Chapter 6
Dr. Al Field called.
"Jill," he said, "I understand you walked out of Dr. Stone's office without making another appointment. I'm telling you, you can't afford to behave this way. You need treatment."
His voice had grown so loud that Jill held the phone away from her ear.
"Calm down, Al," she soothed. "Maybe you're the only shrink I want to see."
"It's impossible. I can't take on any extra patients," Al muttered. "I've got to think about my wife... "
"Bring her to our sessions," Jill chuckled. "I'm sure the three of us could find something to do. Did I tell you, Al, I've developed a real taste for pussy? Does your wife have a sweet cunt?"
"You're hopeless," Field grumbled.
"Don't tell me you've never eaten your wife's pussy, Al," Jill teased.
"I'll be in touch," the doctor sighed and hung up.
Jill looked at the silenced receiver and laughed. Al Field was so sure she was going straight to hell. Of course, what was funny was that he hadn't made up his mind she was doomed until after he'd fucked her in the mouth, cunt and ass.
Jill was having a good time. It would be short lived. She hadn't noticed it yet, but a man's shadow had fallen over her.
"Who were you talking to, Jill?"
Jill jumped and saw her husband. She was stunned. Where had he come from?
Mike was standing there looking at her, the expression on his face not giving away how much of the telephone conversation he had overheard.
"What are you doing home from work so early, Mike?" Jill nervously asked.
"Never mind that. Who was that on the phone, Jill?"
"Why? Do you think it was a man?" Jill said sarcastically, trying to keep her husband off-balance.
It didn't work. Mike was like granite.
"Yes, as a matter of fact," he evenly stated. "I know it was a man."
Jill could tell from his smoldering eyes that there was no lying her way out of this one.
"How do you know, Mike?" she cautiously asked.
Now Mike smiled-a sly, crooked grin.
"I've been following you," he revealed.
"What? I don't believe you... "
"Oh, no? Try these names on for size," Mike interrupted Jill. "Dr. Al Field. A cab driver named Casey. A kid named Johnny-eighteen years old. You fucked them all, my dear. And that's not counting Ryan, that escaped con, who you claimed raped you... "
Jill waved him off.
"Okay, okay," she muttered. "I won't deny it. That's enough. All right, I fucked them all."
"I'm not through yet, Jill," Mike sneered. "I've saved the best for last. Other guys weren't enough for you. Now you're into chicks. Dykes."
"Grace and Christina," Jill said the names before Mike could get them out.
"Then you admit it?"
"I told you I did. Anyway, I couldn't change your mind even if I wanted to try. You had all the evidence you needed that I was screwing around before you threw this up in my face. You don't have the guts to do it any other way than by stacking the deck in advance. Because that's the kind of guy you are, Mike. A front runner. A chickenshit bastard!"
"You'll pay for that mouth, bitch," Mike seethed. "You'll pay for everything."
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was hard, gnarled and ugly looking.
Jill couldn't believe it.
"Is this how you're going to make me pay?" she mocked. "By fucking me? Fucking me after all the others have had their cocks in my cunt? Shooting their cum inside me? What a joke you are, Mike."
"Who said anything about fucking?" Mike drawled, stroking the shaft of his cock like he was playing with a gun. "I'm not going to fuck you, Jill."
He leered before continuing.
"I'm going to rape you," Mike hissed. "Just like you said Ryan, that convict, did. Only this time I'm going to leave no doubt that it really happened."
And then, leaping like a cat, Mike grabbed Jill. His knee was in her crotch, gouging her cunt. His cock burned like a branding iron through her sweater against her belly.
Mike took Jill's face in his hands and stretched the skin across the cheekbones until Jill's eyes slanted downward and her mouth was a grimace. Mike kissed her, his breath musty and sour, his beard, tongue and lips like sandpaper.
"Did that convict come on this strong to you, Jill?" Mike spat, when he broke off the kiss. "Or were you already flat on your back with your legs spread, begging for his cock in your cunt?"
"Some men have cocks that make a woman do that," Jill defiantly replied. "Too bad you're not one of them."
"I don't need to be," Mike said. "I'd rather force the action."
"Since when?"
"Since now! Since I found out what a lying, trashy cunt you are, Jill. I'm really looking forward to this. A man always likes to rape a woman who deserves it."
Mike pushed Jill backward. She fell against some steps, shielding herself.
Mike scooped her up and carried her away. In their bedroom he ripped off her clothes and threw her naked on to the mattress.
"Here's a little sedative to calm you down, my dear," he chuckled and clipped Jill with a punch just hard enough to daze her.
When Jill started to come out of the fog, she could feel her arms and legs stretching. There was gouging pain at her wrists and ankles. She tried to move. She couldn't.
Mike had tied her to the bed. He was naked now too, kneeling between her legs with a massive hard-on.
"You're a pretty sight all trussed up like that," Mike said. "With your legs forced apart. Your cunt wide-open, a sitting target.
Jill looked down between her tits, down her smooth belly, toward the crest of her hairy crotch. Her pussy hair was puffed, catching the overhead light in its golden strands.
"Look at you," Mike laughed bitterly. "Staring at your own cunt. You're sure your pussy will save you somehow, aren't you? If only you can get your rocks off, you're thinking, you can get through this. Well, forget it, bitch. I'm going to hurt you too much for you to come. Every time you're almost there, I'll push you back. Not coming will be the worst punishment of all for you."
"Go ahead and rape me!" Jill blurted. "You won't have any trouble with me. Especially keeping me from coming. Frankly, I haven't felt anything when you were fucking me for years."
"Like I said, Jill, this isn't fucking," Mike smugly replied. "This is rape."
He choked Jill with one hand, while he used his other one to guide his prick into his wife's gaping cunt. As he forced his cock deeper and deeper into Jill's twat, Mike increased the pressure against her windpipe.
"Breathe," Mike snarled in Jill's face. "Go ahead and try to breathe. See how fast you turn blue."
Jill coughed, feeling the crushing weight against her throat with every spasm. Her nostrils sucked for the air which it was impossible for them to take in and her eyes ached as they bulged in their sockets.
"Y-you're... killing me," Jill choked.
"Maybe, when it comes down to it, that's the general idea," Mike threatened.
"You wouldn't have the nerve to go through with it," Jill hissed defiantly, even with Mike's hands around her neck.
She immediately regretted saying it. Mike did look mad and crazy enough to kill her if he was pushed far enough.
Jill changed her strategy on the spur of the moment.
"Fuck me, Mike," she rasped from the choke-hold.
She rocked her ass. The walls of her tight cunt rippled around Mike's hiked cock.
"Your prick feels good in my pussy," she told her husband. "I'd forgotten how good... "
Jill interrupted herself with a heavy sigh. Her eyes were closed. She imagined she was being fucked by anybody but her husband. She could get through it like this if she didn't look at Mike's face or use his name. If she concentrated only on the masculine power of his stiff dick in her cunt.
"Shove your dick in my pussy as hard as you can... feed my cunt with your big cock," Jill moaned.
She was able to finally get Mike's hands off her throat. They pulled away with surprising ease.
"Seems like you're more interested now in fucking me than killing me," Jill confidently teased.
She wrapped her long legs around her husband's waist and pulled his crotch against hers. His prick rammed to the depths of her twat. To make it bearable, Jill imagined that Mike's cock belonged to Johnny, that stud she'd picked up off the street and fucked.
"You're fucking me good," Jill groaned, her eyes still tightly shut. "Balling me just right, tiger."
Mike's hands, at Jill's throat just a short time before, caressed her tits. Jill's nipples hardened. She was still thinking about Johnny.
"Your pussy's deep tonight," Mike muttered into the hollow of Jill's neck. "Can't remember it ever being so deep."
"Maybe because I can't remember being fucked by such a big cock," Jill answered.
Jill's hands roamed over the cheeks of Mike's ass. He was still firm and smooth down There. Jill could easily imagine she was stroking a teenager's buns. Johnny's. Jill found herself stuck on him.
But, of course, it was really her husband who was fucking her. And Mike could not recall his wife ever being so responsive to his cock in her cunt. Jill kept feeding her husband's impression with her moaning come-ons and writhing.
The pitfall was so obvious. Jill could have easily avoided it if she had just left some part of her mind tuned in on reality. But her fantasy about Johnny had her in a surprising grip. It was the first time she had ever concentrated so heavily on a former lover.
"Fuck me! Fuck me deeper!" Jill gasped with growing excitement.
Then she committed a crucial blunder.
"Fuck me, Johnny!" she recklessly cried.
Mike lurched in the vise of Jill's thighs, then his hips came to a stop. His cock quit moving in Jill's cunt, growing slightly chilly.
"Johnny," Mike said through clenched lips.
The anger in his voice pried open Jill's eyelids. She choked when she looked into her husband's red face, even though Mike's hands weren't near her neck.
"Johnny," Mike repeated. "Jesus, that punk kid. The one you picked up off the street. You were pretending I was him while I was fucking you, weren't you? Imagining it was his cock instead of mine in your pussy."
"I-I didn't mean anything about it," Jill responded lamely. "Just couldn't help it. What are you going to do to me, Mike?"
Jill expected to be strangled again, or brutally slapped at the very least.
But Mike was calm.
But, in a way, this just made Jill more nervous.
"Don't keep me dangling, Mike," she blurted. "I told you the truth. Give me credit for that."
Mike didn't look at Jill. He looked at the wall on the other side of the room. The redness had suddenly left his face and he was pale.
"It's over," he evenly stated.
"What?" Jill responded with confusion.
"You and me. It's over between us," Mike said. "The marriage is over."
"You're leaving?"
Now Mike looked at Jill instead of the wall. To her surprise he was grinning.
"Why try to fight the truth?" Mike said. "We're going no place together. I tried to rape you. That's how bad it got. All I could think of was how to hurt you. I've been a bastard... "
"And I've been a bitch," Jill interrupted.
Mike bobbed his head and chuckled.
"There's enough blame to go around," he said.
Jill agreed that there was.
"So what do we do now?" she asked, realizing that Mike's cock had warmed up in her cunt.
"Since this is our last time together," Mike drawled, "there's something I've always wanted to try. Something I never had the nerve to do."
"Yes?" Jill expectantly asked.
She was suddenly as turned-on by Mike as the others she had fucked. Knowing that he was leaving her life made Jill see her husband in a whole new light.
"I want to fuck you in the ass," Mike told Jill. "Permission granted," Jill immediately answered.
Mike worked his cock out of Jill's cunt and lifted his weight from her body. He untied her and Jill flipped over on her belly. It was then that Mike noticed the markings on her ass for the first time.
"Who did that to you?" he asked his wife, tracing his fingertips over the welts on Jill's asscheeks.
"Really want to know?"
"One of those two lesbians at that doctor's office?" Mike guessed.
"The nurse," Jill chuckled over her shoulder. "She spanked me while I was fucking the doctor with a dildo."
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"While it was happening. Been kind of sore since, though," Jill laughed. There were no secrets between her and Mike anymore now that their hold on each other had ended.
"My cock's not going to make your ass feel any better," Mike said. "When I'm through butt-fucking you, you'll hurt inside as much as outside. You understand that, don't you?"
"Kind of what I'm counting on," Jill purred. "Do it to me, Mike. Shove your big cock up my tight ass. Butt-fuck me until I scream."
Mike's hands parted the halves of Jill's ass. Her asshole throbbed in the open, red as a ripe cherry.
"I like it," Mike panted.
His fingertip circled around the pouting swirl of Jill's asshole. Mike poked. His finger penetrated the squeezing anal channel.
"Mmmm, feels good," Jill moaned. "But your big cock would feel better."
Mike pulled his finger out of Jill's asshole and wiped it across the cheeks of her butt. Then, he was gripping his cock, delivering the fiery head to the rim of Jill's tightest sexual opening.
"This is going to be rough," Jill murmured when she felt the steel of Mike's cock-head against her asshole. "Push it in, stud. Fuck my ass to your balls. Make me suffer."
"You got it!"
Mike's fist jerked his hard-on forward. His cock-head jammed inside Jill's asshole.
"More! More!" Jill pleaded. "Fuck my ass with your whole cock! Every inch! All at once!"
Mike grunted. His hard-on gored Jill's tight shitter. Half of his cock disappeared inside Jill's butt. The other half temporarily buckled from the struggle of trying to fuck a woman's ass to the hilt.
"Yess-ssss, that's better," Jill swooned. "But it's not enough. Give me the rest of your cock, Mike. All the way up my ass."
"You're a glutton."
"I'm a woman."
Mike cocked his hips for the final cock-thrust. Then he was pushing the exposed part of his prick trembling. But, slowly, surely, his dick was advancing inside Jill's ass.
"Deeper! Deeper!" Jill begged. "All the way!"
Mike didn't stop pushing. Not until his cock was buried in Jill's butt.
"Does it hurt?" Mike asked.
"Sooo goo-oooood," Jill groaned.
She moved her hips from side to side. The cock up her ass shuddered from the swaying.
"I can't fuck you for long if you move like that," Mike said. "I'll be coming before you know it."
"Let it happen," Jill replied. "I don't want you to hold anything back."
She kept on wiggling her hips. Mike's cock squirmed from the writhing pressure of Jill's asshole.
"Tight," Mike sighed. "Your ass is so tight."
His prick twinged. Mike's balls tumbled like dice. Then they jumped up in their sac, clinging to the base of Mike's hard-on.
"Guess it's going to happen even sooner than I thought," Mike rasped.
"Going to come?" Jill asked.
"Like a flood," Mike answered, suddenly breathless.
The spurs of his hips were gouging into the soft mounds of Jill's butt. His crotch bumped, his prick driving in Jill's ass.
"Fill me up!" Jill cried. "Fill my ass with your hot jizz!"
Jill was up on all fours now. Mike reached under her ribs and grabbed her dangling tits. and then, as he mercilessly squeezed her tits, his cock simultaneously gushed in Jill's asshole with a torrent of scalding cum.
The jizz ripped into Jill's bowels. She climaxed. There was liquid fire at the core of her being.
Jill's senses were erupting with orgasm. Their upheaval rocked her consciousness. Her mind became a funky haze. She was out of it.
All of a sudden Jill had forgotten who was fucking her ass. She didn't care. All that mattered was that someone's big cock was spurting jizz in her tightest hole and she was coming.
Mike became a combination of all the men who had fucked her in Jill's mind. He was Ryan, the escaped con. Al Field. Casey, the cab driver. Johnny, the kid.
Jill's mind stuck on the last image. Johnny. He was so young, so innocent, so strong, Jill thought. So cherry.
Jill didn't realize how dangerously her mind had slipped during the fury of her climax. She made the same kind of mistake she had made before.
"You're so young," she said to her husband, actually thinking of Johnny. "I'll bet you don't even shave yet."
As Mike's cock dribbled in her ass, Jill reached back and rubbed her hand along his face.
"Ouch!" she squealed when the stubble of Mike's beard unexpectedly pricked her fingers. Jill turned her head and opened her eyes, realizing that it was Mike who had just creamed in her ass, not Johnny. She looked away with embarrassment.
"It's okay, Jill," Mike said with surprising gentleness. "I know I don't own you. If there weren't other guys on your mind, we wouldn't be splitting up."
He pulled his drained cock from Jill's ass. His prick was red and sticky, getting soft.
Mike looked around the room. Jill rolled over and followed the path of his darting eyes.
"Guess it's time to really say goodbye," Mike said, his voice far away as his eyes continued to roam away from Jill.
Then his gaze suddenly returned to the foreground and locked into place.
Mike stared into Jill's face just long enough for him to say, "Good luck. It's your life, Jill. Live it the way you want."
"Thanks, Mike," Jill gratefully sighed, then gave her husband a farewell kiss.
She handled it with style, not wanting to hurt Mike any more. However, within, Jill was a lot more excited than she behaved.
In truth, she couldn't wait for Mike to leave, now that the final fuck of their marriage was recorded in history. For when Mike walked out the door, Jill would have something she had never experienced. Total freedom. She would no longer have to answer to anyone.
Jill still felt enough toward Mike to be sorry about what she had put him through. But she was so glad that the marriage was finally over. She was so glad to see Mike go.
"I'll remember your cock up my ass for a long time," she told him when he was dressed and passing through the bedroom door.
"Sure," Mike said without emotion and then turned into the hall.
Jill heard him walking through the house. The catch on the front door clicked. The door opened and closed.
Jill arose from the bed. She wandered over in front of the mirror and looked at the reflection of her naked body from all angles. As she posed, Mike's cum leaked from her ass and trickled down her crack, dampening her pussy.
"I'll do all right," she said admiringly to herself.
She left to take a long, soaking bath. In the tub she left the hot water and steam enfold her.
She was totally relaxed. Her mind began to wander.
"Johnny," she murmured, not even aware that she was repeating the name over and over at first. Her hand was at her cunt, rubbing a slippery piece of soap between her pussy lips.
She didn't know why she couldn't stop thinking about the boy. The images of lovers she had had and those she had yet to fuck would not come to her. It didn't make sense that this young boy should obsess her so.
She finger-fucked herself to a climax, trying to clear her mind. But Johnny's image only grew stronger. There was something about him she could not put her finger on. Different from the others she had fucked. Jill knew she would have to find Johnny. She would explain it to herself later.