet sucking cunt!"

He had never felt this good before. Her sweet, hot mouth was doing strange things to his aroused flesh. He felt his knob pushing against the deepest part of her mouth with each bobbing movement of her head. He wanted to cram his meat in deeper but he knew he'd never control himself after that.

"That's fucking nice," he whispered. "Baby, you know how to make a man feel good!"

Her head bobbed faster. He knew he wasn't going to be able to hold back. He tangled his fingers in her dark hair and he began thrustin up. She choked and spit out some of his leaking juice. He held her tighter. He crammed his meat in farther.

"Shit, I like that," he groaned.

She forced her head up. "Aren't you going to fuck me?"

That was when he knew that she was just as hot as he was. And he wanted to stick his dick into that sweet hot pussy of hers. He pulled her beside him.

"You're Goddamn right I'm going to fuck you," he told her. "I'm going to fuck your sweet ass off!"

He crammed his hand savagely between her legs. He plunged two fingers into her wet pussy. She moaned and pushed her tits against his side. He began moving his fingers around in her warm, wet pussy. She was loving it. He could feel her ass jerking against his fingers, trying to suck his fingers deeper into her cunt.

"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You wet fucking bitch."

He knew what he wanted her to do. Something his wife had never done. His wife could be a cold bitch most of the time. But this hot piece belonged to him and he could make her do anything he liked. Anything at all.

"Climb on top of me, sweets," he told her. "Climb on top and let my prick into that sweet honey box of yours."

She eased herself on top of him. She sat up with his cock nestled in her raven-haired fuck-hole. She slowly pulled his long cock up into her hot cunt. It felt good. She squeezed her cunt walls on his thick, meaty cock. She shivered as she felt his pulsating cockhead.

"Oh fuck," Pete groaned. "Fuck, I knew you were good! I knew you had a tight pussy but I never expected you to be this tight! Shitttt!"

He thrust upward and his cock went completely into her wet, clinging snatch. She gasped for breath as she felt his warm meat filling her up so completely. She began bouncing up and down gently. All the time she could feel his bloated knob sliding up and down in her hot pussy. She bounced faster as the tingles started down her spine. She couldn't help but love his big cock!

"Oh shit, baby," Pete groaned loudly. "You've got some sweet pussy! You really know how to move!"

Pete thrust faster. She felt his big knob sliding in and out of her cunt a little harder. She didn't mind the rough way his cock stabbed into her cunt. Each time sent more tingles up her spine. She kept trying to squeeze her cunt walls together a little tighter, trying to make it harder for him to get into her.

"Jesus, you cunt," Pete groaned. "You're killing me with that sweet pussy! You're killing me!"

She reached down and took his strong, rough hands. She brought them up to her tits. His fingers squeezed her titty-flesh willingly. She squealed with delight.

Her pussy was dripping juice and his cock made a loud, wet sound each time he thrust into her. She took his hands away from her tits and she bent over. She rubbed her big tits against his chest. She loved the feeling of her nipples rubbing against his hairy chest.

She felt his hands on her back. He stroked her back for a few moments. Then he moved his hands down to cup her ass. Suddenly she was riding him a little faster. She felt one of his fingers exploring the crack of her ass. She shivered as one of his fingers was roughly thrust into her tight anus.

"Oh God," she cried out. "That feels funny!"

It felt good after a few moments. His finger thrust in and out of her ass with the exact rhythm he was using to thrust up into her cunt. She grew hotter. Her pussy was dripping more juice. She felt like her body was being ripped apart and she loved it. She rode him as fast as she could.

"Oh yeah, baby," Pete cried out. "That's the fucking way to move your sweet ass!"

She closed her eyes and put her face against his shoulder. She nibbled at his salty tasting shit. She felt his finger thrusting deeper into her asshole. She had never felt that before, but she found she didn't mind the feeling. It felt good.

She could hear the slippery sounds her pussy was making. The sounds excited her. There was a tremendous pressure in her belly. She needed release. She couldn't remember ever coming more than once in an evening. This was her second time. And it felt like it was going to be better than the first.

"Oh Pete," she groaned. "I think I'm going to come! It feels so good! God! Godddd!"

Hot pleasure spasms shook her body. She ground herself down on his hard prick as far as she could. She wanted his steamy meat to get deeper inside her, as deep as it was possible. His bloated knob kept pulsating hotly and driving her into a frenzy of animal passion.

"You sure are a hot bitch," Pete groaned. "But now I want you to roll over. I want to be on top."

She rolled off his cock. She stretched out on her back and spread her creamy thighs. She looked like a wanton slave spreading her legs for her master. Pete felt like a master as he looked at her beautiful, lush body. God, she was gorgeous. Those big creamy tits were really beautiful. He could see her flat belly quivering. Her black hair was spread out on her pillow, framing her beautiful face.

"Put it in me," she said. "Get on top and put it in me!"

"You fucking bitch!" he said.

His big balls felt heavy and swollen. He could feel a hot tingly sensation all over the length of his aroused cock. He was hungry to stab his cock into her pussy. He already imagined what it was going to be like with him on top of her. He would get his prick in deeper and he would pound her into the bed.

He wanted to keep looking at her but he knew his prick was going to explode at any moment.

"You sweet looking cunt," he said savagely. "I've never wanted any woman the way I want you."

"You can have me," she whispered. "I'm yours!"

He made her lift her legs so that her knees were back against her big tits. That exposed her pussy even more. It made her seem even more vulnerable to his attack. He put his hand over her juicy mound and he heard her gasp.

"Jesus," he groaned. "You're a hot bitch. You like to have your cunt played with."

"Oh yes," she moaned.

He stabbed two fingers into the warmth of her cunt. He moved his fingers around and he felt her respond. Her ass was bucking up as if she was trying to suck his fingers deeper into her gash. One of his fingers brushed her tiny, blood-filled clit. She screamed and nearly jumped off the bed.

"Jesus," he said. "I can hardly wait to put my prick back into that sweet cunt of yours!"

"Then don't wait," she cried. "Please don't wait! I need a good fucking!"

He positioned himself behind her so that his bloated knob, dripping with cum, poised right at the entrance to her snatch. Slowly he pushed forward. He felt her sensitive cunt lips giving way. His bloated knob pushed lust inside her wet gash. She began moving her ass from side to side in her excitement.

"Put it in," she moaned. "I want to feel that big dick of yours in my pussy!"

He could hear her breathing hard as he drove his prick into her. He felt his heavy balls against the backside of her pussy. He felt her wiggling like he had set her on fire.

He hadn't expected her to get this hot. After all, she had already come once. He had always thought of her as a wild woman, but he hadn't known how wild. John had been right when he'd spread the word that Lynn loved pricks!

"Sweet baby," he said. "I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy!"

"Fuck me good and hard," she said. "Fuck me hard!"

She was saying all the things she knew he wanted to hear. He couldn't control his hunger and that was the way she wanted him. She got a feeling of pride that she could make a man feel so hungry for her pussy.

"Put it in deep," she told him. "Put your big cock in as deep as you can!"

He lost complete control. He started driving his prick into her hot pussy as hard as he could. He rested his weight against her and held his cock inside her as deep as it was possible. He brought it out and slammed it into her again.

"You cunt," he said. "Cunt!"

"That's right," she whispered clutching his back. "I am a cunt! Your cunt! Fuck me good!"

He fucked her as roughly as he could. He tried to pound her ass right into the bed. She didn't seem to mind. She met his every thrust with a movement of her ass. Her cunt muscles squeezed his flesh. God, he'd never had a pussy like hers before.

"You're really giving me a ride," he groaned. "You're really giving me a fucking ride!"

He took his cock out of her pussy and let her legs fall flat. Then he climbed on top of her again. He felt her spread her thighs wide as he slammed his cock back between her legs. She still felt tight as he fucked her. Her pussy sucked at him like a suction pump.

He put his hands underneath her ass and cupped the big asscheeks again. A second time he found the entrance to her tiny asshole and he wiggled a finger inside. He felt her responding by humping up to meet his thrusting prick a little faster.

"Ummm," she moaned. "What are you doing back there? What are you doing to me?"

"Doesn't this make you hot as hell?" he asked.

"Oh yes," she answered him.

He wiggled his finger in and out of her asshole with the same rhythm he slammed his big prick into her. He loved the way she jerked beneath him. He had never felt so much power over a woman before. He lifted his head so that he could look into her beautiful, lustful face. Her lips were open and he could see the tip of her pink tongue. He had never looked at a woman who aroused him so much. He remembered all of the times he had gotten a hard-on just looking at her. He would never again have to imagine what her cunt felt like.

Suddenly he knew what he wanted to do more than shooting his cum in heir sweet pussy! He started pulling out his cock once again. He felt her grabbing for his hips, trying to make him put his cock back into her aching snatch.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I've never fucked tits before," he said. "And I've always wanted to."

He moved up her body so that his prick was between her big tits. He held them together over his cock so that they formed a perfect little pocket. The feel of her flesh against his aroused prick was exciting.

"Yeah," he groaned. "I like this!"

He started to move back and forth between her tits. There was a delicious tightness around his cock. He could see his prickhead appearing at the top of her tits, close to her face.

"Put your head down," he said. "Look at it. I want you to be looking at it when I come."

For the second time that evening a man wanted to cum in Lynn's face. Lynn shrugged her shoulders. If it was what he wanted, then she would give it to him. She stared at the reddened cockhead that kept shoving up at the top of her tits. She could see the cum smeared around the head.

"Here you are, bitch!" Pete screamed. "Here you are! Take a face full of my cum!"

He watched his jism spurt into her face. He saw his milky-white cream running in gobs down her cheeks. He had never seen anything so exciting. For a few minutes this woman belonged to him. He could make her do anything.

He moved up her body and stabbed his prick against her lips. She didn't hesitate. She opened her mouth and let him stuff his cum covered meat into her mouth. He stuffed his meat into her throat as far as he could. He felt her sucking his leaking jism.

"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You sweet cocksucking bitch! You're the best I've ever had."

They were suddenly both aware that someone else was in the room.