Alex Ayers - The soldier_s wife

"Yummy," Bob said, wheeling the car into the nearest motel. "We have to celebrate over this one." He licked his lips and squeezed Sybil's leg. "Be back in a jif."

The room was cool and a window overlooked the ocean lapping up against the tar-blackened beach. Surfers dotted the rally blue waters and cormorants swooped low across the surface as Bob pressed his wife against the wall and kissed her neck.

"I'm going to eat you alive, baby," he whispered huskily, his hand pressing between her legs and cupping her vagina.

"While you think of that sweet little bitch we just left, right lover?"

"Right."

They laughed and he swung her up in the air and over to the bed, laying her gently on the freshly made linen.

"I'm going to come all over their fresh sheets," he laughed, pulling his shirt off as she poked playfully at his balls.

"How would you like to come in that little bird's mouth?" Sybil raised her hips and pulled her nylons off, revealing the dark, shiny tanned legs that had drawn Bob to her the first time they met at the beach in Monterey.

"Anywhere on her will do. Her nose. Her ear. Her ass. All virgin holes, I bet."

Naked, he rolled over and humped Sybil's leg as she struggled to pull her dress over her head.

"Whoa, horse. Give me a minute."

"I can't wait, Gwen, baby. I need your box in my mouth. I need your come to dribble down my jaw."

"Oh, want to play the change-identity game," Sybil said, tossing her head and laughing. "Okay. I'll be you're little cherry, Gwen. You be my big Marine, what's-his-name."

"Allen," he said sitting up and saluting with his left hand. "I be, big, brave Ma-line, named Allen Farrow I have little, doll-like wife. She squaw in America. She need good screw by friendly neighbor to be happy."

He laughed and pulled her panties off as she unsnapped her bra and shrugged her shoulders, letting her ripe, full-blown breasts spill out and sway as Bob rocked the bed.

"One serious thing before we start, eager hubby," Sybil said, the jest erased from her voice.

"Shoot."

"Don't ever get handy with a prospect again like today."

"Handy?"

"You know damn well what I mean," she scolded. "I saw your grubby hand sneak out and touch her leg. One wrong move with the wrong chick and the whole thing could bust open."

Bob decided not to play innocent. "All right. All right. I just couldn't resist."

"Well, just don't rush things this weekend. Let me give the cues."

"You're the boss, baby. You're the boss."

"All right." She licked her lips and smiled at him. "Game time. I'm you're married virgin, Gwen. And you're Allen. Come to me, Allen."

She stretched out her long, tapered arms and caught him by the ears.

"Gwen. Gwen," Bob said, blinking his eyes and making his lip tremble. "I've wanted you so long. I've thought of you every night since I left."

"You're a bad actor," Sybil said, wrinkling her nose and squeezing his ears.

"Come on, play the game," he bitched, placing his hands on her thighs and pushing them apart.

"Gwen. Gwen. I need you, baby. I need your box in my mouth."

He bent down and nuzzled his head between Sybil's thighs until his hair touched her cant. Slowly, he raised his head, letting his nose drag across her dry slit. He began rubbing the bridge of his nose up and down her slot until he felt her fluids wetting his face and smelled the hircine odor of her snatch.

"Oh, Allen, Allen," Sybil moaned in a high-pitched, faint voice that tried to ape Gwen's. "Stick your tongue in me. Lick me inside and out."

"I'm coming, baby. The Marines have landed."

He spread the lips of her pussy apart and studied the folded creases of her box. He saw the red fang of her clitoris dangling like a uvula, and licked at it gently, teasing its blood-engorged tip with the sharp edge of his stiff tongue.

"Good, good. Be nice. Suck it." Sybil squeezed his ears, digging her fingers into the soft flesh as he flicked his lizard-like tongue again and again at the exposed flesh-tooth.

It twitched and quivered as he banged it gently from side to side, drawing his head back to watch it harden and wag out at him like a blind man's cane seeking the curb of a busy street. He licked around its trembling, blunt end and felt its soft, cotton-like texture as his lips puckered around it and he sucked it tenderly into his mouth, pulling on it with his curled, tight lips.

Sybil pulled madly at his ears, nagging him to penetrate her deeply with his tongue. He knew she liked that. She liked it with a man or a woman. She didn't care so long as the mouth satisfied her and was gentle at first and then rougher as her passions mounted.

She was thrashing her hips now, banging her pubis against his face, trying to break his sucking grip on her clitoris.

He spit the nub out as she whimpered and speared his tongue deep into her hole, feeling her body quiver like Jello as he wagged the tip back and forth against the walls of her cunny.

"Allen. Gwen. Bob." She bit her lip and ran her hands down to her own breasts, squeezing them and rolling the nipples between her fingers as she sank into the sybaritic pleasure of her husband's practiced tongue.

Her hips lifted off the bed and she pulled her jutting tits hard as Bob cupped her buttocks and shook his head madly between her legs, making his tongue thrash her frothy cavern like a propeller. He twisted the organ this way and that, curving it into a U-shape and dragging it out across her sensitive clit.

She panted breathlessly, her stomach heaved, sweat popped out over her body. Bob was caught in the bizarre sensation of satisfying her and rocked his head rapidly, driving his stiff, probing tongue against every inch of her soft, squishy cunt.

"Now," she cried, mashing her thighs against his ears and making his jaw ache. "Deep, Allen. Deep. Until it comes out my ass."

Bob drove his tongue in and out like a saw. She stiffened. Her fingers squeezed brutally around her breasts. Her tongue danced out of her mouth and licked at the air.

She bucked, nearly dazing Bob as her pubis smashed against his nose. She shook, her body shimmying as she cried out.

"Harder. Harder. Oh, God, harder!"

He made a final jab and she shook violently, then relaxed, her legs falling away from his ears, her hands slipping away from her breasts, her tongue sliding back into her mouth.

Bob grinned. He rolled over on his side and wiped the wet, pungent juices and pubic hairs from his mouth. He'd wait a few minutes and then get his.

"Tell me when you're ready, Gwen," he said, rubbing his long, stiff pecker.

Gwen looked guiltily at the small overnight bag. She had packed and unpacked it three times, still undecided whether or not she should spend the night.

With a flurry, she snapped the top down. It would be all right to spend one night, she thought. She didn't have to spend the whole weekend. And besides, the roads were terrible on weekends, jammed with cars and drunk drivers. One night, she promised herself. One night wouldn't hurt.

She felt like a runaway teen-ager as she drove up Interstate Highway 5, her scarfed hair whipping under the ballooning material as the convertible sped past the Friday traffic. She felt the eyes of the male drivers staring at her when she passed them and a twinge of excitement raced through her. She felt free and loose and abandon. As she had when she slept with Allen the first time and he took her, hurting her by squeezing her tender flesh roughly and biting her flesh with his thick, strong teeth. She wished he was with her now so they could pull over the side of the road, sneak into the bushes and make love wildly, like two heated animals.

She swerved sharply to avoid ramming a slow Buick as her thoughts returned to the task of driving. Her heart raced and her leg trembled as she looked over her shoulder and saw the white, wizened face of an elderly man hunkered against the wheel of his old sedan.