Alex Ayers - The soldier_s wife

Grunting, he rolled over on his side, dragging Gwen's suctioning mouth with him and knelt above her as she moaned and drew the head into her greedy mouth.

"I'm coming. I'm coming," he shouted, slapping the back of Gwen's neck with his open hand, during her lead down deeper and deeper.

He fat the juice sprinkle up from its reservoir and shower out the head of his throbbing, expanding cock. It burned slightly as it pumped ounce after ounce into her mouth.

Gwen tasted the briny thick liquid as it gushed into her throat and thought of syrup, syrup that oozed out of the chocolate pump behind the drug store counter. She held as much of the come in the back of her throat as she could, catching it on the base of her tongue, and then swallowed, feeling the volume of the sperm gulp down her throat to her stomach.

Bob was frozen against her, jerking his cock inside her mouth as she sucked at the last remaining spittle of semen that leaked from the inflamed slit of his cock-head.

"Enough," Sybil said, yanking Gwen's head back and licking at her husband's shiny, slimy shaft. She raved around his deflated testicles and curled her tongue around the fleshy, softening stem, giving a final tug of ownership to the head of his sore prick.

"You haven't come like that in months," she said sourly, looking at Gwen who lay on her back looking happily up at her, thin strands of tacky semen still lingering around the corners of her mouth.

"Sorry about that. Just felt wild," Bob apologized, lying back and sucking in barrelfuls of air.

"Gwen? This is Sybil. I want you to eat me now. I want you to eat my asshole. I want you to ream me clean with your tongue and suck on me with your lips while you stick your fingers up my cunt. Will you do that for me? For your friend, Sybil?"

"Yes. I love you Sybil."

"Then beg me to eat my asshole. Let me hear you beg." Sybil's voice was caustic and she bared her teeth as she looked at Gwen's benign face.

"Beg!"

The room was still as they waited for Gwen to stir. She smiled dreamily up and moved her lips.

"Please, Sybil? Let me lick your rectum? Let me stick my tongue in you?"

"Rottener. Talk dirty, bitch!" She swung her hand around and slapped Gwen's face. Gwen's smile melted and tears came to her eyes.

"Beg!"

"Your ass. Let me lick your asshole," Gwen stammered, her eyes confused for a moment as they attempted to clear and focus on Sybil's face. "Let me suck on your bunghole and draw out your shit in my mouth."

"Good. Good," Sybil complimented. "You are a rotten bitch under all that phony naivete."

She turned over on her stomach and raised her buttocks up in the air.

"Spread the cheeks and begin licking, bitch."

Gwen climbed toward Sybil's wide, flaring ass. She hesitated at the ubiquitous mass of soft, white flesh and studied it, cocking her head like a bird measuring a strange noise. It looked suddenly like a giant marshmallow to her, all puffed up with giant chocolate chip pressed into its split middle.

"Beautiful," she cooed turning her head from one side to the other and eyeing the mass.

"It's ugly, bitch. Now eat it. Suck it and play with my slot."

Gwen inched forward and licked at the split in Sybil's ass. Again and again her tongue expected to taste the sweet, powdery flavor of marshmallow and each time there was only a bland, slightly salty taste forcing itself through to her mind.

Like a dog washing its paws, she made long laps up the crevice of Sybil's ass, feeling the roughness of the woman's skin skidding across her tongue.

"In the asshole. Stick your tongue in my asshole. And your fingers in my cunt."

Sybil looked back between her legs, past her dangling breasts that hung down against the silk bedspread. Her eyes were narrow and flashed angrily at Gwen's hesitation.

"The hole. Lick the hole."

Gwen pulled her face away and looked at the brown, puckered ring that beat like a tiny heart in the wide, white furrow of Sybil's ass. It looked like the pursed, fat lips of an obese man forming an "O" before her.

They looked like beautiful lips, the lips of a saint come to bless her with a touch, a mere caress of the pale, necrotic tissues. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against the ring. The cleavage of Sybil's ass protected them, so Gwen pushed the marshmallow sides away, stretching the split wide and flat. Again she shoved her lips against them and this time felt the warm, salty, sour taste. She held her pouting lips against the hole, pushing hard against the ring, expecting it to push back against her. It didn't respond.

She opened her mouth and nipped at the tissue, grabbing elusive bits of it between her teeth for a moment, only to have them slip away as the mouth throbbed in and out.

Angry at the maddening way the saint was kissing her, she opened her mouth wide and lanced her tongue in, hoping to spear the mouth and drag it out of the marshmallow container and make love to it by itself for Sybil's sake. She wanted her to love it. She would do it, because Sybil was her friend.

Her tongue entered the hole and she heard Sybil moan with pleasure and grunt out obscenities as she wagged her spear-shaped tongue deep inside the asshole and curved the tip, trying to drag the lip-ring out of the fleshy container.

It wouldn't budge. It only throbbed and became more elusive as Sybil tightened and made it spasm.

"Good, that's good, Gwen, you little slut. Now work your fingers up my cunt. Up my cunt."

Gwen fumbled below the ring as she sucked and licked at the asshole. Her fingers met the warm, wet resistance of Sybil's flapping pussy and she stuck in her middle finger, feeling the warm meat of Sybil's snatch close around it like a bloody, soggy pot roast.

"Squeeze the clit, bitch. The clit," Bob chimed in, crawling down and watching the scene. "Sybil loves to have her clit squeezed and sucked."

Bob's beautiful voice rang in Gwen's ears as she manipulated the slippery bud inside Sybil's vagina. She squeezed it against the wall of her pussy and wormed in another finger as her tongue plunged into the asshole and her lips smacked.

"I'm going to suck on Gwen's cunt," Bob said, sliding down beneath Gwen's legs.

"D-don't squeeze her tit," Sybil panted. "Not yet. Not till the bitch's through."

"All right. AM right."

Bob wedged his head between Gwen's legs and looked up at the red slice carved between her dark, kinky pubic hair. His mouth watered as he saw the lips flopping open and closed as the woman lunged against his wife's buttocks.

He grabbed her thighs and pulled his head up so that his nose brushed against her slit. It was a ritual with him, dragging his nose back and forth until the cunt-dew dripped down and filled his nostrils with the lusty, goaty smell of a woman in heat. He flicked his tongue out, banging it against her clitoris and measuring the difference between Gwen's bud and Sybil's.

Gwen's was immature, still pink from the youthful underdevelopment of her sexual habits. Sybil's grew long and red and was like another tongue or finger on her body, blessed with a near-will of its own that came to life every time he put his mouth on it.

Gwen's dangled ineptly, unsure of what to do, unsure that it belonged on the tip of another man's tongue. It was like a child looking in awe at adults doing what children thought only children did. It was an innocent clit, a clit that could be raped again and again until it was broken in the way he liked them, until it was prime choice selling for hundreds of dollars a bloody ounce.

It was smaller and more round than Sybil's and it seemed to try to draw itself back into the convent of her cunt as he licked at it.

Bob pressed his mouth against the hole and sucked until he felt the fleshy end of the pulp enter his mouth. It slipped out and he sucked again, drawing it back and chewing on it, feeling the stringy texture flatten like a rubber band and stretch inside his mouth.