Nick Eastwood: Hot horny newlywed

Of course that was the best spot of all, the most sensitive and receptive. Monica gurgled with pleasure as Kurt ran the stiff tip of his tongue around and around the stiffening shaft of her joy button, teasing it into its own tiny hard-on. He tongued her clit in that swift circular motion till it was engorged and rigid, swollen up with lust. In that condition it was twice as sensitive as usual. He began to whip it with the pointed tip of his tongue, and Monica almost flew off the couch.

"Unnnhhh, yessss, lick me there," she cried.

He flicked his tongue stiffly up and down over her wildly throbbing joy button, doing it fast and firmly, giving her a continuous buzz of hot sensation. Monica loved it. She soaked his bobbing chin with hot spurts of pussy cream, and she clawed the couch as he expertly tongued her to a fever pitch of arousal. She felt like she had to come or go crazy.

"Do it to me, get me off," she pleaded hoarsely, "I just have to come, Kurt."

"Don't worry, my dear," he chuckled. "You'll have all the orgasms you want tonight."

That was hard to believe, but he sounded confident. And if he could eat pussy like that, he could get her off dozens of times, that was for sure. Now he was jamming his lips onto her erect clit and starting to suck her off. She gave a yelp of delight and closed her eyes, shutting out everything but the fantastic sensations he was giving her with his swiftly massaging lips.

"Oooooo, shit, yessss, I'm almost there," she hissed.

The big room echoed with the obscene wet sounds of his sucking, but the noise just added to Monica's insane arousal. The guy was driving her to a frenzy of need, and she arched her body up sharply, shoving her clit between his lips, desperate to come. She really didn't have to work at it, though. In seconds Kurt had her teetering on the brink of climax.

Feverishly horny, Monica whimpered and groaned as he sucked her off. She felt the hot orgasm starting at the base of her clit and exploding outward, shaking her whole body deliciously. Her thick molten cream gushed out in uncontrollable floods, drenching Kurt's face, and her body went into violent convulsions of pleasure.

"Ohhhhh, God, you did it, I'm coming!" she screamed.

Kurt rose to his knees and watched the results of his expert pussy-eating. Monica's tall body was bucking helplessly, her luscious big tits wobbling like jello. Her pretty face was all contorted with lust, her teeth flashing. It took her almost a full minute to finish coming, and then she sank back and gasped for breath. Kurt didn't give her much time to rest, though. She'd barely finished her first climax when he began working her toward a second one.

"Ohhhhh, my God, ohhhh," she gasped as he plunged his head between her thighs.

This time there was no preliminaries. He went right for the target. Monica gurgled in ecstasy as he crammed his whole tongue up her cunt. Making the wet meat long and rigid, he plowed it into her clear to the root, filling her with it. Then he began to tongue-fuck her in rough fast strokes, and she clawed the couch and wailed.

"I love it, Kurt, I love it," she cried.

Again that lewd wet sucking sound echoed through the room, but this time it was caused by his thick tongue pistoning up and down in her snug cunt and reaming out her juice. Monica let her head loll back, and she closed her eyes, surrendering herself completely to his expert tongue. She'd never felt such exquisite pleasure in her life.

"Ohhhhh, yes, don't ever stop," she sobbed, "do it to me forever, Kurt."

If he put a much skill and care into making money as he did into eating pussy, he had to be a millionaire. Within a minute or two he had Monica whimpering on the verge of another body-wracking climax. Even though she'd just come like crazy, she was ready to come again.

Kurt pistoned his stiff tongue faster and faster in her greedily gripping cunt, and the pleasure built in her pussy till she couldn't contain it any longer.

"Ohhhh, God, ohhhh, I'm coming!" she howled.

This time Kurt stayed with her, clutching her ass and holding her squirting pussy right against his face. He kept his big tongue buried to the hilt in her convulsing cuntal tube, feeling the hungry hard spasms all around him. When she finally finished coming, he pulled his tongue out of her and licked his lips to get the last drops of her tangy-tasting come.

Then, without another word, he rolled her over into the doggy position. Monica clutched the arm of the couch to steady herself, then whimpered shrilly as he eased his rock-hard boner into her cunt. His horniness was showing at last. He couldn't be slow and methodical this time. He started fucking her roughly, urgently, and he groaned with delight as he sheathed his prick in her velvety wet pussy hole.

"Ahhhhh, Christ, yessss," he moaned.

"Yes, fuck me, Kurt," Monica cried, "really give it to me."

His belly was slapping loudly against her ass as he hammered his prick into her, but she didn't mind his roughness at all. She needed it. She had a whole lot of lust stored up from those virginal years, a whole boiling caldron of needs and desires. She hoped he'd fuck her till she couldn't take it any more. Then maybe she'd be satisfied at last.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted hoarsely.

Kurt was groaning steadily now, hammering his stiff prick into her with all his speed and strength. The big couch creaked and rocked. Monica clutched the arm, her body shaking and shuddering with the impact of his lusty fucking. Each powerful thrust gave her a bomb-blast of pleasure and made her cream furiously, soaking his pistoning prick. She could have come at any moment, but she greedily prolonged her excitement.

"I'm going to come," Kurt groaned, "any second now."

Always the gentleman, he was warning her that she'd better get off while, she still could. Monica tightened her cunt around his hammering prick, making red-hot friction. That was all it took to send her into orbit. She felt the orgasm exploding out from the depths of her cunt and flaming through her body.

"I'm coming, Kurt!" she wailed. "Ohhhh, my God, am I coming!"

"Ahhhhhh, Christ, aaagghhh!" he roared. Monica gurgled blissfully as he sizzled his come into her greedily gulping twat. It occurred to her that she hadn't thought about her brand-new husband for almost an hour. But that was only fair. She was certain that Mark wasn't thinking about her, either. He was probably too busy having fun with Roberta, his lovely blond secretary.

"Let's have a rest and a drink, then get back to this," Kurt proposed.

"All right, Kurt," Monica purred, "why not?"

It was a long night, and Monica didn't get home till almost dawn. Kurt was a fantastic lover, and he'd shown her just about everything there was to know about fucking. She had to admit to herself that she was not only getting her revenge against Mark, she was also having the time of her life!

She slept late, then took a long hot shower. She wondered how she'd spend the day. She'd love to have seen Kurt again, and she suspected the feeling was mutual, but he had business to take care of. Maybe he'd call her later. She certainly hosed so, because she was getting horny again.

"My God, Monica, what's the matter with you?" she laughed.

All those years she'd been able to control herself, never letting her lusts cloud her judgment, never letting her needs carry her away. Now she had no control at all. She thought about all the exciting things she and Kurt had done to each other last night, and her pussy swelled up, all hot and juicy and ready. Only there was no man around to help her out.

Sighing, she stepped out of the shower and started drying off. She noticed that the sink faucet was dripping. It had been dripping ever since she moved into the apartment, but she and Mark had been too busy fucking to do anything about it. Maybe now was the time. She could call the building maintenance man and have him come up and look at it. Who knows, maybe he'd even be attractive.