Nick Eastwood - Hot horny newlywed

"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.

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?"