Monica wasn't aware of what a striking figure she made in that skin-tight black sequined jump suit and those black high heels. As she strode around the room, men stared after her, giving her lusty looks. Pretty soon she had a small pack of guys trailing her. Finally one of them strode ahead of the pack and caught up with her.
"Hello there," he said, "I'm Paul. Want to get it on?"
Monica stopped short and stared at him. She was a tall girl and there weren't many men she had to look up at, but Paul was one of them. He was probably six-feet-five, a powerful bearded giant, and he looked as if he pumped iron. His massive muscular body turned her on like crazy. His proposition had been pretty blunt, but she didn't hesitate to accept it. After all, it was that kind of party.
"Sue, Paul," she said, "I'd love to get it on with you. My name's Monica. Shall we go to the guest room?"
"Guest room?" Paul smiled. "Why? What's wrong with the living room?"
Monica blushed clear down to her toes. "Well, Paul, this is my first party," she said, "and I don't think I have the nerve to do it in front of people."
"Oh, that's easy," he said. "As soon as you get really turned on, you don't mind having an audience. Or maybe you're the kind who'll even get off on it. A lot of us do. Come on."
He took her hand and started leading her out toward the center of the room. Monica gave a yelp of alarm and dug her heels in. Paul felt her resistance, looked down at her, and laughed. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her easily. The next thing she knew, she was being set down in the center of the living room where the other two couples had performed.
"Hey, look," somebody exclaimed, "a new girl". There was a round of applause and people crowded in closer to look at Monica.
Blushing furiously, she said between clenched teeth, "Paul, I can't go through with this."
"Sure you can," he said calmly. "Just start by undressing me. That'll give you something to do."
Monica's impulse was to run away, but she knew Paul was too strong for her and would just drag her back into the spotlight. Taking his clothes off would be a good way to kill time until she figured out how to escape. As she started undressing him, she heard people buzzing and chatting about her, wondering who she was. For the first time she began to hope that Mark didn't find out about her escapades. It would be pretty hard to explain fucking a complete stranger in public!
Still she couldn't help feeling hotly aroused as she unveiled Paul's superbly muscled body. And as she peeled his shorts down over his hard-on, her fingers trembled with excitement. She couldn't help gawking at his cock. It was just as massive as the rest of him, a bloated column of meat that looked thicker than her wrist. She creamed furiously, and her lust reached the boiling point.
She knelt to help him step out of his clothes, then remained for a moment on an eye level with his cock. She thought briefly about giving him a blow-job while she was down there, but it was clearly out of the question. She couldn't get her lips open wide enough to take that monster. Paul knew it, too, because he just laughed and lifted her to a standing position.
With one deft movement he unzipped her jumpsuit and peeled it away, letting it puddle down around her ankles. Monica blushed hotly as she stood there in just her bikini panties and bra. Paul lifted her a little, and her jumpsuit and high heels dropped to the rug. He started to reach for her bra, but she gave a squeal of alarm and started to run.
"Stop her," Paul growled.
Eager hands grabbed Monica and dragged her back to center stage. Paul was grinning at her like he would at a naughty little kid. "Honey, don't spoil the show," he said soothingly. "If you just relax, you'll have a great time."
"I just can't do it in front of people," Monica protested.
"Sure you can," Paul said, "and you're going to. You're not leaving this spot till I've fucked you."
Monica didn't think it was possible to blush any harder, but she did. Paul saw that she was still resisting, and he signaled to somebody on the sidelines. Kurt soon joined them, accompanied by a very handsome blond guy in his late twenties. They each took one of Monica's arms and held her firmly in place.
"Just relax now, Monica," Kurt said, "and I'm sure you'll have a marvelous time. By the way, I'd like you to meet my nephew Ken."
Monica stared at the blond guy, and he leered at her. She made another attempt to wriggle free, but the men were too strong for her. She went on blushing and squirming as Paul unhooked her bra and removed it. There was more applause, from both men and women, and the crowd eyed her large firm tits and stiff pink nipples. Monica wished she could fall through the floor. She'd never felt so mortified in her life.
Next Paul removed her panties, and there was no way she could stop him. She stood there stark naked in front of a hundred people, unable to escape. Then the big man knelt in front of her and gently folded back the dark fur of her bush to isolate the ultra sensitive bud of her clit. His huge wet tongue flashed out and contacted her clit.
"Oh, nooooo," she wailed.
Her protest turned into a moan of ecstasy as Paul began to tongue-lash her clit. In spite of her embarrassment and shyness, she couldn't ignore that exquisite pleasure. His tongue was hot and juicy, and it covered her whole clitoral area with hot sensations. She creamed helplessly, the molten juice running down her thighs. Paul just would have to be an expert pussy eater!
"Good," Kurt commented, "that's bringing her around." He turned to his nephew and went on, "Sometimes people resist these parties at first, but we change their minds."
"I can see that," Ken chuckled.
Monica was struggling to regain her self-control, but it was a losing battle. Paul's huge hot tongue was lathering her clit with hot spit and working it into its own tiny hard-on. Her clit throbbed and swelled under his expertly massaging tongue, and she couldn't help gurgling and moaning as the hot pleasure sizzled through her horny pussy.
"Unnnhhhhh," she moaned.
"Good going, Paul," somebody called out, "you're really getting to her."
That was true, Monica had to admit. It still shocked the socks off her to be making out in front of an audience, but her pussy had a mind of its own. Her pussy wasn't bashful or inhibited. It just wanted thrills, no matter how many people were watching. She felt her clit throbbing violently, and molten juice spurting from her cunt as Paul's big hot tongue worked her to the very brink of orgasm. She felt like she had to come or die of need.
"Ohhhhhh, my God, ohhhhh," she sobbed. "Want me to get you off?" Paul whispered. "Yesssss," she whispered back, her voice hoarse with longing.
"Okay," Paul said out loud, "I'll get you off, Monica, but with my cock, not my tongue."
Monica blushed hotly. He'd fooled her, making her think he was going to eat her till she came. But all the while he'd been planning to fuck her in front of all those people. She squirmed and twisted and tried to get away, but Kurt and Ken maintained their firm grip on her arms. Paul stretched out on his back, his massive cock standing straight up and drooling.
"Christ, the guy's hung like an elephant," some girl giggled.
"Looks like a fireplug," a man said enviously.
Like everybody else, Monica couldn't help gawking at Paul's incredibly huge prick. And she couldn't help wanting to feel it in her lust inflamed cunt. She would have preferred to do that in private, however, and she went on protesting and struggling as Ken and Kurt dragged her over to straddle Paul's big hairy body. They forced her to her knees, and her wet cuntal opening touched the massively swollen head of Paul's drooling boner.
"Ohhhhh, nooooo," she wailed.
Nobody paid any attention. Like Kurt said, they had ways of changing people's minds, and they all seemed confident that Monica would start to enjoy the scene. She wasn't all that sure. She felt so humiliated as Ken and Kurt held her in place, her knees hugging Paul's hips, her cunt mouth pushed hard against his cock head. The big man shivered lustily, held her by the waist, and started easing his huge horse-cock into her.
"Unnnhhhhh," she gasped.
She'd been a virgin just a few days ago, and the fit was incredibly tight. Paul felt it, and he snorted with excitement. He was gentle, though, pushing into her ever so slowly and carefully, not wanting to hurt her. Monica appreciated that, because he could have split her tiny cunt with that enormous rock-hard prick of his. Gradually she felt her little cunt being filled with the thick throbbing column of prick meat.
"Holy shit, she's tight," Paul groaned.
Monica glanced around and saw that every eye in the room was riveted to Paul's giant cock. It was stretching her cunt lips hugely, cramming her belly. It must have seemed like a miracle to the audience that she could take his massive cock. It sure felt like a miracle to Monica, too. She felt stuffed breathless when his enormous prick finally touched her womb and his coarse-haired balls came to rest against her cunt.
"You got it all, baby," he rasped.
Monica didn't have to be told that – she could feel it. She felt like she had a baseball bat up her tiny cunt. But she couldn't deny that it was pretty exciting to take a cock that huge. Helplessly she creamed all over his thick throbbing cock, making his way slicker and easier. He began to fuck her in deep, slow, sensuous strokes, and she barely stifled a gurgle of pleasure.
She still felt shy about being watched by so many people, and she was embarrassed to reveal just how much she was enjoying Paul's massive plowing cock. She kept still, and Ken and Kurt went on holding her in place. Glancing to either side, she saw that the two men had hard-ons, the flies of their pants bulging. Like everybody else in the room, they were fascinated by the sight of Paul's gigantic prick reaming her tiny cunt.
Yet Paul's cock wasn't too big for her. Her greedy pussy expanded to take it, and each deep thrust gave her a hot blast of pleasure. As her excitement mounted, she creamed more heavily, and Paul's big prick probed her depths easily. Monica was finding it very hard to control herself. She wanted to let go completely and gurgle and moan her pleasure. Finally she just couldn't hold back.
"Unnnhhhh, ahhhhhh," she gasped.
Paul leered up at her. "You like it now, don't you, baby?" he asked.
Monica just blushed and said nothing, but now her audience knew how much she loved Paul's fucking. She couldn't hide the signs of her pleasure. Her pretty face was contorted into a lusty grimace, her eyes rolling. Thick hot cream overflowed her cunt and gushed down her thighs. Her whole body was flushed with arousal, and with each deep lunge of Paul's cock she gave a helpless cry of pleasure.
No, there wasn't any point in hiding her feelings now. She just tried not to look at that sea of faces around her as she rode Paul's pistoning prick and felt the hot pleasure building in her pussy. Pretty soon she was going to be coming – climaxing in front of a hundred people. She wondered just how she was going to handle that.
"Mmmmmmm, yessss," she hissed, "fuck it to me, Paul, give me that big ol' cock."
"You can have all you want, honey," he grinned.
She felt Ken and Kurt's palms starting to sweat as they held her arms. The two men were getting wildly turned on as they watched Paul fucking her and heard her wicked cries of encouragement. Both of them wanted to fuck her, too, Monica realized. She got hotly aroused by the thought of taking one stiff cock after another. She could do it if she wanted to. The only catch was that she'd have to let everybody in the room watch!
But having an audience was bothering her less and less as the minutes passed. Paul was giving her a really terrific fuck, and her pleasure was overcoming her embarrassment. He was like a fucking machine, steady and rhythmic and tireless. He just kept sawing his massive rock-hard cock in and out of her juicy cunt, not even breaking into a sweat.
"Ahhhhh, yeah, you got a nice tight pussy, honey," he panted.
"Mmmmmm, I love your big cock, Paul," she moaned.
Ken chuckled and said, "Uncle Kurt, I think we can let go of her now. She's not about to run away."
"You're right, Ken," Kurt replied, his voice hoarse with arousal.
They let go of Monica's arms, but neither of them moved away. They stood right there, eyes riveted to Paul's cream-soaked prick as it reamed her depths. They were breathing loudly and harshly, and of course everybody in the room could see their sharply tented flies. When they didn't go away, Monica realized that the men were lined up to have their turn with her. Things were really getting outrageous. Not that she was protesting, of course.
She knew she could fuck three guys in a row and love it. It wouldn't tire her out. It might not even, be enough to satisfy all the hot lust she had stored up. But it sure would be fun to find out. She creamed heavily onto Paul's deep-probing cock, and when he felt the scalding bath, he snorted with excitement and fucked into her faster and harder.
"Take it, baby," he growled, "can you take it this hard?"
"Unnnhhhh, yessss," she moaned, "really give it to me, Paul, fuck my brains out."
Beside her, Ken groaned. "Man, I can't take much more of this," he said. "I'm about to jack off."
"I know the feeling," Kurt said hoarsely. "Paul, any chance of our getting in on the fun?"
"Why, sure, Kurt," Paul answered, "the more, the merrier as far as I'm concerned."
"Far out," Ken exclaimed.
There were exclamations from the audience, too, and some people whistled and clapped. Monica didn't have the foggiest idea what everyone was talking about. How could Kurt and Ken get in on this action, when Paul was already fucking her? She soon found out. Uncle and nephew stripped right there beside her, and she found herself facing two more stiff naked cocks.
"Go ahead, Ken," Kurt said, "I want to go on watching a little while longer."
"Right," Ken leered.
He walked around behind Monica, and she felt him grasping her hips. He was kneeling back there, straddling Paul's legs. But what in hell was he up to? He couldn't possibly be thinking of cramming a second cock into her cunt. Her pussy was already stuffed nearly to bursting by Paul's massive cock. Yet she felt him rubbing his prick head in her cream.
"Ken, what are you doing?" she squeaked.
"This," he said.
"Oh, my God," Monica gasped.
He was easing his prick up her ass. She was totally unprepared for that. Stunned, she didn't move or speak as she felt the long hard rod of cock flesh filling her untried ass. To her surprise, it didn't hurt. It was a very tight fit, but it felt exciting, arousing. Now she had two cocks in her belly, separated only by a thin wall of flesh. Ken started moving his prick to Paul's rhythm.
"Ohhhhhh, God," Monica cried.
Her hot little asshole was just as sensitive and receptive as her cunt. She loved being fucked there. And of course it was incredibly exciting to be taking two cocks at the same time. Even in her wildest fantasies she'd never imagined herself doing that. As the two horny guys plunged their cocks to her depths, she felt double the pleasure and excitement she'd get from an ordinary fuck. She spun out of control, whimpering and moaning.
"Ooooooo, shit, yesss," she cried, "do it to me, you guys, fuck it to me."
She glanced up just in time to see hot globs of cream dripping from Kurt's cock. He was watching her intently, his eyes hot with lust, his whole body flushed. His prick looked ready to burst, it was so stiff and engorged. It was high time for him to loin the fun – but how? Monica still didn't understand how she could take on three guys at the same time. But if anybody knew how, it was kinky Kurt.
Now he made his move. Leering at her, he stood in front of her, straddling Paul's chest. He rubbed the creaming tip of his cock over her lips, and she finally got the picture. Eagerly she opened her mouth and let him slide his swollen boner inside, over her slippery tongue. She closed her lips around the throbbing shaft, drew in her cheeks, and started to suck.
"Good girl," Kurt leered. "Let's give these people a real show."
Monica had actually forgotten that they had an audience. She'd been so excited about taking on three men at the same time, she'd spaced out of where they were. But she realized now that she was having a little orgy in front of a cheering fascinated crowd of people. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined doing something like this.
Kurt was moaning and jerking his cock back and forth over her tongue, feeding her his tasty prick cream. Ken was moaning even louder as he pistoned his stiff boner in her tiny slick asshole. Paul was panting and red-faced as he hammered his cock in her cunt, and it was clear that the big man was right on the verge of climax.
So was Monica. The excitement was just too great, the pleasure too overwhelming, for her to last long. She felt a violent orgasm shaking her body, and she gave hoarse muffled cries of ecstasy. That triggered her partners into climax, and she felt steaming jizz filling her mouth, cunt and asshole.
"Mmmmmmm, unnnhhhhh!" she moaned.
Glancing around as she came, she saw that her act had been a big hit. All around her people were tearing off their clothes and making love, fucking and sucking in all the ways imaginable. After watching Monica take on three men at the same time, the crowd wasn't content with just sitting and watching. She'd inspired them to have some fun of their own.
Gee, Monica thought, I'm a star.