The wife's wild urge

CHAPTER EIGHT

Lynn couldn't go home. She was too disgusted with herself. She had to have time to think about what she had done. She had gotten her much needed loan but she had paid a high price. Maybe too high a price? It wasn't just that she had fucked the disgusting fat man. She could have stood that. A woman alone had to do things like that. No, what hurt her was that she had enjoyed it. She had gotten turned on. The ugly man had made her come.

"Damn it to hell," Lynn said loudly.

It made her angry that she couldn't control the responses of her body. She had never been like that with her husband. He had not made her feel so horny. Perhaps that was the reason her marriage had failed. Maybe his new young girl had made him feel more of a man. Maybe she had turned wild underneath him the way Lynn never had.

But wasn't that partially his fault? He could have made her wild with lust if he had given it a try. He had never tried and she had never understood what she was missing. Now she knew that she had been a very innocent young housewife. She had never even come close to feeling the excitement she'd been feeling with other men. John had started her off. He had broken down her inhibitions. He had made her fair game for any man with an urge. Yet, she didn't hate him. She had nothing but a warm feeling for John. He had left her breathless and flushed with pleasure. He had made her feel the excitement that her husband had never made her feel. And she couldn't blame him for taking advantage. She had been ripe for it. Just as she couldn't blame any of the other men who had fucked her. They were only doing what came natural to them.

She wondered if she had some kind of new look in her eye that drew men to her. Perhaps her feelings showed on her face? Maybe there was an odor about her, like a bitch in heat, that drew men like bees to flowers. Men somehow knew that she wanted dick, that she loved having a man's prick in her pussy and in her mouth.

She smiled. She wondered if her husband would recognize his wife. He probably wouldn't understand the new spell that had come over her. Her husband would never believe that she could actually take a man's cock in her mouth and swallow a man's jism.

"I need a drink," Lynn said.

She was going to do something she'd never done before. She'd never gone into a place alone before and she'd never gone into the type of joints that she saw along the highway. But there was something braver in her backbone and she had to stop.

She pulled her car into the parking lot of the shoddy little joint and stopped. She looked at the trucks in the parking lot and she almost lost her nerve. But then she shrugged her shoulder. She thought she was a completely new woman and now was the time to prove it. There was no sense in staying the timid little housewife any longer. She had been fucked every way possible. There was nothing anybody could do to her that hadn't been done before. There was no reason to be frightened of anybody who would be inside.

"I'm going in," she said. "It's hot and I need that drink."

She was talking to herself to build up her courage. She got out of her car and walked across the parking lot and into the cool, dark interior of the building. Inside was much like she expected. There was a smell of cheap beer and perfume. There was loud music playing. There was a girl, half naked, dancing in a box above the room. Lynn couldn't help but compare herself to the girl. Lynn had her beat by a mile. The girl was tall and skinny and she danced like she was tired. Probably a little place like this couldn't afford a better looking girl.

She felt all the heads turning toward her when she walked to the bar. They were looking at her lustfully and she was pleased by the attention. The place was full of big, beefy looking men. They were the kind of men who had once frightened her. She felt no fear as she sat down at the bar. Only a kind of nervous apprehension.

"Lady," the bartender spoke to her. "You don't want to drink in here."

"Why not?" she asked.

"This is kind of a rough place," he said. "It's no place for a lady like you."

"Today I don't feel like a lady," she said. "And I'm hot and thirsty and I'd like a drink."

"It's your funeral," he said. The bartender didn't ask what she wanted. Instead he put a beer down in front of her. She reached into her purse for change and a hand clamped down on top of hers. The hand felt impossibly strong. She looked up and found a huge, blond headed man grinning at her.

"I'd like to pay for that," he said. "If you'll let me."

"I'll let you," she said.

He sat down beside her. He put the money on the bar and ordered a beer for himself. The bartender gave him a sour look, but he went for the beer.

"I'm Scott Talbot," he said to her. "I haven't seen you in here before."

"That's because I've never been in here before," she said.

"Now that's a shame," he said. "A beautiful woman like you. We didn't know what we were missing."

Lynn sipped at her drink. She found that she liked this tall hulk of a man who sat beside her. He was wearing bluejeans and a faded work shirt that had the sleeves cut out. He was a welcome change from the fat banker. His muscles bulged when he moved and it caused a ripple of excitement on the insides of her thighs. She found that she wanted to know this good looking man a little better.

"You didn't tell me your name," he pointed out.

"I'm Lynn Nobles," she said.

"That name suits you," he said. "I believe you're about the nicest looking thing that's come in here in a long while. You're pretty enough to be a movie star."

"Thank you," she said. She was blushing. She sipped at her drink again. She was getting a nice feeling. It was nice sitting there talking to Scott and feeling a little tipsy. It had been a long time since she had enjoyed the company of a man. Sure, she had enjoyed the sex. But she hadn't really liked any of the men she'd had sex with. Scott seemed like an interesting man.

"What do you do?" she asked. "I mean, for a living?"

"I do a lot of things," he said. "Sometimes I drive a truck, but mostly I farm."

"You a farmer?" she asked.

"There's nothing wrong with being a farmer," he said defensively. She suddenly understood that Scott was feeling a little unsure of himself around her. He probably thought she was some kind of money-married woman, who was out for a little fun. He would really be surprised if she told him the truth.

"There's nothing wrong with that," she agreed quickly. "I'd like to see your farm."

"You would?"

"Sure. I'm in the mood to see it now."

She was trying not to sound like a pick-up. For some reason she wanted this man to respect her as well as like her. But she knew what was going to happen if he got her alone. She wanted it. She needed some good hard fucking from a man who would wipe the memory of the fat banker completely out of her mind.

Scott moved closer to her. She didn't move away when his knee pressed her thigh.

"You want to go now?" he asked.

"Why not?"

"Well finish your beer, sugar," he said.

They were given many jealous looks by the other men in the bar, as Scott took her arm and escorted her outside. She felt shiverish from having his fingers against her. She looked at Scott and he was grinning as proudly as a peacock showing off.

He put his arm around her slender waist and squeezed. She felt a powerful strength in his grasp. It wasn't the kind of strength that John had. Scott's was a new kind of strength, like he wasn't only strong but dependable. It had been a while since she had been with a man who made her feel that way. She felt warm toward him. And willing. Very, very willing.

"How far is your farm?" she asked him.

"Not far," Scott answered. "It's not a very big place, but I think you'll like it."

"I know I will," she said.

His small, well kept farm was about three miles out of town. The farm house looked exactly like a farm house in a picture. So did the red barn. She saw a horse in the pasture. It was everything she had thought it would be.

Scott came around and opened the door for her.

"Oh Scott," she said. "It's grand. I love it!"

She proved her point by standing on her toes and giving Scott a long, wet kiss. She felt tension go through his body. One of his big, rough hands stroked her back. Finally he shuddered and pushed her away.

"You shouldn't kiss a man like that," he said. "Especially a man like me. It's been a long time since a woman's been out here. It makes me want to do things."

"Well, what's stopping you?" she asked.

She'd been teasing him but it was like waving a red cape at a angry bull. He grabbed her and lifted her in his arms. He carried her as easily as he would have carried a baby. He kicked open his front door and took her inside.

She'd known many men lately, but none of them had the hunger she felt in this man.

"Hey," she said. "Take it easy."

But Scott wouldn't take it easy. He carried her into the cool, dimly lit bedroom. He dropped her on her back and stood back to look at her. She was one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. Her short skirt had slid back to reveal her ivory colored thighs and his mouth watered. Hex big tits pushed out like they were inviting him to grab hold of them.

He dropped down on top of her. His mouth covered hers and he tasted her sweet lips again. He also tasted her tiny little tongue darting into his mouth. He rubbed his tongue against hers and he felt his cock growing harder. She wiggled sensuously against him and he felt those big hot tits pushing on his chest like she was naked.

"My God," he groaned. "I've never had a woman like you! I've never had such a sweet piece!"

He had her naked in a few seconds. He lifted himself on one elbow and he tore off her blouse. He couldn't believe his eyes. He hadn't seen such a beautiful pair in all his life. Her big brown nipples jutted out proudly, as if they were begging to be kissed.

"You're beautiful," he groaned. "You're more beautiful than I dreamed you'd be."

"Do you really like my titties?" she asked him.

"Oh fuck yes," he answered.

She blushed. She knew he meant what he said and it made her happy. It made her want to pleasure him. She put her arms around his neck and she pulled him down to kiss her again. She felt his hands on her thighs, pushing her legs apart. He was ripping at her panties and she sighed.

"You're not going to leave me anything to wear home," she said.

"Who the fuck wants you to go home," he said, laughing. "I'm going to keep you here as a love slave. Your every wish is going to be looked after just as you're going to look after me."

She knew he was kidding but his words made her even hotter. She reached between his legs and found his hard cock. She shivered as her fingers traced the outline of it. It couldn't be that big! She gently pushed him away from her.

"Don't stop me, baby," he said.

"I'm not going to stop you," she promised him. "I'm going to make you happier than you've ever been. I'm going to give you all the love you can handle."

"Oh, God, baby," he groaned. He started ripping at her panties again.

"But not yet," she pleaded with him. "I feel dirty and first I want to take a shower."

"Let's fuck first," he insisted.

She sighed. He was a bull in heat and it was hard to keep him from doing as he wanted. He had her pinned to the bed and his hand was once again ripping at her panties. Another man might have slapped hell out of her and took what he wanted. But Scott was strong enough to also be gentle. He didn't get angry when she once again gently pushed him away.

"I'll tell you what," she said. "Why don't you take your clothes off and get into the shower with me?"

He grinned. She could tell that he liked the idea. He stated tearing the buttons off his shirt. In a few minutes he had his shirt off and he was pulling off his trousers.

"What are you waiting on?" he asked. "You're not going to shower with he rest of your clothes on, are you?"

"Of course not," she answered.

She unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. Then she rolled her panties down her long legs. She stood before him in a taunting way. She watched him frantically tugging down his shorts and she saw that the thick prick in his trousers was as big as she'd thought.

"My God!" she moaned. "That's a beautiful cock! That's one of the best-looking pricks I've ever seen!"

Scott was proud of his big prick. His big purplish cockhead was like the end of a battering ram and it frightened a lot of women. Some of them didn't want to go to bed with him once they saw him. Lynn didn't look frightened. She looked a little worried and a little excited.

"Let's get into the shower quick," Lynn urged, "or I don't think I'm going to be able to wait."

Scott picked her up and carried her into the bathroom. He turned the water on and they got underneath the cleansing spray. Lynn immediately pressed against him as tightly as she could. She felt that big hard cock pushing against her belly.

"You are a beautiful man," she whispered, as she covered his face with hot kisses.

He reached back and gripped her asscheeks. He pulled her even tighter against him. Lynn could feel her heart pounding. She reached for the soap.

"I'm going to scrub you all over," she whispered.

"Oh yeah, baby," he said.

She began to scrub his hairy chest with the soap. She covered his chest and stomach with the rich lather and then she slowly went down on her knees in front of him. She took his long thick cock in her fingers. She felt herself trembling.

"I just can't believe how big it is," she said. "It's huge. I just can't believe it!"

She rubbed the soap along the thick throbbing flesh and she could feel it growing stiffer. He was really a man such as she'd never met before. Strong and healthy, and his body was flushed with desire for her.

She held his prick gingerly and let the hot water wash the soap off. Then she bent her head and touched her lips against the thick cockhead.

"Mmmmm," he groaned.

She raised her head for an instant. "You look so good, and you smell so good. I love your big cock. It's the most beautiful cock that I've ever seen."

"Sure it is," he said. He sounded a little amused.

"I mean it," she said. "I mean it, really. You are a beautiful man. I'm going to prove it to you. I'll show you how much I like your big hot tool!"

She lowered her head again. She felt his fingers in her hair and she felt the water spraying her, as she gently took his throbbing organ between her lips. She did love the taste of his meaty flesh. She sucked deep, sucked his prick into the moist warmth of her throat.

"God, baby," he groaned. "You're killing me. You're killing me that way."

She only giggled and sucked his prick into her mouth a little bit deeper. She had his bloated knob in the deepest part of her throat and she could feel his cum-juice dripping into her mouth. She slowly pulled her head back. She let her teeth scrape along his sensitive rod and she could tell how much she was exciting him.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned. "I'd never felt anything like this. It feels so good."

She moved her hands around to his bony buttocks and she pushed one finger into his crack. She found his asshole and she pushed her finger into the tiny hole. She felt him jump and he tried to jam his prick farther down her throat.

She sucked on his flesh greedily and she used her free hand to tease his heavy cum-filled balls. She let her fingertips brush over the sacs lightly as she worked on his prick.

He looked down at her and he couldn't believe what he was seeing. She looked so small and sweet between his legs. Her face was beautiful and slightly flushed. She didn't look worried by her hair getting so wet and tangled.

"Oh yeah, baby," he groaned. "Suck it, please suck it! Suck it until I come!"

She sucked as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage, and she sucked hard and furiously. He knew then that this young woman wasn't going to stop when he started coming. This was the kind of girl who liked to suck cock and she would take it all the way. She was really proving that she loved his big cock.

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

He was nearly ready to come and she seemed to sense it. She let go of his prick. Instead of sucking him she started licking around the base of his cockhead and down the long sides. Her quick, fiery tongue reached his balls and she started sucking the heavy sacs between her lips. He could feel her teeth nipping at the sacs and it was driving him crazy.

"Fuck," he groaned. "I'm so fucking hot!"

She took the long thick monster prick back into her mouth again. She sucked as hard as before. She fell more of his hot cum-juice dripping down her throat. She moved her head back and forth quickly and she felt his prick growing stiffer, filling with blood.

"Baby," he groaned. "Baby, I'm going to come if you keep this up. I'm going to cum."

She raised her head one last time. There was an impish grin on her face. "Go ahead and come. That's what I wait you to do. I want to drink your cream!"

"Goddamn," he said.

He couldn't control himself any longer. He grabbed the back of her head and started cramming his meat deep into her mouth. His hips tensed as he moved back and forth. She didn't gag as he thought she might have. Instead he could feel her lips, tongue, and teeth working on his aroused flesh, just as if she really did want his cream in her mouth.

"Jesus," he groaned. "Oh Jesus. Oh you sweet, sucking bitch! Drink it! Jesus, drink itttt!"

He bucked forward with his hips and his hot cream began spurting into her mouth. He heard the sounds of her quick swallowing as she tried to take all of his thick cream into her throat without choking. Her head bobbed back and forth quickly and her sweet lips sucked his hot prick dry. He felt her tongue on his rigid flesh as the last of his cum spurted. Her tongue quickly ran up and down his rod and she nibbled at his sensitive crown with her sharp teeth.

He could feel his balls growing hot again. Damn, but she really knew how to get him going. He had never before gotten so aroused so quickly, and now she was making him hot again.

"You sweet sucking bitch," he groaned. "You're crazy as hell. You get me hot and I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

"That's what I want," she said.

She kept working on his flesh and she kept it from going soft. She sucked the hot pole back into her mouth, using her tongue and teeth on his flesh. He grew harder.

"Bitch," he groaned, "Goddamn cock sucking bitch!"

He reached up and turned on the water. He pulled her to her feet and crushed her against him. One of his hands gripped her ass and his fingers played with her crack.

"Shit," he groaned. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

"That's exactly what I want," she moaned. "I'm so hot! If you don't fuck me soon, I'm going to die."

He picked her up easily and carried her back into the bedroom. He put her down on the bed and made her spread her legs open wide. He put one hand between her legs. She felt his fingers gently teasing her cunt entrance.

"Oh no," she protested. "I want your cock. I want your big hot cock in my pussy!"

"You shameless bitch," he said, grinning. "That's what you're going to fucking get!"

He jumped on top of her. He thrust brutally and his prick spread apart the lips of her cunt and entered deep inside. She groaned in passion and put her arms around his back. She began rubbing her titties against his chest.

"Fuck me hard," she begged him. "Fuck me really hard!"

"All right, bitch," he grunted.

He pulled back and then slammed his prick into her again. He began to thrust as hard as he could. She heard the wet sounds his cock made each time he entered her, and that turned her on even more. She twisted her ass from side to side and humped up to meet his long cock. She was somehow getting his big prick inside her deeper with his every thrust.

"Get it inside me deeper," she moaned. "Oh, put that big fucking stick in my pussy!"

"Raise your legs," he told her. "Raise your legs and wrap them around my back. I'll put my Goddamn fucking cock in your fucking cunt mouth!"

His every word made her hotter. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his back. She squeezed her thighs as tightly as she could. She felt his big dick slipping deeper into her cunt. It felt like it was coming put of her mouth.

"I love it!" she screamed. "I've never had a cock that felt like yours! I love your big dick!"

He fucked her harder and faster and she could feel the fires in her belly growing hotter and her pussy was wetter than it had been before.

"I'm going to come!" she cried out loud. "I'm coming! I love your fucking big dick! I love ittttt!"

She scratched his back bloody with her fingernails, but he didn't seem to mind. She had never felt such a powerful orgasm. It made every nerve in her body tense. It left her weak, trembling, and sobbing.

"Oh my God, baby," he groaned. "I'm going to pour my dim in you again. Sweet bitch. Sweet bitch! Sweet bitch!"

She was still coming as his jism pumped into her. She held him tighter and worked her ass back and forth so that her pussy milked his thick, throbbing rod of every creamy drop.

"Oh Jesus," she groaned. "It's never been like that before. It's never, never been like that!"

"For me either," he said.

He held her as the shivers kept going through her body. It was so nice that she never wanted him to let her go. Never! She knew that she had finally found out what a woman is supposed to feel like when a real man fucks her silly.