Alex Ayers - The soldier_s wife

Her fingers felt down between Gwen's leg, slipping beneath the band of the nylon and worming up inside her vagina. Gwen gasped and squeezed her legs around Sybil's waist as the woman pinched her clitoris painfully.

"How is that? How does it feel?"

"Oh, Sybil. Sybil. It's beautiful. Beautiful."

"Beautiful?" She clutched the slippery clit between her thumb and forefinger and pulled. Gwen whimpered tears squeezing out of the corners of her eyes.

"Y-Yes. It's… beautiful… good."

Again Sybil squeezed the clit and pulled, shoving her fingernail into the nub's side.

"Does it still feel good? Does it?"

"Ohhh. Yesss." Gwen moaned and sibilated the words from between her clenched teeth.

Sybil released her hold on the clit and drove her fingers deeply into Gwen's snatch. She plunged the two digits in to the second knuckle and twisted them as a killer does extracting a knife from a victim's ribcage. She repeated the boring assault.

"How is that, bitch? Is that good?"

"Yes," Gwen cried, gasping and writhing, her face twisted as her body responded to the gruesome attack.

Sybil jacked her fingers up and down the crevice, driving them in as far as they would go. Gwen panted and clung to her neck, crying into her shoulder as the woman's arm flew in a blur between her legs.

"Oh, Sybil. Finish me. Finish me. Make me come. Make me come," Gwen begged as she felt the nagging curse of the orgasm approach.

"Tell me what it's like? Tell me about your come?"

"It's eating inside me, Sybil. It's crawling around inside me. It has to get out. It's biting at my guts, clawing me. I've got to get it out, it's eating me alive. Let it out for me? Let it out?" Gwen's head banged on the floor and her hips bucked up, driving Sybil's fingers deeply into her.

"Tell me when you're almost there. Tell me."

Gwen grunted and her face turned red as the veins stood out on her neck. She started to stiffen, arching her hips up, pulling Sybil to her.

"It's coming out. It's starting," she grunted.

"Good. Good." Sybil said, suddenly withdrawing her fingers and slapping Gwen's face.

"No! No! No!" Gwen cried as the slap stung her face and repressed the desire stirring inside her. "Help me! Help me!"

Sybil slapped her again and laughed.

"Have your come, dear. Have your come."

Frantically, Gwen tried to fondle her own vagina, but Sybil held her arms pinned to the ground.

"Fight, bitch. Fight."

Gwen rocked back and forth and beat the floor with her feet, but the orgasm shrank back inside her womb, hiding somewhere deep within her to haunt her.

"What is it like, dear? What is it like?"

"It hurts," Gwen whimpered, starting to relax. "It hurts."

"No, it is a good feeling. A very good feeling. Believe me, Gwen. Believe me."

Gwen tossed her head and bit her lip.

"It hurts. Let it out."

"No," Sybil smiled. "It is nice. Think about it. It is nice."

"Yes," Gwen said slowly, "it feels good. It feels good. But… I wish…"

"Shhhhh. Come now. The men are waiting."

Mechanically, Gwen got to her feet and followed Sybil toward the bedroom. As she walked, Sybil threw off her blouse and bra.

"Strip," she called back over her shoulder to Gwen.

At the door to the bedroom, the two women paused and finished disrobing.

"Come in. Come in."

Bob sat on the bed cross-legged, a drink in his hand and a smirk on his face. Allen stood next to him. Both men were naked.

"In. In."

"I see the cocks are ready to crow."

"Always ready, Sybil, you know that." Bob shifted and made room for Gwen. "Sit down here, dear. Next to your beautiful benefactor. I want to stick something in you for old time's sake."

She moved slowly toward him, her breasts swinging against the insides of her arms. Allen stared at her, his eyes rising and falling as he surveyed her body.

"Your husband is a beautiful man, Gwen," Sybil said pushing Allen on the bed, and fondling his penis. Allen didn't move as the woman's hands fluffed his pubic hair and lifted his testicles.

"Do you like that, Allen?"

"Yes."

"Do that to me, Allen."

Gwen watched, more puzzled than affronted, as Allen rolled to his side and began toying with Sybil's pubic hair. His fingers danced around her slit, spreading the lips of her cant open and teasing the tongue-like clitoris that dangled out from the red gash…

"Lick it, Allen! Lick my cunt!"

As Gwen watched her husband lean down and lap at the split, Bob moved behind Gwen and pulled her close to him, squeezing her breasts and rubbing his cock along the crack of her ass.

"I missed you, bitch. We've spent a lot of time training you. Getting you ready for us. I missed you."

As trained during the long months, Gwen reached behind her and took Bob's cock in her small hand, jerking it up and down until she felt his hands slip down to her cunt. His fingers pressed at the opening and she raised her buttocks, stabbing the head of his pole into her anus and rocking back. She grunted as she felt the prick enlarge its size in her bowels. Bob pushed up and the staff filled her to the base. Gently, he rocked her back and forth and peered over her shoulder, watching the scene between Sybil and Allen.

"Lick me, stud. Lick me. Tell me what it tastes like."

Allen lapped at her snatch a moment, lifted his head and spoke. "Sour. Like vinegar. Tangy. Like an orange peel. Soft. Squishy. Like a raw steak."

"Good, good, Allen. Now nibble. Nibble on it and suck out the juices."

Sybil pushed his head down and lay back, her legs splayed wide, her hands rubbing her tits as she looked between her breasts at Allen's bobbing head.

"Good tongue, Bob," she moaned, shifting her hips sideways. "Deeper. Deeper."

"Better than mine?" Bob asked, lifting Gwen up and letting her sink down on his dong until he heard her cry in pain.

"Almost. But not quite."

"Fuck her, Allen boy, fuck her now!" Bob chanted, lifting Gwen again and pushing her so she knelt on her hands and knees, her head only inches from where Allen lapped at Sybil. Gwen stiffened as she looked into her husband's face. He was smiling, his eyes glassy, pubic hairs clinging to his wet, mucous-lined lips as he lifted his head and stared at her.

"Hello, bitch," he growled, his eyes rolling back in his head, white teeth flashing, nostrils flared. "Beautiful, isn't it?" He stuck his finger to his lips and smacked, licking the tips.

The hold on Gwen's mind relaxed for a moment and her head swam. She felt suddenly ill to her stomach. The penis rammed into her anus, the hands mauling her breasts, the breath on her neck, the ugly odor rising from her husband's lips made her balk back and throw out her arms, screaming.

"No! No!"

Bob hugged her stomach as she bucked wildly, beating back against his ribs with her balled-up fists.

"Stop! Stop!"

Tears rolled down her face as the pain in her bowels and the sight before her became unbearable. Sybil's voice cut through her screams like a sword, slicing her foot by foot until she was nothing but a whimpering mass of flesh buckled over, head mashed into the fluffy bedspread.

"Beautiful, Gwen. Everything is beautiful. See. Relax. Look at your husband. He loves you. We love you. There is no pain, Gwen? Gwen? Listen to me! Listen to me!"

Sybil shook her until Gwen's hysterical sobbings faded to low whines.

"Look at me! Look at me!"

Slowly, Gwen raised her head and looked into her tormentor's smoky eyes. Sybil's fingers dug sharply into Gwen's shoulders as the woman pulled her up and pressed her face into her massive breasts, rocking her like a child.

"There. There, Gwen. Everything is all right. Your friends are here. Your friends are here."

"Yes," Gwen sobbed, her chest heaving, her nose running. "I'm sorry."