Nick Eastwood - Hot horny newlywed

"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."

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.