A few evenings later, Nancy found herself alone for the night in Cindy's apartment. She lay on the couch reading a magazine, although, in truth, her thoughts were on her husband and the problems they had been having.
She had hoped the trip to L.A. would bring some answers to her dilemma, but she was no further along toward a solution than when she first arrived.
Lost in her thoughts and feelings of despair, Nancy was startled when the doorbell suddenly rang. She was even more surprised to find Jack Murphy standing in the doorway when she opened the door. His arms were full of white paper bags and two bottles of wine.
"Hi, I brought dinner. I hope you haven't eaten yet."
Smiling, he swept into the apartment and headed for the kitchen. There be began unloading small cartons from the bags and grouping them onto a couple of plates. Telling her to get some glasses, he produced a corkscrew from the pocket of his jacks and opened one of the bottles of wine.
"I knew you would be alone tonight, so I thought I would come over and keep you from getting lonely. I hope you don't mind. I'll leave if you want me to, but I brought you one of the best carry-out Chinese dinners in all of Southern California, and you are going to need help eating it," he said.
That was certainly true. Before her were at least seven or eight delicious-looking courses and several cartons of fluffy, steaming rice.
All through dinner Jack continued to joke and kid with her. As Nancy drank a few sips of her wine, Jack would refill the glass. Although he had not had much wine himself, he suggested opening the second bottle as they moved into the living room after dinner. It was dessert, he explained, since all the Chinese places had was fortune cookies.
In a short period Nancy had finished her first glass and started sipping from another.
The wine had given her a warm glow. Being only an occasional social drinker, she did not realize that the feelings of ease, friendliness and trust that she was experiencing were the result of the wine's effects on her brain.
All she knew was that this man seemed kind, gentle and understanding. Suddenly all the things that Nancy had kept bottled up inside her began to pour out in a jumble of words, and sobs. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she told Jack about the fears she had about her marriage.
Jack moved closer to her on the couch and put his arms lightly around her as she cried. Nancy stiffened at being held by someone she only knew casually, but she was reassured by Jack's soothing words. Sobs racked her body, and she buried her face into Jack's shoulder for comfort.
When her tears began to lessen, Jack talked to the young woman about her marital problems. He suggested that Rick's behavior might be the result of his having difficulty adjusting to married life or pressure at work, or both things.
Listening to the older man discuss her problems in such calm, rational tones made her feel more hopeful that she had dared to feel in months, optimism replaced the gloom of her previous mood, Nancy stopped crying and remained quietly in Jack's arms.
Suddenly she began to hiccup. First one, then another and another. Soon both Nancy and Jack were laughing uproariously, and the tension of the previous moments drained away.
"Hold your breath," instructed Jack. "Hold it as long as you can, and then take a long drink."
Following his directions, she gulped four large mouthfuls of wine before the hiccups subsided. Still laughing, the two shared another glass in celebration of his cure having worked.
Suddenly Nancy felt quite woozy. She leaned forward in an attempt to clear her head, but the movement made her even dizzier. Dropping back into Jack's waiting arms, she closed her eyes to shut out the spinning room and lay still.
Jack lifted the unconscious girl and carried her into the bedroom. Placing her tenderly on the bed, he stood looking at her for a long time.
Quietly he leaned over her and began to slowly unbutton her shirt. When he reached the waistband of her jeans, he unfastened the snap and lowered the zipper. The sleeping girl moaned and shifted her position but did not waken. Carefully Jack began to slide the jeans off her hips and down her shapely white thighs.
The jeans pulled her panties with them as they were tugged from her hips. The man leaned over her and unfastened the final button on her blouse to bare her lovely tits. Standing over her, Jack consumed Nancy's voluptuous body with his eyes. Her tit-mounds were held close together and pushed upward by her tight bra. They looked like two ripe melons waiting to be picked. The fine hairs on her stomach shone like golden down, and, through her sheer panties, he could see the faint outline of her cunt silt surrounded by silky blonde pussy hairs.
Her panties, bunched at her crotch by the removal of her jeans, were carefully removed. When she did not stir, Jack slipped his hands under her already-splayed legs and moved them farther apart to allow a better view of her glorious little pussy…
His hands moved lightly over her silky skin from her knees up the line of her perfectly formed thighs to her beautiful cunt mound. So young and fresh. His fingertips moved across the glistening curls to her pussy slit. Gingerly he separated the outer lips of her tiny cunt and gazed admiringly at her clit. He could barely control his urge to take her pussylips into his fingers and caress the tender folds, but he didn't dare. Afraid of waking the sleeping young woman, Jack continued his gentle embraces up her body to the lovely firm tits, Nancy knew she was dreaming, but it was so good that she didn't want the dream to end. Perhaps she could sleep forever. In the fog other dream she could see Rick, and it was almost as if she could actually feel his warm caresses. She smiled and arched her back to meet his exploring fingers as they neared her tits.
The sensations were so real. In the months before she and Rick had been married she had many such dreams.
The squeezes and tugs on her taut mounds were so wonderful. Her nipples were hard and begging for attention. First, there were short little jerks and then longer, harder strokes.
Jack had not missed the young woman's responses to his probings. Perhaps she was only pretending to be asleep. If she was really unconscious, she was enjoying what he was doing anyway.
I could tell from looking at her that she was a hot little number, he said to himself. I'll give her something to smile about all right.
Kneeling on the thick carpet beside the bed, Jack leaned forward through the spread thighs to Nancy's cunt. Once again he parted her pink outer pussylips to look at the cuntflesh hidden within. Her clit was deep red and standing erect. He could wait no longer.
Cautiously he placed his tongue in the crevice beside her hard little clit and began to run his tongue slowly back and forth. When Nancy made no move to stop him, Jack began to flick his tongue from side to side, sweeping across her clit in teasing motions.
Again the woman sighed. In her mind's eye she saw Rick sprawled in front of heron the bed, intent on giving her the best pussy-licking she had ever had. Her throbbing clit sent daggers of passion through her every time Rick ran his tongue over it. Just when she was sure that she could not stand anymore, he pushed his tongue deep into her steaming cunthole. As the tip flicked in all directions Nancy shoved her hips forward in an attempt to devour even more of his wonderful tongue. Out his tongue came again to move down her crack toward her tight little asshole. Then back to her quivering clit to lick up the sides like a peppermint stick.
With gentle sucking, her clit was drawn between his teeth and held there as his tongue teased, tantalized, and tormented her swollen clit. Over and over, his wicked tongue traced its path, until Nancy was rocking from side to side in wild abandon. Cunt juice seeped from her little pussyhole and mingled with Jack's saliva. Jack drank in the salty fuck fluid as he began to remove his clothes.
Once undressed, he was ready to fuck the lovely young woman that lay before him. Continuing to lick and kiss her clit, he moistened his long middle finger with the fuck juice that was flowing so liberally from Nancy's pussy.
Slowly he inserted the tip into her cunthole and moved his finger in a circular pattern as his clit caresses intensified. After a moment, his finger sank deeply into the darkness of her pussy and began to fuck in and out with long, quick strokes.
In a moment, a second finger joined the first to widen the tiny fuck opening. Jack's tongue and teeth labored over her rigid clit in cadence with his fuck-strokes into her pussyhole.
Nancy thrust her hips up to meet the fuckstrokes that were bringing her so much pleasure. The muscles of her inner thighs tensed as she pushed forward to force more of his fingers into her pussy. She felt the force of the fingers as they widened her cunt channel.
She wanted all of Rick's fingers, his whole hand up inside of her. Her hips moved faster and harder as she silently begged him to cram her full and fuck his fist up through her body to her chest.
Her cum burst forth. Jutting her hips upward with two violent strokes, Nancy pushed his fucking fingers deep into her pussy. As the tingling sensations grew and spread through her spasming pussy, a low moan escaped from the lips of the sleeping woman.
"Oooooooooohhhhhhh."
When Jack felt her cum beginning, he was afraid to move for fear of waking his beautiful victim. Instead, he held his fingers and hand rigid letting the woman use them for her own pleasure like a dildo. At the critical moment, he was absolutely still as she bounced and squirmed to give herself the concluding fuck-thrusts to bring on her cum.
Sensing that it was now or never, Jack moved quickly to fuck his sleeping beauty. Grasping his thick cock in his right hand, he gave his prick several long tugs and then held his cock down toward the inviting little pussy. He leaned over her dripping cunt and guided the tip of his prick into her fuck opening.
Then he paused to see if Nancy would awaken, but she did not. The whole area of her pussy was wet and slippery with her fuck juices, and Jack spread some onto his cockshaft. With one long stroke he fucked his bursting prick-meat home.
Startled by the sudden movement, Nancy became aware that something was happening to her. Where was she? What was happening? She felt the weight of a man's body on top of her and thought of Rick. But, no, he wasn't in California. What was happening? As she threw open her eyes, the horrible truth became plain. Jack Murphy was raping her!
"Oh, Jack, stop! Please stop. You've got to stop," she said in tones that changed from harsh to pleading.
His only answer was another fuck-thrust with his massive cock. Nancy attempted to use her arms to push the naked man away but he was too strong for her. She felt as if the big prick inside her would split her pussy open. His cock was so much fatter than Rick's. Shame and disgust swept over her.
Even the awful things Rick had done to her were not as bad as this.
Locking her heels into the crevice between the mattress and springs of the bed, Nancy tried to force her way from under the steadily fucking prick of this cruel stranger. She tried rocking from side to side in order to get away from the steady fuck jabs but nothing worked. Jack was very strong and much heavier than she.
"Hey, honey, why don't you just relax and enjoy it? You know you like it."
Jack was whispering quietly in her ear, but his words enraged her. She considered rape to be the worst crime a man could commit.
And now this terrible person was raping her and telling her to enjoy it at the same time. She must stop him. She must get away.
Her pussy was the tightest cunt Jack had ever fucked. Her pussy had resisted him even after all of his preparations, but now her cunt walls were relaxing to allow the full length of his burning cock into her velvet pussy folds.
"No! Stop! This is wrong. You can't do this to me. Please stop!" she protested.
But even as the words were leaving her mouth, Jack felt her body telling him the opposite. Against her will, her fuck liquids were flowing over his cock-knob and down his prickshaft. But Nancy continued to struggle to free herself.
"Nooooooo! Oooohh, nooooo… ooooohh… yeeeeesssssss!"
In answer, Jack quickened his fucking pace. The tightness of her small cunt and her passion were taking their toil on his self-control.
To urge her on, he leaned up on his elbow and slipped his hand down between them. Locating her dripping cunt, he began to twist and tweak her tender clit.
"Oh, baby, cum for me! Let me feel your cum. I want it all over me. Oh, damn! I'm cumming! Aaaaaaawwwwwww."
Jack's enormous prick had grown even larger with its burden of milky white cum. The tension and pressure had become overwhelming, and he could no longer wait for Nancy's ardor to match his.
His balls, saturated with her succulent wetness, banged against her ass one last time. They felt as if they were going to explode.
And then his creamy gism shot into her like a dam bursting. A steady stream, punctuated by frequent double shots of cum, blasted into Nancy's pussy. Jet after jet spewed into her cunt until she had no more room, and the slippery fuck-stuff flowed out of her pussyhole and down over her ass.
The force of his cum and the intense heat of his gism had moved Nancy to the edge of cumming herself. She knew that what they were doing was wrong and that her burning desire was worse, but she could not help herself.
Lost in an overwhelming need for a man to fulfill her, Nancy shoved her hips wildly toward Jack's dwindling prick. But it was too late. His cock became small and limp and suddenly flopped out of her cunt channel to hang lifelessly against the outer folds of Nancy's pussy.
Consumed with the demands of her quivering cunt, Nancy cooperated as Jack rolled her over on her stomach and spread her legs. His fingers dipped into their mixed fuck juices and fondled her clit and fucked into her gaping pussyhole.
Because of the angle, these manipulations felt different than his earlier ones, but they were equally delicious. Lost in her own needs, Nancy did not notice that every few moments Jack would run his fingers down her little cunt furrow leading to her asshole. Once her ass canal was well lubricated, he drew his slippery, wet hand back to her asshole and continued to play with her cunt with his other hand.
Her tight little brown ass-ring flinched as he circled her asshole with his middle finger. Parting her asscheeks, he looked at her tiny asshole and felt the first stirrings deep within his balls.
In time with his finger-fucks into her cunt, Jack's fingertip worked its way slowly into her clenching circlet of ass-muscle. Using small fuck movements, he was soon able to slide a bit of his digit past her ass-ring.
Nancy jerked and tried to pull free, but an increase in the motions of the hand working on her pussy soon distracted her. After a few moments, the finger in her ass began to wiggle farther into her tender asshole until it was buried. Once again Nancy's objections were stilled by the deep fingerfucking of her pussy slit.
Her tight ass-muscles, gradually began to relax, and Jack rolled his linger back and forth to enlarge her asshole. Withdrawing his other hand from her dripping cunt, he grasped his swelling cock. In a few strokes his prick was firm, red, and ready. Slipping his arm around Nancy's slim waist, he hauled her up to a kneeling position and parted her asscheeks with his hands.
Fully alarmed now, Nancy begged him to stop. "Please, Jack. Not that! I've never done that. It's… it's too dirty. Please you must stop. Nooooo. Oh, Jack, anything but that! You'll kill me! Unk! Unk! Aaaaaannnggg!"
Her asshole resisted the massive purple head of his cock as he fucked forward with relentless pressure. Then it seemed to give way for a moment. That was all the opening he needed. With a cruel fuck stab, he entered her rubbery ass channel with the tip of his brutal instrument.
"Aaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiyyyyyy!" screamed the agonized young woman. "Oh, Jesus, Jack. You've got to stop!"
Her body felt as if it were being ripped apart. The huge cock in her virgin asshole seemed to be as large as a telephone pole. She was sure that her delicate ass-flesh could not withstand the terrible punishment of this unnatural ass-fuck. Pain coursed through her body, and she whimpered pitifully.
Jack's fingers returned to her pussy and began to massage her swollen clit. "Relax, baby. Just relax. It'll be better in a minute," he said over and over again.
Jack moved his finger to her cunthole and began to finger-fuck her with a slow, long fuck-stroke. Through the pain, Nancy experienced a welling of her unsatisfied desire. She was burning up. Silently she pleaded with him.
Fuck me… yeeeessss, fuuuck meeee, she thought in a cadence matching his finger-fucking of her pussy.
Jack began to fuck his big cock inside her asshole. With very slight motions, he withdrew his prick part way and then fucked his cock back to its original spot. Gradually he lengthened his fuck thrusts to force his cock farther up her ass passage.
His ass-fucking was timed to coincide with the finger-fucking of her pussy, and Jack felt her ass muscles relax more and more until he was finally able to sink all of his prick into her ass. With a final hard jab he was home!
Although this awful ass-fucking had been very painful in the beginning, the pain mingled with pleasure until Nancy was no longer aware of the pain. With each of the finger-fucking thrusts into her burning, aching pussy, her pussy walls tried to open even more to swallow his tantalizing fingers deeper. As they did, the flesh of her ass channel parted to admit more of Jack's fat cock.
Jack swayed as he fucked into her, letting her feel his prick swelling and throbbing. Nancy couldn't believe that this was actually happening to her. It was so perverse, so obscene, so disgusting, that at first she thought she must be having a nightmare. But no, she was actually being ass fucked and, worse, she liked it!
Grasping her thighs, Jack fucked into her with powerful lunges, and she propelled herself backwards to meet each fuck-thrust. She had never felt anything like this before. The pain was forgotten, replaced by delicious sensations of rapture.
"Yeeeeessss. Oh, Jack, dooooo iiiiit. Dooooo it! Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiyyyyyy!"
Strong contractions pulsed through her ass-slit as her cum swept over her. With milking motions, her ass sucked on Jack's straining prick until his cock spewed its thick, sticky fuck fluid into the depths of her asshole. One last spurt, and his balls were empty.
Nancy lay still for a while, then began to sob softly. Feelings of shame and guilt swept over her in waves. What had she done? Was she really so depraved that she would fuck with anyone? This man testing beside her was a stranger and yet she had let him do whatever he had wanted.
How could she claim to love her husband with another man's cum seeping out of her ass and her pussy both? She had never even let Rick fuck her ass. The only time he had suggested ass-fucking she had called him a weirdo and had refused to fuck him for several days. Now she had performed this perversion, this unnatural act, with someone she barely knew. Worse, like a common slut she had enjoyed being fucked in the ass.
Jack's attempts to comfort Nancy failed. Her whole body shaking with sobs, the young woman seemed almost oblivious to his presence. The pretty young woman who had given him so much pleasure only moments before was suddenly very distant from him.
She was lost in her own thoughts, feelings, and personal pain. Nancy's tears left Jack feeling guilty and helpless. Unable to think of anything else to do for her, he put his arms around her and held her close. With her head buried in his shoulder, Jack continued to rock her in his arms long after she had fallen asleep.
It was late the following morning when Nancy was jangled out of her sound sleep by the insistently ringing telephone. She didn't recognize Jack's voice, and at first was too groggy to remember the previous night. Her only real awareness was of her splitting headache.
"I just wanted to check and see if you were all right," he said.
"All right?" she repeated through her foggy haze. "Why wouldn't I be all right?"
As she sat up in bed trying to clear the cobwebs from her mind, Nancy felt the soreness of her pussy and ass, and the events of the previous evening returned to her.
Mistaking her reply and the following silence for an improvement in her mood, Jack invited her to have brunch with him. Claiming a headache, which was all too real, Nancy declined. She needed to be alone, to think about what had happened last night and to try to sort things out.
But, most of all, she needed some aspirin.