Chapter 3
"Did you see that shrink again today?" Mike Bennett asked his wife. "That Dr. Field?"
"Yes," Jill answered. "Thursday is my appointment."
"Well, is he helping you any?"
"Why do you ask?" Jill said, feeling like she was on the spot.
"Christ, it's the obvious question," Mike blurted. "It's costing me enough for you to see that guy. Seems to me I'm entitled to know if I'm getting my money's worth."
"Yes, dear, you're getting your money's worth," Jill said evenly.
She looked at her watch and got up from her chair.
"Are you going somewhere?" Mike asked.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am," Jill replied. "Didn't I tell you? My sister Kim's in town. We're going out to dinner."
"Dinner?"
Jill forced a chuckle that sounded a lot more tolerant than she felt toward her husband.
"Don't worry, Mike," she said, "I left something for you to eat in the oven. Just help yourself."
Jill went for her coat. But Mike followed her and caught her arm when she reached into the closet, swinging her around so her body crushed against his.
"What if I don't want to be alone?" Mike asked, his breath hot.
"I'm sorry you have to eat by yourself," Jill said, "but Kim's only going to be in town tonight."
"Forget about dinner," Mike snapped.
He caught up Jill in a tight embrace.
"And forget about your damn sister," he hissed.
Jill felt her husband's hard cock, swelling in his pants and throbbing against her belly. She hadn't seen Mike this horny in weeks.
"I want to fuck you," Mike announced the obvious. "Strip right here in front of me. I'll take you on the floor."
Not so far in the past Jill would have been thrilled by her husband's desire. But that was before her life had changed. Now, when Mike's prick pulsed against her, all she could think of was Al Field. How much she wished she was with him instead of her husband.
"Let me go, Mike," Jill protested, struggling in her husband's grasp. "Kim's expecting me. I can't fuck you tonight."
Without warning, Mike slapped her. Jill took it without flinching, taking advantage of the relaxation of Mike's hold on her to break away.
She ran from the house, forgetting about her coat and even her purse. Without any car keys, Jill plunged on foot into the night, disappearing into the darkness before Mike could catch up with her. Finally, she slowed down when she reached some traffic and hailed a cab. She gave the driver the address where she was to meet Al Field, then settled back into the seat to catch her breath.
She didn't calm down, though. She was too excited about meeting Al. She saw herself nude in bed, her legs spread with Al between them, driving his magnificent cock up her tight pussy.
"You all right, lady?" the cabby called back.
Jill realized she was moaning softly and clamped her jaw shut. Inside, she laughed at herself for being so damn horny.
"I'm okay," she told the driver. "In fact, I never felt better."
They reached the motel. Jill had to ask the cabby to wait so she could go get the money from Al to pay him. The cabby didn't like having to stick around, but Jill was gone before he could protest.
Jill ran to the room where she was supposed to meet Al. The door was locked. Then she noticed the lights were off inside. When she knocked on the door there was no answer.
Jill panicked.
"Hey, lady!" the cabby yelled. "Hurry up with that fare. I got a living to make."
Jill wanted to run and hide. But she sensed the taxi driver would chase her to try and get his money. He was getting out of his cab now, swearing as he started toward her.
"I-I can't pay," Jill confessed when she faced the angry cabby.
"What's the matter, honey?" the man snarled with contempt. "Didn't the trick you were supposed to meet here show up?"
"You think I'm a whore?" Jill gasped with alarm.
"What other kind of woman takes a cab by herself to a motel at this time of night?"
The driver pushed Jill against a wall and looked her over.
"You're not that bad," he said. "How much you charge for a lay, anyway?"
Jill couldn't answer.
"Well, I'll tell you what, babe," the cabby went on. "I'm feeling generous tonight. How's this sound? My fare for your fee, even-up."
Jill realized that he wanted to fuck her.
"Who'll pay for the room?" was all she could think of to say.
"No problem," the cabby laughed. "The manager and I are pals. It's on the house. I've brought him enough business to make him rich. Without a steady flow of hookers and their Johns, this dump would go under in a week. Just wait here, I'll go get the key."
Jill could have run when he was gone, but she didn't. A strange feeling had come over her. It started in her stomach then slowly moved down, settling between her legs. Her cunt got wet.
"Who am I kidding? I want him to fuck me," Jill said of her reaction to the cabby's proposal.
She slipped her hand down under the waist of her skirt and felt her panties. They were drenched with pussy juice, clinging to her crotch like a second skin.
"Yes, I want him to fuck me," Jill admitted more strongly to herself, fingering her damp cunt.
She had come here believing that Al Field was the attraction. Now she knew better. It was the chance to fuck that had brought her out into the night, not any particular man. All she wanted was a big prick inside her. Anybody's but her husband's.
By the time the taxi driver returned with the key, Jill was steaming with lust. Her wet pussy squished when she entered the motel room and headed straight for the bed. Before the lights were on, her panties were off and her skirt had fallen away. When the room lit up, she was spread-eagled, showing her wide-open pussy to the cabby.
"Show me your cock," Jill said, slipping out of her blouse to become totally nude.
With a big grin, the taxi driver undid his belt buckle and let his pants drop. He wasn't wearing any underwear, so the reason for his grin was instantly apparent. He was fantastically well-hung and he knew it. His hard-on was huge.
"I'm gonna fuck you every which way but loose," he promised, proudly stroking his long dick. "When you feel this prick in your pussy, baby, you're gonna forget about every other man who's ever balled you."
He got onto the bed, kneeling between Jill's spread thighs. Jill pulled her pussy lips apart with her fingertips, opening up her cunt for the cabby's stiff dick.
His cock-head entered her cunt. Jill's pussy sucked for more. She wanted the whole hard-on inside her twat as quickly as possible, fucking her to the hilt.
She clamped her legs around the taxi drivers waist and tugged. His prick surged up her cunt. Both sets of hips started to move at once, as male and female crotches ground together.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Jill chanted as the cabby pumped his cock in her moist pussy.
She closed her eyes. When she couldn't see the cabby's face she couldn't remember what he looked like. All she cared about was the feel of his prick in her cunt. She was learning a lot about herself tonight.
When Jill opened her eyes again, the cabby was sucking her tits. She told him not to be so gentle. To chew her nipples. Give her some pain to groove on along with the fucking.
"Ooooooh, that's it," Jill groaned when the cabby's teeth capture one of her nipples.
She came. Her hand dropped to her crotch and rubbed the union of cock and pussy as the climax washed over her.
Now the taxi driver had squashed Jill's tits together. He had both nipples in his mouth at once.
Jill's groans of joy became shrieks. She couldn't stop coming. Her orgasm built and built. She had never had a more powerful climax.
"You bastard!" she cried to the cab driver. "You wonderful bastard!"
She unlocked her legs from around his waist and lifted her thighs under his armpits, squeezing his ribcage. For every cock-thrust in her cunt, she pushed back with equal force. The bedsprings squealed, sounding like some crazy song.
All of a sudden, the cabby's head shot up from Jill's tits. His face was bright red, sweating. His breath came in gusts.
"My cock's ready to blow," he puffed. "Gonna shoot my cum into your cunt."
"Yes, yes, give it to me!" Jill urged. "Give my pussy the hot, sweet jizz from your beautiful cock!"
The cabby's hips slammed home in the well of Jill's crotch. His prick seemed to shatter in her deep twat. Scalding cum quickly flooded Jill's cunt.
When the flow of jizz lessened, Jill squeezed the cabby's balls, trying to force every drop of male cream she could into her greedy pussy. By the time the fucking was over, there was too much cum for her twat to contain and the excess leaked into the crack of her ass.
"Oh, man, you're something else," the cab driver sighed when he had caught his breath. "I could fuck you all night."
"You may have to," Jill cooed.
"You're not kidding, are you?" the cabby said. "You're really as horny as you're making out."
"You better believe it," Jill responded without hesitation. "Take your cock out of my cunt so I can put it in my mouth. Suck you completely hard again."
The taxi driver pulled out of Jill's pussy and flopped on his back. His prick was about at half-mast, one last glob of cum oozing from the red tip.
Jill crawled on top of him. But not just to suck his cock. She had turned her body around and her thighs straddled the cabby's head. Her sloppy pussy bubbled in his face.
"Eat me out while I go down on your prick," Jill urged.
The cabby planted the lips of his mouth on the lips of Jill's pussy and drilled with his tongue. It didn't bother him when the remains of his own jizz coated his taste buds. All he could think about was the incredible sweetness of Jill's cunt.
In the meantime, Jill had begun swallowing the cabby's big prick to complete the sixty-nine. She sucked the cock-head into her throat, then coaxed it deeper and deeper until her lips clutched the root of the hard-on at least ten inches away.
Jill tickled the cabby's balls, making his crotch lunge. His hips pushed against her face. She wasn't just sucking his cock anymore. He was fucking her in the mouth.
And, at the other end of the sixty-nine, the cab driver's tongue wriggled inside Jill's pussy. He was an expert at tongue-fucking, poking and scraping all the right places. Jill climaxed, filling his mouth with her cunt juice.
Jill and the cabby rolled on the bed, switching positions repeatedly. He would take over on top of the sixty-nine, then she would regain control. Their fingers dug into each other's asses.
There were groans and gasps, impossible to identify as either male or female so closely were they intermingled. The sweet smell of sex ripened the air.
The cab driver cracked. His cock was straining too hard for him to concentrate on eating Jill's cunt any longer. All he could focus on was coming in Jill's suctioning mouth.
Jill sensed that the cabby wanted to watch her drink his jizz. So she slid down from on top of him and leaned over his crotch, pushing her hair away from her forehead so he would have a clear view of her face when he came in her mouth.
"It's happening... it's happening!" the cabby cried and his prick began to spurt.
Even with a mouthful of gushing cock, Jill managed a smile as she sucked up the cab driver's jism. Her cheeks swelled a little, but she had no trouble in swallowing all of the cream that she wanted to.
Jill purposely left a little bit of cum in her mouth. When the cabby removed his drained cock, Jill replaced it with one of her tits. She forced the mound of flesh to her face and kissed it, turning the nipple snow-white with jizz.
"Mmmm, you are one solid fox," the cab driver remarked with awe.
"You wouldn't believe how horny I still am," Jill almost giggled.
"The hell I wouldn't," the cabby responded. "I'll bet you dig it everywhere, don't you? In the cunt, in the mouth... "
"In the ass," Jill Finished his sentence.
She was already over on her belly. Her butt rose in the air as if it were being lifted by a magnet. Her thighs and asscheeks parted. Her asshole shone like a ruby.
The cabby moved in behind Jill. But if she was expecting his cock in her ass right away, she was in store for a surprise. A pleasant surprise. For before the cab driver turned his prick loose, he decided to treat Jill to some tongue.
Jill had never taken a tongue in her ass before. It was smooth and squirming one moment, raspy and hard the next, as it reamed her out. She dug it, squeezing in an extra climax she hadn't counted on having.
An extra advantage of being tongued in the ass was that it made Jill's shitter nice and moist. When the cabby's cock finally took over, it slid right in.
"You want the whole thing, babe?" the cabby asked Jill.
"Fuck me all the way!"
"It'll hurt."
"It better!"
"I should have known better than to even ask," the cabby laughed, then channeled his strength into his cock. It barged up Jill's ass, past the point of easy entry.
"Rip me up!" Jill cried. "Fuck my ass all the way to your balls. I want to feel your nuts burning against my pussy so I'll know I've taken every inch of your big cock up my butt."
Two-thirds of the cab driver's prick was buried in Jill's ass. But the part of his dick still on the outside would have a much harder time getting inside than the part already butt-fucking Jill.
In order to hilt his cock, the cabby needed something to hold on to for balance during the final surge. He draped himself over Jill's back and grabbed her tits for handles. Now, tugging at Jill's tits, the cabby pushed. The remainder of his prick met stern resistance from Jill's stubborn ass.
Jill wasn't fighting the last part of the cabby's hard-on on purpose, but the agonizing results of the struggle were hardly unwelcome to her. A butt-fuck, she knew, was never complete without pain.
"Hurts sooo goo-oooood," Jill moaned, as the thickest part of the cab driver's cock inched up her burning ass.
"No woman's ever taken my prick all the way in her ass," the cabby revealed.
"No woman like me has ever gotten in your taxi before," Jill laughed in the midst of her delicious suffering. "Now shove your cock in my ass the rest of the way. Don't stop pushing until you can feel your balls against my pussy, no matter how tight my ass seems."
"Okay," the cabby replied. "It's now or never. The whole damn works. My whole cock fucking your butt."
His fingers gouged into Jill's tits, his upper body straining as his crotch arched forward. The part of his cock still showing vibrated like it was going to shatter. Jill's asshole turned purple from the pressure.
The cabby let out all the air in his lungs as if someone had just punched him in the stomach. His crotch violently shook, then suddenly lurched forward. At last his cock was gone. All the way up Jill's ass.
"I did it!" the cabby gasped with excitement.
"Mmmm, don't I know it," Jill murmured.
She was already wiggling her hips, maximizing the pressure in her ass.
The cab driver's cock began to move in response. It beat a tattoo in Jill's ass, jarring her from head to toe.
It was a complete butt-fuck now. The cabby pumped his cock in short, swift strokes. Jill's asshole spasmed in response and her hips never stopped writhing.
"I'm coming... coming so much," Jill groaned in ecstasy. "Don't slow down. Fuck my ass as hard as you can."
"Can't keep it up too long," the cabby grunted. "Your ass is the tightest thing I've ever fucked. Can't help but come."
"Mmmmmm," Jill sighed with anticipation. "I can't wait. All that hot cum, shooting up my ass. Divine!"
"Won't be long. My nuts are bleeding cum."
Jill shook her ass. The cabby's cock twisted inside of her.
"Let go!" Jill cried. "I want your cum so bad! Shoot your wad! Flood my ass!"
"Here it comes! God, it's going to be a lot!"
The cabby's prick stiffened even beyond its normal hardness. So rigid that it anchored Jill's ass and abruptly froze her hips. The cabby came.
The cabby's spurting cum had a clear pipeline to Jill's bowels. The scorching jizz mixed with shit, gurgling at the pit of Jill's asshole.
"It's murder!" Jill howled. "Sweet, hot murder!"
"I warned you it wouldn't be easy."
"And you kept your promise. Thank God."
By the time the cabby's cock was drained, Jill was sloshing inside. It was a solid, warm feeling, heavy and light at the same time.
The cab driver kept fucking Jill's ass for awhile after he had come, then finally withdrew. He rubbed his softening prick against Jill's buns, then fell back on the bed giving in to his exhaustion.
Alone with the cum in her ass, Jill rolled over on her back and threw her legs up in the air. Then she brought them back over her head, spreading them wide. Her gaping crotch hung over her face. Jizz dripped from her asshole and splashed her mouth. She tasted it and moaned.
"I know I said this before, but you're something else," the cabby remarked. "Some kind of woman."
Later, when Jill and he were cuddled in bed, the cab driver would still be singing Jill's praises.
"A woman like you-a hustler like me," he said, "we could maybe do each other a lot of good."
"I can't wait to hear this," Jill chuckled.
"With my hack, think of the business I could steer your way," the cabby said, still believing Jill was a whore. "I'm always picking up guys who're looking for some action. You'd have so many tricks you wouldn't be able to fuck them all. The bastards'd be waiting in line. You'd never have to worry about an empty motel room again, I'll tell you that."
Jill was amused, but not interested.
"Thanks, but no thanks," she evenly replied. "I'll find my own men."