After Tommy left the day started to drag again.
Monica wasn't surprised to find her thoughts drifting helplessly towards sex. Obviously the more sex she got, the more she wanted. By evening she was as horny as ever, in spite of having made it with two different guys that day. All she could think about was how badly she wanted a man.
"Oh, come off it, Monica," she moaned, "can't you think about anything else?"
Apparently not. As hard as she tried, she couldn't get her mind off that fiery-hot sensation in her pussy, and she knew that the only thing she could do about it was to find a man to fuck. But where and how? It was evening now, and she didn't like the idea of going out alone after dark. She found herself moaning with frustration.
Just then the phone rang, and Monica almost knocked furniture out of the way getting to it. She answered and was very relieved to hear Kurt's voice.
"I've been thinking about you," he said, "and I want to get together with you again as soon as possible. I'm having a party tonight. How about coming?"
"Oh, Kurt, I'd love to," Monica cried.
"Terrific," he said. "Why don't you come early so we can be alone together?"
Monica agreed to that, too. She hadn't forgotten the exciting and kinky things she and Kurt had done together in his luxury penthouse apartment. She dressed quickly – and hurried over there, knowing she was going to have a good time. Kurt met her wearing only a short robe and sipping a martini. She hurried into the apartment, then stopped still and stared.
To her immense disappointment there were hired help all over the place, people cleaning and setting up buffet tables, and stocking the bar. There certainly wasn't any privacy in that living room. She looked at Kurt in dismay, but he just grinned as he mixed martinis for both of them.
"Don't worry, Monica," he said as he handed her her drink, "we'll go to my bedroom and have plenty of privacy."
Monica followed him down the hall. She hadn't seen the master bedroom yet, and when she did, she was dazzled. It was a huge room, like all the others in the penthouse, and it contained the largest bed she'd ever seen in her life, bigger even than king-size. But what really caught her eye was the mirrors. The walls and ceiling were solid mirrors, and everywhere she looked she could see reflections of herself.
"Take off your clothes and be comfortable, my dear," Kurt leered.
All he had to do was untie his robe and let it drop. Then he was naked. Monica hungrily ogled his lean hairy body and began to undress. Kurt wandered over to the vast bed and stretched out on it. Glancing around at all the mirrors, he could watch Monica stripping from various angles. She felt like she was on stage, no way to escape being seen.
She reddened a little as she began to understand the reason for all those mirrors. They were there to make Kurt's sex life more exciting, more kinky. No matter what he was doing in that room or who he was doing it with, he'd have several different views of the action. And tonight Monica was going to be the star of his weird little play.
That kind of shocked her, yet at the same time it turned her on. She dropped the last of her clothing and strolled over to the bed, her firmly thrusting tits bouncing. Kurt didn't seem as cool and formal with her this time. He didn't check his leering expression as she slid onto the bed beside him. He remained on his back, and she crawled over to him, hungrily eyeing his big semi-hard cock.
"Let's do some sixty-nine," he grinned.
"Only if you tell me what it is," Monica giggled.
The explanation didn't take long, and then she found herself crouched over his supine body, his hot breath fanning her pussy, her mouth poised right over his prick. Monica liked this idea very much. Now they could pig but on eating each other, and at the very same time, no waiting. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick his cock.
"Yes, let's just take our time," he whispered. "We've got an hour before the guests arrive."
Monica's little pink tongue was swirling all over his blue-veined cock, and he was just starting to tease her pussy with the stiff tip of his tongue, when there was a knock at the bedroom door.
"Damn," Kurt sighed. "Just stay as you are, honey, and I'll take care of this in a hurry."
Before Kurt could answer the knock, the door opened and a uniformed waiter stuck his head in. "How long do you want the wine chilled, Mr. Jamison?" he asked.
"Leave it till just before the party," Kurt replied.
The guy ducked out, not at all phased by what he'd seen, and Kurt didn't seem upset, either. "I've known the caterers a long time," he explained. "They're used to my life style."
"Obviously," Monica said, her face red.
But Kurt didn't provide any more explanations. He just went back to eating her pussy. He ran the stiff tip of his tongue up and down the moist juicy flesh of her cunt, and it felt fantastic. It felt so good that Monica forgot about the embarrassing incident with the waiter and just dived for Kurt's cock. She lashed it with her juicy hot tongue, and she shivered with pleasure.
She lathered his whole cock with her hot spit, and he tongued every inch of her steaming-hot pussy. But they both knew that this was just for openers. Now it was time to get down to serious business. Monica lifted Kurt's thick blue-veined cock and slid it into her mouth, and he groaned and shivered as she began to suck it.
"Yes, baby, suck," he cried excitedly.
Almost with the first hot suck, his prick began to swell to its full dimensions. Monica found it very exciting to feel his meat mushrooming in her mouth. It pushed her lips wider and wider apart, and it snaked into the back of her throat till finally she had to draw back to keep from being choked. She fisted and pumped the base of his cock, and she greedily sucked the rest.
Now his prick was rock-hard and violently throbbing in her mouth. She pulled her cheeks in tightly, sheathing his cock meat in the hot juicy cunt flesh. She suctioned the hot cream out of his piss hole and rolled it around in her mouth, savoring it before swallowing. As she steadily sucked out his cream and ate it, Kurt panted with excitement.
"Excellent," he breathed, "you really do have a natural talent for giving head, my dear. And now I'll return the favor."
Monica felt the stiff tip of his tongue teasing the mouth of her cunt, rimming it fast, darting in and out. He never poked it in more than an inch, and that drove her crazy. She wanted to feel his whole tongue inside her cunt, cramming her full. She jerked her hips, trying to impale herself on that slippery slab of meat.
"Mmmmmm, unnhhhhh," she moaned.
Finally he gave her what she craved, sliding his long stiff tongue into her fever-hot cunt, filling her with it. Monica responded with a muffled groan of ecstasy and a helpless burst of cream that soaked his face. He sank his tongue right to the root in her steamy little fuck hole. It was a heavenly sensation for the horny young bride.
But it felt even more exciting when he began to fuck her with his stiff tongue. Kurt was an expert at that. He hammered it into her in cock-like motions, giving her hot blasts of pleasure and making her cream like crazy. He gobbled all the tangy cream he could get, and the rest overflowed her crammed twat and gushed down her thighs.
"Mmmmmmm, uuummmm," she moaned.
All the while he was tongue-fucking her, she was sucking hungrily on his cock and gobbling his hot salty cream. Just as she'd predicted they were pigging out on each other's juices. They went at each other noisily, snuffling and growling and moaning, and they gobbled all the delicious cream they could get. And it was just at that moment that somebody came knocking at the bedroom door again.
"Shit," he sighed, pulling his dripping tongue out of Monica's pussy.
Monica froze, her lips stretched wide and her mouth stuffed full of Kurt's prick. The same waiter popped his head around the door and said, "We just wanted you to know that everything's ready now, Mr. Jamison."
"Thanks, Jerry," Kurt replied calmly, "I'll be out in a few minutes. I'm a bit busy right now."
"Yes, sir, I see that you are," Jerry said. There was just a small note of envy in his voice.
Then he closed the door and left them alone again. Kurt picked up right where he'd left off, cramming his big stiff tongue into Monica's juicy pussy hole, hammering it to her like a hard cock. She recovered from her embarrassment and went back to sucking his cock. The incident had seemed completely routine to Kurt and to the waiter Jerry, so Monica saw no reason to be uptight about it.
If she went on like this, she was going to become as kinky as Kurt. A complete stranger had just watched her sucking cock, and she'd managed to survive. Greedily she suctioned out more hot salty cream from Kurt's prick, shivering with delight as he noisily tongue fucked her. By now both of them were hurtling toward orgasm, going at each other faster and faster as their lust reached the boiling point.
Monica began to tighten her famished cunt around Kurt's pistoning tongue, creating more delicious hot friction. She sucked very hard on his throbbing cock and heard him groan as he nearly shot his load. It wouldn't be long now before she had a whole mouthful of his tasty cock juice. She reached down and massaged his bloated hair-thatched balls as she sucked him off, adding to his wild excitement.
"Mmmmmm, uuummmm," she moaned.
She could barely hold off her orgasm by now, yet she greedily held out, wanting the crazy excitement to last. She glanced to one side, then the other, and watched their reflection in the mirrors. It really was obscene to observe herself that way, and it got even more kinky when she caught Kurt's eye in the mirror and he leered at her.
Yet it was a fascinating sight, too. She'd never watched herself making love before. Her red-glossed lips were stretched grotesquely wide around Kurt's nearly-exploding cock, and they were zipping up and down the blue veined column of meat, leaving it glistening with her hot spit. Each time she plunged her steamy mouth down his cock shaft, Kurt's features twisted into a lusty grimace, and he gave a muffled groan.
She could watch that, or she could watch Kurt hammering his thick wet tongue in and out of her splayed pink cunt lips. He plunged the wet meat into her as far as it would go, reaming her smoking depths and giving her hot blasts of pleasure. His face was drenched with her uncontrollably gushing cream, and he was tonguing up all the tangy juice he could get.
It was an incredibly hot and wicked scene, and the excitement of watching herself was just too much for the sex-starved young wife. She felt a massive orgasm bursting from the depths of her cunt and sizzling out to engulf her whole body. As it bit her, she sucked hard on Kurt's cock, trying for all the delicious jizz stored up in his balls. She got what she wanted.
"Unnnggghhh, aaaggghhh!" he bellowed.
Suddenly he was fucking hard at her mouth and sizzling wad after wad of come into her throat. Monica gurgled in ecstasy as she gulped the hot cream and powerful orgasmic spasms shook her body. She and Kurt noisily and greedily gulped each other's come for almost a minute before they finally rolled apart and caught their breath.
"Well," Kurt sighed, "I guess I better go play host. Take your time, my dear, and I'll see you at the party."
Monica was in no hurry to get up. She wanted to lie there and feel the satisfied glow in her pussy. She liked rubbing her naked skin against the silky bedspread. She reached for her martini and lay there sipping it, naked and content. But after only a minute or so Kurt popped back into the room, a mischievous smile on his face.
"Monica, I have kind of an unusual request," he said. "It seems Jerry, the waiter, was quite taken with you. He's seen me with other women, but none of them have turned him on like you do. He'd, well, like to meet you in private."
It was a blatant request for her to get it on with a complete stranger, and Monica felt a little shocked. But at the same time she felt wickedly aroused by the proposal. She could just imagine Jerry lusting for her after watching her going down on Kurt. He'd seen her with her mouth full of Kurt's big hard cock, and he must have fantasized himself in the same situation. Monica liked the idea of arousing a man so hotly.
"All right, Kurt, send him in," she grinned. Kurt nodded approvingly. "You're a terrific sport, Monica," he said. "This is really going to make Jerry's evening."
Monica felt her pussy creaming hotly as she waited for Jerry. This was her most outrageous sexual caper so far. She was going to make love with a man she hadn't even spoken to, a man who'd watched her giving head to somebody else. If her husband could see her now, he'd wonder what ever happened to his innocent and virginal young bride. But it would be no more than Mark deserved for his cheating!
She forgot about Mark as the door opened and Jerry stepped in. He was in his late twenties, not bad-looking, but he was clearly over whelmed by Monica. The moment he caught sight of her, he turned red. He walked over beside the bed and stared at her luscious naked body, but he didn't make a move to undress. Maybe he thought it was all too good to be true, that Kurt was just putting him on.
"Well, Jerry, what can I do for you?" Monica smiled.
"I could tell you," he sighed, "but you wouldn't do it."
"Now how do you know that?" she answered soothingly. "Why don't you just tell me what it is, and we'll see? I'm not going to get mad at you or anything."
Jerry's eyes made another hot sweep of her big-titted body. He swallowed hard and, said hoarsely, "Well, I'd just like to touch you, Monica. I'd like to touch you all over."
He obviously wanted to do more than that, but this was all he had the nerve to request. "All right, Jerry," Monica purred, "you can touch me wherever you like, but you have to take off your clothes first."
He nodded, turning very red, and got out of his waiter's uniform. He had a nice body, and Monica felt her excitement growing. His cock was long and very stiff, so hard that it didn't even move as he crawled into the bed. He reached for her big silky-skinned tits and began to mold and squeeze them, and Monica gave a gurgle of pleasure.
"Mmmmmm, Jerry, that feels nice," she cooed.
She just lay there and let him touch her wherever he wanted to. He massaged her sensitive tits till hers nipples went rigid with arousal, and he ran his hands over her satiny shoulders and arms and legs. She parted her thighs, letting him know that it was okay to touch her down there, too, and he snorted with excitement and slid a hand onto her pussy.
"Yesssss, make me feel good," she hissed.
Jerry eagerly explored her hot juicy pussy, and his cock began to leak big hot gobs of cream. The poor guy was horny out of his mind but still not sure that they weren't playing a joke on him. Trying to gauge just how lusty Monica was, he slid his thick middle finger into her cunt. She creamed all over it, a reaction that couldn't be faked.
"Mmmmmmn, Jerry, your finger feels so good in there," she gurgled.
"Oh, Jesus," he moaned, feeling her tiny hot cunt clamp around his finger.
"Your cock would feel even better," she went on.
"What?" he exclaimed.
Monica grinned wickedly and said, "I want you to fuck me, Jerry. Will you do that for me, please?"
He opened his mouth to reply, but no words came out. He gave up trying to answer and just crawled between her legs instead. Her thighs were widely and eagerly parted, and thick cream was running from her thirsty little cunt. Incredible as it seemed, this gorgeous young woman was actually begging him to stick his cock into her. He gave a growl of lust and crammed his prick to the hilt in her steaming little fuck hole.
"Unnnhhhh, yesss," she hissed, "get into me, Jerry, fuck my brains out."
"Ahhhhh, Christ," he groaned.
This young man was just too wildly turned on to last very long. He couldn't be slow or gentle. He started fucking into her like a machine gone wild, their bodies slapping loudly together. Luckily his roughness and speed were just what Monica craved at that moment. She clung to him and gurgled with ecstasy as his rock-hard fuck tool reamed her cunt.
"Yessss, fuck it to me, fuck it to me," she babbled, her hips jerking to his rhythm.
Jerry had his eyes closed in total bliss as he fucked the beautiful hot-cunted girl, but she kept her eyes open and looked in the mirrors, watching herself being fucked. It was a really kinky experience. It got even more kinky when, unknown to Jerry, Kurt slipped into the room to watch. He signaled Monica not to let on that he was there.
Her lust flamed to the boiling point as Kurt deliberately stood there and watched Jerry fucking her. Sometimes he watched the actual scene on the bed, and sometimes he looked in the mirrors. All of it aroused Monica out of her mind, and she totally lost control of herself. She fucked right back at Jerry, slamming her body against his, taking his iron-hard cock as deep as she could get it.
"Unnhhh, honey, you're fucking me so good," she moaned. "Fuck hard, make me come."
Jerry groaned and started shooting his load into her, too excited to hold back. "Take it, baby, aaaggghhh!" he roared.
"Ooooo, shit, whaaahhh!" Monica howled as she, too, began to climax.
Instinctively she closed her eyes while she came, blotting out all other sensations, and when she opened them again, Kurt was gone.
Jerry would never know that they'd had an audience.
"Gee, thanks, Monica," he said, "that, was terrific."
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Jerry," she smiled. "Now I guess I better get dressed. What kind of party is this going to be?"
Jerry snickered and said, "Well, Monica, all I can tell you is that Mr. Jamison's parties are different. Very different."