The overwhelming problems people face in the course of their lives can frequently lead them to commit acts they would never consider under normal circumstances.
There is the employee who, laid off from his job, stoops to theft in order to feed his family; the witness who perjures himself in order to save a friend; the athlete who, under pressure to perform well, takes drugs.
Monica, an attractive new bride in this story, is one of these desperate people. Her problem -- a brand-new husband who rushes off on a business trip with his gorgeous secretary -- leads her into the arms of strangers, compelling her to flit from one bed to another in an orgy of hedonistic excess.
Her story is that of a woman struggling desperately for happiness, for some way to save her marriage and self-respect.
HOT HORNY NEWLYWED -- a novel about one of the problems facing modern society and a reflection of our times.
The Publisher
Chapter One
For twenty-one years Monica Harrison had been a virgin. Now that was about to change, and she just hoped the reward was worth the wait. She checked her appearance one more time in the bathroom mirror before going to join her new husband Mark.
She liked what she saw, and she was sure Mark would like it, too. She saw a tall young woman with long gleaming brown hair, pretty features, and a fantastic body. Not for the first time she thanked all her ancestors for her good heredity. She was slim, sleek, and firm, yet curvy in all the right places. Her large melon-shaped tits thrust out firmly without a bra.
Monica wasn't wearing much at all, just a see-through filmy white nightie with matching bikini panties. And she figured she wouldn't be wearing those very long, either. Mark could hardly wait to get her naked in his bed. She'd been holding out on him ever since they met six months ago. But now the big moment had come, and he couldn't have been more eager than his new bride was. Twenty-one years was a long time to remain a virgin.
Most of Monica's friends had lost their cherries in high school, but she'd been determined to hold out till she got married. That had been pretty difficult when she met Mark, a handsome and successful businessman. Mark had turned her on so powerfully that she'd wanted to hop right into his bed and offer him whatever he wanted. It had taken all her will power to wait till her wedding night.
Now she couldn't wait any longer. She walked out of the bathroom and into the spacious bedroom of Mark's apartment, her new home. Mark was lounging on the bed, sipping a drink and wearing only a short robe. His eyes lit up at the sight of her, and Monica reddened a little. She knew he could see through her nightie. Her large cone-shaped nipples were very evident.
She kept walking towards the king-size bed, her knees feeling a little rubbery by now. She was eager to give herself completely to the man she loved, eager to know what sex was all about, but of course she was nervous, too. After all, it would be the very first time she'd gone all the way with a man. She didn't know quite what to do. She slid onto the bed and was relieved when Mark made the first move.
"Come here, gorgeous," he growled.
He pulled her against him for a deep, steamy, tongue-kiss, and she felt her belly doing lusty flip-flops. Mark had had that effect on her the moment they met. She'd never forget the first time she saw him. She'd been a secretary-trainee, delivering some papers to his office, and when he appeared she'd just stood there like an idiot, her mouth hanging open, her pussy starting to heat and cream.
She felt the same way right now, totally helpless to control her lust when she was around this man. Her virgin cunt mouth spurted molten cream, soaking her bikini panties.
Mark pressed hard against her, and she could feel his stiff cock poking her belly. She gave another lusty shiver. She'd briefly touched a few cocks, but she'd never really examined or played with one.
As Mark probed her mouth with his big wet tongue, Monica let her lust guide her. She reached inside his robe and found his prick. It felt huge, as if she could barely curl her fingers around it. It was hot and throbbing, surging with a life of its own. She ran her fist up and down the granite pole of flesh and found that she loved touching it. His cock was smooth and taut, hugely, engorged. She ran her fist up to the swollen tip and felt hot sticky juice wetting her palm.
"Baby," Mark growled, "that thing's gonna go off right in your hand if you're not careful. We better slow down."
He rolled away from her, and his stiff cock slipped from her hand. He stood for a second and took off his robe. It was the first time Monica had seen him naked, and she just lay there and stared at him breathlessly. His body excited her hotly. He was tall, hairy, hard muscled, just the way a man should be. She felt her desire reaching the boiling point.
He turned to face her, and her eyes darted helplessly to his cock. It looked huge, about eight-inches long, and as thick as her wrist. It bulged with thick blue veins, and it was leaking big glistening globs of cream. Below hung his big coarse-haired balls. Monica stared and stared, unable to stop. Finally Mark chuckled and slid back onto the bed.
"My turn to stare at you," he leered.
Monica blushed hotly as he reached for her nightie and drew it off over her head. A few dates had gotten far enough with her to fondle her tits, but nobody had ever seen her naked before now. Mark ogled her luscious big tits but didn't stop to play with them. He reached for the waistband of her bikini panties and started easing the little garment down over her hips and ass.
Monica's blush deepened. She loved Mark, she was wild about him, but she'd never given herself completely to a man before. She went on blushing as he removed her panties and left her naked. His eyes devoured the neat little dark triangle of her bush. Then he reached out and cupped her tits. They slightly overflowed his big hands. He began to mold and squeeze expertly, and Monica gave a little gurgle and relaxed.
"Mmmmmm, yesssss," she breathed.
She knew she was in good hands. Mark wasn't going to hurt her, and if anybody could make her first fuck a great experience, it was him. Of course Mark had had plenty of experience with the ladies. He was probably the best catch in town, and he'd always been able to have any girl he wanted. His past didn't make Monica jealous, though. She was just delighted that her new husband was such a good lover.
He caressed her heavy hot tits till they were taut with lusty engorgement. Then he leaned down, stuck out his tongue, and began lashing her large conical nipples. That hot wet meat felt so good on her ultrasensitive nipples. She moaned and creamed, and her nipples responded fast to his tonguing, swelling into long erect buds. Mark knew just how to get to her, all right. His new bride might be nervous, but she was also horny out of her mind!
"Mmmmm, honey, you're getting me so hot," she moaned.
"That's the whole idea," Mark grinned. "I'm just gonna take my time and make sure we're ready. I want this to be a night you'll never forget."
"I know it will be, darling," Monica said adoringly.
His lips enveloped her left nipple and sucked it into, the steam heat of his mouth. Monica groaned in ecstasy. He sucked one throbbing nipple, then the other, leaving them rigid and gleaming with his hot spit. True to his word, he just took his time, getting her more insanely aroused by the second. Her cunt cream spurted out uncontrollably, soaking her inner thighs.
She was beginning to think she could come just from having her tits sucked. Monica was no stranger to orgasms. She might have kept her virginity for twenty-one years, but there'd been times when she'd been unable to control her pent-up needs and she'd just had to masturbate. But no man had ever made her climax before. Mark was the first to even come close -- and he was getting very close indeed. The pleasure from his sucking lips seemed to streak right down to her helplessly creaming pussy.
"Unnnhhhhh, honey, I can't take much more," she moaned, "I'm going crazy."
"I'll do something to help you out," Mark promised.
He started kissing and tonguing his way down her sleek tall body, over her ribs and flat belly, into the soft fur of her cunt. He pressed his mouth to her lust-engorged mound, and she ground her thighs together and almost came. She couldn't ever remember feeling this horny, this frantic to come. Mark eased her thighs open and crawled between them.
She felt his hot moist breath on her pussy and she gurgled in anticipation. She'd read a lot about sex and love-making, and she'd learned that oral sex was very popular, but she'd never allowed a man to go that far with her. She really didn't trust herself. Now she could relax and do whatever she wanted. She was a married woman, and she and her husband could do every wild and kinky thing in the book.
Mark moved her legs even wider apart, then lifted them and draped them over his broad shoulders. Her glistening pink cunt was completely open to him. It was another first for Monica, the first time anyone had seen her pussy. But she wasn't blushing. Her lust had overpowered her shyness. She watched Mark jam his flushed face against her gash, and then she felt incredible pleasure as his stiff tongue contacted with swollen flesh.
"Unnhhhh, Mark, I love it," she groaned.
His tongue was all over, stimulating every inch of her cunt, exploring every curve and fold. Everywhere he tongued her it felt great, far beyond what she could do for herself with her fingers. His whipping tongue was hot, wet and slick, and he used it expertly. Monica began to cream steadily and uncontrollably, soaking his face with the thick pearly liquid.
"Ohhhhh, God, ohhhhh," she panted.
She'd just never felt a pleasure to equal this. Mark's big wet tongue swirled and lashed all over her swollen pussy, giving her hot stabs of pleasure, lapping up her tangy cream. She clawed the bed in her frenzy of sensation, and she greedily thrust her hot pussy against his face, seeking even more delicious friction. Mark lathered her whole gash with his hot spit before concentrating on one small spot, the most sensitive spot of all. She sobbed in ecstasy as his stiff tongue tip began to circle her clit.
"Ohhhh, baby, yes," she moaned, "keep doing that, I'll come for sure."
He knew just the right pressure to use, just the right speed. His tongue seemed to buzz and throb against her highly sensitive clit as he rimmed it. Monica's pretty features twisted into a grimace of lust, and she closed her eyes tightly, overcome with ecstasy. She felt the pleasure building in her pussy till it neared the point of explosion.
"Unnnhhhh, God, I have to come," she sobbed.
Mark took pity on her. He caught her wildly throbbing clit between his lips and sucked her off. It was expertly done, and it only took seconds. Monica was stunned at how fast he could do it to her. A few hot, firm sucks and she was in orbit. A huge orgasm burst from her clit and flamed out to engulf her whole body, making her convulse and writhe.
"Ahhhhhh, honey, you did it, I'm coming!" she wailed.
She was writhing so hard, he had to let her go. He lowered her legs from his shoulders and let her roll around on the big bed as the powerful orgasmic spasms shook her body. Monica had never come so hard in her life. It was almost a full minute before her spasms ended, and she lay there gasping for breath. This sure beat anything she could do for herself by masturbating.
She glanced over at Mark and saw him kneeling there, watching her. His prick was so stiff, it hugged his belly, and it was leaking a thick river of cream. He'd hardly even allowed her to touch it before, but now she was determined to do some exploring. She rolled to her hands and knees and crawled over to him, her eyes locked hotly on his drooling blue-veined prick.
"And just what do you have in mind, young lady?" he grinned.
"You'll find out," she growled.
She crouched right in front of him, stuck out her tongue, and began licking his cock. It was the first time she'd ever gone down on a guy, but it came to her naturally. Everything about Mark turned her on, so naturally she wanted to lick and taste his cock. She started gobbling up his salty juices and discovered that she really got off on the taste.
"Mmmmm, mmmmmm," she murmured.
Mark gave a lusty shiver, and she could hear his harsh excited breathing as she ran her hot wet tongue all over his prick. She cleaned the cream from his swollen purple cock head, then began licking her way down the thick steel-stiff shaft, coating it with her hot spit. When she reached the base of his cock, she didn't stop. She just licked her way right on down to his balls, lathering the engorged bags, whipping with her busy little tongue. Mark groaned, and more thick cream welled up in his piss hole.
"Baby, I'm about to come," he growled. "You better go easy with that stuff."
"Just one more taste," Monica gurgled.
She whipped her wet tongue back up the granite column of his cock and scooped the salty cream out of his piss hole. She rolled the hot liquid around on her tongue, savoring the taste, then gulped it greedily. She felt like she could never get enough of that special flavor, and she found herself drooling all over the head of his cock.
She could have gone on for a long time lapping up his juice and eating it, but Mark's arousal had reached fever pitch and he was dangerously close to coming. He gently but firmly rolled her onto her back, spread her legs, and crawled between them. Monica looked up at his enormous rock-hard prick and gulped. The big moment had come. Her long preserved virginity was about to go.
"Easy," Mark whispered, "I'll be as gentle as I can."
Monica nodded, but she couldn't speak. She couldn't even move. Mark was letting himself down on her, his hard hairy body pinning, her to the bed. The enormous head of his prick found its way to the untried opening of her cunt, spreading her pussy lips wide. It felt like somebody was forcing, a cannonball up her cunt. Mark grunted lustily and continued to ease his throbbing cock into her.
Monica just resigned herself to being split in half, and she gritted her teeth and tried to be brave. She didn't want to ruin their first fuck by being a cry-baby. But the strange thing was, as Mark glided his wrist-thick boner into her, it started to feel good. Her cunt was tiny, but it seemed to expand like elastic, and it was slick with cream. She felt him pushing deeper and deeper, and her excitement mounted.
"There, baby, you got it all," he rasped.
She could feel his engorged prick throbbing against every inch of her cunt, butting up against her womb. She was totally crammed with it. He waited a moment, letting her get used to the sensation, then began to fuck her in slow, gentle strokes. She began to relax. It really did feel sexy and exciting to have a man's stiff cock stroking in her cunt. She started creaming again, and Mark gave a lusty shiver as he felt the molten liquid soaking his cock meat.
"Yeah, baby, get wet for me," he panted. "This is gonna be real good for both of us."
Monica could see that already. His stiff prick shaft was rubbing up and down over her clit, giving her hot little stabs of pleasure, and soon the pleasure was continuous. The more she relaxed, the better it felt. She let her instincts take over, and she started fucking back at him, moving her hips to his rhythm. That felt even better. Gurgling with pleasure and clawing his shoulders, she started to get very turned on.
"I get the idea you like this," Mark chuckled.
"Mmmmmm, do I ever," she moaned.
He began to fuck her faster, harder, and she responded with squeals and gurgles of pleasure. She began to wonder how she'd lasted to age twenty-one without fucking. It really was the most fun thing in the world. And the faster he did it to her, the better she liked it. She loved it when his big throbbing cock reamed her cunt and crammed it full.
"Ohhhhh, Mark, honey, I really love this," she moaned, "don't stop."
"Baby," he panted, "no way am I gonna stop."
He was fucking her very fast now, their bodies slapping loudly together, but she wasn't afraid. Not any more. Each deep thrust of his steel-hard cock gave her a blast of pleasure that made her moan and cream and almost come. Her horny hips worked to his rhythm, and she kept her legs wide open, taking his cock as deep as she could get it. She arched her body, greedily rubbing her clit against his sawing shaft.
"Unnnhhhhh, Mark, I'm gonna come," she whimpered.
"You and me both, baby," he groaned. "Let's do it now."
She didn't know how he managed it, but he got them both off at exactly the same moment. He cupped her ass and pulled her tight against him and fucked her till her teeth rattled. Pleasure shot from her clit like hot sparks. Then suddenly she was coming, and at that instant she felt her cunt filling with jizz for the very first time.
"Ahhhhhh, God, I'm coming, whaaahhh!" she wailed.
"Unnnnhhhh, fuck, shit, unnnggghhhh!" Mark groaned.
Her first fuck had been everything she'd dreamed of, and Monica went to sleep that night as a very satisfied newlywed. But she and Mark were rudely awakened a few hours later by the phone. Mark grabbed it, listened, grunted a reply, and then hung up with a big sigh.
"Damnit," he said, "I'd hoped this wouldn't happen, but there's an emergency in one of our offices back East, and I've gotta go straighten things out. I'll probably be gone a week."
"Oh, Mark, no," Monica cried. "Honey, can't I at least go with you?"
"There'd be nothing for you to do, baby," Mark said, "but I'll be back as fast as I can."
He was already out the door before Monica realized that at least she could go to the airport with him. She treasured every second she could get with Mark, and she didn't know how she was going to stand being without him for a week. She hurriedly dressed, raced downstairs, and caught a cab. They might have a few minutes together before his plane left.
On the way to the airport she found herself helplessly replaying their wild night together. Their love-making hadn't stopped with that first fuck. They'd gone on for hours, unable to keep their hands off each other. Monica was getting horny all over again just thinking about it. She wondered how in the world she was going to get through a whole week without sex.
At the airport she hurried for Mark's departure lounge, but as she arrived the passengers were already boarding the plane. She saw Mark in line and was about to call out to him, when she saw that he wasn't alone. He was standing beside a knock-out blond, whom Monica recognized as his secretary, Roberta. Mark and Roberta were holding hands.
Stunned, Monica slipped back out of sight and leaned against the wall. Obviously Mark hadn't told her everything about this trip back East. He'd neglected to mention that he was having an affair with his secretary and was taking her along for some fun and games.
"Mark Harrison," Monica muttered, "I'll get even with you for this -- believe me, I will!"
Chapter Two
Monica felt so stunned by what she'd seen that she hardly noticed anything on the way back to the apartment. The cab driver said a few things to her, just to make conversation, then gave up. This lady obviously was far, far away in her mind. They were almost to their destination before she began to perk up and notice the outside world.
They were stopped for a red light when Monica happened to glance out the window at the car in the next lane. It was a nice-looking little blue sports car, and the driver wasn't so bad-looking, either. In fact he was a hunk, a very attractive blond in his mid-twenties. He caught Monica's eye and grinned, and she found herself automatically grinning back.
Stop that, she scolded herself, you're a married woman.
But of course being married hadn't kept her husband from fooling around, had it?
Monica reddened with anger as she thought about what she'd seen at the airport. Mark and Roberta grinning at each other, holding hands, not bothering to hide their affair. It made Monica eager for revenge. The question was, what kind of revenge? She could demand a divorce and take Mark for every penny he had. But that didn't quite get it. The ideal way to punish Mark for his cheating would be to have an affair of her own -- several affairs, in fact!
And here was her first opportunity. The guy in the sports car was still smiling at her. She liked his looks, and she just happened to be quite horny. In an instant she made up her mind. She stared blatantly at him, then licked her lips in a slow suggestive way. She saw his eyes glow with lust. He was very much turned on to her, all right.
The light changed and they drove off, but the young man kept right beside Monica's cab. She told the driver to pull over as soon as he could. She got out of the cab, making sure her admirer saw her, and stepped into the nearest cocktail lounge. She'd hardly had a chance to order a vodka tonic before the handsome blond guy appeared.
"Hi, my name's David," he said, "may I sit down?"
"Please do, David," she purred, "my name's Monica."
As they chatted and sipped their drinks, Monica reminded herself that she was doing something outrageous. She'd only been married twenty-four hours, and her new husbands was the best catch in town. Yet here she was preparing to cheat on him. She really wasn't that kind of girl, and she certainly hadn't intended her marriage to be like this. But Mark hadn't left her with any choice. After what he'd done to her, she knew she wouldn't rest till she'd gotten her revenge.
David may have noticed her expensive diamond engagement and wedding rings, but he ignored them. He wasn't wearing any rings himself. This guy was young and free and horny, just the kind of partner Monica was looking for. There wouldn't be any heavy romantic involvement with David, just a lot of good hard fucking. She began to squirm with horniness as she thought about it.
"I was on my way to a job interview," David smiled, "but it could wait. I'd much rather show you my apartment."
"Why, David, I'd love to see your apartment," Monica cooed.
They took his car and drove a couple of miles. On the way, whenever she started to feel nervous or scared, Monica replayed that picture of Mark and his blond secretary holding hands at the airport. That stiffened her determination to get revenge. And of course there was another factor. Her pussy was on fire with need. She felt like she had to get laid or go crazy with frustration. But she was pretty sure David would take care of that problem!
His apartment was small and simple but neat. Monica really didn't notice the decor. They just went right to the bedroom and started taking off their clothes. They seemed to want exactly the same thing, a good fuck with no delays and no game-playing. And of course that was just like with Monica. She quickly stripped, dropping her clothes where she stood.
David's eyes swept hungrily over her tall big-titted body. He was still standing there in his shorts as she strode over to the bed and stretched out on it, parting her legs just a little to give him a teasing glimpse of her wet pink slit. His shorts were obscenely tented, and he gingerly eased them down over his hard-on. Monica creamed heavily as she caught sight of his stiff cock.
He was very well-hung, and he was all ready for action -- just exactly what she needed right now. She hungrily eyed his stiff drooling cock as he climbed onto the bed and grabbed her. Their bodies met in an electric shock of excitement, his steel-hard prick throbbing against her belly. They kissed, stuffing their tongues into each other's mouth. Monica ground her thighs together, her lust at the boiling point.
After so many years of resisting men, how could she get so turned on to a total stranger? That was easy. Monica realized that Mark had released all her buried desires, opened up the floodgates of her repressed lust. Before, she'd been able to hold her instincts in check. Not any more. Thanks to her husband's expert love-making, she had to satisfy her sexual needs -- and fast!
They came up for air at last, and David said hoarsely, "Baby, I don't know how I got so lucky, but I'm gonna give you a fucking you'll never forget."
"David," Monica purred, "that's exactly what I need. Let's do it. Let's not waste any more time."
As she spoke, she opened her legs wide and half pulled his big muscular body onto hers. She craved the feeling of having her cunt crammed with hot cock-meat, and she couldn't wait for him to take the first step. But he caught up fast. With a lusty growl he rolled on top of her and slammed his steel-stiff prick between her legs.
"Ohhhhhh, God, yessss," she hissed.
He was teasing her, sliding his rigid prick back and forth over the slippery flesh of her gash. But her impatient wriggling told him how urgently horny she was, and he got down to serious business. He shoved his big hands under her ass and cupped the firm little globes, then socked the fat head of his prick into the moist pit of her cuntal opening. Monica groaned in ecstasy as he pushed into her.
"Yes, yes, get into me," she cried.
She was just too damned horny to be shy or to try to hide her need. She soaked David's cock with searing cream as he glided his throbbing boner up her juice-slick pussy hole, and when his cock finally touched her womb, she sobbed with relief. This was the feeling she'd been craving ever since she woke up, a fat pulsating cock stuffing her greedy cunt.
"Christ, you're tight," David moaned happily.
And no wonder -- she'd been a virgin only yesterday. But she didn't tell him that. Her private life was none of his business. She wanted him as a stud, nothing more. And it looked as if he was going to fill that role perfectly. Cupping her hot little ass, holding her tight against him, he began sawing his stiff prick hard and fast in her famished pussy hole, giving her hot blasts of pleasure.
"My God, yes, fuck me," Monica groaned.
She clung to him, clawing his broad shoulders, nibbling his neck. He was giving her exactly what she needed, stiff deep thrusts with his rock-hard cock. Soon her instincts took over and she was fucking back at him, jerking her hips to his rhythm, trying to take his pistoning fuck tool as deep as she could get it. She felt herself hurtling toward orgasm. With a vigorous young stud like David, it was going to be easy to come.
She tried to forget that she'd come with only one other man in her whole life. She made every attempt to just blot Mark from her thoughts. She'd be damned if she'd let him spoil her act of revenge. And it got less and less easy to think about him as her excitement mounted. David was fucking her faster by the second, and her lustily jerking hips kept the pace. Their bodies began to slap loudly together.
"Unnnhhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee," she chanted hoarsely.
"Ahhhh, shit, it's good," David groaned.
They were both very excited, very turned on to teach other. Though they were strangers, they were beautiful young people instinctively attracted by each other's fine bodies. They just had to have each other, even if they never intended to meet again. David's rock-hard cock pounded in her hungry little cunt, and Monica creamed furiously, soaking his meat, as they both spun towards orgasm.
"Ohhhhh, Jesus," he moaned, "I'm gonna come."
"Me, too," she whimpered, "just fuck me a little more, I'm almost there."
"Baby, I wish I could go on fucking you forever," he growled.
He hammered it into her, his stiff shaft rubbing her clit with lightning speed. That put her over the edge. Her clit was so receptive, so greedy for sensation, that it collected hot pleasure to the bursting point. She felt a violent orgasm taking place in the depths of her cunt and radiating out to engulf her whole body.
"Unnnhhh, God, unnnhhhh, I'm coming!" she wailed.
"Awwwww, yeah, take my come!" David groaned.
He'd hardly felt the first powerful contractions of her spasming cunt before his balls exploded with their hot load and he was flooding her womb. The two horny young people bucked and writhed and moaned together as they came, shaking the bed. It had been a rough, hungry fuck, just what Monica had needed. Yet even while she was still coming, she knew that one orgasm wasn't going to be enough for her. Not today.
"Shit," David sighed, "I wish I hadn't gotten off so fast. You wouldn't have time to stay for another round, would you, Monica?"
Monica grinned broadly. "David, I'd love to," she purred.
David seemed to be thinking just like she was. He, too, was an absolute glutton for sex.
He wanted to pig out on those hot sensations till he literally couldn't take any more. She got him ready. She began a lusty massage of his cock with her strong cuntal muscles, squeezing and releasing in a steady rhythm. It wasn't long before she felt his swollen prick throbbing against every inch of her gripping twat.
"Wanta try it another way?" he leered.
"Sure, let's experiment," Monica grinned.
Mark was fantastic in bed, but in just one night he hadn't been able to show her everything. There was a whole lot she still had to learn about sex, so she was up for any kinky ideas David might have. He rolled off her, and she shamelessly ogled his rigid drooling cock. Then she let him position her on her elbows and knees, her firm little ass raised up.
He was breathing harshly as he knelt behind her and grasped her slim hips. She felt him fitting the engorged head of his cock into her juice-filled cunt mouth, spreading her delicate pussylips wide. Then he was pushing into her, filling her with that hot throbbing cockmeat. She clawed the bed and gurgled with excitement. Her thick cream overflowed her crammed box and gushed down her legs.
"Oooooo, yeah, stick it in me," she cried, "give me all of it, David."
"You got it, baby," he panted a moment later, "you got all of it."
He paused for a second while they both enjoyed the sensation. He felt his prick totally sheathed in the velvety wetness of her cunt. She felt his hot cock meat pulsating inside her. Then he began to fuck her in quick hungry strokes, and she responded with gurgles and squeals of delight. She was just too horny for any gentle love-making. She needed to be fucked hard -- and he was giving her just what she wanted.
"Unnnhhh, yesss, fuck it to me, fuck hard," she moaned.
David was bursting with curiosity about this gorgeous young brunette. He couldn't understand how such a desirable female had gotten so horny, or why she'd pick up a complete stranger and fuck him. But he sensed that she didn't want to talk about these things. He decided it was just better to enjoy his fantastic luck and not spoil things with a lot of questions.
Still it was hard not to wander. Her expensive rings glittered as she clawed the bed, telling him that she was very much married. Where was her husband? And more to the point, how had he let his beautiful young wife get so hard up for sex? David wondered -- but he said nothing. And soon his curiosity was forgotten, replaced by insane lust. He fucked her harder and harder, till her whole body shuddered with the impact.
"Too rough for you?" he panted.
"No," she moaned, "I need it that way, I love it."
It was true. The harder he fucked her, the more aroused she got. She wasn't faking it, either. She couldn't fake her hot creaming, those sizzling spurts of juice that soaked his prick each time he plowed into her. The harder he did it to her, the heavier her creaming. The pearly liquid was flooding down her legs in a steady stream.
"Make me come, David," she whimpered, "I just have to come again."
"You got it, baby," he leered.
He hammered his stiff cock into her with lightning speed, and he reached around her and sought out the throbbing bud of her clit. He caught the slippery button between his thumb and forefinger and gave it a steady firm massage, matching the fast hard strokes of his pistoning cock. That did it for Monica. She shuddered violently and began to come.
"Oooooooo, shit, whaaaahhhhhh!" she howled.
David felt her cunt clamping hard around his meat, sucking at it as if to draw the boiling jizz right out of his balls. But he had his second wind now and was determined to go on fucking this luscious lady as long as she'd let him. He grasped her hips tightly and went on hammering his cock into her spasming cunt till she finally went limp.
"Ummmmm, that was nice," she sighed, "I really needed that."
"I noticed," David chuckled. "How about trying it another way now?"
"Sure," she laughed, "why not?"
She had all the time in the world, and all the lust. It seemed that those years of preserving her virginity had to be paid for. She was going to have to be fucked a whole lot to make up for all that time without sex. She watched eagerly as David drew his stiff dripping prick out of her cunt and stretched out on his back. His handsome blue-veined boner stood straight up, glistening with cream. Monica shivered lustily as she studied that rigid column of meat.
"Come and sit on it, honey," David grinned. This was a position she hadn't tried yet, and she was hot to find out what it was like. Quickly she straddled him and brought the moist mouth of her cunt down to touch the fat purple head of his cock. He took over then, grasping her tiny firm waist and socking his bulbous cock head into her cuntal opening. She creamed all over the hard knob of prick flesh.
"Yessss," she hissed, "stick that big thing into me."
Her shameless response was arousing David out of his mind. He gave a snort of lust and crammed his cock into her, pushing to her womb in one greedy thrust. He watched her pretty face twist into a lusty grimace as he filled her with the hot throbbing meat. She soaked his prick with a huge molten rush of cream. Her cunt was hot as fire inside.
"Hang on, honey," he leered, "'cause I'm gonna take you for a long hard ride."
That was just what Monica wanted to hear. She wasn't anywhere near satisfied yet. Even after two violent orgasms she was still very, very horny. Maybe Mark had created a monster, a female who could never get enough sex. She'd find out. If he was going to be a way for a week, that would give her plenty of time to experiment, to find her sexual limits -- if she had any!
Now she gurgled in ecstasy as David hammered his stiff boner in her greedy little pussy. Her head lolled back, and her eyes were closed tight, as she shut out all other thoughts and sensations. She was conscious only of David's iron-hard thick cock reaming and stuffing her cunt, giving her blast after blast of pleasure. She creamed heavily onto his pistoning prick. She couldn't stop that molten flood.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, fuck my pussy good," she panted.
While she enjoyed the deep hard thrusts of his cock, David was enjoying the view. There were lots of arousing sights when the woman was on top. He could watch her lust-contorted face and flashing teeth as she responded to his rough fucking, or he could observe her luscious big tits swinging heavily back and forth with the impact of his fucking. But perhaps the most exciting thing of all was to watch his cock in action, pistoning hard between her juicy cunt lips.
"Take it, baby, take my cock," he growled.
"Yes, give it to me, fuck me forever," Monica howled.
She really meant it. She just wished there was some way to have this handsome stud in her bedroom every time her husband went away on business. But she didn't intend to get involved with David. He didn't know her last name, and she didn't know his. They both wanted it that way. And they knew this would be their one and only encounter.
Now David was spinning out of control, fucking into her faster and faster, till her body shook and shuddered with the impact. Each deep rough thrust of his cock gave her a bomb blast of pleasure. She could have come easily, but she greedily clung to those hot sensations he was giving her, never wanting them to end. But at last the pleasure was too much for her.
"Unnnhhhh, David, that's it, I'm coming!" she howled.
Her cunt went into hard convulsions around his cock meat, and this time he couldn't hold out against that sensuous sucking action. "Ahhhhh, shit, I'm coming, unnnggghhh!" he roared, jetting his load into her womb.
"Yes, cream me, give it to me!" Monica wailed.
It had been a terrific fuck, but when it was over they jumped right up and started to dress. "Can you still make that job interview, David?" Monica asked as they were leaving his apartment.
"I have a little confession to make," he smiled. "I wasn't going for an interview. I was going to propose to my girl, then take her to get a marriage license. I'm still gonna do it. But you were my last fling, Monica."
"Why, David," Monica purred, "I'm so glad I could help out."
Chapter Three
As Monica let herself into her apartment, she felt a pleasantly bruised sensation in her cunt. That was the only evidence of what she'd just done. It seemed unreal to her that she'd just fucked a stranger, but then the whole day had been pretty unreal.
It had started with her brand-new husband being jerked out of her bed and out of her life by that business emergency. Then she'd discovered his affair with his secretary. Then she'd picked up the first attractive man she met. Yes, it had been a very unusual day, and very busy. Yet she had a hunch that it wasn't over yet.
She showered, had something to eat, cleaned up the apartment, then sat on the couch and yawned. Without Mark there really wasn't anything to do, nobody to cook for or talk to or go out with. She knew she couldn't take a whole week of sitting in the apartment by herself, and she sure as hell couldn't go a whole week without sex.
In fact even after her hot fucking with David, she was starting to feel lusty again. She thought of all the attractive men out there, all the horny ones, and the terrific adventures she could have with them, and her pussy got all hot and wet and swollen. Why not just fuck every attractive guy she met? After what Mark had done to her, she didn't feel that she had to play by the rules.
Her mind made up, she dressed in a sexy black dress that was cut very low in front, showing the deep cleavage of her big firm tits. She knew she looked outrageously sexy in that dress. She'd worn it on her first date with Mark, and he'd spent the whole evening staring down the front of it. But she wasn't going to think about Mark tonight.
No, she was going to go out to a high-class bar and pick up a man, and she wasn't going to give her cheating husband a single thought. Why should she? She applied her make-up carefully, brushed her long dark hair till it gleamed, then strolled out without a twinge of guilt. All she felt was excitement about the adventures and the men which awaited her.
She found a cocktail lounge she'd never visited before and took a small table by herself. Right away she wondered if she'd made a mistake. Every unattached man in the place was staring at her, like a pack of wolves surrounding a lone lamb. Even the men who were there with dates had a hard time keeping their eyes off her. Nervously she ordered a double martini. She needed the alcohol to relax her. She wasn't used to having a whole roomful of men undress her with their eyes.
A lot of them looked as if they'd like to come over and talk to her, but only one of them did. He was more confident than the others, and he approached her as if he had no fears of being turned down. He was maybe fifty, tall, distinguished-looking, with salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly groomed mustache. Monica liked his appearance very much.
"Good evening," he smiled, "my name is Kurt. I'd love to buy you a drink and sit and talk with you."
"Why, thank you, Kurt, that sounds nice," Monica said.
He was an expert at seductions. He never got out of line, never said a thing she could object to, yet he seemed to be oozing sex signals. Just his eyes and his voice got her turned on like crazy. She wasn't sure how he did it, but she definitely wanted more of it -- a whole lot more. If he was as good at fucking as he was at talking, she could hardly wait.
"It's noisy in here," he said after awhile, "would you like to go to my apartment? It's not far away."
"All right, Kurt," Monica said, trying to hide her eagerness.
She got more and more impressed as the elevator rose in the modern apartment building a few blocks away. They didn't get off till they reached the penthouse suite at the very top. Kurt ushered Monica into a luxuriously furnished apartment with huge rooms and a sweeping view of the city. He already had a pitcher of martinis on ice, as if he'd been expecting to score. This guy seemed to be successful at everything he did.
"This apartment is beautiful, Kurt," Monica said.
"Speaking of beautiful," he said, moving close to her.
He didn't finish his sentence. He gave her a steamy deep tongue kiss that made her cream right through her panties and turned her knees to rubber. Then he calmly handed her a drink and sat down on the enormous white couch. Monica stood there sipping her drink and waiting to see what he wanted. This was the kind of man who called all the shots.
He slowly and carefully studied her figure, sipping his martini, taking his time. Finally he said, "You're a very beautiful girl, Monica. I have a feeling this evening is going to be very exciting for both of us. I'd like you to begin by going down on me."
Monica reddened. His request was very abrupt. But at the same time she felt a surge of lust. She drained her glass, set it aside, and knelt before him on the deep soft rug. She leaned forward, between his legs, and unzipped his fly. She was surprised to find that he wasn't wearing shorts. He didn't seem the type to go without them. But maybe he believed in being prepared.
She eased his cock out of his pants and rested it on her palm. She dipped her head down, stuck out her little pink tongue, and began to lick his cock meat. He shivered a little but otherwise showed no reaction. He was a very cool customer, this Kurt. He went on sipping his martini while she tongued his prick and lathered it all over with her hot spit.
When she'd coated his whole cock, she lifted it up and caught it between her red-glossed lips and sucked it into her mouth. Another lusty shiver from Kurt and maybe just a low moan, she wasn't sure. She sucked in his whole long semi-rigid cock, sheathing it in the juicy heat of her mouth. She began to suck it greedily, making a lewd slurping noise.
"Yes, that's it, suck," Kurt said hoarsely.
So she was getting to him after all. She had further proof a few minutes later as his cock swelled to its full dimensions, cramming her mouth. It mushroomed right back into her throat, almost choking her, and she had to draw back a little. She fisted the thick hairy base and sucked the rest, giving it to him forcefully and fast. She was hungry for him to cream, and she couldn't hide it.
"Mmmm, uuummmmm," she moaned.
Kurt smiled and nodded approvingly, then went back to sipping his martini. The guy was rich and attractive, and he'd undoubtedly had hundreds of pretty girls up to his apartment. It wouldn't be easy to surprise or impress him. Still he seemed to be enjoying himself in his own cool way, his handsome face getting a little flushed, his breathing getting heavier and louder.
"Yes," he whispered, "I like to be sucked hard. I like a woman who's hungry for it."
Monica caught herself drooling all over his cock as the first tasty globs of cream bubbled from his piss hole. They dropped onto her taste buds, and she savored them before swallowing. She kept suctioning the hot liquid out of the cleft of his cock, greedily eating his cream. Again he nodded his approval. He clearly liked it that she didn't hide her hunger for his cock.
As her excitement mounted, she sucked faster and faster, still making that obscene wet noise. She could feel his meat throbbing on her tongue. Thick gobs of cream oozed out of his piss hole and dropped onto her tongue, where she greedily savored them. With her hot little fist she kept pumping the thick shaft of his prick, working to the rhythm of her sucking lips.
"Very good," he rasped. "You really like doing that, don't you, Monica?"
Of course she couldn't answer and wasn't expected to. She just went on sucking, and now she was starting to get a real reaction from him. Even Kurt couldn't keep his cool forever. He slumped back on the couch and began to breathe loudly and harshly, and his face got very flushed. His cream was oozing out steadily now.
"Massage my balls," he ordered hoarsely.
With her free hand Monica reached into his pants and carefully drew out the hot coarse haired bags. She massaged them to the rhythm of her sucking and felt them boil and throb with their hot load. Kurt's eyes rolled crazily, then closed tight, and she realized that he was right on the brink of coming. She gave his prick a long firm suck.
"Unngghhhhh, awwwww!" he groaned.
Suddenly Monica's mouth was full of his jizz. Her cheeks were almost bursting with the sizzling load. She gulped it down fast before it spurted from her lips. He groaned and filled her mouth again, and she gurgled happily as she swallowed the delicious thick cream. He went on pumping the stuff into her mouth for almost a minute, then sank back with a satisfied sigh.
"Excellent," he said. "You have a natural talent for cock-sucking, Monica. Now I'd like you to undress, please."
Monica found herself wanting to do whatever he asked. She stood up and unzipped her dress and let it float to the floor. He ogled the tightly-packed cups of her bra, and his eyes widened appreciatively as she removed the bra and her big ripe tits stuck out firmly. She wriggled out of her bikini panties and stood before him naked.
"Your husband is a very lucky man," Kurt said, his eyes roaming hungrily over her gorgeous young body.
"Let's leave my husband out of this, please," Monica said.
"Oh, sorry, I really shouldn't pry," Kurt smiled. "It won't happen again, I promise you. Now please come over here and lie down on the couch."
Monica obeyed, and he positioned her on her back with one leg draped up over the back of the couch and the other dangling off the edge. Her pussy was fully exposed to the light of the room. Kurt stood up and studied the moist pink flesh and its fringe of delicate dark curls. He took off his clothes neatly and gradually, as cool as ever.
He was in terrific shape for a man his age, lean and hard-muscled. Monica was very turned on by his body. It was also turning her on in a kinky way to lie there with her slit exposed to his hungry eyes. She was creaming heavily, and he must have noticed the pearly liquid overflowing her cunt and trickling down over the puckered mouth of her shitter.
He must have known she was hot for him, but still he took his time, folding his clothes as he removed them and carefully setting them aside. Whatever way he'd made all his money, Kurt was clearly used to letting people wait. But Monica was sure he never waited for anyone. Anybody coming between Kurt and his goals would simply be written out of his life.
She sensed he was a hard-playing, ambitious man and also very sensual. He had good control of his emotions, but he was basically a sex maniac just like she was. Naked, he lay down between her legs, and although he looked perfectly cool, she could feel him breathing heavily on her naked pussy. Then she felt the first hot touch of his tongue on that swollen sensitive flesh, and she shivered with excitement.
"Mmmmm, yesss, go down on me, Kurt," she murmured, "I just love that."
Kurt seemed pretty fond of it himself. In fad it wasn't long before Monica realized that pussy-eating was his favorite indoor sport. Characteristically, he took his time, lapping every inch of her tangy-tasting slit, lathering every bit of it with his hot spit. His stiff probing tongue snaked into every hot fold and cranny of her aroused gash.
"Ohhhh, God, that's so good," she whimpered.
In her hot arousal she was creaming steadily, and Kurt greedily tongued up every bit of her cream and gobbled it. He acted like he couldn't get enough of the musky juice. His tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, lapping and probing and teasing. But finally he began to concentrate on just one spot, the hooded little bud of her clit.
Of course that was the best spot of all, the most sensitive and receptive. Monica gurgled with pleasure as Kurt ran the stiff tip of his tongue around and around the stiffening shaft of her joy button, teasing it into its own tiny hard-on. He tongued her clit in that swift circular motion till it was engorged and rigid, swollen up with lust. In that condition it was twice as sensitive as usual. He began to whip it with the pointed tip of his tongue, and Monica almost flew off the couch.
"Unnnhhh, yessss, lick me there," she cried.
He flicked his tongue stiffly up and down over her wildly throbbing joy button, doing it fast and firmly, giving her a continuous buzz of hot sensation. Monica loved it. She soaked his bobbing chin with hot spurts of pussy cream, and she clawed the couch as he expertly tongued her to a fever pitch of arousal. She felt like she had to come or go crazy.
"Do it to me, get me off," she pleaded hoarsely, "I just have to come, Kurt."
"Don't worry, my dear," he chuckled. "You'll have all the orgasms you want tonight."
That was hard to believe, but he sounded confident. And if he could eat pussy like that, he could get her off dozens of times, that was for sure. Now he was jamming his lips onto her erect clit and starting to suck her off. She gave a yelp of delight and closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the fantastic sensations he was giving her with his swiftly massaging lips.
"Oooooo, shit, yessss, I'm almost there," she hissed.
The big room echoed with the obscene wet sounds of his sucking, but the noise just added to Monica's insane arousal. The guy was driving her to a frenzy of need, and she arched her body up sharply, shoving her clit between his lips, desperate to come. She really didn't have to work at it, though. In seconds Kurt had her teetering on the brink of climax.
Feverishly horny, Monica whimpered and groaned as he sucked her off. She felt the hot orgasm starting at the base of her clit and exploding outward, shaking her whole body deliciously. Her thick molten cream gushed out in uncontrollable floods, drenching Kurt's face, and her body went into violent convulsions of pleasure.
"Ohhhhh, God, you did it, I'm coming!" she screamed.
Kurt rose to his knees and watched the results of his expert pussy-eating. Monica's tall body was bucking helplessly, her luscious big tits wobbling like jello. Her pretty face was all contorted with lust, her teeth flashing. It took her almost a full minute to finish coming, and then she sank back and gasped for breath. Kurt didn't give her much time to rest, though. She'd barely finished her first climax when he began working her toward a second one.
"Ohhhhh, my God, ohhhh," she gasped as he plunged his head between her thighs.
This time there was no preliminaries. He went right for the target. Monica gurgled in ecstasy as he crammed his whole tongue up her cunt. Making the wet meat long and rigid, he plowed it into her clear to the root, filling her with it. Then he began to tongue-fuck her in rough fast strokes, and she clawed the couch and wailed.
"I love it, Kurt, I love it," she cried.
Again that lewd wet sucking sound echoed through the room, but this time it was caused by his thick tongue pistoning up and down in her snug cunt and reaming out her juice. Monica let her head loll back, and she closed her eyes, surrendering herself completely to his expert tongue. She'd never felt such exquisite pleasure in her life.
"Ohhhhh, yes, don't ever stop," she sobbed, "do it to me forever, Kurt."
If he put a much skill and care into making money as he did into eating pussy, he had to be a millionaire. Within a minute or two he had Monica whimpering on the verge of another body-wracking climax. Even though she'd just come like crazy, she was ready to come again.
Kurt pistoned his stiff tongue faster and faster in her greedily gripping cunt, and the pleasure built in her pussy till she couldn't contain it any longer.
"Ohhhh, God, ohhhh, I'm coming!" she howled.
This time Kurt stayed with her, clutching her ass and holding her squirting pussy right against his face. He kept his big tongue buried to the hilt in her convulsing cuntal tube, feeling the hungry hard spasms all around him. When she finally finished coming, he pulled his tongue out of her and licked his lips to get the last drops of her tangy-tasting come.
Then, without another word, he rolled her over into the doggy position. Monica clutched the arm of the couch to steady herself, then whimpered shrilly as he eased his rock-hard boner into her cunt. His horniness was showing at last. He couldn't be slow and methodical this time. He started fucking her roughly, urgently, and he groaned with delight as he sheathed his prick in her velvety wet pussy hole.
"Ahhhhh, Christ, yessss," he moaned.
"Yes, fuck me, Kurt," Monica cried, "really give it to me."
His belly was slapping loudly against her ass as he hammered his prick into her, but she didn't mind his roughness at all. She needed it. She had a whole lot of lust stored up from those virginal years, a whole boiling caldron of needs and desires. She hoped he'd fuck her till she couldn't take it any more. Then maybe she'd be satisfied at last.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted hoarsely.
Kurt was groaning steadily now, hammering his stiff prick into her with all his speed and strength. The big couch creaked and rocked. Monica clutched the arm, her body shaking and shuddering with the impact of his lusty fucking. Each powerful thrust gave her a bomb-blast of pleasure and made her cream furiously, soaking his pistoning prick. She could have come at any moment, but she greedily prolonged her excitement.
"I'm going to come," Kurt groaned, "any second now."
Always the gentleman, he was warning her that she'd better get off while, she still could. Monica tightened her cunt around his hammering prick, making red-hot friction. That was all it took to send her into orbit. She felt the orgasm exploding out from the depths of her cunt and flaming through her body.
"I'm coming, Kurt!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, my God, am I coming!"
"Ahhhhhh, Christ, aaagghhh!" he roared. Monica gurgled blissfully as he sizzled his come into her greedily gulping twat. It occurred to her that she hadn't thought about her brand-new husband for almost an hour. But that was only fair. She was certain that Mark wasn't thinking about her, either. He was probably too busy having fun with Roberta, his lovely blond secretary.
"Let's have a rest and a drink, then get back to this," Kurt proposed.
"All right, Kurt," Monica purred, "why not?"
Chapter Four
It was a long night, and Monica didn't get home till almost dawn. Kurt was a fantastic lover, and he'd shown her just about everything there was to know about fucking. She had to admit to herself that she was not only getting her revenge against Mark, she was also having the time of her life!
She slept late, then took a long hot shower. She wondered how she'd spend the day. She'd love to have seen Kurt again, and she suspected the feeling was mutual, but he had business to take care of. Maybe he'd call her later. She certainly hosed so, because she was getting horny again.
"My God, Monica, what's the matter with you?" she laughed.
All those years she'd been able to control herself, never letting her lusts cloud her judgment, never letting her needs carry her away. Now she had no control at all. She thought about all the exciting things she and Kurt had done to each other last night, and her pussy swelled up, all hot and juicy and ready. Only there was no man around to help her out.
Sighing, she stepped out of the shower and started drying off. She noticed that the sink faucet was dripping. It had been dripping ever since she moved into the apartment, but she and Mark had been too busy fucking to do anything about it. Maybe now was the time. She could call the building maintenance man and have him come up and look at it. Who knows, maybe he'd even be attractive.
Monica laughed at herself. She couldn't get her mind off sex even when dealing with a leaky faucet. But just in case the handyman did turn out to be a hunk, she dressed for the occasion, choosing a filmy blue negligee with matching bikini panties, no bra. You could just see through the fabric and make out the vague dark outline of her big nipples. No male between nine and ninety could fail to be turned on by that outfit.
Of course with her luck, the janitor, or whoever he was, would be ninety-one. She picked up the phone, dialed the number, and was answered by a strong bass voice. The guy was named Roy, and he said he'd be right up. Monica liked his voice, and she just hoped the body matched it. A few minutes later she opened the door and let him into the apartment.
She was in luck. This guy was really built, a regular muscle man, and he was probably in his late thirties. His hair was thinning on top, but that just added to his powerful mature image. He was about six-feet-three, a good two hundred and fifty pounds, a gorgeous big animal. Monica could hardly take her eyes off him, and he seemed to have trouble looking away from her, too.
"Thanks for coming up so fast, Roy," she cooed.
"Hey, no problem, Mrs. Harrison," he said.
"Call me Monica," she smiled. "This way, please."
She showed him the leaky faucet, and he had it repaired in no time. All he had to do was replace a washer. Meanwhile Monica was frantically brewing some coffee and laying out some donuts, as an excuse to keep him in the apartment awhile longer. She couldn't control her naughty thoughts. She just had to know if his cock was as big as the rest of him.
"That should do it, Monica," he said, sticking his head into the dining area.
"Terrific, Roy," Monica beamed. "Join me for some coffee?"
"Sure," he said, "it's a slow day for a change."
He sat opposite her and kept sneaking glances at her tits. Not only could he see the outline of her nipples, but she'd let the gown gape in front, showing her deep cleavage. Roy was definitely a tit man. He was so busy gawking at her breasts that he was almost pouring coffee down his face. So far, so good. Monica was really enjoying this seduction. She just hoped he didn't have any hang-ups about making it with married women.
"I'm glad you're here, Roy," she sighed. "My husband had to go off on a business trip, and I'm feeling so lonely."
"Hey, you and Mr. Harrison just got married, didn't you?" Roy remarked. "What a bummer, him having to leave so soon."
"Tell me about it," Monica groaned. "Gosh, I get so horny, I almost go out of my mind."
Roy slowed turned red. It was part shock and part arousal, Monica was sure. He seemed totally stunned by her announcement that she was horny. While he sat there staring at her, she stood up and untied the belt of her gown. She let the gown slither off her shoulders and drift to the floor. She stood before him smiling, wearing only her skimpy blue bikini panties.
"I'm horny right now, Roy," she cooed, "so horny I can hardly stand it."
Roy opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. There was a low kind of growl, that was all. He ogled her gorgeous big titted body and swallowed hard. Monica just stood there smiling enticingly and letting him look. He made several more attempts to speak and finally got the words out, his voice hoarse with arousal.
She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her lacy little panties and started easing them down. Roy's lust-glazed eyes followed their progress. As the first dark pussy curls popped into view, he groaned. Monica turned and showed him the firm little globes of her ass as she unveiled them. Then she faced him again and drew the panties down over her little triangular bush.
"It's all yours for the taking, Roy," she purred, letting the panties drop to the floor and kicking them away.
Roy stood up with a growl of horniness, almost knocking over the table. He strode to Monica, scooped her up in his powerful arms, and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. Roy wasn't much for words, but he'd certainly made his decision clear. He set her down on the bed and started taking off his clothes, never removing his gaze from her luscious sleek body.
It occurred to Monica that she was about to fuck another man in her marriage bed, the bed she shared with Mark. Maybe she should feel guilty about that, but she didn't. When she'd discovered her husband holding hands in public with another woman, that had given her a license to do any damned thing she pleased.
No, she didn't feel the least guilt or hesitation about bring another man to that bed. She eagerly watched Roy as he stripped. She wondered how he kept his biceps from bursting through his work shirts.
"Gosh, Roy, you must work out," she said. "Yeah, every day," he said proudly. "You like what you see?"
"Mmmmm, I sure do," Monica grinned.
"Good, 'cause I sure like what I see," he replied, his voice husky with anticipation.
He was down to his shorts now, and Monica was almost panting with eagerness as she watched him gingerly peel the garment down over his hard-on. His cock was even larger than she'd expected, the biggest dick she'd ever seen. The guy was hung like an elephant.
She gurgled with arousal and creamed hotly, soaking her inner thighs. As Roy slid onto the bed and grabbed for her, she was shaking with horniness.
"I figure I must be dreaming all this," he chuckled, "but I'm gonna enjoy it anyhow."
"So am I, Roy," Monica gurgled.
He rolled onto his back and easily lifted her up to straddle him. There was no question of them fucking man-on-top. His huge hard body would have crushed her. Her knees hugging his hips, Monica pushed the slippery hot mouth of her cunt against the enormous purple head of his cock. Teasingly she rubbed her cuntal opening around on the big knob of flesh. But Roy was too horny to endure her teasing for very long.
"Lady," he growled, "I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
He grasped her tiny firm waist and started easing his prick into her. Monica felt like she was taking a baseball bat up her newly deflowered cunt. But she wasn't going to panic. She'd felt the same way the first time Mark stuck his cock into her, and she'd survived. She'd not only survived, she'd ended up loving it. She reined now as much as she could and let her twat expand.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, Jesus, you're tight," Roy groaned.
It was almost an impossible combination, her tiny, tight, near-virgin cunt and his incredibly huge cock. But her horny creaming made the way slick, and her greedy box expanded, letting him fill it with his engorged boner. Monica could feel his meat throbbing against every inch of her cuntal tube. Finally it touched her womb, and she felt so full of cock she could hardly breathe.
Roy paused for breath, his prick fully into her, only his enormous coarse-furred balls showing. "Jesus," he panted, "I didn't think we were gonna make it. You got the tightest box I ever fucked."
"Well, you've got the biggest cock I ever fucked," Monica laughed, "so no wonder it's a tight fit."
"We'll make it work, though," Roy grinned. He began fucking her in long, deep, sensuous strokes, still letting her get used to his enormous steel-hard boner. Monica rode it with sighs and gurgles of pleasure, creaming steadily. The molten liquid was reamed out by his cramming prick, and it gushed down her thighs and soaked his balls. Before long she had the urge to fuck back at him, and she followed it.
"Mmmmmm, yes, fuck me with that big thing," she moaned, jerking her hips to his rhythm.
Each time he thrust into her, she came back with a counter-thrust, taking his monster cock as deep as she could get it. She'd never felt so full of cock before, so excitingly crammed. His enormous dick split and spread her pussylips till they looked like they'd burst. But she wasn't nervous any more. She knew her pussy would greedily expand to take even the largest cock. Her hot lust would solve the problem.
"Fuck me faster now, Roy," she moaned. "You're sure you can take it?" he asked. "I'll let you know if I can't," she grinned. He grinned back and speeded up his fucking. The fit was still fantastically tight, but the way was slippery with Monica's uncontrollably gushing cream. She kept the pace, fucking back at him with greedy jerks of her hips, fully impaling herself on his gigantic stiff cock. Her hot response got him even more aroused, and he fucked into her faster and faster.
"Awwww, shit, that's good," he groaned.
Monica leered down at him, shameless in her hot lust. She liked the effect she had on this powerful man. His face was twisted into a lusty grimace, his eyes rolling crazily. Each time he sheathed his throbbing cock in her juicy little cunt tunnel, he groaned in bliss. But Monica knew that the faster he fucked her, the closer he was to shooting his load. The ecstasy couldn't last forever.
Hammering his rigid cock into her, reaming out her cream in thick floods, Roy drove them both toward body-blasting orgasms. He reached up and cupped her bouncing tits, squeezing big fistfuls of hot silky flesh. Monica's head lolled back and her eyes rolled shut as she hovered on the very brink of climax. It was a kind of agony. She ached to come, yet she didn't want these fantastic sensations to end.
Finally she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body shuddered with the first orgasmic explosion that radiated from deep in her cunt. She screamed as the delicious convulsions overpowered her. Her pussy clamped like a hot vise around Roy's deeply-thrust cock, and he began to come, too, unable to hold back the sizzling jets of jism.
"Oooooo, shit, whaahhhhhh!" Monica howled.
"Unnggghhh, fuckin' Christ, aaaggghhh!" Roy thundered.
Monica was glad the apartment was well constructed, with thick walls, otherwise the neighbors would have wondered what in hell was going on. She and Roy yelled their heads off as they came, and the king-size bed creaked and groaned. As the delicious convulsions finally faded, she rolled off his dripping cock and panted for breath.
"Oh, my God, dial ever come," she sighed.
"You and me both," Roy said. He began to grin at her. "Hey, I wasn't dreaming after all, was I?" he went on. "We really did make it."
"We sure did," Monica grinned back, "and I hope you'll stay for another round. I really like fucking you, Roy. I'd love to do it again."
Roy looked as if he could hardly believe his luck. Monica crawled closer, dipped her head down, and began to lick his cock, cleaning it of all his salty come. Then she fisted the fat base and eased the rest of his prick into her mouth. She drew in her cheeks and started to suck, and Roy groaned in bliss, his cock throbbing on her tongue.
"Ahhhh, yeah, fantastic," he cried.
It didn't take long to work him to a fever pitch of arousal. Roy clearly loved to have his cock sucked. He lay there flushed and panting, his nostrils flaring wide with each hungry suck. Monica felt his prick give a lusty twitch, and then it began to grow. She wasn't prepared for how much it grew.
"Ummmph," she gasped.
Roy's cock mushroomed suddenly to its full dimensions, swelling up so thick that it forced her lips apart to the busting point. His prick ballooned into her throat, choking her. There was no way she could keep that monster cock in her mouth. She backed off, coughing and rubbing her throat, and Roy gave a wistful sigh.
"Damn," he said, "it happens every time. I never met a woman yet who could give me a blow-job."
"Well, Roy, don't give up hope," Monica answered, still rubbing her sore throat. "Maybe someday you'll meet a woman with a very big mouth."
"I already did," he sighed, "she's my wife. But she don't think it's nice to give head. You can't win."
"Oh, I don't know about that, Roy," Monica cooed. "Don't you think you're winning right now?"
She rolled into the doggy position as she spoke, and Roy ogled her luscious little ass and dripping pink slit. "Yeah, you're right," he growled, "I'm sure a winner today."
He crawled over to her and knelt behind her, then wedged the enormous meaty head of his cock into her tiny but juicy cuntal opening. Once again Monica felt like she was taking a cannonball up her cunt, but at least this time she knew she'd survive. She'd not only survive, she'd love it. She clawed the bed and gurgled with excitement as he crammed her full of his huge throbbing prick.
"Unnnhhh, yesss, stick it in me, Roy, give me every inch of that big thing," she moaned. Roy's loud ragged breathing told her how excited he was as he sheathed his prick to the balls in her steamy little fuck tunnel. Fully into her, he paused for breath, and she creamed all over his huge pulsating cock. Then he began to fuck her in deep slow strokes, luxuriating in the sensation of her hot and juicy twat hugging his cock. Each time his prick glided to her smoking depths, Monica gurgled blissfully.
"Mmmmmmmmm, yeah, Roy, that feels fantastic," she sighed.
"It sure as shit does," he chuckled.
Roy could still hardly believe what was happening. He'd never met Mark Harrison's new bride before, though he'd heard she was a knockout. When he walked into the apartment this morning he'd barely been able to control his lust. Monica was like something out of his jack-off fantasies, tall and big-titted and gorgeous, one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen. And now he was actually fucking her!
He didn't know how he'd gotten so lucky. And he sure couldn't figure out how a girl as attractive as Monica had gotten so hard up for sex. It was pretty stupid of Harrison to go off and leave her like that, but his loss was Roy's gain. The burly janitor grinned broadly as he worked his swollen prick in Monica's deliciously tight and juicy box.
"Good for you, baby?" he leered.
"Mmmmm, I love it, Roy," she gurgled, "keep doing it to me, don't stop."
Roy wished he never had to stop. He wanted to go on fucking this beautiful young woman forever. She was gurgling and moaning and creaming as she took his cock, and she wasn't shy about letting him know that she loved being fucked by him. He had a hunch that as long as he wanted to fuck her, she'd be up for it.
His hunch was correct. Monica felt like she could take his huge hard cock all day and night and not get tired of it. Each deep lunge of his prick was ecstasy to the horny young bride. His throbbing boner crammed her full, stimulating her cunt all over. She just couldn't stop creaming as she took those powerful deep strokes.
As Roy's excitement mounted, he began to fuck her faster and harder and that was fine with Monica. The harder, the better, as far as she was concerned. She clawed the bed and moaned in ecstasy as his wrist-thick cock hammered into her. Her big ripe tits swung heavily back and forth with the impact of his fucking, and his massive boner forced out her hot cream. The molten liquid gushed down her thighs in a steady flood.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted hoarsely, "fuck the living shit out of me, Roy."
Her shameless cries of encouragement were arousing Roy out of his mind. He gave a snort of lust and began fucking into her like a pile driver, his belly loudly slapping her ass. She had to grip the bedspread to keep from being knocked over by the force of his fucking. But she didn't protest -- she loved it! This nearly brutal fucking was just what she needed to satisfy all her stored-up needs.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, fuck me hard, Roy," she whimpered, "really give it to me, honey."
Roy's eyes were rolling crazily, and his breathing was harsh and ragged. He was right on the verge of coming, yet he greedily fought it off, wanting to prolong his pleasure. He had a feeling that his encounter with the horny young housewife was just a one-shot deal, and he wanted to make the most of it. But there came a point when he finally couldn't hold out any longer.
"Gonna come real quick," he gasped.
"Okay, Roy, just one second more," Monica panted. "Give it to me as hard as you can, and I'll come with you."
Roy obeyed, pulling out all stops, fucking into her like a pile driver. Her body rattled with the impact, and the big bed creaked and rocked. She almost expected the whole apartment building to rock, he was fucking her so hard. But it was just what she needed to put her into orbit. She screamed in ecstasy as a hot climax radiated out from the depths of her cunt.
"You did it, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Ohhhhh, shit, whaaahhhhh!"
"Awwwwww, Christ, arrrggghhh!" Roy bellowed.
As he pumped his boiling jizz into her, Monica just wished her husband could see her. Then he'd realize that two can play the adultery game. But it would be awhile before she could confront Mark, and in the meantime she intended to grab for all the fun she could get. Her revenge trip was turning out to be a lot more satisfying than she'd dreamed.
Chapter Five
After Roy left, Monica was surprised to find that it was only noon. A long day stretched ahead of her, and she didn't know how she was going to spend it. She began by taking another long shower. Then she dressed in shorts and halter and started giving the apartment a thorough cleaning.
Not that the place needed it. Mark had had it professionally cleaned just last week. But it gave her something to do. She knew if she just sat around, she'd soon be horny again. She was quickly discovering that the more sex she got, the more she wanted. She wondered if there was any limit to her desires. So far she hadn't found one.
In spite of her efforts to keep busy, the hours dragged, and it wasn't long before she started having sexy fantasies. She dusted, and vacuumed and mopped without realizing what she was doing, her mind far away. She imagined herself on a tropical beach, naked in the sun, getting it on with some handsome stranger. Her pussy swelled and creamed and heated.
"Cut it out, Monica," she scolded herself, "you really don't need this."
She didn't need to get horny when she had no man around. Oh, she could have called Roy again. He'd be more than willing to take care of any sexual needs she had. But she'd laid down a few rules for herself, and one was not to get involved with the men she fucked. It just wasn't a good idea. And with Roy living right in the same building, it could get messy.
So, much as she hungered for his massive hard cock, she kept herself away from the phone. She wished, she could control her thoughts as well as she controlled her hands.
She kept drifting back into lusty fantasies where she fucked all kinds of guys in exotic situations. Pretty soon she was so horny, she could have screamed with frustration.
Well, at least all those long virginal years had taught her something about dealing with horniness. She could still get off by using her own fingers. She decided it would be a good idea. Maybe if she satisfied her burning lust she could think about something else for a change. She flopped down on the couch and reached down inside her shorts and panties. Her pussy was boiling, feverishly hot.
"Mmmmm, yessss," she sighed, rubbing herself.
She massaged the lust-engorged folds of her slit, and it felt delicious. Of course she'd rather have had a man doing it to her, but this was pretty good. Long years of practice had made her an expert at masturbating. She caught the slick bud of her clit between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead it. Hot stabs of pleasure sparked through her pussy.
"Unnhhhh, yeah, that's it," she moaned.
This was her favorite way to get off and it would be just a matter of minutes before she reached that big pleasure-blast she so urgently needed. She closed her eyes and thought of nothing but the wonderful sensations radiating from her clit as she kneaded it. The pleasure built and built in her pussy till she was teetering on the brink of climax.
Just one or two more squeezes of her wildly pulsating joy button, and she'd come. But before she could do it, the doorbell rang.
"Shit," Monica moaned.
Of course she didn't have to answer it. She could just go on playing with herself and get that orgasm she needed so badly. She was really tempted to do that. On the other hand, her caller might be a man. That possibility was too good to pass up. Sighing, she drew her cream soaked fingers out of her shorts, got up, and walked to the door.
She could barely contain her disappointment when she opened it and found a little kid standing there. At least he looked like a little kid at first glance. He was just a little shorter than Monica, a young teenager, his body just starting to change from childlike to masculine. He stared at Monica, his eyes wide and wondering.
"Hey, doesn't Mr. Harrison live here any more?" he asked.
"Yes, he does," Monica replied. "I'm his wife."
"I didn't know he was married," the boy replied.
"It just happened yesterday," Monica smiled. "What can I do for you?"
"Oh, I'm Tommy, your paperboy," he said. "I'm here to collect."
"Of course, Tommy," Monica said, "please come in and I'll write you a check."
Tommy seemed to be having trouble controlling his eyes. They wouldn't stay off Monica's tits. She was wearing a very skimpy halter and no bra, her breasts bulging around the sides of the little garment and bouncing as she moved. The way he was gawking at her tits made her realize that he was no child. He was a horny teenager and that was a whole other situation.
He was a cute kid, too, with nice features and blond hair bleached almost white by the sun. He had a nice firm body, neat little ass in skin-tight jeans, tan face and arms. Monica felt the hot aching need in her pussy and looked at Tommy with new interest.
"How much is it, Tommy?" she asked, getting out her checkbook.
It took him a moment to answer, he was so absorbed in watching her tits bounce. As she wrote out the check, Monica was thinking fast. Could she really do something this outrageous? Could she seduce the paperboy? From the way he was gawking at her, she knew he'd be easy. All she had to do was take the first step.
And why not? What difference did age make? If they both wanted and needed each other, what else mattered? She signed the check and handed it to him, brushing his fingers with hers, and he gave a lusty shiver. He wanted her, all right. As he looked down to put away the check and write her receipt, she quickly removed her halter. When he looked up again, he was stating at her naked tits. His eyes got huge.
"I noticed you were staring at my tits, Tommy," she said, "so I thought you might like to see everything."
"Oh, gosh, Mrs. Harrison," he cried, turning red as a beet, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare."
"Oh, that's all right, Tommy," she purred, "and please call me Monica. Would you like to touch my tits?"
Without waiting for him to answer, she took his hands and placed them on her naked tits.
He moaned as he felt the hot silky flesh. She rubbed his palms all over her swollen thrusting breasts and watched the fly of his jeans go sharply tented with an uncontrollable hard-on. Yes, this was no little kid. He had all the instincts of a lusty adult male.
She let go of his hands and let him play with her tits. Panting, flushed, he squeezed and explored the big hot melons. Her nipples responded to the stimulus, going long and rigid, poking into his palms. The crotch of his jeans looked ready to burst from the pressure of his swollen cock and engorged nut sacs. Monica shivered with excitement.
"So you've never done anything with a girl before?" she went on.
"Right," he said, blushing even harder, "but I'd sure be willing to learn."
"I can see that," Monica smiled. "I think I can probably teach you what you need to know. Why don't we go in the bedroom and be more comfortable?"
"Oh wow, all right," Tommy cried.
He walked gingerly down the hall, his achingly engorged cock crowding his jeans. But when they got to the bedroom Monica quickly got rid of his discomfort. She tugged off his t-shirt, then dropped to her knees before him and helped him out of his shoes and socks. Then she unzipped his jeans and tugged them down. His jockey shorts were the last barrier, and she made quick work of them.
After helping him step out of his clothes, she remained kneeling there, her eyes on a level with his belly-hugging cock-stand. His prick looked delicious to her, firm and blue-veined and drooling. She just couldn't resist getting a taste of it. She stuck out her tongue and began licking his meat, and he groaned and shivered. She swirled her hot juicy tongue all over the sensitive taut skin of his prick.
"Oh, wow, Monica, that feels great," he sighed.
"I'll make it even better," she promised huskily.
She fisted his rigid prick and drew it gently toward her lips, drooling as she watched the thick cream welling up in his piss hole. She inserted the juicing head of his cock into her hot juicy mouth and began to suck. Tommy almost flew through the ceiling.
"Ohhhh, shit, yeah," he cried, then quickly added, "Excuse me for swearing."
"You say whatever you like, Tommy," Monica answered soothingly. "When a guy's excited, he can't be responsible for his language."
She popped his prick back into her mouth and sucked it greedily, making an obscene slurping noise that echoed through the room. Tommy groaned in ecstasy as she suctioned the hot cream from his piss hole and swallowed it. She didn't hide her hunger for his meat. She gulped down his juice as fast as she could get it. The overexcited boy didn't realized how fast he was hurtling toward orgasm.
"Awwwww, shit, fuck," he groaned, "you're getting me so hot, Monica."
He spun out of control and started fucking her mouth. Monica gurgled with excitement, knowing that in just a few seconds she was going to get a whole mouthful of his delicious cream. She sucked hard, matching his hungry rhythm, squeezing his pistoning cock between her tongue and cheeks. One more strong greedy suck and he was coming.
"Awwwww, Christ, awwwww!" he bawled. "Mmmmm, uummmm!" Monica moaned. He was filling her mouth with his hot salty cream, and she let it collect, savoring it, till her cheeks bulged with it. Then she gulped down the steaming load, just in time to get another. The horny teenager felt like he'd shot gallons of the stuff before he finally staggered backwards, his cock slipping from her lips. Then he came back to the real world.
"Oh, wow, Monica, I'm sorry I came so fast," he said, blushing hotly. "We hardly got to do anything."
"Don't worry, Tommy," she smiled, "that was just for openers. Let's go over to the bed and have some more fun, okay?"
"Okay!" he cried.
Before sliding onto the bed beside him, Monica quickly removed her shorts and panties. Tommy gawked at her neat little dark bush. He'd seen a few photos of naked women, but Monica seemed so much more beautiful and exciting. Her body was just fantastic, and he couldn't keep his eyes off her as she lay down and reached, for him.
"Let's start with a lesson in kissing," she smiled.
Tommy didn't mind this kind of schoolwork. She pressed her mouth onto his, then wriggled her tongue between his lips. As her wicked little tongue explored his mouth, he shivered lustily, and his tireless teenaged cock mushroomed into stiffness. Monica also gave a lusty shiver when she felt the hard cock meat poking against her belly.
"Mmmm-hmmmm," she murmured.
She went on with the sensuous steamy tongue-kiss, and Tommy's prick throbbed violently against her belly and began to leak hot sticky cream. She could hardly wait to get that rigid slab of meat into her horny little cunt, yet she didn't want to rush the boy's first experience with sex. It could be very helpful to him later if he learned just how to turn women on.
She kissed him till he was thrusting his hips against her in a helpless fucking motion, then drew back and said, "Now you try kissing me, Tommy."
"Oh, yes, ma'am," he sighed.
He was a very fast learner. He gave Monica a probing tongue-kiss that made her lust boil up to fever pitch. She creamed furiously, the molten juice overflowing her aroused twat and soaking her inner thighs. At last they came up for air again, and Tommy's face was flushed with horniness, his eyes hot and glazed. He was losing his shyness fast.
"I'd sure like to touch your pussy, Monica," he leered.
"Of course, darling," she cooed, "that's part of what I want to teach you. I want to show you just how a woman likes to be touched down there."
"Oh, fantastic," he said eagerly.
She rolled onto her back, bent her long shapely legs, and spread them wide. Tommy gawked at her pussy, the first real-live one he'd ever seen. He saw moist pink pussy flesh fringed with fine dark curls. Monica folded back the dark-furred lips of her cunt and showed him the pea-size lump of her clit. She took his index finger and pressed the tip of it to her juicy joy button, moving it in a circular motion.
"This will really turn a girl on," she told him. "Go ahead, try it by yourself."
Again Tommy proved himself to be a fast learner. He soon figured out exactly what speed and pressure she liked best, and Monica gurgled with pleasure as he stimulated her throbbing clit with the tip of his finger. She'd been about to get herself off this way when he arrived, but it felt even more exciting to have him do it to her. Masturbation was fun, but making love was even better.
"Mmmmmm, yes, Tommy, that's nice," she sighed.
"Can I get you off this way?" he asked eagerly.
"You sure can," she smiled. "Just keep doing it."
She closed her eyes and blotted out everything but the hot sparks of pleasure flying from her clit as the boy rubbed it. Molten cream flooded from her cunt, and Tommy watched the pearly liquid running down over the puckered mouth of her asshole. He was really excited to be playing with her pussy, and his cock gave a horny lurch and dripped hot cream. It made him feel very proud to be giving this beautiful older woman so much pleasure.
"Unnnhhh, yes, Tommy, just a little more," she moaned.
Tommy rubbed the tip of his finger around and around the heavily pulsating lump of her clit, and he watched her features twist into a lusty grimace. Her teeth flashed, and her nostrils flared as she panted. His finger was soon soaked with her spurting cunt cream. Even though he'd never gotten a girl off before, he sensed when Monica had reached the very brink of orgasm. He speeded up the circular motion of his fingertip, and she gave a sustained hoarse moan.
"That's it, baby, ohhhhhhh!" she cried, starting to writhe and buck. "Yes, yes, I'm coming!"
Tommy couldn't keep his finger on the target, because Monica was writhing all over the bed as she came. His cock felt ready to explode as he watched her. Naturally he wanted to fuck her. He wanted it more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life. But he didn't know how far she was willing to go with him. Maybe she just wanted some innocent fun and games while her husband was away.
"Mmmmmm, Tommy, that was so nice," she sighed as she finally stopped coming.
"I sure wish I could fuck you, Monica," he blurted out.
Then he turned red, and Monica couldn't help laughing. "Why, of course we can fuck, darling," she purred. "I was just saving that for last."
She held out her arms to him, and Tommy yelped with lust and crawled between her legs. He let himself down on her hot sleek body and felt her lust-stiffened nipples poking against his chest. He started jerking his cock against her juice-slick pussy but couldn't seem to find her cunt. It was frustrating as hell. But Monica came to the rescue, taking his prick and easing it into her cuntal opening.
"There, darling, now just push," she panted.
"Ahhhhh, slit, yessss," Tommy gasped.
There went his cherry -- and good riddance. Greedily he thrust to her womb in one long motion. His prick was sheathed to the balls in her snug and steaming cunt. It felt even better than he'd imagined in all his jack-off fantasies. Her pussy was tight and velvety and hot, a terrific place to stick his cock. He let his natural urges take over and began to fuck her in quick hard jabs.
"Unnnhhhh, yes, baby, give it to me real hard," she moaned, "don't be afraid of hurting me."
Tommy could hardly believe his luck. He hadn't expected to get laid, and here he was making it with a girl beautiful enough to be a centerfold. He was excited out of his mind, and he knew he wasn't going to last long. But he was going to enjoy hell out of the experience while it lasted. Moaning, panting, he hammered his nearly exploding cock in Monica's gripping but slippery pussy hole.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," Monica chanted, jerking her hips to his lusty rhythm.
Each time he slammed his cock into her, she moaned in ecstasy, obviously loving his rough fucking. She was creaming steadily, soaking his cock meat, and her voice was husky with arousal. Tommy loved everything that was happening. He loved feeling her big ripe tits wobbling against his chest, loved hearing her cries of pleasure. Most of all he loved her hot and gripping fuck tunnel.
But he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. "I'm gonna come, Monica," he groaned.
"Go ahead, baby, I'll come with you," she panted.
She arched her body to take the stiffly sawing shaft of his cock over her clit. It rubbed furiously back and forth over her ultrasensitive joy button, and with that kind of stimulus it only took her a few seconds to get off. Tommy felt his cock being drenched with the first hot rush of her come-cream, and her pussy convulsed around his meat.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, baby, you did it to me, I'm coming!" Monica wailed.
"Awwwww, fuckin' shit, awwwwwww!" Tommy bawled.
Monica gurgled happily as she took the boy's sizzling load. It was wickedly exciting to know that she was his very first fuck. She felt like she'd done her good deed for the day, introducing the horny kid to sex, teaching him how to score with girls. Of course she hadn't done it just to be nice. She'd helped herself out, too.
"Mmmmmm, Tommy, that was so nice," she sighed. "Do you feel different now?"
"I sure do," he grinned.
"Oh, you're old enough, all right," Monica chuckled. "I can testify to that."
Chapter Six
After Tommy left the day started to drag again.
Monica wasn't surprised to find her thoughts drifting helplessly towards sex. Obviously the more sex she got, the more she wanted. By evening she was as horny as ever, in spite of having made it with two different guys that day. All she could think about was how badly she wanted a man.
"Oh, come off it, Monica," she moaned, "can't you think about anything else?"
Apparently not. As hard as she tried, she couldn't get her mind off that fiery-hot sensation in her pussy, and she knew that the only thing she could do about it was to find a man to fuck. But where and how? It was evening now, and she didn't like the idea of going out alone after dark. She found herself moaning with frustration.
Just then the phone rang, and Monica almost knocked furniture out of the way getting to it. She answered and was very relieved to hear Kurt's voice.
"I've been thinking about you," he said, "and I want to get together with you again as soon as possible. I'm having a party tonight. How about coming?"
"Oh, Kurt, I'd love to," Monica cried.
"Terrific," he said. "Why don't you come early so we can be alone together?"
Monica agreed to that, too. She hadn't forgotten the exciting and kinky things she and Kurt had done together in his luxury penthouse apartment. She dressed quickly -- and hurried over there, knowing she was going to have a good time. Kurt met her wearing only a short robe and sipping a martini. She hurried into the apartment, then stopped still and stared.
To her immense disappointment there were hired help all over the place, people cleaning and setting up buffet tables, and stocking the bar. There certainly wasn't any privacy in that living room. She looked at Kurt in dismay, but he just grinned as he mixed martinis for both of them.
"Don't worry, Monica," he said as he handed her her drink, "we'll go to my bedroom and have plenty of privacy."
Monica followed him down the hall. She hadn't seen the master bedroom yet, and when she did, she was dazzled. It was a huge room, like all the others in the penthouse, and it contained the largest bed she'd ever seen in her life, bigger even than king-size. But what really caught her eye was the mirrors. The walls and ceiling were solid mirrors, and everywhere she looked she could see reflections of herself.
"Take off your clothes and be comfortable, my dear," Kurt leered.
All he had to do was untie his robe and let it drop. Then he was naked. Monica hungrily ogled his lean hairy body and began to undress. Kurt wandered over to the vast bed and stretched out on it. Glancing around at all the mirrors, he could watch Monica stripping from various angles. She felt like she was on stage, no way to escape being seen.
She reddened a little as she began to understand the reason for all those mirrors. They were there to make Kurt's sex life more exciting, more kinky. No matter what he was doing in that room or who he was doing it with, he'd have several different views of the action. And tonight Monica was going to be the star of his weird little play.
That kind of shocked her, yet at the same time it turned her on. She dropped the last of her clothing and strolled over to the bed, her firmly thrusting tits bouncing. Kurt didn't seem as cool and formal with her this time. He didn't check his leering expression as she slid onto the bed beside him. He remained on his back, and she crawled over to him, hungrily eyeing his big semi-hard cock.
"Let's do some sixty-nine," he grinned.
"Only if you tell me what it is," Monica giggled.
The explanation didn't take long, and then she found herself crouched over his supine body, his hot breath fanning her pussy, her mouth poised right over his prick. Monica liked this idea very much. Now they could pig but on eating each other, and at the very same time, no waiting. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his cock.
"Yes, let's just take our time," he whispered. "We've got an hour before the guests arrive."
Monica's little pink tongue was swirling all over his blue-veined cock, and he was just starting to tease her pussy with the stiff tip of his tongue, when there was a knock at the bedroom door.
"Damn," Kurt sighed. "Just stay as you are, honey, and I'll take care of this in a hurry."
Before Kurt could answer the knock, the door opened and a uniformed waiter stuck his head in. "How long do you want the wine chilled, Mr. Jamison?" he asked.
"Leave it till just before the party," Kurt replied.
The guy ducked out, not at all phased by what he'd seen, and Kurt didn't seem upset, either. "I've known the caterers a long time," he explained. "They're used to my life style."
"Obviously," Monica said, her face red.
But Kurt didn't provide any more explanations. He just went back to eating her pussy. He ran the stiff tip of his tongue up and down the moist juicy flesh of her cunt, and it felt fantastic. It felt so good that Monica forgot about the embarrassing incident with the waiter and just dived for Kurt's cock. She lashed it with her juicy hot tongue, and she shivered with pleasure.
She lathered his whole cock with her hot spit, and he tongued every inch of her steaming-hot pussy. But they both knew that this was just for openers. Now it was time to get down to serious business. Monica lifted Kurt's thick blue-veined cock and slid it into her mouth, and he groaned and shivered as she began to suck it.
"Yes, baby, suck," he cried excitedly.
Almost with the first hot suck, his prick began to swell to its full dimensions. Monica found it very exciting to feel his meat mushrooming in her mouth. It pushed her lips wider and wider apart, and it snaked into the back of her throat till finally she had to draw back to keep from being choked. She fisted and pumped the base of his cock, and she greedily sucked the rest.
Now his prick was rock-hard and violently throbbing in her mouth. She pulled her cheeks in tightly, sheathing his cock meat in the hot juicy cunt flesh. She suctioned the hot cream out of his piss hole and rolled it around in her mouth, savoring it before swallowing. As she steadily sucked out his cream and ate it, Kurt panted with excitement.
"Excellent," he breathed, "you really do have a natural talent for giving head, my dear. And now I'll return the favor."
Monica felt the stiff tip of his tongue teasing the mouth of her cunt, rimming it fast, darting in and out. He never poked it in more than an inch, and that drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his whole tongue inside her cunt, cramming her full. She jerked her hips, trying to impale herself on that slippery slab of meat.
"Mmmmmm, unnhhhhh," she moaned.
Finally he gave her what she craved, sliding his long stiff tongue into her fever-hot cunt, filling her with it. Monica responded with a muffled groan of ecstasy and a helpless burst of cream that soaked his face. He sank his tongue right to the root in her steamy little fuck hole. It was a heavenly sensation for the horny young bride.
But it felt even more exciting when he began to fuck her with his stiff tongue. Kurt was an expert at that. He hammered it into her in cock-like motions, giving her hot blasts of pleasure and making her cream like crazy. He gobbled all the tangy cream he could get, and the rest overflowed her crammed twat and gushed down her thighs.
"Mmmmmmm, uuummmm," she moaned.
All the while he was tongue-fucking her, she was sucking hungrily on his cock and gobbling his hot salty cream. Just as she'd predicted they were pigging out on each other's juices. They went at each other noisily, snuffling and growling and moaning, and they gobbled all the delicious cream they could get. And it was just at that moment that somebody came knocking at the bedroom door again.
"Shit," he sighed, pulling his dripping tongue out of Monica's pussy.
Monica froze, her lips stretched wide and her mouth stuffed full of Kurt's prick. The same waiter popped his head around the door and said, "We just wanted you to know that everything's ready now, Mr. Jamison."
"Thanks, Jerry," Kurt replied calmly, "I'll be out in a few minutes. I'm a bit busy right now."
"Yes, sir, I see that you are," Jerry said. There was just a small note of envy in his voice.
Then he closed the door and left them alone again. Kurt picked up right where he'd left off, cramming his big stiff tongue into Monica's juicy pussy hole, hammering it to her like a hard cock. She recovered from her embarrassment and went back to sucking his cock. The incident had seemed completely routine to Kurt and to the waiter Jerry, so Monica saw no reason to be uptight about it.
If she went on like this, she was going to become as kinky as Kurt. A complete stranger had just watched her sucking cock, and she'd managed to survive. Greedily she suctioned out more hot salty cream from Kurt's prick, shivering with delight as he noisily tongue fucked her. By now both of them were hurtling toward orgasm, going at each other faster and faster as their lust reached the boiling point.
Monica began to tighten her famished cunt around Kurt's pistoning tongue, creating more delicious hot friction. She sucked very hard on his throbbing cock and heard him groan as he nearly shot his load. It wouldn't be long now before she had a whole mouthful of his tasty cock juice. She reached down and massaged his bloated hair-thatched balls as she sucked him off, adding to his wild excitement.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmm," she moaned.
She could barely hold off her orgasm by now, yet she greedily held out, wanting the crazy excitement to last. She glanced to one side, then the other, and watched their reflection in the mirrors. It really was obscene to observe herself that way, and it got even more kinky when she caught Kurt's eye in the mirror and he leered at her.
Yet it was a fascinating sight, too. She'd never watched herself making love before. Her red-glossed lips were stretched grotesquely wide around Kurt's nearly-exploding cock, and they were zipping up and down the blue veined column of meat, leaving it glistening with her hot spit. Each time she plunged her steamy mouth down his cock shaft, Kurt's features twisted into a lusty grimace, and he gave a muffled groan.
She could watch that, or she could watch Kurt hammering his thick wet tongue in and out of her splayed pink cunt lips. He plunged the wet meat into her as far as it would go, reaming her smoking depths and giving her hot blasts of pleasure. His face was drenched with her uncontrollably gushing cream, and he was tonguing up all the tangy juice he could get.
It was an incredibly hot and wicked scene, and the excitement of watching herself was just too much for the sex-starved young wife. She felt a massive orgasm bursting from the depths of her cunt and sizzling out to engulf her whole body. As it bit her, she sucked hard on Kurt's cock, trying for all the delicious jizz stored up in his balls. She got what she wanted.
"Unnnggghhh, aaaggghhh!" he bellowed.
Suddenly he was fucking hard at her mouth and sizzling wad after wad of come into her throat. Monica gurgled in ecstasy as she gulped the hot cream and powerful orgasmic spasms shook her body. She and Kurt noisily and greedily gulped each other's come for almost a minute before they finally rolled apart and caught their breath.
"Well," Kurt sighed, "I guess I better go play host. Take your time, my dear, and I'll see you at the party."
Monica was in no hurry to get up. She wanted to lie there and feel the satisfied glow in her pussy. She liked rubbing her naked skin against the silky bedspread. She reached for her martini and lay there sipping it, naked and content. But after only a minute or so Kurt popped back into the room, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Monica, I have kind of an unusual request," he said. "It seems Jerry, the waiter, was quite taken with you. He's seen me with other women, but none of them have turned him on like you do. He'd, well, like to meet you in private."
It was a blatant request for her to get it on with a complete stranger, and Monica felt a little shocked. But at the same time she felt wickedly aroused by the proposal. She could just imagine Jerry lusting for her after watching her going down on Kurt. He'd seen her with her mouth full of Kurt's big hard cock, and he must have fantasized himself in the same situation. Monica liked the idea of arousing a man so hotly.
"All right, Kurt, send him in," she grinned. Kurt nodded approvingly. "You're a terrific sport, Monica," he said. "This is really going to make Jerry's evening."
Monica felt her pussy creaming hotly as she waited for Jerry. This was her most outrageous sexual caper so far. She was going to make love with a man she hadn't even spoken to, a man who'd watched her giving head to somebody else. If her husband could see her now, he'd wonder what ever happened to his innocent and virginal young bride. But it would be no more than Mark deserved for his cheating!
She forgot about Mark as the door opened and Jerry stepped in. He was in his late twenties, not bad-looking, but he was clearly over whelmed by Monica. The moment he caught sight of her, he turned red. He walked over beside the bed and stared at her luscious naked body, but he didn't make a move to undress. Maybe he thought it was all too good to be true, that Kurt was just putting him on.
"Well, Jerry, what can I do for you?" Monica smiled.
"I could tell you," he sighed, "but you wouldn't do it."
"Now how do you know that?" she answered soothingly. "Why don't you just tell me what it is, and we'll see? I'm not going to get mad at you or anything."
Jerry's eyes made another hot sweep of her big-titted body. He swallowed hard and, said hoarsely, "Well, I'd just like to touch you, Monica. I'd like to touch you all over."
He obviously wanted to do more than that, but this was all he had the nerve to request. "All right, Jerry," Monica purred, "you can touch me wherever you like, but you have to take off your clothes first."
He nodded, turning very red, and got out of his waiter's uniform. He had a nice body, and Monica felt her excitement growing. His cock was long and very stiff, so hard that it didn't even move as he crawled into the bed. He reached for her big silky-skinned tits and began to mold and squeeze them, and Monica gave a gurgle of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, Jerry, that feels nice," she cooed.
She just lay there and let him touch her wherever he wanted to. He massaged her sensitive tits till hers nipples went rigid with arousal, and he ran his hands over her satiny shoulders and arms and legs. She parted her thighs, letting him know that it was okay to touch her down there, too, and he snorted with excitement and slid a hand onto her pussy.
"Yesssss, make me feel good," she hissed.
Jerry eagerly explored her hot juicy pussy, and his cock began to leak big hot gobs of cream. The poor guy was horny out of his mind but still not sure that they weren't playing a joke on him. Trying to gauge just how lusty Monica was, he slid his thick middle finger into her cunt. She creamed all over it, a reaction that couldn't be faked.
"Mmmmmmn, Jerry, your finger feels so good in there," she gurgled.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned, feeling her tiny hot cunt clamp around his finger.
"Your cock would feel even better," she went on.
"What?" he exclaimed.
Monica grinned wickedly and said, "I want you to fuck me, Jerry. Will you do that for me, please?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He gave up trying to answer and just crawled between her legs instead. Her thighs were widely and eagerly parted, and thick cream was running from her thirsty little cunt. Incredible as it seemed, this gorgeous young woman was actually begging him to stick his cock into her. He gave a growl of lust and crammed his prick to the hilt in her steaming little fuck hole.
"Unnnhhhh, yesss," she hissed, "get into me, Jerry, fuck my brains out."
"Ahhhhh, Christ," he groaned.
This young man was just too wildly turned on to last very long. He couldn't be slow or gentle. He started fucking into her like a machine gone wild, their bodies slapping loudly together. Luckily his roughness and speed were just what Monica craved at that moment. She clung to him and gurgled with ecstasy as his rock-hard fuck tool reamed her cunt.
"Yessss, fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she babbled, her hips jerking to his rhythm.
Jerry had his eyes closed in total bliss as he fucked the beautiful hot-cunted girl, but she kept her eyes open and looked in the mirrors, watching herself being fucked. It was a really kinky experience. It got even more kinky when, unknown to Jerry, Kurt slipped into the room to watch. He signaled Monica not to let on that he was there.
Her lust flamed to the boiling point as Kurt deliberately stood there and watched Jerry fucking her. Sometimes he watched the actual scene on the bed, and sometimes he looked in the mirrors. All of it aroused Monica out of her mind, and she totally lost control of herself. She fucked right back at Jerry, slamming her body against his, taking his iron-hard cock as deep as she could get it.
"Unnhhh, honey, you're fucking me so good," she moaned. "Fuck hard, make me come."
Jerry groaned and started shooting his load into her, too excited to hold back. "Take it, baby, aaaggghhh!" he roared.
"Ooooo, shit, whaaahhh!" Monica howled as she, too, began to climax.
Instinctively she closed her eyes while she came, blotting out all other sensations, and when she opened them again, Kurt was gone.
Jerry would never know that they'd had an audience.
"Gee, thanks, Monica," he said, "that, was terrific."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jerry," she smiled. "Now I guess I better get dressed. What kind of party is this going to be?"
Jerry snickered and said, "Well, Monica, all I can tell you is that Mr. Jamison's parties are different. Very different."
Chapter Seven
Monica had a feeling that Jerry was holding out on her, not telling her everything he knew and that this was on Kurt's orders. Kurt wanted to surprise her. So she told herself to be prepared for anything. Kurt had already proved himself to be an outrageously kinky guy, and there was no telling what he'd cooked up for this party.
The master bedroom had its own luxurious bathroom, and Monica used it to shower and re-do her make-up. She was wearing a black sequined jumpsuit that outlined every curve of her fantastic tall, body, and she knew she looked sensational in it, especially with the addition of three-inch heels. She marched into the living room just as Kurt was greeting the first guests, and they all stared at her.
"My friend Monica," Kurt explained smoothly. "Honey, please help me greet my guests."
Monica got to meet everybody as they arrived. They were successful looking people in their late twenties, thirties, and early forties, and they all came in couples. Monica gathered that most of them were married. It didn't sound like it was going to be a very interesting party, but at least the food looked great. As soon as she could, Monica drifted over to the long buffet table and started helping herself.
Jerry was one of the waiters at the buffet, and she smiled at him and said, "Well, Jerry, I don't see anything so different about this party."
He grinned wickedly and said, "You'll see something different if you just turn around."
Monica turned -- and almost dropped her plate. In the middle of the vast living room a young woman was stripping. She was doing it in time to the soft sensuous music on the stereo system, and she looked very pretty and graceful. But the plain fact was that she was taking off her clothes in front of about a hundred people, and nobody was saying anything or even acting surprised.
"Oh, my gosh," Monica breathed.
"Didn't I tell you?" Jerry chuckled.
Monica figured she'd better sit down because her knees were feeling a little rubbery. She found a chair and absent-mindedly ate while she watched the stripping girl. The girl was a slender redhead, her long flame-colored hair waving as she danced to the music. She'd already kicked off her shoes and wriggled out of her pantyhose and unzipped her dress. Now she was undulating around in just her bra and panties. As Monica watched, she reached around and unhooked her bra.
She let the bra slither down her outstretched arms and fall to the rug. She had small but very nice tits, firm and high, capped with little red nipples. Her tits wobbled enticingly as she danced. Then she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and started easing them down. Still nobody spoke up or protested or even looked embarrassed.
Several dozen people had gotten plates of food and were sitting watching the girl as she stripped. Monica almost thought she was part of the entertainment, until she remembered that the slim redhead had been introduced to her as somebody's wife. Monica watched breathlessly as the girl, skinned out of her panties, revealing her small copper-colored bush and nice firm ass.
"Nice going, Andrea," somebody called out.
The redhead smiled and went on dancing, stark naked now. She was moving around the room as she danced, looking the men over, and she finally paused in front of a muscular dark-haired guy in his early thirties. Monica remembered him from the introductions. His name was Bill, and he was sitting with his very pretty blond wife, Tracy. Andrea swayed in front of him, standing close, almost pushing her little red bush in his face.
"Hi," she leered, "I don't think you and I have gotten it on before, have we?"
"No, we haven't," Bill leered back. Then he turned to his wife and said, "Is it okay with you, honey?"
"That's what we're here for, sweetheart," Tracy smiled.
Monica was following this whole scene with her mouth hanging open. Her mouth opened even wider when Bill got up and started taking off his clothes. Andrea went on dancing in front of him, thrusting her mound at him in a way that left nothing to the imagination. She was horny for the guy, and she didn't mind if the whole world knew it. Bill stepped out of his shorts and revealed a cock-stand that wouldn't quit.
Monica swallowed hard, and once again she almost dropped her plate of food. It had started to slid off her lap, and she caught it just in time. She simply couldn't believe what was going on here. It looked as if Andrea and Bill were about to get it on in front of the whole party, and nobody acted like there was anything unusual going on. A few more people were watching them now, but nobody seemed shocked or upset.
Naked, Andrea and Bill danced to the center of the room, then sank down on the thick white carpet and started kissing and pawing each ether. Monica blushed beet red. Sure enough, they were going to make love in front of the whole party! As she was still sitting there speechless and red-faced, an attractive man passed by and remarked, "This ought to be really good. Andrea's never made it with him before."
"Uh, you know Andrea?" Monica managed to say.
"Yeah, she's my wife," the man replied casually.
He moved on and found a seat closer to the action. Now Monica's mind was totally blown. She glanced around the room till she saw Kurt, then hurried over to him. He was standing with a few other people, chatting, and they only occasionally glanced at the naked couple on the rug. Monica signaled Kurt that she wanted to talk to him privately.
"Kurt, what in the world is going on?" she whispered.
Kurt snorted with laughter. "Oh, I guess I forgot to tell you, didn't I?" he said. "My friends and I are all swingers. I thought you might like to join us."
"Swingers?" Monica exclaimed. "You mean you have parties like this all the time?"
"That's right." Kurt smiled. "Just relax and see what happens, Monica. I think that once you get used to the idea, you're really going to have a good time."
Monica wasn't so sure about that. She'd had quite a few sexual adventures herself over the last few days, but she wasn't prepared for anything like this. She hadn't been riding in the fast lane. Here were two people actually making love in public, and nobody here seemed a bit upset -- except Monica herself. She just hoped she could take Kurt's advice and relax.
She found a place to stand back against the wall where nobody would notice her. By now Andrea and Bill had progressed from steamy tongue-kisses to intimate touches. Bill had his hand between the redhead's legs and was rubbing her pussy, while she had her fingers curled around his cock and was pumping it. To judge from their flushed faces and bright eyes, the two were hotly aroused.
"Lady, in about a minute I'm gonna have to fuck you," Bill growled.
"Oh, goody," Andrea giggled.
Monica was still blushing furiously, but she forced herself to go on watching. She had to admit that she was interested. Watching another couple make love might be very exciting. She felt her pussy starting to heat and moisten. It was hard not to imagine the pleasure Andrea was experiencing, and that made Monica start to get those horny feelings again.
Bill's hand was soaked with Andrea's juices as he massaged her slit. Her fingers were sticky with the hot cream that bubbled from his piss hole and ran down his shaft. The two of them were panting loudly now. They'd also collected quite an audience. Out of about a hundred people, only a few weren't watching the show. People were laughing, talking, eating, drinking, just as if they were watching a nightclub act.
But the talk stopped for a second as. Bill rolled onto his back and lifted Andrea up to straddle him. She poised her pretty red bush right over his thick stiff-standing cock. Then she teasingly rubbed her slick wet pussy back and forth over the engorged purple knob of his cock head. But Bill was too horny to play games. He grasped her by the waist and started shoving his steel-hard cock into her.
"Unnhhhh, yessss," Andrea gasped.
"Ahhhh, baby, you are hot," Bill groaned. Scalding cream overflowed her cunt and dribbled down his cock as he pushed into her. The fit must have been tight, because it took him awhile to get fully into her. Then with only his big coarse-haired balls showing, he paused to catch his breath. Sitting fully impaled on his throbbing dick, Andrea looked down at him with lust-hot eyes.
"Fuck me, Bill," she begged hoarsely, "really give it to me, honey."
"You got it, baby," he leered.
He started fucking her hard and fast, and her slim body shook as if she were riding a bucking bronco. Her luscious little tits bounced up and down, wobbling enticingly. Andrea gurgled with pleasure as she took the rough deep thrusts of Bill's pistoning cock. She creamed steadily, the pearly liquid gushing down his blue-veined shaft and soaking his balls and lower belly.
"This how you want it, baby?" he grinned. "Ahhhhh, yeah, I love it," Andrea panted, "keep fucking me hard, Bill, don't stop."
As she watched intently, Monica realized that she wasn't blushing any more. The heat had left her face and gone to her pussy. Her cunt slit was hot as fire, and the crotch of her panties was soaked with cream. She watched Bill's thick cock hammering in and out of Andrea's juicy little cunt, and all she could think of was how badly she needed a cock in her own horny little pussy. For one wild second she wished she was in Andrea's plate.
But that was outrageous. No way in the world would she fuck in front of an audience. She wasn't criticizing these people's life style.
They were just having fun, not hurting anybody else. But it wasn't for her. Or so she told herself as she stood there with her eyes glued to the action. She just couldn't tear herself away.
Andrea's whole body was rising and falling with the hard impact of Bill's fucking. Her flame-colored hair was flying, and her head was lolling back in ecstasy. Her features twisted into a lusty grimace, her teeth flashing. Bill was fucking her to a fever pitch of need, and now, as Monica well knew, all she could think about was coming.
"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee," she wailed.
Bill was grinning like a maniac as he hammered his meat into her. Obviously he liked fucking that pretty redhead, but it was just as obvious that he liked performing for an audience. He kept glancing around to make sure he was getting attention and that people were enjoying the show. He was the director and the star at the same time. Monica couldn't help smiling at his antics. If he thought he was losing his audience, he fucked Andrea even harder, propelling her into a new round of squeals and yelps and gurgles.
Monica didn't see how anybody could be bored with a show like that. She was riveted. And it was having its effect on her, she couldn't deny that. Her pussy was on fire, her panties soaked with her helplessly gushing cream. She had an insane desire to play with herself. It was obvious that before the party was over she'd have to find a man to satisfy her raging lust.
But when she did, she'd whisk him off to a bedroom, not fuck him in front of the whole party. She didn't have Andrea's nerve. The wailing redhead seemed to have no inhibitions at all. She was letting Bill know in a very loud voice that she loved the way he was fucking her. She didn't care if the whole world knew she was horny.
"Fuck it to me, you big bastard," she moaned, "fuck the living shit out of me, honey. Unnnnhhhh, you're doing it to me so damned good."
Bill was loving being in the spotlight, but he couldn't stay there forever. His rock-hard cock looked ready to burst, and his balls were swollen and taut. Andrea's fiery-hot little cunt was gripping his meat and growing tighter as she hurtled toward climax. Bill's flushed face and rolling eyes testified that he was just about to shoot his load.
"Awwwwww, fuckin' Christ," he groaned. "Give it to me as hard as you can, honey," Andrea groaned, "fuck my brains out."
Bill gathered his strength and fucked her like a stallion, making her body shake violently with the impact. She threw her head back, closed her eyes tightly, and rocketed into a powerful orgasm while the whole, room watched. As she let out a hoarse wail of ecstasy and began to convulse, a few people even applauded. But Bill didn't have much time to enjoy the applause, because he was coming himself a second later.
"Ahhhhh, honey, you did it, I'm coming," Andrea howled.
"Awwwwwww, shit, fuck, awwwwww!" Bill bellowed.
Andrea was coming so hard that she rolled right off his squirting cock, and his thick jizz spurted high in the air. That was a surprise ending, and it got laughter and more applause. Monica almost joined in. By now she was totally absorbed in the party and not at all embarrassed. But she was very, very horny by now, and she knew it was time she started looking around for a man.
Before she could get started, though, another couple walked to the center of the room and started to strip. Andrea and Bill were still lying there catching their breath, and as they recognized the new couple they began to laugh. It was Bill's wife Tracy and Andrea's husband Jim. In fact most of the room was laughing, and Monica joined in.
"You guys think you're such hot stuff," Tracy grinned, "we just had to show you what a class act really looks like."
"That's right," Jim chuckled, "we're gonna make you look like amateurs."
"Bull shit," Bill exclaimed.
"You guys are really full of it," Andrea agreed.
But she and Bill moved back out of the way as their spouses took over the show. Tracy was a curvy little blond with large firm tits. Jim was tall and lean like a basketball player. Physically they were so mismatched that Tracy had to stand on tiptoe to kiss him. Monica was full of naughty curiosity, wondering how they could get it on with that huge difference in their heights. She'd soon rind out.
Jim's cock matched the rest of him. It was long and lean, and right now it was hard as steel, weaving heavily and lewdly before him. Tracy didn't even have to kneel to get it in her mouth. She eagerly fisted the stiff shaft and guided the swollen purple head between her lips. She started sucking loudly and hungrily on his meat, and the big man shivered with pleasure.
"Go easy with that stuff, baby," he leered, "or we're gonna have a mighty short performance."
Tracy nodded but went on sucking, greedy for his cream. She had her cheeks drawn in sharply, and she was suctioning the hot juice out of his cock and gobbling it. Monica found herself drooling as she watched. She was pretty hungry for some cock juice herself. She'd go looking for a man of her own very soon, but she just had to see the rest of this performance. She could see how easy it would be to get hooked on these swinging parties.
"Christ, I'm about to come," Jim gasped, staggering back away from Tracy.
His long rigid cock was glistening with her spit, and it was dripping a steady supply of hot cream. He'd barely managed to keep from coming as the hungry little blond sucked his cock. His lust was urgent, and Tracy recognized that. Without any more delays she dropped to her hands and knees on the deep soft rug. Jim gave a lusty growl and knelt behind her, grasping her slim but curvy hips.
He socked the engorged head of his cock into her juicy little cuntal opening.
"Oooooo, yeah, honey, get into me," she squealed.
Monica shivered with need and creamed heavily into her soaked panties. She watched Jim's massive boner gliding slowly but steadily into Tracy's cunt. It seemed to go into her forever, and it was almost agony for Monica to watch, she needed to be fucked so badly. She imagined that rock-hard boner cramming her cunt, and she gave a little moan of longing.
"Oooooo, shit, ooooo," Tracy was squealing, "this guy's got the longest cock in the world."
Tell me about it, Monica thought feverishly. That settled it -- the moment this little show was over, she was going to seek out a horny male and do something about the raging fire in her cunt. Jim and Tracy might be followed by other acts, but if she stayed to see them she'd go out of her mind with lust. She stood there grinding her thighs together in a hopeless attempt to ease her horniness. She moaned as Jim slid his cock the last inch into Tracy's pussy.
"Mmmmmmm, honey, that feels great," Tracy sighed. "Now fuck me with it, fuck me real hard."
Jim snorted with lust and began fucking her like a pile driver, his flat belly slapping loudly against her ass. Like Bill before him, he was too horny to be slow or gentle. His eyes gleamed with hot lust as he hammered his long hard prick into the girl's juice-slick pussy hole. Tracy clawed the rug and wailed in ecstasy as she took his rough quick fucking.
"Oooooo, shit, that's it," she panted, "really give it to me, honey, fuck hard."
Monica was practically whimpering with horniness, and once again she had the insane urge to play with herself. She was sure that half a dozen strokes of her clit with a stiff finger would do the job. She could whip into the bathroom and get herself off in no time. But she didn't want to do it that way. She wanted to be fucked. And she also wanted to see the end of this exciting fuck between Jim and Tracy.
"Ooooo, shit, whaahhhh," Tracy was howling. Jim was giving it to her so hard, her whole body shook, her nice ripe tits swinging and wobbling. She had to grasp the rug to keep from being knocked over. But her face was a mask of ecstasy as she took the hot hammering, and in a few more seconds she let out a piercing wail of release.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, fuck, ahhhhh!" she screamed, her petite body convulsing in a hot orgasm.
"Take my come, baby, take it, aaaggghhh!" Jim roared.
"Yeah, cream me, fill me!" Tracy moaned. By now Monica was too urgently horny to stand still any longer. She started around the room, on the prowl for an attractive man who wanted to fuck her. She figured that in this crowd she wouldn't have to very far. Everybody was fair game, all marriage vows temporarily suspended. She could fuck any guy in the room, a thrilling prospect for the frantically lusty young bride...
Chapter Eight
Monica wasn't aware of what a striking figure she made in that skin-tight black sequined jump suit and those black high heels. As she strode around the room, men stared after her, giving her lusty looks. Pretty soon she had a small pack of guys trailing her. Finally one of them strode ahead of the pack and caught up with her.
"Hello there," he said, "I'm Paul. Want to get it on?"
Monica stopped short and stared at him. She was a tall girl and there weren't many men she had to look up at, but Paul was one of them. He was probably six-feet-five, a powerful bearded giant, and he looked as if he pumped iron. His massive muscular body turned her on like crazy. His proposition had been pretty blunt, but she didn't hesitate to accept it. After all, it was that kind of party.
"Sue, Paul," she said, "I'd love to get it on with you. My name's Monica. Shall we go to the guest room?"
"Guest room?" Paul smiled. "Why? What's wrong with the living room?"
Monica blushed clear down to her toes. "Well, Paul, this is my first party," she said, "and I don't think I have the nerve to do it in front of people."
"Oh, that's easy," he said. "As soon as you get really turned on, you don't mind having an audience. Or maybe you're the kind who'll even get off on it. A lot of us do. Come on."
He took her hand and started leading her out toward the center of the room. Monica gave a yelp of alarm and dug her heels in. Paul felt her resistance, looked down at her, and laughed. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her easily. The next thing she knew, she was being set down in the center of the living room where the other two couples had performed.
"Hey, look," somebody exclaimed, "a new girl". There was a round of applause and people crowded in closer to look at Monica.
Blushing furiously, she said between clenched teeth, "Paul, I can't go through with this."
"Sure you can," he said calmly. "Just start by undressing me. That'll give you something to do."
Monica's impulse was to run away, but she knew Paul was too strong for her and would just drag her back into the spotlight. Taking his clothes off would be a good way to kill time until she figured out how to escape. As she started undressing him, she heard people buzzing and chatting about her, wondering who she was. For the first time she began to hope that Mark didn't find out about her escapades. It would be pretty hard to explain fucking a complete stranger in public!
Still she couldn't help feeling hotly aroused as she unveiled Paul's superbly muscled body. And as she peeled his shorts down over his hard-on, her fingers trembled with excitement. She couldn't help gawking at his cock. It was just as massive as the rest of him, a bloated column of meat that looked thicker than her wrist. She creamed furiously, and her lust reached the boiling point.
She knelt to help him step out of his clothes, then remained for a moment on an eye level with his cock. She thought briefly about giving him a blow-job while she was down there, but it was clearly out of the question. She couldn't get her lips open wide enough to take that monster. Paul knew it, too, because he just laughed and lifted her to a standing position.
With one deft movement he unzipped her jumpsuit and peeled it away, letting it puddle down around her ankles. Monica blushed hotly as she stood there in just her bikini panties and bra. Paul lifted her a little, and her jumpsuit and high heels dropped to the rug. He started to reach for her bra, but she gave a squeal of alarm and started to run.
"Stop her," Paul growled.
Eager hands grabbed Monica and dragged her back to center stage. Paul was grinning at her like he would at a naughty little kid. "Honey, don't spoil the show," he said soothingly. "If you just relax, you'll have a great time."
"I just can't do it in front of people," Monica protested.
"Sure you can," Paul said, "and you're going to. You're not leaving this spot till I've fucked you."
Monica didn't think it was possible to blush any harder, but she did. Paul saw that she was still resisting, and he signaled to somebody on the sidelines. Kurt soon joined them, accompanied by a very handsome blond guy in his late twenties. They each took one of Monica's arms and held her firmly in place.
"Just relax now, Monica," Kurt said, "and I'm sure you'll have a marvelous time. By the way, I'd like you to meet my nephew Ken."
Monica stared at the blond guy, and he leered at her. She made another attempt to wriggle free, but the men were too strong for her. She went on blushing and squirming as Paul unhooked her bra and removed it. There was more applause, from both men and women, and the crowd eyed her large firm tits and stiff pink nipples. Monica wished she could fall through the floor. She'd never felt so mortified in her life.
Next Paul removed her panties, and there was no way she could stop him. She stood there stark naked in front of a hundred people, unable to escape. Then the big man knelt in front of her and gently folded back the dark fur of her bush to isolate the ultra sensitive bud of her clit. His huge wet tongue flashed out and contacted her clit.
"Oh, nooooo," she wailed.
Her protest turned into a moan of ecstasy as Paul began to tongue-lash her clit. In spite of her embarrassment and shyness, she couldn't ignore that exquisite pleasure. His tongue was hot and juicy, and it covered her whole clitoral area with hot sensations. She creamed helplessly, the molten juice running down her thighs. Paul just would have to be an expert pussy eater!
"Good," Kurt commented, "that's bringing her around." He turned to his nephew and went on, "Sometimes people resist these parties at first, but we change their minds."
"I can see that," Ken chuckled.
Monica was struggling to regain her self-control, but it was a losing battle. Paul's huge hot tongue was lathering her clit with hot spit and working it into its own tiny hard-on. Her clit throbbed and swelled under his expertly massaging tongue, and she couldn't help gurgling and moaning as the hot pleasure sizzled through her horny pussy.
"Unnnhhhhh," she moaned.
"Good going, Paul," somebody called out, "you're really getting to her."
That was true, Monica had to admit. It still shocked the socks off her to be making out in front of an audience, but her pussy had a mind of its own. Her pussy wasn't bashful or inhibited. It just wanted thrills, no matter how many people were watching. She felt her clit throbbing violently, and molten juice spurting from her cunt as Paul's big hot tongue worked her to the very brink of orgasm. She felt like she had to come or die of need.
"Ohhhhhh, my God, ohhhhh," she sobbed. "Want me to get you off?" Paul whispered. "Yesssss," she whispered back, her voice hoarse with longing.
"Okay," Paul said out loud, "I'll get you off, Monica, but with my cock, not my tongue."
Monica blushed hotly. He'd fooled her, making her think he was going to eat her till she came. But all the while he'd been planning to fuck her in front of all those people. She squirmed and twisted and tried to get away, but Kurt and Ken maintained their firm grip on her arms. Paul stretched out on his back, his massive cock standing straight up and drooling.
"Christ, the guy's hung like an elephant," some girl giggled.
"Looks like a fireplug," a man said enviously.
Like everybody else, Monica couldn't help gawking at Paul's incredibly huge prick. And she couldn't help wanting to feel it in her lust inflamed cunt. She would have preferred to do that in private, however, and she went on protesting and struggling as Ken and Kurt dragged her over to straddle Paul's big hairy body. They forced her to her knees, and her wet cuntal opening touched the massively swollen head of Paul's drooling boner.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo," she wailed.
Nobody paid any attention. Like Kurt said, they had ways of changing people's minds, and they all seemed confident that Monica would start to enjoy the scene. She wasn't all that sure. She felt so humiliated as Ken and Kurt held her in place, her knees hugging Paul's hips, her cunt mouth pushed hard against his cock head. The big man shivered lustily, held her by the waist, and started easing his huge horse-cock into her.
"Unnnhhhhh," she gasped.
She'd been a virgin just a few days ago, and the fit was incredibly tight. Paul felt it, and he snorted with excitement. He was gentle, though, pushing into her ever so slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt her. Monica appreciated that, because he could have split her tiny cunt with that enormous rock-hard prick of his. Gradually she felt her little cunt being filled with the thick throbbing column of prick meat.
"Holy shit, she's tight," Paul groaned.
Monica glanced around and saw that every eye in the room was riveted to Paul's giant cock. It was stretching her cunt lips hugely, cramming her belly. It must have seemed like a miracle to the audience that she could take his massive cock. It sure felt like a miracle to Monica, too. She felt stuffed breathless when his enormous prick finally touched her womb and his coarse-haired balls came to rest against her cunt.
"You got it all, baby," he rasped.
Monica didn't have to be told that -- she could feel it. She felt like she had a baseball bat up her tiny cunt. But she couldn't deny that it was pretty exciting to take a cock that huge. Helplessly she creamed all over his thick throbbing cock, making his way slicker and easier. He began to fuck her in deep, slow, sensuous strokes, and she barely stifled a gurgle of pleasure.
She still felt shy about being watched by so many people, and she was embarrassed to reveal just how much she was enjoying Paul's massive plowing cock. She kept still, and Ken and Kurt went on holding her in place. Glancing to either side, she saw that the two men had hard-ons, the flies of their pants bulging. Like everybody else in the room, they were fascinated by the sight of Paul's gigantic prick reaming her tiny cunt.
Yet Paul's cock wasn't too big for her. Her greedy pussy expanded to take it, and each deep thrust gave her a hot blast of pleasure. As her excitement mounted, she creamed more heavily, and Paul's big prick probed her depths easily. Monica was finding it very hard to control herself. She wanted to let go completely and gurgle and moan her pleasure. Finally she just couldn't hold back.
"Unnnhhhh, ahhhhhh," she gasped.
Paul leered up at her. "You like it now, don't you, baby?" he asked.
Monica just blushed and said nothing, but now her audience knew how much she loved Paul's fucking. She couldn't hide the signs of her pleasure. Her pretty face was contorted into a lusty grimace, her eyes rolling. Thick hot cream overflowed her cunt and gushed down her thighs. Her whole body was flushed with arousal, and with each deep lunge of Paul's cock she gave a helpless cry of pleasure.
No, there wasn't any point in hiding her feelings now. She just tried not to look at that sea of faces around her as she rode Paul's pistoning prick and felt the hot pleasure building in her pussy. Pretty soon she was going to be coming -- climaxing in front of a hundred people. She wondered just how she was going to handle that.
"Mmmmmmm, yessss," she hissed, "fuck it to me, Paul, give me that big ol' cock."
"You can have all you want, honey," he grinned.
She felt Ken and Kurt's palms starting to sweat as they held her arms. The two men were getting wildly turned on as they watched Paul fucking her and heard her wicked cries of encouragement. Both of them wanted to fuck her, too, Monica realized. She got hotly aroused by the thought of taking one stiff cock after another. She could do it if she wanted to. The only catch was that she'd have to let everybody in the room watch!
But having an audience was bothering her less and less as the minutes passed. Paul was giving her a really terrific fuck, and her pleasure was overcoming her embarrassment. He was like a fucking machine, steady and rhythmic and tireless. He just kept sawing his massive rock-hard cock in and out of her juicy cunt, not even breaking into a sweat.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, you got a nice tight pussy, honey," he panted.
"Mmmmmm, I love your big cock, Paul," she moaned.
Ken chuckled and said, "Uncle Kurt, I think we can let go of her now. She's not about to run away."
"You're right, Ken," Kurt replied, his voice hoarse with arousal.
They let go of Monica's arms, but neither of them moved away. They stood right there, eyes riveted to Paul's cream-soaked prick as it reamed her depths. They were breathing loudly and harshly, and of course everybody in the room could see their sharply tented flies. When they didn't go away, Monica realized that the men were lined up to have their turn with her. Things were really getting outrageous. Not that she was protesting, of course.
She knew she could fuck three guys in a row and love it. It wouldn't tire her out. It might not even, be enough to satisfy all the hot lust she had stored up. But it sure would be fun to find out. She creamed heavily onto Paul's deep-probing cock, and when he felt the scalding bath, he snorted with excitement and fucked into her faster and harder.
"Take it, baby," he growled, "can you take it this hard?"
"Unnnhhhh, yessss," she moaned, "really give it to me, Paul, fuck my brains out."
Beside her, Ken groaned. "Man, I can't take much more of this," he said. "I'm about to jack off."
"I know the feeling," Kurt said hoarsely. "Paul, any chance of our getting in on the fun?"
"Why, sure, Kurt," Paul answered, "the more, the merrier as far as I'm concerned."
"Far out," Ken exclaimed.
There were exclamations from the audience, too, and some people whistled and clapped. Monica didn't have the foggiest idea what everyone was talking about. How could Kurt and Ken get in on this action, when Paul was already fucking her? She soon found out. Uncle and nephew stripped right there beside her, and she found herself facing two more stiff naked cocks.
"Go ahead, Ken," Kurt said, "I want to go on watching a little while longer."
"Right," Ken leered.
He walked around behind Monica, and she felt him grasping her hips. He was kneeling back there, straddling Paul's legs. But what in hell was he up to? He couldn't possibly be thinking of cramming a second cock into her cunt. Her pussy was already stuffed nearly to bursting by Paul's massive cock. Yet she felt him rubbing his prick head in her cream.
"Ken, what are you doing?" she squeaked.
"This," he said.
"Oh, my God," Monica gasped.
He was easing his prick up her ass. She was totally unprepared for that. Stunned, she didn't move or speak as she felt the long hard rod of cock flesh filling her untried ass. To her surprise, it didn't hurt. It was a very tight fit, but it felt exciting, arousing. Now she had two cocks in her belly, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. Ken started moving his prick to Paul's rhythm.
"Ohhhhhh, God," Monica cried.
Her hot little asshole was just as sensitive and receptive as her cunt. She loved being fucked there. And of course it was incredibly exciting to be taking two cocks at the same time. Even in her wildest fantasies she'd never imagined herself doing that. As the two horny guys plunged their cocks to her depths, she felt double the pleasure and excitement she'd get from an ordinary fuck. She spun out of control, whimpering and moaning.
"Ooooooo, shit, yesss," she cried, "do it to me, you guys, fuck it to me."
She glanced up just in time to see hot globs of cream dripping from Kurt's cock. He was watching her intently, his eyes hot with lust, his whole body flushed. His prick looked ready to burst, it was so stiff and engorged. It was high time for him to loin the fun -- but how? Monica still didn't understand how she could take on three guys at the same time. But if anybody knew how, it was kinky Kurt.
Now he made his move. Leering at her, he stood in front of her, straddling Paul's chest. He rubbed the creaming tip of his cock over her lips, and she finally got the picture. Eagerly she opened her mouth and let him slide his swollen boner inside, over her slippery tongue. She closed her lips around the throbbing shaft, drew in her cheeks, and started to suck.
"Good girl," Kurt leered. "Let's give these people a real show."
Monica had actually forgotten that they had an audience. She'd been so excited about taking on three men at the same time, she'd spaced out of where they were. But she realized now that she was having a little orgy in front of a cheering fascinated crowd of people. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined doing something like this.
Kurt was moaning and jerking his cock back and forth over her tongue, feeding her his tasty prick cream. Ken was moaning even louder as he pistoned his stiff boner in her tiny slick asshole. Paul was panting and red-faced as he hammered his cock in her cunt, and it was clear that the big man was right on the verge of climax.
So was Monica. The excitement was just too great, the pleasure too overwhelming, for her to last long. She felt a violent orgasm shaking her body, and she gave hoarse muffled cries of ecstasy. That triggered her partners into climax, and she felt steaming jizz filling her mouth, cunt and asshole.
"Mmmmmmm, unnnhhhhh!" she moaned.
Glancing around as she came, she saw that her act had been a big hit. All around her people were tearing off their clothes and making love, fucking and sucking in all the ways imaginable. After watching Monica take on three men at the same time, the crowd wasn't content with just sitting and watching. She'd inspired them to have some fun of their own.
Gee, Monica thought, I'm a star.
Chapter Nine
The orgy at Kurt's house went on for hours, and Monica didn't drag herself home till about three. She slept late the next morning, then treated herself to along, refreshing shower. As she was drying off afterwards, however, she got a big scare. The bathroom door started to open. Monica let out a piercing scream.
"Mark!" she gasped as her husband stepped into the room, "my God, you scared me."
"Sorry about that," he smiled.
"What are you doing back so soon?" Monica asked, grabbing her robe and putting it on. "I didn't expect you for a week."
"I figured I had more important business to take care of right here at home," he said. "It wasn't right of me to run off and leave you the day after the wedding. Matter of fact, I've done quite a few things that weren't right."
"What do you mean?" Monica responded. "Come on in the living room and we'll talk about it," he said.
She followed him out to the living room and waited while he mixed himself a drink. He acted like he had something important to tell her yet had to get up his courage before he could speak. Maybe he was going to say that their marriage was a mistake and that he was really in love with his beautiful blond secretary Roberta. Monica waited nervously.
"Well, I guess I better just say this and get it over with," Mark sighed as he sat down next to her on the couch. "Before I met you, I was having an affair. I thought it was over, but I didn't finish it till this trip back East."
"Are you talking about Roberta?" Monica asked.
"Yes, how did you know about us?" Mark exclaimed.
"I followed you to the airport to say goodbye," Monica said, "and I saw you two holding hands."
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," he moaned. "But I swear it's over. Roberta wanted to be with me one more time, and I admit I was weak. But she's bowing out. She doesn't want to fool around with a married man."
"Yes," Monica said bitterly, "but does this married man want to fool around?" Maybe the affair with Roberta was over, but could Mark be trusted in the future?
"Monica," Mark said, "you're the girl I married, and I intend to stay faithful to you. My fooling around days are over -- otherwise I wouldn't have gotten married. I don't want anybody but you, and I intend to prove it right now."
He reached for her and pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. He forced her lips apart and glided his big wet tongue into her mouth, and Monica felt her pussy melting and creaming. Mark had always had that effect on her -- instant lust! She couldn't control her response. She darted her tongue into his mouth and clung to him for a long steamy kiss.
She wanted to scold him for making out with Roberta on that trip, but she just couldn't. Besides, she hadn't exactly been an angel herself. She didn't want to confess that she'd been fucking everything in pants while he was gone and that she'd even taken part in an orgy. No, it would be better to forget the past, both his and hers.
They finally came up for air, and Mark drew off her robe, leaving her naked. "You've got the most terrific body I've ever seen," he said huskily. "Why go out for hamburger when I can have steak at home?"
"What does that make me, a cow?" Monica laughed.
"Not hardly, baby," he growled.
He eased her down on her back and draped one of her long shapely legs up over the back of the couch. She lay there with her moist pink cunt slit fully revealed to his lusting eyes. Still watching her, he stood up and undressed. Monica was powerfully turned on by the sight of his hard hairy body. Nobody aroused her the way he did, and nobody ever would.
Glistening cream overflowed her cunt and trickled down over the puckered mouth of her asshole. Mark watched it and licked his lips. He could see that she was getting violently aroused just from looking at him and imagining what they were going to do for each other.
He grinned wickedly as he peeled off his shorts and exposed his steel-hard drooling cock.
"It's all yours, baby, from now on," he rasped.
"Then I'd like some right now," Monica pinned.
He crawled between her legs and pressed the massively swollen head of his cock against her little drooling cunt mouth. She whimpered with excitement and soaked the fleshy bulb with a big hot spurt of cream. Then he started pushing his cock meat into her, and she sobbed with pleasure, unable to hide her hunger for his prick.
"Unnnhhh, yesss, honey, get into me," she cried, "give me every inch of that big thing."
Mark gave a lusty shudder as he sank his cock to the balls in her hot and juicy cuntal tube. "You got it all now, honey," he growled. "I better warn you, I'm too horny to be gentle. I've been thinking about you all the way home, but now I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
"Oh, goody," Monica pinned.
But Mark wasn't joking. He shoved his hands under her ass and got a firm grip on the little globes, then started hammering his cock into her like a runaway piston. When this guy said he was horny, he wasn't exaggerating. Monica gasped with the violent impact of his humping body. But she wasn't complaining. His almost brutal fucking excited hell out of her.
"Yes, fuck it to me, you big bastard," she hissed, "fuck the living shit out of me."
No man was ever going to make her as horny as Mark did, that was for sure. She'd enjoyed her little adventures, loved fucking all those different guys, but for a steady and satisfying diet of sex, all she needed was her lusty husband. She didn't have to cheat when she had a stud like this in her very own bed. Gurgling and squealing, she threw her legs around his back and locked them there, wanting to take his jackhammering cock as deep as she could get it.
"Do it to me, mother-fucker," she groaned, "fuck me crazy."
She didn't know what power this man had over her, but she simply spun out of control every time they got it on. She couldn't control what she said, and she couldn't stop her furious hot creaming. The molten juice overflowed her crammed cunt and soaked her pussy. Mark's thick cock was making an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the cream from her cunt.
"You're all wet for me, baby," he leered. "You must be horny, too."
"Mmmmmmm, am I ever," she moaned.
She was as horny as when he'd left. All those adulterous adventures hadn't cooled her lust in the least. Only Mark could do that for her, she now realized. That was why she'd married him, why she'd saved her cherry for him. Somehow, unconsciously, she'd recognized the one man who could take care of her in bed and leave her satisfied.
"Ohhhhh, baby, do it to me," she sobbed, "fuck me forever, Mark."
"I'll try," he chuckled. "I might have to report to the office now and then, earn a few bucks, but I'll see what I can do for you."
"I like what you're doing right now," Monica panted.
She felt like she could take hours of his swift hard fucking and not get tired of it. She let her head loll back on the cushions, and she closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the hot stabs of pleasure she was getting from his hammering cock. She felt the pleasure building in her pussy till it neared the point of explosion.
"Unnnhhh, Mark, honey, I'm gonna come," she whimpered.
"Me, too," he growled. "I'll get us off together."
Clutching her lustily writhing ass and pulling her tight against him, he fucked into her with lightning speed, making her tall body shudder with the impact. His stiff shaft was pistoning up and down her clit, and the pleasure was overwhelming. In seconds she felt a delicious hot explosion in the center of her joy button that flamed out to engulf her whole body.
"Ooooo, you did it, I'm coming!" she screamed.
"Awwww, Christ, take my come!" Mark roared, hammering his load into her.
"Yes, cream me, honey, give it to me!" Monica howled.
That molten flood of jizz seemed to make her own orgasm longer and more intense, and she sobbed in ecstasy as he pumped it into her sucking cunt. They writhed and moaned together for long delicious moments before Mark finally pulled his dripping cock out of her flooded box. But he didn't move from between her legs.
"Now I'm gonna have a little snack," he leered.
He plunged his head between her hot silky thighs, and his tongue met her pussy in hot electric contact. "Ohhhhhh, God, yessss," she cried, "eat me, baby, I love that."
She hoped she didn't sound too experienced for a brand-new bride. Mark had made love to her only once before, and in the meantime she'd learned a lot. She'd have to be careful about revealing that knowledge. It was tempting to tell Mark that he was the best pussy eater she'd ever met, but he'd be sure to ask who she was comparing him with.
So she just gurgled and squealed and moaned as he whipped his big hot tongue all over her sensitive gash. Those sounds were enough to tell him how much she enjoyed his lovemaking. She didn't need words. She creamed steadily and helplessly as he lathered every inch of her slit with his hot saliva. She felt so lucky to have a husband who loved to eat pussy. She couldn't imagine a more heavenly sensation.
"Ohhhhh, Mark, that's so damned good," she moaned.
"I'll make it even better," he promised.
He jammed his mouth onto her clit and started sucking her off. Monica almost went through the ceiling. The pleasure from his sucking was sudden and violent, ripping through her body and making her groan. The lewdly loud slurping and snorting sounds just added to her wild arousal, and she soaked his face with huge bursts of cream.
"Unnnhhhh, honey, I love it," she sobbed, "you're gonna make me come."
Greedily she arched her body and shoved her throbbing clit had against his sucking lips. She got blast after blast of hot pleasure, and the cream gushed uncontrollably from her cunt, flooding down the crack of her ass. She wished the heavenly sensations could go on forever, but she could only take so much pleasure without blacking out.
"Ooooo, shit, yesssss, I'm coming!" she wailed.
Mark's face was soaked with her spurting come-cream, and she writhed and bucked so hard that he couldn't keep her clit between his lips. He plunged his face hard against her pussy and gobbled up her cream as fast as it flooded out of her spasming cunt. He cleaned her pussy, then reamed out her twat with his hungry probing tongue. At last Monica went still, flushed and gasping for breath.
"Oh, my God, did I ever get off," she panted.
"I hope you're not tired," Mark leered, "because I've got something for you."
He rose to his knees and displayed his stiffly weaving cock. "Mmmmmmm, no, I'm not tired, honey," Monica grinned. "How about giving it to me this way?"
She rolled over into the doggy position. She had a little surprise of her own, and she intended to spring it on Mark in just a few minutes. First, though, she treated herself to some of his deep hard fucking. He growled lustily and crammed his stiff boner into her cunt, plunging to her womb. She took it with a hoarse moan of delight.
"Yes, baby, get into me," she cried, "fuck my pussy good."
Mark panted with lust as he pistoned his iron-hard cock in her molten slick fuck hole. Monica got off on it, but she had something even more exciting in mind. She waited another minute, then jerked her hips forward, causing his cock to snap free of her twat.
"Honey," she drawled, "why don't you fuck me in the ass?"
Another lusty growl from Mark, and then she felt the huge bulbous head of his cock spreading the puckered opening of her tiny asshole. She clawed the couch and gurgled with excitement as he slowly but steadily crammed her asshole with his big throbbing prick. He didn't stop pushing till only his balls showed, and then he paused for breath.
"Christ, it's tight," he panted. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," Monica gurgled. "Now fuck my ass, darling, really give it to me."
She didn't tell him that the way had been prepared by another man. There'd be no point in that. She just wanted to show him that every part of her lusty body was his to enjoy. He began to probe and ream her sensitive little shitter with his long hard cock, and she gurgled in ecstasy.
"Yes, yes, Mark, do it to me, fuck my ass, honey," she babbled, going out of her mind with pleasure.
Mark's harsh breathing told her that he was just as insanely aroused as she was. This little episode of ass-fucking wasn't going to last very long. After just a few minutes Monica was on the verge of coming. She felt the hot rush of Mark's jizz deep in her asshole, and that put her over the edge.
"Ohhhhh, honey, that's it, I'm coming!" she screamed.
"Awwwww, fuck, shit, aaaggghhhhhh!" Mark roared.
The powerful climax rocked her body, and Monica sobbed in ecstasy. She knew now that she'd never have to cheat on Mark again. Her brand-new husband could take care of all her needs, and she wouldn't be tempted to stray. And she'd see to it that he didn't stray, either. She'd be needing so much of his love-making that he wouldn't have any energy left over for other women!
