Nick Eastwood - Hot horny newlywed

"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."

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.