Peter Jensen - The Virgin Couple

“Baby,” she whispered softly. “Hurry please, baby, now…“ She squirmed her buttocks down into the mattress, enjoying the licentious effect her actions were having on Barry, enjoying the teasing exhibition of her body and the secret satisfaction of the power she held over him.

Barry didn’t waste any more time but pulled at his clothes, not even bothering to get off the bed. It took only a moment for them to fall to the floor in a disorganized heap, and then he rolled to a kneeling position and looked down at her naked form. His thick, blood-enriched penis stood out hugely from his groin.

“Mmmmmm,” Kim said softly. “That was quick, honey.”

“I’m ready, ready right now,” Barry grinned down at her. He roamed his hands over her, playing over her thighs and breasts. They stopped to tweak her nipples into rock-hard firmness, and then he ran a finger down the valley between the high-set firm white breasts. He never stopped marveling at how magnificent they were, especially considering how small a girl was in height.

She was barely five three, but the parts that mattered were enough for any man.

Her face was round and cherubic, with an air of innocence about it which made his lovemaking all that more enticing. It was like making love to a virgin every time, like arousing the woman in a girl and seeing the passion overcome the natural reluctance of “the first time.” Her long, black hair was fine and silky and hung over her shoulders to curl across her breasts, highlighting the whiteness of her skin with its black strands. She wore a C-cup and filled it to overflowing with soft, lovely globes, and between her spread legs, which were shaped by a master craftsman, he could see clearly the soft pubic down which covered her pink vaginal slit. Her cunt glistened wetly in the light, her sexual excitement secreting droplets which formed like honeyed dew on her pubic hair.

Barry leaned forward, unable to control himself any longer, and he crushed his mouth against her groin, trying to suck up every sweet flowing drop of her pussy juices, brushing his tongue against her cuntal lips with yearning heat.

Kim moaned but brought her thighs up sharply to stop him.

“No… no… not that, Barry! You know I don’t like you to kiss me there. No, please stop… please!“ Her arms encircled his head and pulled him upward along her body toward her warm, pliant mouth, opened wide with desire. “Kiss me on the lips, baby,” she whispered. “Not down there…“

Barry didn’t resist. He allowed himself to be moved up the length of his wife’s body and ground he lips onto hers. This was the one flaw in an otherwise wonderful relationship, he thought. He had tried for all the time they had been sleeping together to show her the erotic arousal lips against vulva, mouth around penis, could produce. He had been sucked by other girls many times in the past, before Kim and he were married. He wanted Kim to do the same to him, to see her head roll from side to side as he tongued the velvet-like insides of her cunt-lips in return. He could shut his eyes and imagine that butter soft mouth of hers as it sawed rhythmically around his cock, and the very thought made him tense his loins, even as he kissed his wife on the mouth. He wanted to cum inside her there, to spurt his hot, white sperm into her throat as he had into others’ throats, and hear her mewling and crooning with the desire of love as he did so.

Yes, and he wanted to make her reach a climax by taking her clitoris between his teeth and holding it tightly as he ran his tongue tip around and around her vagina, until at last be plunged his tongue deep into the cavern of her pussy, to soak up the secretions, to stab and dart in oral fucking just as he was now moving his tongue in her mouth in similar simulation of intercourse.

He held her tight to him and felt her warm body as it undulated uncontrollably beneath his body, her soft belly and pelvis grinding against his penis until it throbbed with hardness.

“Oh… baby!” Kim moaned. “Darling, darling, I need you so badly…”

“Yes… yes,” he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly between her open thighs, and she rubbed her soft, hair protected loins against him in perfect harmony. He ‘kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press his exposed crotch. His cock seeped with lubricity from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her warm, smooth skin. It jerked, jumping as thought it was ready to spew its seminal fluid already. Once more he ran his tongue into her mouth and she sucked it eagerly, even nibbling it with her sharp little teeth to send new shocks of rippling excitement through him.

The thought of what lay before him, of what would happen when he entered her vagina and began to pound his cock to a fulfilling explosion, crossed his brain. He knew every action, every motion they would make, for it had become a ritual over the years. He was aroused and wanted her, but… but what? What was nagging at the back of his mind? What was wrong with their lovemaking? Was it the sameness? Had he gotten to take her for granted after all this time, and the original thrill he had experienced when she was new to him been replaced by a complacency of familiarity? He loved his wife, but the spice was gone. He lifted his head and lay his cheeks against Kim’s soft hair.

“Is… there something wrong, Barry?” she whispered.

“What? Oh, no, of course not.”

“But there is, Barry.”

“I… was thinking how beautiful you are,” he lied.

Kim began to shiver beneath him, her thighs rubbing his loins hungrily. “You want to make love to me, don’t you?”

“Yes, ‘yes I want to.”

“How…?“ Her question was unexpected, and sent an electrifying current through him. It was something new to hear her ask for a good screwing, and then want to know-how! Yes, change was what was needed, for his cock leaped spontaneously with the added dimension.

“Hard!“ Barry replied hoarsely. “Deep and hard, right up to hilt!“

“Oh, Barry, do it now! I want you inside me now!” she cried.

He drew her closer to him and moved one hand down to encase the round smooth buttocks, his hand over the soft, yielding crevice which halved them. She glued her mouth to his as she wedged a hand between them and grasped his fleshy hardness. Barry choked with the cool contact of her fingers around his cock, and he pressed his lips harder against hers to show his appreciation. She strained the full length of her body against him, grinding and pushing, and then she spread her legs and thighs wide and his penis poised proudly against the snug mouth of her waiting cunt, the thin, hair lined archway to her innermost desires relaxing with the need for him to enter. She kept firm hold of his bulbous, aching cock and drew it closer, sliding it up and down between her open legs, swirling it around her tender, pink flesh until its knob rested against her quivering cuntвl entrance.

“There, Barry… right there.”

He lunged forward, his hips thrusting heavily as he drove into her wide spread pussy and felt the hot, rubbery passage clasp around his cock and absorb his naked surge like a hungry lion. She rocked gently beneath him. “Uhhhhh!“ she murmured, and she leaned into his loins, trying to take more of him, and he levered his massive member to the full length of her cuntal tunnel. It was warm and tight, as though he had been the first, and the fluids helped her take him easily, wetting and lubricating his path. He thrust lustily until his blood-swollen head hit her cervix, and simultaneously his sperm bloated testicles crashed resoundingly against the firm, muscle-taut cheeks of her ass.

He moved harder, flexing his prick as she moaned, imbedded beneath his driving cudgel.