Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

“Aaaaagggghhhhh!” Kim screamed as his long hot tongue slashed into her, harder and harder, and her body reacted with convulsive lurches. Her hands grasped his hair, tried to pull his face deeper into her lust-soaked loins. Oh God, it felt good, it felt so goooddd! Oh God, how could she have ever denied Barry this… how could she ever have denied herself, this? It wasn’t ugly, it wasn’t sick … it was sooooo goooooooddddddddd!

Goren continued his wanton tonguing of her moist trembling slit, his hands slipping up over her belly to her full firm tits once more, cupping and squeezing them almost brutally now while his mouth and tongue continued the wet assault of her wide-spread furrow, making obscene sucking sounds that seemed to fill the room and Kim’s mind with a weird cacophony of sound. She clenched her small hands into white-knuckled fists in his hair, pulling some of the salt-and-paper strands loose in her convulsive actions, as Goren’s probing tongue located the erect, pulsating button of her clitoris. She whined sharply, agonizingly, as he took the tiny bud between his sharp white teeth, holding it tightly there, and began to run the tip of his tongue round and round it in continuous circles. Her head began to flail in total abandonment from side to side, and Goren opened his mouth yet wider, moving his tongue downward along the smooth, heat-moistened slit to the throbbing hair fringed opening of her vagina. He began to orally tuck her, harder and faster, faster and harder, sliding his hot, hard, wet tongue up into her dilated, clasping hole, listening to her making unintelligible whimpering sounds as he swirled and flicked his member around the velvet-like interior of the pulsatingly soft cunt lips. He slipped his hand beneath her thighs, pushing them further up until they were now draped over his shoulders, the whole of her flowing vaginal plane in naked abandonment to his churning face, and then he cupped her soft white buttocks in both hands as he thrust his tongue deep, deep into the searing liquid depths of her cunt.

Kim’s cries of animal pleasure now filled the living room. Oh God, Oh God, Oh God! her brain screamed over and over against Goren continued to mouth and tongue her sweating, dripping furrow. And then, as her buttocks jerked and spasmed beneath his plunging poker of a tongue, he drew the member out and drew it licking downward to the secret, tiny puckered ring of her virginal anus. She sucked in her breath in a gulping swallow, moaning in rapture, past all caring now even though a small part of mind cried out that this was dirty, vile, perverted… she flung her loins up at him as hard as she could as he brought his tongue into seething wet contact with the forbidden opening, thrusting it into the tight little hole, splitting it wide to accept his phallic member.

Kim’s body quivered uncontrollably now beneath the overpowering assault, and her body was spasming furiously with torrent after torrent of sensual pleasure that had seized control of it Goren licked and sucked and drove his tongue into her tight, pungent little asshole, reveling in the abandoned gyrations of her lust-controlled body, knowing that the moment of her climax wasn’t far off. Well, that was fine with him; he would make her cum with his mouth first, and then, later, with his cock. He began to drive his tongue harder and harder into her anal passage, and then, abruptly, drew it out to return to her now saliva drenched crotch and the downy soft hairs fringing her pulsing cunt lips. He paused for a brief moment to stare up along the sweat-slick valley between her high breasts at the twisted grimace on her lovely face. Oh Christ, she was really digging it! She was wallowing in it, all right; it won’t be long now, not long at all. He lowered his head and resumed his labor once more.

Kim writhed and squirmed beneath the insanely licking tongue until she thought she would surely go mad from the sheer ecstatic rapture in her love-starved loins and stomach. God, she had to have release, had to have it soon! Her head continued to flail like a broken puppet’s, grinding her crotch up into Goren’s lusting face and tongue, and she felt the gathering billows of her orgasm rising, rising, and then cresting and She was there!

She was cumming!

A deep, almost half-human scream erupted from young Kim Sutton’s throat and she locked her hands hard in Goren’s hair, drawing him into her crotch with all her might. Her juices began to flow from her wide-spread cunt, inundating Goren’s face and tongue, flowing down along her tortured rectum to pool in fragrant stickiness on the couch cushions beneath her. She screamed again, and again, and Goren sucked and licked and burrowed until, at long last, the cumming was over and she sank back with a long, exhausted, satiated sigh, releasing his hair and opening her thighs to allow him to remove his head from between her fevered legs.

Goren lifted himself onto his knees, grinning down at her, the juices of her orgasm making his face and his mouth glisten wetly in the room’s soft light.

“Well, honey?” he asked. “How did you like it?”

“Oh… God!” Kim moaned, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. “Oh God, Jack, it was wonderful!”

Goren grinned lewdly. "Well, it’s going to be even better,” he said. “Because I’m going to fuck you now, Kim. My cock is like a petrified log, and I want to fuck you with it. If want to shoot my load of hot, sticky sperm deep into your belly. I want to fuck you now, Kim…“

“Oh God yes, do fuck me, please, fuck me!”

And as Goren lowered his body down onto hers, Kim thought with total surrender:

I wish you could see this, Barry, I wish you could see me about to be fucked by Jack Goren after he made me cum with his mouth on my pussy. I wish you could see it, Barry, I really wish you could because I liked it, I loved it! I loved every delicious moment of it, Barry, you adulterer, you son of a bitch… it would serve you right.

It was dark when Barry and Lynn arrived at the Sutton’s Sunset District home in San Francisco. Barry pulled the Ford to the curb in front, right behind Jack Goren’s expensive and unmistakable Lincoln Continental. He sat there for a moment, staring through the windshield at the Lincoln, his body suddenly going cold and a viscid sweat starting up on his chest and under his arms.

Lynn said, “Round one goes to me,” and laughed throatily.

“You fucking slut!“ he exploded. “Just because… just because Jack’s car is here doesn’t mean he and Kim are… are doing anything they shouldn’t be doing.”

“Doesn’t it?” Lynn asked. “Well, suppose we just have a look.”

“Suppose we do just that?” Barry replied, opening the door and stepping out of the car. When Lynn had done likewise and they were standing on the sidewalk, he added, “There’s a window around the far side of the house. We’ll take a look through there. I can tell you what we’ll see: Jack and Kim sitting there, maybe having a drink, but that’s all.”

“We’ll see,” was all Lynn said.

As they followed the path silently around the side of the dwelling, Barry felt a little uncomfortable at the idea of spying on his wife this way. But, damn it, he thought, it was the only way to disprove Lynn’s ridiculous allegation of a tryst between Kim and her husband.

They reached the window, and Barry moved up next to the house, in the shadows and out of the elongation of warm light coming through the partially-draped glass. Lynn did the same, on the other side, sidestepping around the pool of light. And then, just as Barry began to edge his body into a position to see through the window, a loud, wailing voice penetrated the glass and reached his ears, a voiced that was recognizable even in its obviously impassioned state.

Kim’s voice, the voice of his wife, saying: “God, Jack fuck it harder, fuck it harder! I’m going to cum, darling, I’m going to cum, fuck meeeeee!”