Alex Ayers - The soldier_s wife

"We have some interesting guests coming over this evening," Sybil said, pulling Allen to the couch by his penis. His hand was cupped between her legs, fondling her vagina through the wide fishnet material. "I think you'll all enjoy them, especially you, Gwen. I invited them especially for you."

Her wide mouth curved into a mischievous smile.

"Right, Robert?"

Bob didn't say anything. He glared up at Sybil and felt like lashing out at her with his fist, beating her against the wall until she was bloody. But he didn't, for he knew that's what she wanted. She would enjoy every smash of his fist against her, cry in ecstasy as his knuckles crunched into her face. No, it was better to let someone else do it. It was better to keep his distance and only watch. For he knew his wife was as vicious as the men she chose to mate with, and that she always won in the long run… always.

Allen was drunk, running around the house chasing Sybil, telling crude jokes to the couples who had come a half-hour ago.

The guests seemed to be watching Allen as if he were a phenomenon captured suddenly in their laboratory. Occasionally, they looked at Gwen and tried to engage her in nonsensical chatter, but she was elusive and quiet, watching, as the others were, her husband's infantile antics as he played the role of the party buffoon.

Allen had no inhibitions. He jumped around the room mimicking a frog and telling the onlookers how he raped a poor unsuspecting princess who thought he was a prince in disguise. They laughed, encouraging him to play more ludicrous roles.

Bob sat disconcerted in the corner, looking more at the liquor in his glass and at Gwen, than at the jester and his court.

"Come on now, everybody, it's time for the main event," Sybil called, waving at the guests to press close around her. "Gwen? Come on, Gwen."

Her joints creaking, Gwen stood and joined the group. She felt the eyes staring at her, roving over her thin body. She saw the tongues lick out and slide across the lips. She saw the hands opening and closing, opening and closing.

"These are my friends, Gwen. They want to help love you as we have." Sybil paused and reached behind her, grabbing Allen's penis and squeezing it as she watched Gwen's expression.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes. I think so." She pulled at her fingers.

She could hear the heavy-set man next to her breathing coarsely. A thin, rail of a woman with bony, birdlike hands pressed her finger against her hollow cheek and stared at Gwen through dark, blemished eyes.

"These are all beautiful people, too, Gwen." Sybil's hand swept around in a circle. "They love you. I asked them to, for me."

"That was nice of you."

"I did it because I love you, baby," Sybil said, pursing her lips and laying a hand on Gwen's shoulder. "Now. I want you to let these wonderful people undress you and then love you. Just shut your eyes and enjoy their love, Gwen. It is a deep love, as ours is."

Sybil's cat-and-mouse smile skidded across her face.

"I won't be here with you, Gwen. Your husband and I are going to enjoy our love together in the bedroom. You don't need me here. Just remember that these people love you, they want you very deeply to love them. Will you do that for me?"

"Yes."

"Good." Sybil pulled her close and kissed her, rubbing her hands up and down Gwen's back.

"Come on, bitch," Allen interrupted, pulling Sybil away.

"I'll see you later, Gwen. Have a good time."

Sybil shrank away.

As instructed, Gwen closed her eyes. First, there was one hand and then another and another. They pulled at her clothes, ripping them off her confused body. She stood naked, her eyes pinched shut, trying to think of things wonderful, beautiful. But she only saw the red, botched images of her eyelids.

Hands gripped her breasts and thighs and she felt herself being lifted and carried through the air. Voices laughed beneath her, hands probed at her vagina and mouth. She felt the skinny, tough fingers of the woman she had noticed pry her lips apart and push the shaft into her mouth.

"Suck!"

She began to milk the finger, tugging on it with her vacuuming mouth. It tasted bitter and its fingernail scraped against the roof of her mouth.

"On the bed. Put her down in the middle."

The soft bed met her body and she pressed down, feeling its comforting warmth against her flesh. She was so tired, so tired. She wanted to sleep.

"Jack her legs up. Over her head."

The hands pulled her legs up, stretching the kinked muscles until she felt her knees rub against her ears. She started to cry out, but stopped as the words love and wonderful filtered back into her mind.

"George. Get on her stomach and suck her cunt. Linda, sit on her face and make her tongue your swat. We'll fuck every hole in her body."

It was as if she were dreaming. Her body was squashed and kneaded. Flesh scraped against chest. Hands, rough, careless, cruel hands, pulled at her breasts. Fingers pried at her vagina. Her mouth was smothered by a rancid-smelling mass of coarse, hairy flesh. A restless tongue licked inside her painful, raw vagina. A breast shoved against her ear. Urine burned into her mouth and made her cough and choke.

A searing bolt of pain made her shake as she felt the cheeks of her ass spread and a blunt, hot instrument enter her rectum. She tried to straighten her legs, but the hands held them securely, the voices laughed.

"A hot candle up her ass, you've got to be shitting me?"

"Quick, take a picture, this is too good to miss."

"Perverts."

"Yeah, look who's talking?"

"Hey, move a little to the right, I can't get your face in. There. Shove the candle in a little more. Good. Good."

A light flashed. The voices laughed.

"How was it?"

"Wait a minute. Just a minute."

The fingers burrowed into her as the time passed, the mouth licked at her cunt. The candle shoved in and out of her ass.

"Hey, the exposure was off. Light it again and get it hot."

She felt the candle being pulled out of her bowels, heard a match strike and then the searing pain again as the molten tip was pushed into her.

A trickle of urine leaked into her mouth, tasting wane and salty and burning down her throat as she gulped, trying to keep from choking again.

"You guys are so funny you're making me piss."

"How'd it come out?"

"Good. It's a good one."

"My turn. I want one too."

The weight on her face disappeared as the woman above her climbed off. She started to open her eyes, but another crushing weight mashed down against her face.

"Lick my asshole, bitch!"

Gwen gasped for air, trying to free her arms to push the smothering flesh away from her nose. The man above her shifted and she quickly sucked in a breath of air.

"Lick it, bitch."

She felt the brutal hands twist her nipples and instinctively licked out at the orifice shoved against her mouth. She felt tiny balls of crusty gunk grit along the sides of her tongue as she poked her tongue into the portal.

"Hey, Sybil trained this one good. She knows what she's doing."

Gwen's tongue wriggled this way and that, punching at the puckered flesh with every ounce of training Sybil had pounded into her head. It was as if this were the test of her abilities, the true manifestation of her love for Bob and Sybil. Yes, that's what it was, she thought. These were friends of Sybil's, loyal friends, and Sybil wanted to test her. That's why she had gone away with Allen. That's why these people were so interested in her, because they loved Sybil too. Yes. Yes.

The thoughts hammered into Gwen's mind and the pain disappeared completely. She had her second wind, she had her love.

Wrenching her arms free with a sudden burst of strength, she reached up and clutched the man's pudgy rolls of fat around his waist. Pulling down, she forced his ass cheeks to spread and wormed her tongue in deeper and deeper. A cock flopped against her nose as she grunted, shoving him up and yanking him down.