Jessica Adair - Wife on vacation

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.

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.