Feeling sheepish, confused and guilty about the evening with Jack, Nancy had been vague when Cindy had asked about it. She really didn't know what to think about it herself, so what could she possibly say to her cousin? She knew that what she had done was a betrayal of her husband.
Clearly Jack had taken advantage of her drunkenness, and she couldn't be blamed for that. What continued to bother her was her knowledge that, even as she had fought him, begging him to leave her alone, a part of her had hoped that he would not.
She missed the loving, rough-tender attention of a man. Alone at Cindy's night after night, she had often fondled and sometimes finger-fucked herself, but that was not a substitute for a man. There was no escaping the fact that she had enjoyed her fuck session that night.
Late one evening, Rick called long distance to tell her how much he missed her. It had been evident almost immediately that he was drunk and was calling from some bar. Sounds of music and the dull roar of other voices made understanding Rick's slightly slurred speech difficult.
"When are you coming home?" he asked finally.
"I don't know yet. I'm planning to visit a few more days at least," Nancy answered in an uncertain tone.
Hardening his voice, Rick responded, "Nancy, I need you. Please come home."
He left no doubt about what he had meant by the word need. Against her better judgement, Nancy tried to reason with him, but Rick did not want to hear her out.
"A wife's place is with her husband. If you don't want to give me what I need, I can find plenty of women who will."
Saying that, he slammed down the receiver and spun out of the phone booth. Shoving his way to the bar, Rick barked his order to the bartender. He stood there for a long time glaring at his own reflection in the mirror behind the bar. But he was not so self-absorbed that he failed to notice the stunning redhead who had taken a stool nearby.
Motioning to the bartender, he turned to the woman and said, "Can I buy a drink for the best looking woman in the room?"
Smiling, the woman accepted the drink, and the two exchanged names. The woman was much shorter than he and had huge tits. Her hourglass figure was displayed to good advantage by her red knit dress that clung to every curve.
Rick couldn't keep his eyes off her huge tits. Perfectly round and high on her chest, they were so large that her arm brushed against one side of her tits as she reached for her drink from the bar. Her long auburn hair cascaded down her back with a single strand snaking across her shoulder toward her tits. How he wanted to smother himself in those tits!
Liz allowed him to buy her another drink as they sat talking. She was friendly and seemed quite interested in the things Rick was saying. Leaning toward him, she looked deeply into his eyes in obvious invitation. She readily agreed when Rick suggested that they go some place quieter.
Reaching his car, he asked where she wanted to go. At first she didn't answer but shifted her body so that her left tit rested against his arm. Her pause before responding was just long enough to underscore the importance of her answer.
"Well, I'd invite you to my apartment, but my roommate has company. I really don't want to disturb her."
"How about a nightcap at my place?" suggested Rick. "It's close by, and there's lots of privacy."
Rick was aware that Liz would know that he had lied about being single once she saw his apartment, but it didn't matter to him. He was burning with desire and could barely restrain himself from grabbing her luscious tits. Besides, she was clearly on the make.
During the drive to his apartment, he was acutely aware of the pressure of her leg resting against his. After a bit, her hand moved to his thigh and slid between his legs halfway up. The strain in his crotch became substantial, even painful, as his cock swelled in his tight trousers.
As he emerged from the car once in the parking lot of his apartment house, he quickly reached down and rearranged himself. It was useless to try to hide the effect that Liz's voluptuous body had had upon him. His cock strained at the fabric of his trousers threatening to burst the zipper, the ridge of his prickhead clearly visible through the material.
After turning the deadbolt, Rick walked into the living room to find that Liz had slipped off her dress and dropped it in a heap upon one of the chairs. She stood in the middle of the room wearing filmy black panties and a lacy bra. Her tits were even more magnificent than he had imagined.
Thrust upward by the bra, her two white tit mounds almost touched in the middle forming a deep cleavage. Dark areolas pointed slightly up by the constraints of the bra beckoned to him.
Liz cocked her head to one side and looked down at his crotch smiling. Rick quickly crossed the room and took her into his arms. Kissing her hard on the lips and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth, Rick pushed his straining cock against her belly. His hands reached for the fastener of her bra and soon freed her tits. Swaying across his chest as they settled, her warm, silky tits seemed to be begging for attention.
Soon naked, Rick knelt before the lovely young woman and buried his face in her tits. Then he began to kiss them reverently. "I'm going to eat these up. I'll chew and suck until there's nothing left. I'm going to nurse like a baby until you make milk for me."
With that he took one of her distended nipples into his mouth and noisily sucked. One hand pulled more of her tit-flesh toward his face, covering his mouth and chin with her silky tit. His other hand busied itself with the opposite nipple. His attentions grew in intensity until Liz tried to pull away from him.
"Hey, take it easy. Those aren't made of rubber, you know."
But Rick's manipulations continued. Kneading, squeezing, and jerking her massive tits until they became red and tender, Rick seemed to be obsessed. Liz tried to pull away using, her arms braced against Rick's shoulders.
"Damn it, I said not so hard!"
This time he bit down on her left nipple hard enough to cause the woman to cry out in pain. Moving from the tortured tit, his mouth traveled down her torso. Pausing at her bellybutton, he snaked his tongue into the little depression and wiggled it back and forth.
Once he reached her panty line, he traced its course around her body with light, tender kisses. Reaching her back, he paused at the small dimple just above the start of her ass crack. While kissing the dimple his hand traveled down her asscrack to her pussy. Rubbing through the thin material, he deftly massaged her fringed fuck opening.
Drawing his hand back, he came to her asshole. With a tiny circular motion of the tip of one finger, Rick stirred her little brown ass-ring. He kissed and inched around her body past jutting hip bones to a position just above the start of her cunt hair. Taking a handful of the sheer fabric, he pulled her panties off in one quick motion.
Standing, Rick swung the voluptuous woman into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her onto the unmade bed and spread her legs. Taking his cock in his hand, he leaned over her waiting cunt and harshly rubbed his stiff prick against her cunt slit.
"Mmmmmmmmm. Oh, yes, make love to me. Please fuck me," pleaded Liz.
Rick mounted her. His cock was engorged and burning with the desire to feel the walls of Liz's steamy cunt. In a single motion, he sank his prick deep into her pussy crevice causing her to groan.
Although filled with her own fuck juices, her cunt was not prepared for the swift and harsh assault. With another hard fuck, his prick was completely buried in her. Fucking with all his might, Rick impaled the lovely woman on his cock time and time again.
Moaning and arching her back to meet his fuck thrusts, Liz was lost in her passion. Rick fucked into her pussy a dozen more times and then pulled his dripping cock out of her drenched cunthole.
Her fuck juices clung to his prick and formed a shimmering strand connecting pussy and cock as he moved his knees up beside her waist. Placing his hands on the sides of her lovely tits, Rick pushed her tit-mounds inward to cover his cock with their soft tit-flesh. Holding them firmly in position, he racked on his knees as if her delicious tits were a cunt.
As his cum neared, the young man held the woman's tits tighter to increase the friction. Liz's agonized protests were ignored.
Suddenly a shot of cum spewed from his enflamed prick onto her chin and neck. Pulling back from her, Rick held his spurting cock as his prick squirted sticky white cum onto Liz's tits, throat, and face. Cum covered one nipple and ran in tiny streams down the sides of her tit. Other jets struck the other nipple, the space between her tit mounds, and every inch of her massive tits until they glistened with the translucent fuck fluid.
Rick barely paused before he moved upward and pushed his flaccid cock into the pretty woman's mouth. Liz could taste the yeasty, slightly sour taste of the man's cum and the salty flavor of her own fuck juice mingled on his cock. His shrunken prick rested limply in her mouth.
"Make me hard, woman. Rub my balls and suck my cock till I tell you to stop," he commanded.
Reaching her hands through his legs, Liz obediently took his sac into her cupped hands and rolled its precious cargo around in the hollow of her palms. With little flicks of her tongue, she bounced his soft cock around in her mouth while sucking on his prick like an all-day lollipop. Her long tongue ringed his cock first in one direction and then reversed to go in the other. Her fingernails tenderly scratched his balls and drew patterns across his wrinkled skin.
Liz allowed his still-limp cock to slip from her mouth as she shifted her attentions to his precious balls. Hanging unevenly in their protective sac, his balls seemed to beckon to her. At first she simply licked every inch of the surface. The skin was extraordinarily soft and silky to her tongue as it glided over his balls within their sac.
Next she took his lower ball into her mouth and began a series of strong inward sucks. With his ball resting on the upper surface of her tongue, Liz bounced his ball back and forth. Then sliding his nut carefully from her mouth, she popped its twin in as a replacement. Repeating her actions, she sucked, bobbed, and caressed his ball to the accompaniment of Rick's moans.
Taking both balls into her mouth, Liz ran her talented tongue from one ball to the other and back again rapidly. Her sucking pulled his balls inward and against each other in a tantalizing squeeze while her tongue bobbled them up and down. Easing his sac from her mouth, the pretty woman again took his balls into her hand. Gentle squeezes pushed his balls together only to be separated again by her finger wedged between them.
Liz's mouth returned to his rapidly swelling cock. With her expert oral attentions, his prick had come to life again. Taking his cock from her mouth, Liz began licking up and down the sides of his prick eagerly. Coming to the ridge of his cockknob, her tongue circled its outline, skimmed across his velvet prick skin and darted into his tiny cum-slit.
Then Liz shifted her oral attentions to the sweet little brown sac hanging behind his rapidly stiffening cock. Sucking his balls into her mouth, she rolled them from side to side and caressed them with her flicking tongue. The sucks and tugs continued until Rick pulled away and shoved his rigid cock roughly into her mouth once again.
Almost choking, the auburn-haired beauty struggled to remove his big prick from her throat, but Rick grabbed huge handfuls of her flowing hair and used it to pull her closer still. Holding her hair tightly, he fucked his cock through her mouth into the narrow constriction of her throat.
Liz felt her air being choked off and fought to get away. It was no use. Placing a knee on one of her shoulders, Rick kept her from squirming.
"Knock it off, bitch," he growled. "Relax and take it all, or I'll really hurt you!"
Gagging and gasping on his outstroke, she was finally able to regain her breath. His cruel fucks into her stretched throat continued with considerable force. His knee rested on her shoulder causing a shooting pain that almost blotted out the agony in her throat.
"Oh, yeah, baby! I'm gonna cum. Suck me now, I'm cumming! Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Cum spurted into Liz's mouth and against the back of her terribly strained throat until gism filled her windpipe. Its consistency was thinner this time, and Liz quickly gulped it down to clear her breathing passage. A few more hard sucks extracted the last of his warm fuck juice into her mouth.
Pulling Liz over onto her side, Rick's attention returned to her enormous tits. Nuzzling between them, he lay with his face buried in her soft tit-flesh until he fell asleep.
Liz remained still for some time listening to his snares rising from between her tits. When she was certain that Rick had completely surrendered to the effects of the alcohol he had drunk, she worked her way out of his grasp. Rising quietly she dressed and hurriedly left the apartment.
While waiting for a taxi the terrible reality of the evening pushed its way into her numbed consciousness. Her entire body was bruised and battered. Her shoulder still throbbed from being pinned by his knee, and her aching tits were already showing early signs of the bruises that would cover them by morning.
I'd rather take my chances with muggers than spend one more moment with that violent creep, she told herself. And he didn't even have the decency to get me off!
She had learned a lesson from the evening, and it wasn't much of a consolation to know that she had left a bit of a lesson for Rick also. At least she had left him something to think about when he woke up in the morning.
The sun was streaming into the apartment when Rick began to stir the next morning. Holding his eyes tightly shut to avoid the blinding light, he tried to go back to sleep. The pain in his head was almost unbearable, and his mouth felt stale and fuzzy as if it was filled with ashes.
Finally, finding it impossible to go back to sleep, Rick pulled himself up. The all-too-familiar feelings of a severe hangover flooded over him. Sitting perfectly still, his head in his hands, the tired young man waited for the room to stop spinning.
In a few minutes he felt steady enough to make his way to the kitchen for some coffee. Nancy should be here to make me coffee, he thought to himself. Vague memories of calling her the previous night drifted through his thoughts as he drank the dark brew. Still feeling rocky, he opened the refrigerator and removed a beer. After finishing it in a few short gulps, Rick started to feel better.
With a second cup of coffee in his hand, he wandered into the living room to sit on the couch so that he could put his feet up.
Something about that call to Nancy bothered him but he couldn't remember what had been said.
As he sat trying to recall their conversation, he noticed his wallet sitting in the center of the coffee table with what seemed to be a note beneath it. Picking up the paper, he read the small feminine handwriting.
"Dear Bastard: I don't know how many women you've found who like the rough stuff, but I'm not one of them. You might at least ask first. Brutal creeps like you are sick and ought to have to pay for their fun. And you did. I have enough bruises and bite marks to file assault charges, so don't bother calling the police."
There was no signature. Snatching up his wallet and peering inside, Rick found it empty. Calculating what he had probably spent the previous night, there should have been more than a hundred dollars left. Angry, he sat for some time staring at the empty wallet.
"That little red-headed bitch," he muttered as he threw the wallet back onto the table.
Rage tilled him, but he knew that there was nothing he could do. The police weren't an option since he certainly couldn't afford the publicity. And there was no way of knowing what Nancy would do if she heard about it.
As he thought about his pretty wife, their conversation of the previous night returned to his memory. Despair overwhelmed him. He remembered his unreasonable anger, the terrible things he had said to her, and, worst of all, that he had hung up on her.
Getting up, he went to the phone to try to call her and apologize. When he called Cindy's number there was no answer. Thinking he had reached a wrong number, Rick hung, up and dialed the number several more times before he gave up.
His eyes were down back to the note on the table. If he really did the things that Liz had said about him in the note, then he had probably hurt Nancy, too, when he had been drunk. The thought of hurting the one person he had ever loved filled him with shame and disgust.
He continued to sit on the couch for a long time thinking back over the last few months. He had to admit that there were a number of nights that he was unable to recall with any certainty.
Vowing to seek help for his drinking, Rick returned to the phone and tried to call Nancy again.
Cindy answered on the second ring. "I'm sorry, Rick. She isn't here. Besides, she told me last night that she didn't want to talk to you if you called. She was pretty upset."
Stunned, Rick was silent for several minutes. Perhaps he had already lost her. His chest felt hollow, and his mouth was dry.
"Cindy, I was drunk last night, and I said some pretty awful things that I didn't mean. I realize now that I have been really rotten to Nancy these last few months, and I want to make it up to her. Please, Cindy, can't you at least get her to talk to me?"
"I'll give her the message, but don't expect too much. She's angry and upset and frankly doesn't have much faith in you anymore. Why don't you give her a day or two to cool off?"
Rick hung up the phone and slumped onto the couch. Disconsolate, the melancholy young man stared into space.