Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

Barry didn’t speak at once. He stared at her hand as she began to beat his cock from flaccidity to a semblance of erection. He blinked, but spread his legs wider in dazed comprehension of her words. “Look… what the hell is this anyway?” He took a deep breath, his penis impossibly leaping to full grandeur under the ministrations of the strange woman. “Jesus! I don’t believe this!”

“You will in a while,” she tittered lightly.

Kim, her eyes wide with shock, looked back at the other three strangers. They were undressing on the spot, laughing and gaily making comments about the fun to be had, kicking their garments from them in haste. With a squeal, the girl raced for Goren, throwing herself upon him, her hands grasping him as Barry was held, around the thick shaft of his penis. Goren laughed again and reached over and caressed one pear-shaped breast, soft and pliant and promising, and kissed her full on her tender young lips. He gasped as she skinned his foreskin away and his red-fleshed head popped out, and she dropped to lick her eager tongue on the glands.

With a cry of abandon, the boy revealed his own virile cock in violent erection. both men approached the bed where Kim lay cowering on the sheets, their movement a frenzy of glistening bodies, their muscles rippling and quivering, their long, inflamed cocks dancing in front of them with palpitate heat of excitement, their balls swinging against their thighs, their buttocks hollowing and tensing.

Abruptly Harry, his pubic hair the same wild color as his hair, put his arm about Kim in an embrace. At first she resisted, her joints seeming to freeze from the unnatural contact, but as his hands covered the nipples of her breasts and began to knead and thumb them into rock hardness, she found herself moaning with unrestrained passion. “Some party,” he whispered into her ear, “But you did know we were coming, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Leave that to Jack to pull a fast one. Is this your first time?”

“Yes,” she nodded, “Yes, I’m afraid so. I never dreamed that this would happen.

I don’t know if I should…“

“What’s the matter? You’ve been screwing Goren haven’t you?” He threw back his head and grinned with lewd disregard for her inner torment. “Hell, I’m a better fuck than he’ll ever be! Now, c’mon, get with it. Let it all hang out!”

Kim took one more quick look at her husband before submitting to this lust perverted animal. Barry was groaning aloud, thrashing on the bed as Doris leaned over and thrust his cock deep into her mouth in one long, slow continuous sucking movement, her warm, wet cavern of her cheeks sending a wild spasm of ecstasy soaring through his wracked body. “Oh man,” he gurgled. Then Kim looked around the rest of the room, seeing the pairing of mates, and she could scarcely believe the carnal activity which had been so cruelly thrust upon her senses.

Lynn, passionate from her masturbating fingers, had attacked the young boy with complete abandon. She was teasing him, bending slightly forward so that he couldn’t reach between her thighs and to further hinder him from inserting his throbbing cock into her voraciously, throbbing vagina, she had put her slim hands around his prick and was rubbing the swollen member with her palms, working the tender skin up and down over the glands as as driblets of sticky, lubricating fluid seeped from its tiny orifice and his balls moved sensuously around his lean thighs. Lorene was on all fours over Goren, who had his knees behind her and was bucking away at her buttocks, tucking her mercilessly in the rectum with savage, repeating blows.

Doris’ head still bobbed like a yo-yo around Barry’s straining prick as though her mouth was on a string, and her hands and knees were in between his legs as his prick soared hard up into her face until her nose smacked licentiously into the matted pubic hair below.

“That’s it, Doris,” her husband breathed hotly, “Suck him good, you bitch.” He delved down the slim but quivering flanks of Kim, and then dipped his middle finger into her pubic hair, still soaked from Goren’s cum of a few minutes past, and Kim, horrified, found herself aroused. Her thighs jerked spasmodically and began to involuntarily open for his touch, and then he rubbed and caressed the blood-inflated lips of her red-rimmed pussy, and he moaned with sudden passion.

“Oh, God,” she gasped, “This is terrible, terrible.”

“No, baby, it’s the living end,” Harry said. “I really like seeing my wife get it. Don’t you like watching, too?“

“Your wife-!“ Kim’s brain reeled as she realized that he was just like she was, involved with another person’s mate while panting with excitement over the view of the sex acts in front of them. No, it wasn’t terrible, it was beautiful!

Beautiful! And Kim leaned back on the bed sheets and spread her legs wide to Harry’s talented hand as he rummaged and pillaged her surrendering cunt.

Doris took one last lick on Barry’s cock, and then jerked upright and turned around, placing her wet, almost writhing pussy directly in front of him, and in wide open display before Kim as well. Kim watched in unbelieving fascination as Doris gradually bent forward until the breadth of her buttocks jutted toward Barry’s face and Barry obscenely rotated upward to meet the widespread lips of her vagina. Doris’ thighs tensed and then rippled in slim strength as she shifted on her feet and she reached back and gently pulled apart her buttocks, disclosing the dark, still more depraved, hole of her anus.

Around the revealed asshole, which seemed so raw and vulnerable, were a few stray black hairs, and she twisted her buttocks, letting the tufts wave tauntingly at Barry. He groaned and began to manipulate his own cock with his hand and he lurched toward her buttocks. Doris grabbed the stiff ramrod and it slid forward into her waiting cunt with hot, slippery ease. Barry took hold of her loins with his hands and hauled her to him with a resounding slap. He leaned over her; squeezing her distended breasts as he pumped into her open cunt with complete ferocity, attacking and retreating unmercifully.

“Now, baby? You want me now?” Harry said lewdly.

“Yes,” mewled Kim, watching her husband fuck his wife. “Anything you want… anything at all. Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Kim pushed her cunt up to Harry, her whole body aflame with unwanted desire.

She could not help herself, and she knew she really, deep down inside, did not want to. She realized the full meaning of group sex, its marvelous mechanism for satiating the appetite of a full, red-blooded woman. God! Why doesn’t he take me now!

She looked at Harry’s enormous cock, which stood out from the folds of his belly and abdomen like some pagan spear, tipped with the clear fluid of love-juice. Her face contorted with passion at the thought of that strange member buried to its hilt in her vagina… or mouth or anus… Oh God, it was monstrous and webbed from glands to base with heavy, throbbing blue veins, giving gleaming advance warning of the carnality it was about to perform.

“Like it, baby?” Harry smiled lopsidedly at her.

“Yes, yes, I love it!”

“Good, because I’m going to put it up your cunt so far you’re going to spit it out.” His grin broadened into a toothy smile. “But first I’m going to lick that aching pussy of yours, suck up all that good honey you’ve been spreading down there.”

Kim stretched out languorously, her thighs splayed wide on either side of him, her toes curled with expectation. All thoughts of modesty and of caring whether she truly desired this man were vanished, and she let a soft moan of delight escape from her lips and she squirmed her buttocks down on the mattress, inciting his lustful prowess still further.