Nick Eastwood - Hot horny newlywed

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.