Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

“Oohhhhh, fuck me!” she wailed. “Fuck me now Barry lover, fuck me, fuck me, fuckkkkk meeeeeeee!“

He began to thrust forward, but her pelvis was already grinding forward and her hands were already between their bodies, circling around his palpitating cock to guide it between the lips of her surging cunt. Barry groaned animally as she felt her hands move his prick up and down between her legs, running the length of her crotch, parting the soft, fleecy hair of her vagina with the sensitive, blood engorged head. The pressure in his balls was excruciating now, and he knew he couldn’t hold back another second. Now! He had to tuck her now!

He flexed his hips with a sudden cruel, driving thrust that drove his huge, rock-hard penis deep up into the hot, gaping, mouth of her hungry pussy, drove it home with a flesh-splitting crash.

“Aaaaaarrrrrrggggghhhhhh!“ she screamed beneath him.

He felt the elastic sheath slip wetly, hotly, around his fleshy rod, consuming it as it raced to the full length of her belly, her seeping vaginal walls lubricating the way. Suddenly, he hit bottom, his balls slapping with a resounding, staccato sound against the mooned cheeks of her ass.

“OOoooohhhhhhhh!” she screamed again. “Ohhhh, that’s it, lover, that’s the way to fuck me, that’s ittttttt!”

Barry ground his pelvis into the squirming, pliant flesh beneath him, tucking into Lynn with long, hard strokes. She strained back under him, arching her loins up at him, lifting them both a few inches off the squeaking, already-sweat-soaked bedspread. She moaned and mewled wildly under his pounding, driving body now, opening and closing her legs around his hips as she worked up and down in a pagan rhythm. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from side to side in wild, insane abandon.

“Ohhhh, it’s… good, lover… good like I knew it would be… ooooohhhhhh yesssssss! That’s the way, that’s it. Now shove your finger in my ass! Do it now, Barry, do it now! Shove your finger in my ass and make me scream for you!“

In slave-like obedience, Barry reached under her, between her rotating buttocks as he drove his pistoning cock into the hot moistness of her pussy. He stretched the moons of her ass wide with his hands, and then dipped his middle finger toward her anus, found it. A small stream of warm moisture was running down the widespread crevice from where he was fucking into her. It lubricated the tight puckered anal ring, and he probed experimentally for a moment. Then he thrust forward with his middle finger, hard, feeling the rubbery opening yield slightly; suddenly, the nether ring gave way completely, and his finger slid in up to the first knuckle in the tight elasticity of her anal passage.

She leapt her body upward to crash into his with a wet, slapping sound at the sudden, lancing pain of his digital entrance. And then she was screaming for him, saying, “Aaaaahhhhh, it hurts, it hurts, but I like it, I like it!”

He thrust again, sinking his finger to the second knuckle.

“Oooooohhhhh! Yessss, that’s it, hurt me, hurt me!“

Despite her cries, he felt Lynn suddenly begin to screw her buttocks back down on his worming finger until it was sunk to the palm of his hand. He waggled it inside her fleshy passage, eliciting more cries of pain and passion from her.

He could feel through the thin wall of flesh separating her two passages, the underside of his driving prick sliding in and out of her wet cunt; he timed the thrusts of his finger with the forward stabs of his monstrous rod, impaling her on two strong, hard, immovable objects. She groaned wildly under him, and he could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure building in his balls. He had to cum soon, he had to, he had to! If he didn’t cum, he was going to go out of his goddamned mind! Oh Jesus, he had never known it could be like this, this good, never, never…!

He wanted her to cum too, to mingle his bursting juices with hers simultaneously, and he began ramming his prick into her still harder, in time with his burgeoning finger skewering into the rubbery depths of her rectum. She gripped him tight between her9mprisoning thighs, opening and closing them around him in time to his long, hard thrusts, and he knew that Goren’s wife was approaching her orgasm. He continued the merciless thrusting of his cock and his finger with all the strength he possessed in his muscled body.

“Aaaagggghhhh, tuck it, tuck it, that’s it, lover, tuck it hard.

Fuuuuuccccckkkkiiiiittttt!“

She continued to chant the words, over and over, drawing each syllable out, spurring him on to greater heights with her obscene mumblings, pounding her heels with rhythmic tempo on his back as she jack-knifed her legs up to mash them against her breasts, offering him the full expanse of her upturned crotch.

Her eyes rolled like a hopeless drunk, her face contorted with lust as she sought to achieve her imminent release.

And then- “I’m… there… oh God I’m there! I’m… cccccuuuuuummmmmjiiiinnnnggg!”

The words burst from her throat in a low, banshee wail, piercing his eardrums, and she pulled her thighs back tighter until the whole of her widespread crotch was presented to his heaving pelvis. Her ankles locked over his shoulders, and she squirmed her hips beneath him in a wild, uninhibited dance of ecstasy, screaming out her orgasm to him.

Barry felt the warm, gushing juices of her climax seethe and flow around his thundering cock as he battered his body brutally against hers, as she locked herself up on his prick with all the power in her thighs, as her loins spasmed convulsively against his belly. And then the great, swirl of heat which was building, building in his testicles became unbearable, and he gasped again and again, and finally the hot sticky load began its frenzied rush from his bloated scrotum along the tube of his cock. He began to spew hot, thin streams into her sucking cunt in a seemingly never-ending burst, emptying his very being deep, deep up into the warm inner depths of her lusting pussy. He moaned his last final droplet, an eternity later, and then his cock began to deflate; he withdrew it slowly, with a soft popping sound, trailing thin gossamer-like threads of semen along her belly as he rolled over beside her, his mouth open and his breath wheezing forth like a gaffed sea bass.

A long moment passed, and Lynn said quietly, “That was lovely, Barry. It really was lovely. I don’t know when I’ve been fucked so good."

He didn’t answer. He just lay there, satiated, completely fulfilled. He knew he should feel guilty now, feel the first stirring wave of remorse, shame, self-deprecation. But they weren’t forthcoming. He felt only like a full blooded, virile man, a man who had satisfied a true, sensual woman and in turn been satisfied himself. He felt a certain power, a certain complacency, a much-needed bolstering of his masculine ego. With Kim, he had never known that feeling, had known only a vague, veiled sense of inadequacy and frustration, as if there were something the matter with his lovemaking which prevented him from really arousing her deepest, hidden emotions.

Kim. His wife’s name echoed again and again in his mind, and a small part of him tried to make the guilt, the shame, come; but the virile man fought the thoughts away, and he simply lay there, feeling the warm heat of the woman next to him, smelling the musk of her perfume and the permeating odor of their consummated lust.

He felt Lynn stir, then, and suddenly she was on all fours beside him, hovering over his belly, staring down at his now-limp cock glistening with the coagulating juices of her recent orgasm. She said, “I’m going to teach you things you never even knew existed. Would you like that?”