Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

Then with uncontained lust, she reached higher and nuzzled Goren’s testicles, taunting the half-exposed member with the tip of her tongue as she swallowed the open cunt, finally sucking the inner-lips and clitoris in her mouth simultaneously. She raised her buttocks around Lorene’s ravaging mouth, pressing her gleaming pussy until she felt the girl’s nose against her plundering hole. Furiously she tasted the sweet delicious cunt above her and the tangy saltiness of Goren as he fucked, her own unsated passion mounting and mounting.

Several sighs of envy seemed to come from the others, who had, at different times, released their animalistic passions around Kim. The boy and Barry crawled over to Kim and moved Harry aside so that they could lay beside Kim and reached for her hands, their cocks hardened and pointing ceiling ward.

“Christ look at them go!“ the boy said.

Barry could only groan and then place his wife’s fingers around his prick just as the boy had done on the other side of her. Automatically Kim’s soft white fingers closed around the cocks and began to stroke them rhythmically, massaging them up and down to the same magic tempo of her and Lorene’s oral fucking and Goren’s sodomic perversion. Barry cupped one of Kim’s breasts as Lorene moved her hands to spread the steaming cunt below her.

“Somebody, please fuck me!“ Kim screamed. “I must have cock! You hear? Somebody stick their cock in me! Please!”

Harry, sitting cross legged with Lynn licking his cock in an attempt to get new life into it, laughed expansively. “Are you really ready, baby?”

“Ohhbhhh, yes, yes, I am!”

“Then raise your ass up. That’s it! High!“

“Yes! Yes!“ Kim cried, her tongue still buried in Lorene’s quivering cunt as she thrust her behind as high as it would go.

“Get ready for the finest fuck you have ever had,” Harry said, and then he snapped out, “Caesar!”

Kim felt the bed give and the strange presence of another weight climb on it, and suddenly she felt a clasping around her waist and a slippery yet hard, rubbery spike rub along her legs. Again and again the shaft danced near her spread-eagled hole, and yet it never quite made it in, and with a moan of desperation, Kim reached down and impaled her half crazed vagina full upon it.

“Oooooooooooohhhhhhh,” she moaned as the long prick soared up in her cunt, quelling the burning demon which tore her innards asunder. The cock burst through her belly like a bullet, and she cared not who had supplied the weapon, only that his penis was battling the hungry wet walls of her vaginal tunnel.

She sucked at Lorene’s delectable young pussy as the girl twisted around to make room, licking and kissing it as her lover expanded his cock into a swelling, pile-driver which hit her womb. And then she reached down again, only this time to caress and encourage the man who had been so kind to her, and she felt fur and hairy forepaws as they wound around her waist.

Oh my God, she screamed inwardly… it’s that dog! It’s Caesar who’s juicing me! A low wail escaped her, and she flayed her head back and forth as she though of the mammoth brute expanding his animal penis inside her emit like a balloon. It was too late, she couldn’t stop it… she couldn’t stop herself from the rising tide of her sensations… he was like a hammering machine, and he was beautiful… absolutely the finest! Wildly she returned to lick and tongue Lorene’s wildly bucking cunt as the girl lowered herself on Kim’s open mouth, grinding her pussy like a plundering abyss on the face below.

“Ooooohhbhhbhh,” Kim said in muffled squeals, “I’m… I’m… going. going to… cummmmmmm!” "Fuck the dog, damn you!” shouted Goren, “Pound that ass of yours tight up there!”

“Yea… yes… yessssssssssssss! MMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”

As Kim cried out with her impending climax, Caesar suddenly gave a savage thrust deep within her entrails and let loose a stream of thick, scalding juice, and he flooded her vagina with jack-hammer lunges full of hot, sticky cum. Long jets of it ricocheted off her cuntal sides and steamed from her pussy to flow like lava down her thighs and pool in coagulated puddles on the squeaking bed below.

She came, screaming from the size of her release and she heaved her buttocks against the pounding loins of the German Shepherd as his cock continued to empty inside her with unbelievable force. Her thighs trembled and her belly quivered as though some giant pressure was beating down upon her, and her brain reeled insanely from the sensual reactions traversing through every bone and sinew of her lust crazed system. She was in Valhalla again, beautiful Valhalla!

Faintly she heard Goren cry out and her husband’s guttural groans and Lorene howl, but it was all in the background of her mind, and then she collapsed, a heavy black sleep engulfing her.

Later, and into the wee hours of the morning, pretending to enjoy themselves and wishing rotate by turns, abandoning themselves to frantic surges of lust, alternating cunt and asshole and cock until they were ready to drop from exertion. And then, they rolled off the beds in complete absolute depravity, boy and girl and dog, pawing and clawing at each other, squirming and groaning, hot and hungry for their delirious partners. Finally, at a quarter to four, Barry picked up the now sleeping Kim in his arms, and with Goren following with their clothes, walked naked to their car. He ‘thanked Goren and the guests for a wonderful time, put Kim in beside him, and drove home, a contented, fully satisfied man.

Barry completed his novel less than three months after that night, and it was accepted by his publisher with enthusiasm and praise and a promise of an unlimited promotion campaign to put it on the best-seller list. The publisher also requested a sequel to the novel, assuring Barry of a handsome five thousand dollar advance against nothing more than an approved outline.

Once the news of his success leaked out to Barry’s former co-workers on the Sentinel, and to those San Franciscans who gave parties in honor of literary figures, Barry and Kim were inundated with invitations to get-togethers. They turned down most, but were forced by social necessity to accept one or two here and there. As Barry put it, “Going to one of these things once in awhile is a necessary evil. But I’d much rather move within our own circle of close friends.”

“Like the Gorens?” Kim had asked teasingly.

“Like the Gorens,” Barry bad agreed, winking. “And like Caesar, too.”

At one of the parties, given by another former fellow Sentinel reporter named Phillips, Kim and Barry were standing on the patio, presenting to enjoy themselves and wishing enough time would elapse so they could make a graceful exit. Kim was restless, and kept moistening her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. Barry knew that she was becoming progressively hornier, for Kim’s sexual appetite had heightened unbelievably since that orgiastic night at the Gorena’ Sea Cliff mansion. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him, his cock, his mouth, his tongue, every inch of his body. She was a new woman, all right, Barry thought; a new, exotic, alluring woman that he had never dreamed of possessing. It was like a miracle; he had never been happier, more contented, and his completion of the novel, the full and total satisfaction from the knowledge that it was good, very good, was directly descendent from Kim’s physical awakening. And, for that matter, his own. A fulfilled man sexually was a fulfilled man creatively, he now firmly believed that.

They were still seeing the Gorens, of course. Usually about once a week. On some of those occasions it was just Lynn and Jack, but on others there was Lorene and Doris and Harry-and Caesar-plus a progression of others. Strangely enough, it was those nights that both he and Kim seemed to look forward to with the most relish; for weeks after one of those sessions, fucking Kim was like fucking a crazed, predatory panther.