Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

“Well, lover?” she asked. “Do you like what you see?”

“Lynn…“ Her name choked past his swollen throat, but that was all. He couldn’t say anything else. He could only stare at her, at her loveliness, at her completely lewd, wanton pose-and his cock began its maddening pulsations again in his pants.

Slowly, slowly, Lynn lifted her hands, her eyes fastened on his, and began to slide her palms up and down, up and down, along her silky sides from the outer swells of her breasts to her flanks. Then she cupped her tits, kneading them lightly, pushing them out toward him as if presenting him with two forbidden but delicious gifts of flesh. Then her hands were stroking her belly, moving down ever so slowly until the tips of her pink-tinted nails were just touching the golden brown fleece of her pubic triangle. She held that pose for a long moment, thumbs pressing against her slender, sculptured sides, fingers splayed across her belly. Barry stood as if transfixed, unable to move, unable to speak, captured totally and completely by the strange fascinating allure of this woman before him, the absolute lustful sexuality of the scene he was witnessing. His penis seemed to be screaming with his ever-increasing arousal.

Slowly, Lynn’s hands began to move again, the fingertips dipping lower through her soft downy pubic hair, blazing a path toward the glistening pink slit between her legs. When she reached it, she placed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand on either side of the soft, glistening lips and spread them slowly, slowly, apart, revealing the trembling pink bud of her erect clitoris to Barry’s lust-ridden gaze. With her right forefinger, then, she traced down, down, until the tip came in contact with the miniature phallus. She began to stroke it, titillating it back and forth, round and round, sending more rivulets of her lubrication trailing down her inner thighs. And while she stroked her cut, rubbing her finger in maddening cadence along the gaping crevice of ‘her wet, pink cunt, she began to talk to him in her droning, mesmeric voice.

“I want to fuck you, lover. I want to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before. I want to put my finger in your asshole while you’re fucking me, and I want you to do the same for me. And afterward, I want to suck your big, throbbing cock, suck it until I milk you dry and then I’ll lick your asshole, I’ll put my tongue in it until I make you hard again. I want you to kiss my pussy, I want your tongue where my finger is now, licking and biting and kissing my cunt, I want…“

On and on she intoned, and the words-the absolute perverted obscenity of what he was hearing-lashed Barry’s mind into a swirling frenzy. Oh Christ, he had to have her! He didn’t care about Kim, he didn’t care about anything now, the only thing that mattered were Lynn’s lewd, vile words in his ears, the sight of her manipulating her own genitals in surging billows of heat in his scrotum as his cum churned and rolled, begging for release. He had to have her, yes, yes…

He had to fuck her!

As if he was somehow spirit-free from his body, he watched himself objectively as his legs worked, moving his body forward, bringing him closer to her. He watched her finger cease its rhythmic motion on her clitoris as he approached, and her smile turn to one of triumph as she claimed her victory beyond any doubt. His hands went out to her, touched her shoulders-but then she was moving back away from him, saying softly, “Not here, lover. In the bedroom.”

He followed her mutely, blindly, like a faithful dog after its master, his body and his mind afire with his consuming passion. She led him into one of the two bedrooms, stepping over to the bed, lying back on it with her legs spread as wide as she wash able to splay them. “Get naked, lover,” she whispered up to him. “I want to see that big rod of yours. I want to see how well hung you are.

Show me your cock, lover, let me see it.”

With numbed fingers, mindless with desire, Barry undid his belt, took off his trousers, his shirt, stepped out of his shorts. He stood there before her, as if waiting for queenly approval, his thick, blood-raged shaft standing out at right angle from his loins, quivering, drooling fluid from its blind eye.

“Oh, it’s lovely, Barry just lovely. As big as I knew it would be.” She laughed very softly. “You do want to put it inside me, don’t you? Tell me you want to put it inside me.”

“Yes… yes, I want to put it inside you!“ The words rasped from his throat hoarsely, in a voice he had never heard before.

“You want to tuck me, don’t you?" “Yes, yes, I want to fuck you!“

“How? How do you want to fuck me, lover?”

“Deep!” he cried. “Deep and hard! I want to jam my cock up to your throat! I want to make you scream for me! I want to fuck you like you’ve never been tucked before!“

“Yes, lover, that’s the way! That’s the way I want it!”

A small, tortured cry rended itself from the very core of Barry’s being and he flung himself onto the bed beside her. He dragged her into the enveloping fold of his arm, not caring about anything but this soft, warm, musky-smelling woman pressed tightly to him. He was dimly, very dimly, aware that later, when it was over, there would be remorse, self-loathing, but at that moment he didn’t care; he just didn’t care.

He showered hot, moist kisses over her face, her throat, into the valley of her breasts, his hands moving over the smooth hills of her buttocks, cupping them, squeezing the flesh. She was breathing into his ear, hot and sweet, and her tongue flicked out to dance inside the orifice, racing along the soft skin of his sensitive inner ear. Her hand searched down between their tightly clasped bodies, located the rock-hardness of his penis. He gasped as the hot, searing tips of her fingers closed over his rigid penis member, and then his mouth closed over hers and their tongues lashed and twirled one another, as if trying to blend into one. She crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis hard into him-and then she twisted suddenly, pulling him over astride her, opening her legs as wide as they had been before, her cunt flared open, dripping, waiting.

Lynn’s hands were running wildly up and down along his body, tracing the hard muscles of his shoulders, the cleft of his back, the hirsute cheeks of his ass, exploring all of him as if he was an uncharted island and she an inveterate explorer. His cock rested hard, trailing dribbles of liquid, against her thighs, pressed into the narrow, hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched for a moment, levering their entwined bodies up with the strength of her back. She reached under her buttocks, then, with both hands, pulling her vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his cock greater contact with the moist, sensitive flesh as it lay cradled in the full length of her wet, throbbing crevice. She relaxed, dropping her body back to the bed, his rigid shaft trapped hotly between her down soft thighs.

He forced his hands between her shoulders and the bed and ran them down the soft curves of her back and hips, making little mewling sounds deep in his throat. The raised ridges of her spine felt hot, white-hot, to him as she undulated her body against him in slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her muscles rippled lightly just under the thin tanned skin, giving testimony to the secret, predatory power she possessed. The tenseness of the cords in her thighs pressed against the outside of his hips, and he wondered vaguely how they would grip around him moments from now, when he sent his pistoning cock burrowing deep, into her innermost depths.

“You feel good, lover,” she breathed. “All of you feels good, but your cock feels the best of all.” Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small red welts in their sharp path. Barry pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the fullness of her ass in the palms of sweat-slick hands, pulling her crotch hard against him. He moved up and down the fiery slit, sensing it grow better and wetter as her passion seethed out of her. Her buttocks began a more desperate rotation up against his loins until her legs, without warning, snaked out wide on either side of him, her calves locking against the back of his thighs, pulling him tighter to her.