Nick Eastwood - Hot horny newlywed

"Fuck me faster now, Roy," she moaned. "You're sure you can take it?" he asked. "I'll let you know if I can't," she grinned. He grinned back and speeded up his fucking. The fit was still fantastically tight, but the way was slippery with Monica's uncontrollably gushing cream. She kept the pace, fucking back at him with greedy jerks of her hips, fully impaling herself on his gigantic stiff cock. Her hot response got him even more aroused, and he fucked into her faster and faster.

"Awwww, shit, that's good," he groaned.

Monica leered down at him, shameless in her hot lust. She liked the effect she had on this powerful man. His face was twisted into a lusty grimace, his eyes rolling crazily. Each time he sheathed his throbbing cock in her juicy little cunt tunnel, he groaned in bliss. But Monica knew that the faster he fucked her, the closer he was to shooting his load. The ecstasy couldn't last forever.

Hammering his rigid cock into her, reaming out her cream in thick floods, Roy drove them both toward body-blasting orgasms. He reached up and cupped her bouncing tits, squeezing big fistfuls of hot silky flesh. Monica's head lolled back and her eyes rolled shut as she hovered on the very brink of climax. It was a kind of agony. She ached to come, yet she didn't want these fantastic sensations to end.

Finally she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body shuddered with the first orgasmic explosion that radiated from deep in her cunt. She screamed as the delicious convulsions overpowered her. Her pussy clamped like a hot vise around Roy's deeply-thrust cock, and he began to come, too, unable to hold back the sizzling jets of jism.

"Oooooo, shit, whaahhhhhh!" Monica howled.

"Unnggghhh, fuckin' Christ, aaaggghhh!" Roy thundered.

Monica was glad the apartment was well constructed, with thick walls, otherwise the neighbors would have wondered what in hell was going on. She and Roy yelled their heads off as they came, and the king-size bed creaked and groaned. As the delicious convulsions finally faded, she rolled off his dripping cock and panted for breath.

"Oh, my God, dial ever come," she sighed.

"You and me both," Roy said. He began to grin at her. "Hey, I wasn't dreaming after all, was I?" he went on. "We really did make it."

"We sure did," Monica grinned back, "and I hope you'll stay for another round. I really like fucking you, Roy. I'd love to do it again."

Roy looked as if he could hardly believe his luck. Monica crawled closer, dipped her head down, and began to lick his cock, cleaning it of all his salty come. Then she fisted the fat base and eased the rest of his prick into her mouth. She drew in her cheeks and started to suck, and Roy groaned in bliss, his cock throbbing on her tongue.

"Ahhhh, yeah, fantastic," he cried.

It didn't take long to work him to a fever pitch of arousal. Roy clearly loved to have his cock sucked. He lay there flushed and panting, his nostrils flaring wide with each hungry suck. Monica felt his prick give a lusty twitch, and then it began to grow. She wasn't prepared for how much it grew.

"Ummmph," she gasped.

Roy's cock mushroomed suddenly to its full dimensions, swelling up so thick that it forced her lips apart to the busting point. His prick ballooned into her throat, choking her. There was no way she could keep that monster cock in her mouth. She backed off, coughing and rubbing her throat, and Roy gave a wistful sigh.

"Damn," he said, "it happens every time. I never met a woman yet who could give me a blow-job."

"Well, Roy, don't give up hope," Monica answered, still rubbing her sore throat. "Maybe someday you'll meet a woman with a very big mouth."

"I already did," he sighed, "she's my wife. But she don't think it's nice to give head. You can't win."

"Oh, I don't know about that, Roy," Monica cooed. "Don't you think you're winning right now?"

She rolled into the doggy position as she spoke, and Roy ogled her luscious little ass and dripping pink slit. "Yeah, you're right," he growled, "I'm sure a winner today."

He crawled over to her and knelt behind her, then wedged the enormous meaty head of his cock into her tiny but juicy cuntal opening. Once again Monica felt like she was taking a cannonball up her cunt, but at least this time she knew she'd survive. She'd not only survive, she'd love it. She clawed the bed and gurgled with excitement as he crammed her full of his huge throbbing prick.

"Unnnhhh, yesss, stick it in me, Roy, give me every inch of that big thing," she moaned. Roy's loud ragged breathing told her how excited he was as he sheathed his prick to the balls in her steamy little fuck tunnel. Fully into her, he paused for breath, and she creamed all over his huge pulsating cock. Then he began to fuck her in deep slow strokes, luxuriating in the sensation of her hot and juicy twat hugging his cock. Each time his prick glided to her smoking depths, Monica gurgled blissfully.

"Mmmmmmmmm, yeah, Roy, that feels fantastic," she sighed.

"It sure as shit does," he chuckled.

Roy could still hardly believe what was happening. He'd never met Mark Harrison's new bride before, though he'd heard she was a knockout. When he walked into the apartment this morning he'd barely been able to control his lust. Monica was like something out of his jack-off fantasies, tall and big-titted and gorgeous, one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen. And now he was actually fucking her!

He didn't know how he'd gotten so lucky. And he sure couldn't figure out how a girl as attractive as Monica had gotten so hard up for sex. It was pretty stupid of Harrison to go off and leave her like that, but his loss was Roy's gain. The burly janitor grinned broadly as he worked his swollen prick in Monica's deliciously tight and juicy box.

"Good for you, baby?" he leered.

"Mmmmm, I love it, Roy," she gurgled, "keep doing it to me, don't stop."

Roy wished he never had to stop. He wanted to go on fucking this beautiful young woman forever. She was gurgling and moaning and creaming as she took his cock, and she wasn't shy about letting him know that she loved being fucked by him. He had a hunch that as long as he wanted to fuck her, she'd be up for it.

His hunch was correct. Monica felt like she could take his huge hard cock all day and night and not get tired of it. Each deep lunge of his prick was ecstasy to the horny young bride. His throbbing boner crammed her full, stimulating her cunt all over. She just couldn't stop creaming as she took those powerful deep strokes.

As Roy's excitement mounted, he began to fuck her faster and harder and that was fine with Monica. The harder, the better, as far as she was concerned. She clawed the bed and moaned in ecstasy as his wrist-thick cock hammered into her. Her big ripe tits swung heavily back and forth with the impact of his fucking, and his massive boner forced out her hot cream. The molten liquid gushed down her thighs in a steady flood.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she chanted hoarsely, "fuck the living shit out of me, Roy."

Her shameless cries of encouragement were arousing Roy out of his mind. He gave a snort of lust and began fucking into her like a pile driver, his belly loudly slapping her ass. She had to grip the bedspread to keep from being knocked over by the force of his fucking. But she didn't protest – she loved it! This nearly brutal fucking was just what she needed to satisfy all her stored-up needs.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, fuck me hard, Roy," she whimpered, "really give it to me, honey."

Roy's eyes were rolling crazily, and his breathing was harsh and ragged. He was right on the verge of coming, yet he greedily fought it off, wanting to prolong his pleasure. He had a feeling that his encounter with the horny young housewife was just a one-shot deal, and he wanted to make the most of it. But there came a point when he finally couldn't hold out any longer.