Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

“I don’t believe it!” she gasped again.

Goren smiled cynically and folded his arms about her protectively. “It’s true, Kim. I’m afraid it’s true.”

She shuddered. “They’re acting like… animals!“ She tried to blank out the horrid, disgusting scene, but her mind’s eye kept focusing on the picture of Barry and Lynn in their perverted pose. How could he do such a thing? She remembered the previous night, when he had tried to push his head down on her own sexual genitals and she had stopped him. And now he was doing that to another woman…

Almost hypnotically, Kim turned and saw again the fantastic sight before her.

All she saw or cared about was the horrible lewdness being performed on the towel, and she gaped in disbelief, her eyes absorbed by the passionate writhing. Lynn was at a fever pitch, her ovalled mouth straining to almost swallow whole the rigid penis pumping between her cheeks, and as Kim watched, Lynn let the cock bury itself all the way up to Barry’s pubic hair, so that none of the fleshy rod was left to view. My God! thought Kim, through her horror, Lynn must surely choke with all of him in her throat that way.

Kim sucked in her breath as her husband took his hands and spread Lynn’s fleshy inner thighs yet farther apart, his thumbs grazing her vagina as he splayed the woman wide. Her moist, blood-engorged slit was in full view, the throbbing surface matted with his saliva. Then Barry dropped his head again, and Lynn’s writhing cunt was once more lost from sight. She moaned deep in her throat and locked her legs around Barry’s head, her hips moving with the rhythm of his burrowing tongue.

Involuntarily, subconsciously, Kim found herself beginning to yaw with Lynn’s undulations as Barry continued to lick the woman’s crotch. “I can’t stand it!” she gasped, steeling herself to cease the sympathetic movements of her body.

“Stop them, please! We have to go out there and stop them!”

“No,” he said.

“But you can’t… that’s your wife, and… we must stop them!“ Her words were a jumble of incoherency, almost idiot’s babbling. Goren knew that she was almost ready to crack, and that it was time to take her away. Her mind was filled with wretchedness, and to make her view more might jeopardize his plan.

The last thing he wanted to do was make a scene now. Later, but not now. He turned her head away from the couple and looked deeply, concernedly into her glazed eyes.

“No, honey. Let them be. I’m as hurt and angry as you, but to stop them now would only make matters worse. We saw them, and we’ll confront them, but later when everybody has calmed down. Let’s be level headed about this.”

“Then let’s leave. Now. Take me home, Jack, please!”

Nodding agreement, Goren led her away from the bushes and back toward the car.

“That’s probably the wisest thing to do at the moment. We’ll talk this over on the way back, like full grown adults.”

Kim managed to stem her tears, and taking a deep breath to help gain control, she let Goren hand her into the Lincoln. He poured another cup of the Vodka Collins, saying: “Here, Kim. Drink this. It’ll help.”

She did willingly, downed it in a single swallow. He poured again and she sipped this time, steeling herself. Thank God for the few drinks on the way here, she thought as Goren backed the Lincoln and turned around. If I hadn’t had them, I would have completely gone to pieces, I know I would…

They didn’t talk for a while, and Kim’s head swam with the damning sight she had just witnessed. She had never seen Barry so lust provoked, so wicked. His hardened penis had never seemed so huge, certainly it hadn’t been in all their married life, she was sure of that. And then there was Lynn, with her legs flaying obscenely around his head, sucking…

Barry’s cock, thought Lynn as she sucked it joyously, was almost as large and gifted as her husband’s. Yes, Jack had been right: the Suttons had been an excellent choice, and his idea of her seducing Barry first was marvelous! All the more time to enjoy the strange and exciting thrill of a new prick, and the wonderment of new wrinkles to the same tricks. She felt the extra tingle of sexual passion at knowing they might at this very moment be seen, spied upon in the act of love by her husband and Kim Sutton, and then sent new shivers of pleasure through her lust-perverted senses. She loved that, she adored to have her body displayed and paraded in front of voyeurs, and if she could have, she would have loved to be gang fucked on stage in front of an audience. How lucky she had been to find such an understanding and cooperative husband as Jack Goren, and she returned to her task with renewed gusto, her mind filled with the credo of Barry’s magnificent prick.

She tasted his masculine piquancy, the tang of his pungent genitals, smeared as they were with her own lubricating juices, sending wild tremors of delight coursing through her, and she ravished her warm, wet tongue upon it. She brushed and grazed along its base and wide underside to its coroneal ridge, sticky and protruding from the thick foreskin, and then washed and played with it with caressing, lapping strokes. The crown of her head rested on his inner leg as she managed to slit the tiny hole in his smooth, bloated glands with the tip of her tongue. And then she returned to its base and the hair covered sac of his testicles, the wiry hairs tickling her chin and cheeks and lips as her saliva dribbled freely down his testicles to be soaked up by the towel. She removed his cock for a moment, the cool rush of afternoon air making Barry moan with tingling pleasure, and she took hold of it with one hand and stroked it hard up and down, up and down, as she coated his balls with sweeps of her hungry mouth, her lips bending to catch as much of his fragrant flesh as possible. Barry groaned again and raised his leg, making Lynn move over him more fully, and then she squatted over him, her legs on either side of him, her own widespread cunt mashed to his face, while she trailed her tongue along his akin. She continued to manipulate him, to squeeze and jerk his penis with her tempestuous hand, the beat making him squirm and lift his legs and expose his hair encircled brown anus.

Lynn continued to lick along the cord-like ridge between his widespread buttocks, circling tauntingly around his puckered brown asshole, painting his inner thighs with the saliva of love, then stiffening her tongue and ramming it into the crinkled sphincter of his rectum. All the while her own pubic area was burning with the fire-like lashes of his tongue and flaming sweep of his mouth upon her clitoris and cunt. She was wild: with frenzy, the sensations churning her belly and loins with erotic fermentations, driving her with breakneck speed to a crashing climax. God! She had to cum with his giant cock in her mouth, with her cheeks bloating to the sudden engorgement of his own mighty orgasm.

She had to taste his semen, to suck him dry to the balls! Quickly she trailed her tongue back over his sperm-churning scrotum, and along his heavy, sheening, purplish shaft at its pulsating head, and then she slipped her lips down over it again…

Barry groveled in her cunt, her spasmodic rhythm in finely honed tune to his thrusting tongue. The abandonment, the complete capitulation to this vamp overwhelmed him, still blotted out any thoughts except the delicious debauchery of which he was a willing partner. It had been like a scene from some stag movie, or a seminal-emitting wet dream, to lazily rise from a still-moist bed and move to the out-of doors. Jack Goren’s wife had shown neither remorse nor the slightest hesitation, unlike the still modest wife of his, as she strutted around the cabin naked, her breasts jiggling proudly, her thighs and matted pubic hair enticing him. The fleeting idea of covering himself seemed like a theory of the Dark Ages, and he, too, found a strange, magical excitement at parading in front of her, his semi-hard, still blood engorged cock dangling and swaying between the lumps of his spent balls.