Nick Eastwood - Hot horny newlywed

Monica laughed at herself. She couldn't get her mind off sex even when dealing with a leaky faucet. But just in case the handyman did turn out to be a hunk, she dressed for the occasion, choosing a filmy blue negligee with matching bikini panties, no bra. You could just see through the fabric and make out the vague dark outline of her big nipples. No male between nine and ninety could fail to be turned on by that outfit.

Of course with her luck, the janitor, or whoever he was, would be ninety-one. She picked up the phone, dialed the number, and was answered by a strong bass voice. The guy was named Roy, and he said he'd be right up. Monica liked his voice, and she just hoped the body matched it. A few minutes later she opened the door and let him into the apartment.

She was in luck. This guy was really built, a regular muscle man, and he was probably in his late thirties. His hair was thinning on top, but that just added to his powerful mature image. He was about six-feet-three, a good two hundred and fifty pounds, a gorgeous big animal. Monica could hardly take her eyes off him, and he seemed to have trouble looking away from her, too.

"Thanks for coming up so fast, Roy," she cooed.

"Hey, no problem, Mrs. Harrison," he said.

"Call me Monica," she smiled. "This way, please."

She showed him the leaky faucet, and he had it repaired in no time. All he had to do was replace a washer. Meanwhile Monica was frantically brewing some coffee and laying out some donuts, as an excuse to keep him in the apartment awhile longer. She couldn't control her naughty thoughts. She just had to know if his cock was as big as the rest of him.

"That should do it, Monica," he said, sticking his head into the dining area.

"Terrific, Roy," Monica beamed. "Join me for some coffee?"

"Sure," he said, "it's a slow day for a change."

He sat opposite her and kept sneaking glances at her tits. Not only could he see the outline of her nipples, but she'd let the gown gape in front, showing her deep cleavage. Roy was definitely a tit man. He was so busy gawking at her breasts that he was almost pouring coffee down his face. So far, so good. Monica was really enjoying this seduction. She just hoped he didn't have any hang-ups about making it with married women.

"I'm glad you're here, Roy," she sighed. "My husband had to go off on a business trip, and I'm feeling so lonely."

"Hey, you and Mr. Harrison just got married, didn't you?" Roy remarked. "What a bummer, him having to leave so soon."

"Tell me about it," Monica groaned. "Gosh, I get so horny, I almost go out of my mind."

Roy slowed turned red. It was part shock and part arousal, Monica was sure. He seemed totally stunned by her announcement that she was horny. While he sat there staring at her, she stood up and untied the belt of her gown. She let the gown slither off her shoulders and drift to the floor. She stood before him smiling, wearing only her skimpy blue bikini panties.

"I'm horny right now, Roy," she cooed, "so horny I can hardly stand it."

Roy opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. There was a low kind of growl, that was all. He ogled her gorgeous big titted body and swallowed hard. Monica just stood there smiling enticingly and letting him look. He made several more attempts to speak and finally got the words out, his voice hoarse with arousal.

"You're putting me on," he said.

"Oh, no, I'm not, Roy," Monica purred, "and I'll prove it."

She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her lacy little panties and started easing them down. Roy's lust-glazed eyes followed their progress. As the first dark pussy curls popped into view, he groaned. Monica turned and showed him the firm little globes of her ass as she unveiled them. Then she faced him again and drew the panties down over her little triangular bush.

"It's all yours for the taking, Roy," she purred, letting the panties drop to the floor and kicking them away.

Roy stood up with a growl of horniness, almost knocking over the table. He strode to Monica, scooped her up in his powerful arms, and carried her down the hall to the bedroom. Roy wasn't much for words, but he'd certainly made his decision clear. He set her down on the bed and started taking off his clothes, never removing his gaze from her luscious sleek body.

It occurred to Monica that she was about to fuck another man in her marriage bed, the bed she shared with Mark. Maybe she should feel guilty about that, but she didn't. When she'd discovered her husband holding hands in public with another woman, that had given her a license to do any damned thing she pleased.

No, she didn't feel the least guilt or hesitation about bring another man to that bed. She eagerly watched Roy as he stripped. She wondered how he kept his biceps from bursting through his work shirts.

"Gosh, Roy, you must work out," she said. "Yeah, every day," he said proudly. "You like what you see?"

"Mmmmm, I sure do," Monica grinned.

"Good, 'cause I sure like what I see," he replied, his voice husky with anticipation.

He was down to his shorts now, and Monica was almost panting with eagerness as she watched him gingerly peel the garment down over his hard-on. His cock was even larger than she'd expected, the biggest dick she'd ever seen. The guy was hung like an elephant.

She gurgled with arousal and creamed hotly, soaking her inner thighs. As Roy slid onto the bed and grabbed for her, she was shaking with horniness.

"I figure I must be dreaming all this," he chuckled, "but I'm gonna enjoy it anyhow."

"So am I, Roy," Monica gurgled.

He rolled onto his back and easily lifted her up to straddle him. There was no question of them fucking man-on-top. His huge hard body would have crushed her. Her knees hugging his hips, Monica pushed the slippery hot mouth of her cunt against the enormous purple head of his cock. Teasingly she rubbed her cuntal opening around on the big knob of flesh. But Roy was too horny to endure her teasing for very long.

"Lady," he growled, "I'm gonna fuck your brains out."

He grasped her tiny firm waist and started easing his prick into her. Monica felt like she was taking a baseball bat up her newly deflowered cunt. But she wasn't going to panic. She'd felt the same way the first time Mark stuck his cock into her, and she'd survived. She'd not only survived, she'd ended up loving it. She reined now as much as she could and let her twat expand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, Jesus, you're tight," Roy groaned.

It was almost an impossible combination, her tiny, tight, near-virgin cunt and his incredibly huge cock. But her horny creaming made the way slick, and her greedy box expanded, letting him fill it with his engorged boner. Monica could feel his meat throbbing against every inch of her cuntal tube. Finally it touched her womb, and she felt so full of cock she could hardly breathe.

Roy paused for breath, his prick fully into her, only his enormous coarse-furred balls showing. "Jesus," he panted, "I didn't think we were gonna make it. You got the tightest box I ever fucked."

"Well, you've got the biggest cock I ever fucked," Monica laughed, "so no wonder it's a tight fit."

"We'll make it work, though," Roy grinned. He began fucking her in long, deep, sensuous strokes, still letting her get used to his enormous steel-hard boner. Monica rode it with sighs and gurgles of pleasure, creaming steadily. The molten liquid was reamed out by his cramming prick, and it gushed down her thighs and soaked his balls. Before long she had the urge to fuck back at him, and she followed it.

"Mmmmmm, yes, fuck me with that big thing," she moaned, jerking her hips to his rhythm.

Each time he thrust into her, she came back with a counter-thrust, taking his monster cock as deep as she could get it. She'd never felt so full of cock before, so excitingly crammed. His enormous dick split and spread her pussylips till they looked like they'd burst. But she wasn't nervous any more. She knew her pussy would greedily expand to take even the largest cock. Her hot lust would solve the problem.