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.
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.
"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.
"Gonna come real quick," he gasped.
"Okay, Roy, just one second more," Monica panted. "Give it to me as hard as you can, and I'll come with you."
Roy obeyed, pulling out all stops, fucking into her like a pile driver. Her body rattled with the impact, and the big bed creaked and rocked. She almost expected the whole apartment building to rock, he was fucking her so hard. But it was just what she needed to put her into orbit. She screamed in ecstasy as a hot climax radiated out from the depths of her cunt.
"You did it, I'm coming!" she wailed. "Ohhhhh, shit, whaaahhhhh!"
"Awwwwww, Christ, arrrggghhh!" Roy bellowed.
As he pumped his boiling jizz into her, Monica just wished her husband could see her. Then he'd realize that two can play the adultery game. But it would be awhile before she could confront Mark, and in the meantime she intended to grab for all the fun she could get. Her revenge trip was turning out to be a lot more satisfying than she'd dreamed.