Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

“Damn it, Lynn, I’m trying to tell you about-” Goren began, but then he stopped as his wife began to trail her soft, moist lips along the side of his neck, into the hollow of his throat, down along his hirsute chest. She nuzzled the rigid buds of his nipples, rolling her tongue back and forth across one, and then let her mouth roam down across the girth of his large, protruding, but well-muscled belly. He groaned at the stimulations her expert lips were sending through his body, thrust his hips down hard against the satin spread. Her fingernails scratched lightly over his cock now, over his testicles, reaching under his body to probe briefly at the puckered ring of his anus, retracing their path back to his quivering penis.

“The plan…,“ Goren began weakly.

“You can tell me what it is afterward, lover,” she crooned. “Just relax now, Daddy, and let Mommy take care of you.”

Damn it, she’d won again, Goren thought fuzzily, giving himself over to the prurient sensations of her lips and fingers. She always won, always got her way sexually if not in other matters; here in the bedroom, she seemed to be lord and master instead of the other way around. Not that he minded; hell, she was so damned good in bed that it didn’t offend his masculine pride at all to have her get her way-because her way was invariably the best way.

Lynn was poised on all fours now, kneeling between his wide-spread thighs, her head lowered almost to the tip of his up thrust cock, stroking the palpitating flesh lightly with first one hand, then the other, then rubbing it gently between the palms of both hands, further arousing him until moans of joy rendered from his lips. “Goddamn it, hurry up, baby, hurry up!” he groaned.

“Suck it, suck it, suck it!“ His hips thrust upward, but she pulled her head back out of reach, chuckling softly, still stroking and manipulating his cock and balls.

He reached up and entangled his hands tightly in her hair, trying to guide her head down to meet his forward-leaping manhood. His head was lifted off the bed, so that he could watch the lust-contorted features of her beautiful face, poised there above his loins, and his brain reeled with the mental image of his thick, pulsating cock burrowing in and out of her ovaled lips; he was excited beyond all recall now, he had to have her suck him off! He could feel the semen beginning to boil in his testicles, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before it would come spewing out of his shaft like a flow of hot molten lava.

“Hurry, hurry!“ he begged. “Suck it, baby, suck it!”

Suddenly, as if in abeyance, Lynn plunged her head forward and down. Goren felt the incredible, hot moist softness of her lips close over the sensitive head of his cock, felt her firebrand tongue lick circles of liquid fire around and around it, flicking into the glands opening, drinking up the lubricating fluid oozing there. His hands in her hair tightened and he thrust his loins upward, driving the length of his massive prick deep into the soft, warm folds of her mouth, feeling it slam against the back of her throat.

“Uuuuummmmmmm!” Lynn mewled around her husband’s hardened rod of flesh.

“Aaggggggghhhhhhhh!” Goren cried in lust-crazed agreement.

Lynn drew back slightly, so that she was able to taste the moist stickiness of the glands again, twirling her tongue maddeningly faster around the blood-inflated head. Then she began to suck him rhythmically, with all the practiced expertise of the accomplished female lover. He watched her convoluted lips working on his cock, watched the soft wet skin of her mouth pucker outward and then back in again as she sawed her mouth the full length of his rigid tool. The sight of her sucking him never ceased to increase his arousal, and his loins tensed and jerked upward into her face, all the fleshy expanse disappearing with each hard forward thrust, so that only a small stretch of it showed white and glistening with saliva wetness between her lips.

Her tongue, with a nerve-shattering, lick on the outstroke, was like a separate entity, a thing gone wild with lust, making the head jerk and convulse as though it, too, were a thing alive with a mind of its own. She sucked hungrily, her mind caught up in the task of what she was doing, her concentration as full and complete as that of a scientist applying mathematical equations. Her breasts danced wildly below her pumping head, adding to the lust-inciting picture he was viewing.

“Suck it, suck it, suck it!” Goren urged her on, dropping his head back on the bed heavily, closing his eyes and pretending for a brief moment that it was Kim Sutton sucking him, that it was Kim Sutton’s round lipstick rimmed little mouth around his huge cock. Well, it would be, all right, soon enough; he’d fuck her one of these days, he was confident of that, and with the fucking went the sucking; that was irrefutable. He’d shoot his load of boiling cum deep into her throat and into her belly, and she’d be begging him for more.

Lynn slaved below, her body glistening from pustules of lust-sweat. The pressure grew and grew in Goren’s balls, and he shoved his loins up hard against her face, hearing her protesting mumble, not heeding it in his desire for the final release of the maddening build up of semen in his scrotum.

And then- And then, all at once, he felt the eruption take place, felt the first stream of white-hot fire leap along the passage of his plunging cock. He gasped, his lips pulling back across his teeth as though he were in agony. His cock began a sudden wild, convulsive jerking that flooded without advance warning Lynn’s madly sucking mouth with rush after rush of burning semen, bloating her cheeks outward with each spurt until she was forced to swallow wildly to keep from choking, mewling and crooning and tickling his balls with the tips of her fingernails.

“Keep sucking!” Goren cried. “Lover, keep sucking, keep suckingggggg!” His hands were working spasmodically in her hair now, ramming her head down harder on his burgeoning cock, burying it deep in her throat. And then, with one last mighty groan as his wife crazily sucked at the juices of his lust, he emptied the final drops of his sperm into her mouth.

Lynn continued to nibble gently at the fleshy instrument, milking every last drop of his load, until the satiated penis began to gradually deflate in her mouth. Goren flung his arms outward on the bed in exhaustion, a great sigh of absolute fulfillment emitting from his lips. His wife lay for a long moment between his outstretched legs, her head on his thigh, still nibbling gently at the limp cock settling down into the cradle of his balls. Finally, she crawled up and kissed him full on the mouth. He accepted her tongue hungrily as she thrust it into his mouth, even though droplets of his white sticky cum were drooling down in thin rivulets from the corners of her glistening lips.

“How did you like that, lover?” she whispered.

“As good as always!” he enthused. “Hell, better!”

She kissed him again, and then said, “Now-I’m ready to hear your plan of action regarding the Suttons. After which,” she added, smiling down at him with her eyes sparkling hotly, “you may return the favor of my sucking you by eating my pussy until I cum as well as you did. Sound good?“

“Sounds goddamned good!”

“But first the plan.”

“Well,” Goren said, “it’s simple enough. Like I started to say before, Barry was complaining about not being able to work on his novel because of all the interruptions. What he wanted to do, he said, was get away somewhere, alone, where he could really get to work. Remember?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Suppose we provide him with that retreat he mentioned.”

“You mean-our cabin at Salmon Creek?”

“Exactly,” Goren told her. “It’s perfect.”