Fiction, of course. Dark fiction. Not a pretty story.

It wasn’t the first time I had thought of killing her. Each time it occurred to me, I had a moment where reason justified the choice. Where, in that one moment, I convinced myself that it was a good decision. Later, I’d always feel the fear that my sanity was slowly evaporating, or thinking perhaps that the very same person I wanted gone, had somehow stolen it from me.

My life would be better if she weren’t in it. Yet, I only had myself to blame for it.

The woman beside me rolled over and reached for a tissue that she dragged through the moisture on her cunt and thighs. ‘You always make such a mess.’ She said, her voice grating the remains of my patience. I said nothing. Silence usually met her after we fucked. I wondered if she even had a clue the mess I wanted to make from her - that went beyond a little spunk on her thighs.

I doubt I was the first to want to fuck her up. I imagined she knew all kinds of people. She tossed the damp tissue onto the bedside table and I resisted the urge to pick it up and smell us on it. I don’t know why I held back, but it had something to do with control.

‘You have my money, or is this going to be one of those all day events? If so, I need to make a phone call.’ She reached for her purse and I heard the rattle of foil as she pushed gum out of the wrapper. I felt a tap on my arm when she offered me a piece. I shook my head. ‘No?’ She put it back inside the dark folds of a very worn leather handbag.

‘You’re gonna get all quiet again.’ She said it and then sighed, realizing that the fun was over - gone with the swipe of a tissue and the onset of the moods that found me after we had done our business. ‘Too bad. I like that cock of yours.’

I don’t know why I found that funny. I looked down at the flesh between my legs and cupped it, still feeling the sticky remains of our fucking. My thumb stroked down the length of my cock and it stirred in spite of my mood. I closed my fist around it and pumped.

She had already started getting dressed and was snaking a fresh set of panties up her thighs, dug out from the black bag of mysteries she called a purse. I calculated the contents of my wallet and walked around the bed. She looked at me, her sharp gaze snaking down my front until it found my cock, still being pumped by my fist.

‘It’s like that, is it?’ She reached out and her hand surrounded mine. I let go and she started jerking me off. She leaned into kiss me and I turned my head away. I ignored the hurt look in her eyes that had no business being there.

‘Suck me.’ I said, placing my hand on her shoulder heavily until she went to her knees and her mouth closed around me. My head fell back. I felt her fingers hold onto my ass, her fingers snaking around to stroke my sack as my cock pumped into her mouth.

The wet sounds coming from her mouth only made the blood flow harder to my cock. She was having trouble, as she usually did, with it when it got this hard. I pulled it from her mouth and a line of spit hung between her lips and my cock.

‘Bend over.’ I said. She laughed softly and wiggled her ass at me as she did. I watched her fingers press her fresh panties into her cunt. ‘I buy these for you, you know.’ She mumbled, her voice muffled by the pillows she was pressing her face into. ‘I know you like that school girl thing.’

Her head lifted and she looked back at me as I settled behind her. ‘Want me to put my hair in pig tails?’ My cock head brushed the soft, white cotton of her underwear. ‘No.’ I responded, my fingers feeling the damp patch of cotton, pushing them in further until the heat tickled my digits. ‘But you should be quiet. Otherwise I’ll have to fail you.’

‘Ooooo, no, no teacher. I need this A in economics so I can keep my scholarship.’ She pulled aside the panties so that her cunt peeked out. ‘I’ll do anything.’

I laughed softly, the weight of my earlier moment gone. ‘You’re such a dirty little co-ed.’ My fingers played in the moisture between her legs. The head of my cock nudged her and her fingers wrapped around me as she directed me blindly to the slick, tight hold of her cunt. I pushed the head in.

‘Be careful, Sir. You’re my first.’ She laughed at her own joke and I grabbed her hips. ‘First huh?’ I said. I leaned over her until our bodies were fused, held apart only by the length of my dick. I widened my stance a bit, bent my legs at the knee and thrust into her roughly, jerking back on her body as I did. ‘Liar.’

I fucked her. Our bodies jerked together roughly, hers as demanding as my own, meeting me, hip to ass. I felt her squeeze me, the hold on my cock pushing me closer to coming. My balls were slapping against wet flesh each time I pushed into her.

‘Yes, good girl. Just like that.’ I mumbled. I liked to watch my dick slide into her, liked to see how wet her cunt made it. I liked the sounds of sex, the quiver of her muscles as she resisted the slide into oblivion.

‘Do I…’ she gasped. ‘Get an A?’ She rolled her ass. Her fingers were on her clit. I felt them brush over my cock as it surged in and out of her. Heat churned in my sack.

‘Fuck me. Fuck. I’m gonna come.’ Her entire body tensed and she held her breath, stilling as I continued my assault on her body. When she broke, I felt the squeeze on me tighten and then she sobbed and her cunt began to pulse around me. My come rushed out in a flood, taking me by surprise. I leaned back my head and howled my pleasure, fucking my seed, my sperm into her pussy.

We lay there, still joined, our bodies still glowing. I pulled from her and her panties moved back to cover our sins. They were soaked with come.

‘Incredible.’ She sighed. She rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide. She reached for me and I went. I lay my head against her breasts. I could feel her cunt, sticky, rub against me.

‘Will you do it now?’ She said.

‘Huh?’ I responded, blinking slowly.

‘Kill your wife.’ Her fingers stroked my hair. ‘We can be together then.’

‘Yes.’ I said, snaking down my fingers to peel off her panties, the ones she had purchased for me, the ones that were stained with my semen, her cum. ‘I’ll do it.’