Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

Lynn stood up and ran her hands slowly down her naked, bronzed flanks. “Shall we get dressed then?’ “All right!” Barry said, gaining his own feet, fighting down another urge to slap this woman, this bitch, who dared to talk about his Kim the way she was.

“Let’s get dressed, and let’s drive back to San Francisco! And when Kim turns out to be alone and cleaning house, I’m going to get an apology out of you! Or else!“

Lynn smiled wisely, and turned and started for the cabin’s rear entrance.

Kim moaned loudly in frenzied sexual abandonment, giving herself over fully to this man, Jack Goren, this comparative stranger who shared her hurt and her torment, allowing his expert ministrations to arouse her to a fever pitch. As he guided her down on the couch, his middle finger still tantalizing her naked, clitoris, his tongue once again tucking her mouth rapaciously, Kim thought dimly: I’m doing this because of you, Barry, because of what I saw you doing, it’s your fault, Barry, all your fault that I’m doing this… turnabout is fair play…

Goren suddenly took his mouth from hers and hovered over her prone, trembling, waiting body, his eyes feasting gleefully on her partially exposed cunt below the lowered panties and slacks, his finger worming its way along the wet, sopping passage at will. She was all his now, all his! “I’m going to make you naked now, honey,” he whispered in his droning voice. “I’m going to make you naked, and I want you to help me.”

“Yes,” she moaned in reply. “Yes, Jack, yes.”

His hand left her cunt and he began to agilely slide the stretch pants down, down along her creamy white thighs, bringing her petal-like, softly hair-lined pussy into the full view of his salacious gaze. When he had the garment off, he removed the panties. Kim was sitting up now, her eyes squeezed tightly shut, drawing the sleeveless jersey over her head, unfastening her bra, tossing both garments onto the floor and then lying back down again. She was completely nude now, completely at his mercy, and Goren drank in the beauty of her with spittle drooling from the corners of his mouth.

Kim felt spasmodic little jolts of pleasure ripple through her as the cool rush of air played over her naked and fevered flesh. Then she felt Goren’s big hands close over her breasts, heard him gasp out his delight at their satiny pliancy, at their hard, distended little ruby nipples. He began to roll his fingers across the hardened buds, tweaking them into painful arousal… and then she felt his head lower onto her chest, felt his hot, wet mouth encompass one of the teats, flicking and rolling it maddeningly with his burning firebrand of a tongue. She groaned again, her hips beginning a slow, undulating rhythm on the cushions of the couch. He continued to suckle her nipple while he moved on the couch beside her, his hands leaving her flesh now, and Kim was vaguely aware that he, too, was getting naked. Then his lips left her breast, and he commanded softly, “Open your eyes, honey. Look at me. Look at what I’ve got for you.”

Slowly, Kim allowed her eyes to flutter open. She saw him kneeling on the floor beside her, as naked as she, his face twisted in a lewd, venomous grin. Her gaze moved down his heavily muscled body and then came to rest on his thick, rigid penis standing out from this large, round belly. She sucked in her breath sharply. God, it was big! It was huge, bloated, the purplish head seeming to throb with a hidden intensity. She imagined that great monster burrowing itself into the soft, fleshy folds of her vaginal orifice, and a quiver of fear coursed through her; could she take all of that without splitting herself wide open? “Do you like it, honey?” Goren asked, and his hand began to stroke lewdly the heavily uncircumcised foreskin back and forth over the bloated glands.

“It’s… it’s so big!” Kim managed to stutter out in her hesitancy.

Goren continued to massage the granite-hard expanse, slowly, tantalizingly.

“It’s all for you now, honey,” he intoned. “All for you. I’m going to fuck you with every inch of it. Mrs. Sutton, every hot throbbing inch of my big cock.”

His lewd, mesmeric words caused Kim’s fevered body to twist more seductively on the soft couch. Her fogged mind, instead of being repulsed by Goren’s gigantic member, by her own naked, body spread obscenely before him like some sacrificial pagan maid, was dwelling on the prurient sensations which pulsated along her sweating flesh. I want your big… cock, that’s the right word, yes … I want your big cock, Jack Goren, I want it inside me, I want it to fuck me, to fill me up. I want to be fucked, fucked, Fucked. Barry, you did this to me, you made me do what I’m doing, you forced me into this situation; it’s your fault, Barry, and I wish you were here to see what’s going to happen. I wish you could see it like I saw you and Lynn; I wish you could, Barry…

Dreamily, she watched Goren raise up onto the couch, settle his body beside hers, and this head dip once again to her gently quivering breasts. She moaned softly as she watched him take first one nipple, then the other, into his wide, salivating mouth, licking and sucking the rigid fruit until she wanted to scream from the waves of pleasure washing through her body.

She watched his head dip lower, trailing hot, moist kisses between the swollen tits and down to her navel, pausing there to flick his tongue into the tiny puckered opening, and then move still lower until he was breathing hotly into the softness of her pubic hair.

In that moment, Kim realized what Goren would next do, what the ultimate target of his fervid liquid kisses would be. Repugnance seized her for a moment… no, it was wrong, wrong… and she tried to draw his head away, pull him up over her as she had done to Barry when he attempted to perform the heathen rite of cunnilingus upon her. But Goren would not be drawn away. He remained where he was, kneeling now between her wide-spread legs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, his eyes feasting on the dripping, pink, fluted lips of her cuntal mouth.

“No, honey,” he said, talking to her cunt instead of to her face, as if it were a being, an entity, unto its own. “I’m going to kiss and lick your pussy, just like your husband kissed and licked my wife’s pussy. I’m going to bury my tongue in your cunt, I’m going to lick your cut, I’m going to suck you until you have an orgasm, Kim, until you cum and cum and cum…“

Once again, Goren’s vile, lascivious words made Kim tremble with wild, wanton desire. The degradation of the act she was about to have perpetrated on her defenseless crotch suddenly seemed to pale into insignificance; everything seemed to pale into insignificance in that moment-shame, guilt, fear, disgust-all of these meant nothing. The only thing that seemed to matter were the intense fires which his words, his actions, had set to flaming in her breasts and in her belly and in her cunt. She was aroused, wildly, crazily, insanely aroused for the first time… and she didn’t care, she didn’t care “Yes,” she whispered in her stranger’s voice. “Oh yes, Jack!”

“Yes what, baby?” Goren asked, unable any longer to contain his animalistic grin of triumph but knowing that pretense was no longer important. "What do you want me to do?”

“I… I want you to… to suck me, Jack.”

“Suck you where, Kim? Where?”

“My… my pussy!“ Kim cried, her eyes closing again, her hips grinding a lewd sensuous circle down against the couch, her head beginning to loll from side to side with expectant lust. “My pussy, Jack, my pussy! I want you to lick my pussy! Oh, Jack, lick it, lick it!”

Still grinning hugely, Goren drove his head savagely downward, his lips mashing onto her vaginal lips, his tongue ramming deep into her vaginal orifice in the ultimate French kiss.