Nick Eastwood - Hot horny newlywed

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.

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.