Alex Ayers - The soldier_s wife

He felt her lips close around it and her gentle suckings draw the staff to life as she sobbed and looked up at him, her eyes pleading, afraid. The dong was hard now, and he pulled it out and pushed her face into the dirt as he moved around her and lifted her buttocks into the air.

Spitting on his hands, he wetted the head of his cock and lunged into her ass, making her cry in pain as he viciously thrust forward, sinking the shaft to the hilt. His hands crept under her and grabbed a breast, squeezing it so hard she cried out again and beat the ground with her fists.

He jabbed into her and took his knife in his left hand. Pressing the point against her back, he slid it down and watched the razor line fill with blood as the blade sliced her skin.

She screamed and he picked a handful of dirt and rubbed it into the wound.

"Scum. You rotten scum!" His voice shook as he moved in a steady rocking motion, driving the tool deep into the squishy, ravaged tissues of her bowels. He felt the semen rising up from his balls, thundering through the small, expanding tubes, spurting deep into her ass.

She moaned and whimpered, her face resting on the dirt, her hands clenching dead leaves and twigs. As the last ounce of spunk shot into her, Allen Farrow pressed the knife against the girl's throat and drew it across her throat like a bow across a violin. He heard her gurgle and saw the blood spill out onto the earth, seeping into the dry soil as fast as it pooled from the girl's severed veins.

Screaming and throwing the knife away, he ran headlong toward the east.

His hands roamed over her pouting breasts.

It was a good, soft, comforting feeling. She moaned and stretched her arms out in a "T" and squeezed her eyes shut as he studied and teased his wife's naked body.

The nipples were as he had left them eighteen months ago-turgid, rosy, standing up at the crest of her round, firm mounds like tiny, pink, nailless thumbs. Her throat dipped gently, rising up along her thin, delicate neck to her dainty ears screened with silky, auburn strands of hair.

He leaned down and kissed her soft neck, letting his lips trail down to her breasts where he captured the hard nipple and sucked it eagerly into his thirsty mouth.

"Ummm," she moaned, running her slender fingers through his curly hair. He teased the nipple between his teeth, feeling its hard, marble-like shape roll from one side of him mouth to the other.

"Glad I'm home?" he asked, letting the nipple pop out of his mouth and sliding his rough hand down to her thigh where he stroked the ivory flesh gently.

"Ummmm, yes," she answered dreamily, lolling her head and wrapping her arms around his neck.

She pulled him down and his mouth met hers. At first their lips pressed softly, grazing across each other as their tongues danced playfully at the entrance of their mouths. She pulled him hard to her and his mouth mashed against hers, his tongue wriggling frantically against hers as his fingers stole up and flicked at her vagina. She moaned and sucked on his tongue, drawing the organ deep into her mouth. He stiffened his tongue and felt her lips slide back and forth over it as her hips began to buck against his fingers, driving the digit deep into her box.

He pumped her slowly as they slid across each other's body, her fingernails digging into his back, his hand massaging her left breast as his other hand cradled her neck, pulling her head roughly against his mouth.

She broke the kiss and, panting, nibbled on his ear and let her tongue rim the gentle circular indentions. She nipped on the lobe and lanced her tongue in and out, mocking the pumping action of his finger in her cunt.

"Now," she murmured, sliding her hand down his back to his hirsute ass. She pulled at the firm, muscles of his rear, feeling the coarse, affluent hair stiffen under her smooth palms.

He shifted and slid between her legs, guiding his rigid penis toward her hole. He rested the head in the warm, tight slot as she wrapped her legs slowly around his waist, locking her heels together over his buttocks.

"Welcome home," she cooed, looking up at his broad, handsome face. She closed her eyes as he pushed the shaft into her. Her face twisted slightly as the massive size of his cock-head eased in, spreading the tissues of her vagina to make room for the rest of his seven inches.

"Ohhhh, that's so good," she moaned, twisting her hips slightly and helping him sink in deeper and deeper.

He could feel the warm, pudding-like flesh sucking at the sides of his pole as he eased into her, rocking gently back and forth, feeling the warm wetness send shivers up his spine.

Her slot expanded slowly and he began to rock faster and faster as the dong slipped easily into her. He clutched her buttocks in his strong hands and pulled her up as he drove down, sinking his meat fully into her wriggling loins.

She hadn't forgotten what he liked. She thrashed her hips sideways as he drove into her. Her motions bent his penis and made it rap against the juicy membranes of her vagina walls as she gyrated beneath him.

He pressed his lips on hers and their tongues fenced as he pulled harder and harder at her buttocks, bucking and heaving his hundred-and-eighty-pound frame into her.

Her blue eyes rolled back and he saw the whites shining in the dim light as she whimpered and sank her fingernails painfully into his neck.

Drooling with saliva, he kissed her cheek and pressed his mouth against her ear, tonguing it as she had his. Her hair was wet and matted against her neck and the bed squeaked as he lunged forward, driving the headboard against the wall.

A sharp, warm, exciting sensation rippled through him as he felt his sperm making its way up from his enlarged testicles.

"Screw… screw me, hard… oh… hard… ummph… deep…"

She muttered the words softly as he battered into her, feeling her legs tighten around his waist, her hands squeeze the flesh on his back.

Madly, he drove his engorged cock into her until he felt the stinging sensation of his sperm splashing out into her hot snatch. She cried and her legs stiffened. Her mouth slid across his cheek and her tongue raved at his face as she bucked and cried and thrashed beneath him.

He felt her sag as her cunny spasmed around his sperm-oozing cock. Again and again she flexed the vaginal muscles to drain his slick pole of its last ounce of life-juice.

Limply, he lay his head against hers and rolled onto his side, pulling her with him. They breathed slowly, their hands gently rubbing the other's flesh, their eyes closed in the glowing aftermath of satisfying sex.

"Happy?" Gwen Farrow asked her exhausted husband as they sat sipping the sweet Bombay drinks Allen had made. Gwen wore a diaphanous floor-length gown Allen had bought for her last month in Saigon.

"Fatigued," Allen said, rolling his head against the soft leather recliner and staring appreciatively at his mouth-watering wife. Had he not been sapped of all his strength, he would have scooped her up and taken into the bedroom for another round.

She crossed her legs and he could see her velvet-smooth thighs cover part of her dark, pubic patch. Her rosette nipples poked gently against the sheer material as she raised her arm and drank from the snifter.

"I love you," Allen said, saluting her with his glass.

She puckered her lips and threw him a kiss, her icy-blue eyes glimmering in the subdued light of their small apartment.

"What was it like, Al? You never wrote about it in your letters." She cocked her head like a small bird watching for a movement in the grass. He thought of her as a bird, a dainty, delicate bird perched anywhere she went, her straight nose and sharp chin twitching this way and that, her eyes smiling contagiously and her lips closed slightly, leaving only a small diamond of space between the middle of upper and lower lip.