Franco Finnelli moved forward instantly, a low growl of desire rumbling from his throat. He grabbed Nikki by the breasts and pulled her against him, kissing and nuzzling her throat, then fastening his lips on hers and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. Nikki held her mouth open as she had done when Dane was throat-fucking her in the motel, breathing through it gustily while Finnelli's tongue rolled and swirled and jabbed against hers, his hands working greedily on her tits.
Nikki started to jack his stiff, jutting penis with both hands, using the photographer's own slimy sperm as a lubricant, but he shoved his hips anxiously toward her crotch, reaching down with both hands and dragging her against him by the buns. His dark, slender pecker poked into her dense pubic bush, then slid quickly down and stabbed between her full, brown thighs. Finnelli began sawing his prick back and forth between her legs, pressing her hips down while he forced the top of his projecting ramrod up into the heated wetness of her vulva.
More sparks flew from Nikki's clitoris as Finnelli's cock pistoned in and out of her crotch vee, the long, turgid tool pushing up higher and higher into the soggy folds of her cuntlips.
"Oh, yes, God… yes!" Nikki gasped, starting to pump her hips in return. "Oh, please, now… do it quick… put it in… oh, God, please!… I want to feel your cock!"
"You sure you're ready?" Finnelli asked, his mouth descending on Nikki's hard, jutting nipples.
"Oh, Jesus!" she panted. "Yes!… Oh, Christ!… I'm so horny I could fuck an elephant!"
Finnelli paused for an instant and chuckled, then pulled her nipple out with his lips until she bleated with pleasure-pain and desperately forced his head away from her tit.
"Come on, for God's sake!" she begged, throwing her arms around his shoulders and toppling over backwards, trying to pull him down into the missionary position. "Do it now! Fuck me… please! Fuck me hard!"
Now another voice cut in, and at the same time Nikki felt the huge, firm mattress jiggling beside her.
"All right, Frankie!" the blonde woman commanded. "Quit being a bastard! You heard what she said… she wants you to fuck her. Now hurry up and do it before I beat your ass to flinders!"
Under other circumstances this would have been funny, but Nikki was nowhere near being able to laugh. She clung desperately to Finnelli's shoulders, her breath whooshing like a runaway locomotive, her eyes squinting almost unseeingly at Tiffany, whom she perceived to be a friend, trying to help her get relief from the raging volcano that was boiling in her loins, that was sweeping through the rest of her body, fogging her brain, turning her into a helpless, pleading caricature of herself.
"Oh, Christ," Finnelli mumbled mildly, "… nag, nag, nag!"
Tiffy cracked him on the shoulder, her gigantic breasts rolling like punching bags on her chest. "Do it, dammit!"
"All right, all right!" the photographer protested petulantly, while from beneath him Nikki chimed in, "Oh, please! Oh, please!"
Finnelli centered his peter on Nikki's pussy, his nearly-black cockhead nestling against her drooling snatch-slot as she brought her thighs up on either side of him in an experienced, automatic gesture. And then he drove stiffly, strongly, deeply forward, spearing his long, slender screw-staff through the tangled folds of her outer and inner lips and plunging sweetly and thrillingly to the bottom of her sopping cunt.
The thrust brought a high, wailing cry from Nikki that trailed off thinly into the air as she arched her back, panting fiercely through her mouth, reveling in the excruciating pleasure of that long, swollen, throbbing hardness climbing endlessly into her belly. She moaned, a wordless, pleading sound as her hands fumbled helplessly at Finnelli's hips, urging him to begin a pumping motion.
"Ple-ease…! Pie-ease…!" Nikki whined frantically, the words making a tiny, honking noise in her nose. "Fuck me… fuck me… fuck me… fuck me…!"
The photographer looked over at Tiffany, his own breath coming briskly now through his nose as he felt the stimulating tightness of Nikki's deep, wet, 23-year-old vagina. "I don't think this will… take very long," he told her.
"Well, just do it, will you, for Christ's bleeding sake…!"
Finnelli leaned forward, licking one of Nikki's nipples, burying his handsome face in her neck. "Ho-! Ohh-h-h-h… thank you" she breathed as he started a smart, steady back-and-forth screwing motion with his pelvis, his weight balanced on his knees and elbows, his hairy buttocks rising and falling mechanically as he jammed his fuckstick repeatedly into the undiscovered model's snatch. It felt good! It was tight and wet and oh, so steamy inside this girl's pussy!
Nikki was holding desperately to his shoulder blades, like a shipwrecked survivor clinging to a piece of floating rubble for dear life. Only she was worse off-at least someone floating at sea had some command of bodily senses; could tell where he was; could open his eyes. But the brown-haired girl was frozen in a half-arch, her mouth open and mewling, her breath roaring gustily, her eyes tightly shut. She was a total slave to the tornado of passions that blazed out of her belly and was ravaging her entire body, paralyzing her mind, leaving her barely enough coherency to piston her rounded hips back up at Finnelli in a continuum of violent counterthrusts.
She was concentrating on just two things riding up on her lover's cock so that it could get the deepest penetration possible into her pelvis, and smearing her clitoris against him brutally on every stroke, grinding it fiercely into his down-pumping pubic bone, so that she could continue to climb higher and higher up the ladder of ecstasy to a crashing, smashing, shattering orgasm. Her breath came out of her mingled with a moan now on every one of Finnelli's thrusts; a short, sharp burst of sound marking each time that he stuffed his prong into her up to the balls.
Watching her, Tiffany could feel her mouth watering slightly, and a sudden, burning titillation went scampering through her rounded belly and settled in her deep, blonde quim. She had the feeling that her pussy must be leaking on the bed. She glanced down and saw nothing, then wiped her fingers gingerly across the mouth of her snatch. They came away covered with a slick, greasy fluid, and she had to fight the flaming urge to jam her hand back into her box and twist and pinch and jab until her battery-sized clit sparked her into a shuddering, satisfying climax, just as Nikki was on the verge of doing.
The horny blonde wanted to contribute to the vigorous fucking scene before her, but she could see that Nikki would be making it within the space of just a few seconds. So she swabbed her hand over her vulva again, then slipped her sticky, reeking fingers close to Finnelli's nose.
"Oh, God!" the photographer cried, lifting his head and sucking the pussy-slickened digits into his mouth. He slurped the tangy woman juice off the blonde's thick fingers then let them go, smacking his lips and mumbling fervently, "You've got the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted, Tiffy! I want… to eat it all!"
Just then Nikki blew her cookies, cumming loudly and violently before Finnelli had even hurled a dozen strokes into her eager, excited twat. She dug her long red nails into his back and leapfrogged her lower body ferociously and helplessly up against him, reaching for a maximum of pleasure and satisfaction as the contractions thundered through her cunt. Her face was a twisted, straining mask and a series of sharp, gargled snorting noises accompanied.each wave of silky fireworks that exploded into her belly and rolled throughout her body. Her orgasming pussy tossed itself repeatedly against the battering force of Finnelli's lunging hips until finally her bulging clitty node was drained of sensation and she sank back into the mattress, an explosion of sighs rushing out of her lungs like the four winds.
Her body suddenly took on a slightly limp, dead-cockroach kind of posture as she bathed in the warm, tingling afterglow of her intense climax. She was still cradling Finnelli's firm, hairy, glistening body as he continued to fuck his dong into her with long, liquid, stinging strokes-but her hands now held slackly to his shoulders, her head lay dazedly to one side, and her hips and girdle had softened into a lower, more receptive angle, serving merely as a cushion now for her lover's energetic pubic pounding.
A wave of post-orgasmic shudders ripped through Nikki's tall, slender frame, causing her head and hands and upraised feet to jerk spasmodically, causing a little helpless moan of satisfaction to slip from her half-open mouth. This sequence repeated itself several times while Franco Finnelli continued fucking her with machinelike reliability, his ass lifting and dropping tirelessly, his prick diving again and again and again to the bottom of her hot, soupy, overflowing tunnel.
Nikki's orgasm had raised the flames of lust even high in Tiffany's soft, quivering belly, and the big-breasted blonde now leaned over Finnelli, her soft, dangling boobs pushing sexily into his back, and whispered breathily, "… Do you want to cum, Frankie?"
The photographer turned his head and said with difficulty. "No… not yet, honey… Let her… let her have a few more… she's so goddam horny!"
The blonde pushed her tongue into Frankie's ear Frenching it gently and lovingly. He was being drawn into the grip of Nikki's magic membranes she thought to herself. He was a lot closer to spewing his rocks than he thought he was. Oh, well, what the hell-he was only five years older than her own age of 28; he was still young and energetic enough to service two young, lusty, horny women at the same time and make it worthwhile for both of them. He was still man enough to keep a rod up for two or three hours and maybe pop his cork three or four times.
And as long as he could do that, Tiffy thought, she would be happy to stay in his bed. Anything less, and she would quickly be looking for another huge, hard hunk of male meat. She was too much woman to ever let herself go to waste…
"Well, don't forget about me, Loverboy," she breathed in his ear. "I'm pretty damned horny, too!"
Finnelli reached out and grabbed one of the blonde's giant breasts as she straightened up, squeezing it fondly and pushing it sensuously, and with some difficulty, back into her chest. She closed her eyes and licked her wide lips in response, arching her chest forward and purring throatily.
"How could I forget about you, baby?" he asked through his labored breathing. "You're the… best-looking… best-loving… best-fucking female… I've ever-"
"Oh, you say that to all the broads," Tiffy interrupted, pushing his hand away from her tit.
Just then another explosion-of cries and whimpers came from Nikki, who had been taking a steady, solid battering from Finnelli s plunging prick and hammering hips all the time he had been talking to the blonde. The relentless pummeling on her engorged clitty bud, the sensuous dragging on her cum-soaked membranes, had gradually built her back up to the towering plateau of another orgasm, and now it was rippling loose in her pussy.
She grabbed Finnelli's back again and began thrusting her hips furiously up at him, digging her painted.toes into the silky blue sheets, her face twisted with passion, her teeth viciously clenched, grunting louder and louder with each frenzied, bucking stroke. Then the cauldron in her cunt boiled over, sending the hot, slippery cum juices flooding into her clinging channel once more. A whiplash of clenching, squeezing contractions stormed through her womb, gripping and tugging and jerking at Finnelli's tortured cock, making the slender, stabbing stanchion feel like it was caught in a soupy, steamy meat grinder.
The photographer raised his head and looked around in surprise as Nikki began choking and babbling incoherently, her head rolling helplessly from side to side. He had a dazed, unprepared expression on his face, and he reached toward Tiffany for assistance.
"Tiffy!" he said breathlessly, "I… she-I'm gonna shoot, Tiffy! I'm gonna shoo-o-oot…!"
The blonde woman leaned forward immediately, understanding exactly what he wanted. She gathered him into her arms as he raised up from Nikki's orgasming body, thrusting her huge breasts against his torso and covering his open mouth with hers. She sipped her long, hot tongue quickly into his mouth and began sliding it wetly and sensuously against his own while her lips nibbled and chewed hungrily at his.
Tiffy had been ready for this, because she knew he was closer to cumming than he thought he was. He loved to snuggle against her gargantuan bosom, feeling the big, jutting nipples poking into his chest, and exchange deep, sloppy, languorous French kisses with her when he was breaking his nuts. He told her it provided him with the most protected; satisfied sensations of his life, a combination of being sheltered on the great, indestructible softness of her bosom at the same time he was firing his sperm into a tight, wet, pumping pussy.
When he had confessed this to Tiffany it had struck a motherly instinct within her; had made her feel like there was more to their relationship than just pure, simple' animal rutting. It had made her feel there was something more special about her than the numerous other attractive women 'the photographer went to bed with. So the next time Finnelli brought a model in for a three-way sex party, Tiffy had been hit with a brilliant inspiration. She had been a cheap, little trick, anyway; a rinsed redhead with baseball-sized boobs and snatch hair as black as Finnelli's, and Tiffy hadn't liked her worth a damn.
What kind of work Frankie could have been using her for, she couldn't imagine. Then when she saw the way the girl sucked an erect penis down her throat to the balls like a vacuum hose, virtually in one gulp, she had a clue. This bitch may call herself a model, but she was actually just a professional auditioner. The shutter pros found out how well she could suck cock and passed her around, each saying the next would have the right thing for her. In fact, there hardly would have been anything she could limp through at the high-class, high-gloss national and international levels, and she should have been smart enough to know it. Chances were that she'd end up fucking -for the "Camera in a bunch of low-budget, low-quality adult movies, just to keep from starving to death!
So when Frankie finally stopped schlepping his stalk down the little tramp's throat and cumming in and on her face, and settled down to some serious fucking in her smelly little snatch, Tiffy had decided to get in the way as much as she could. First, when the bitch had asked Tiffy to suck her tits, the blonde had pinched her nipples hard instead-only, to find that this turned her on more than ever! Then Tiffy climbed up and dropped her big blonde cunt right on the girl's face, doing her best to smother the little twist. She had to grudgingly admit that the way the girl had eaten her out-digging her tongue into the soft, blonde fleece and stabbing her huge clit into a fiery erection-was really pretty exciting… but rather than let herself get into it, Tiffy had reversed her position on the girl's face, turning around so she was facing Frankie.
Then, with Frankie jamming his javelin into the broad's twat for all he was worth, it was the most natural thing in the world for Tiffy to take him in her arms, cradling his upper body against her massive boobs, and kiss and tongue him tenderly, She knew a little bit about the sexy, motherly combination that turned most men on, After all, most men had wanted to fuck their mothers when they were little boys, hadn't they? That was the theory, wasn't it? The fact was, the whole idea kind of turned her on, too.
And when Frankie shot his load in the little tart's lunchbox, the way he had trembled and moaned and pressed up against her, his tongue surging deep in her mouth-well, that had turned her on a lot more. It had reminded her of a little cocker spaniel puppy her father once bought her, something she hadn't thought about in years. The way the soft, furry little bundle had squirmed and squeaked and snuggled against her, shivering and lapping at her face… and how protective and motherly it had made her feel.
The mingling of all those adult and childhood emotions had blown her away so bad that she nearly sloshed a quart of mouthwash into that little tramp's face. She had barely gotten control of herself in time. If it had been someone she liked, then it would have been all right. But with this bimbo, not a chance! It had left her rudely frustrated for awhile, but there was no way Tiffy was going to give this little snorkel-slurper a chance to say, 'Yeah, I got Frankie Finnelli's girlfriend off even bigger than I got him off!"
The blonde had used the techniques several times since then when Frankie was balling other women, and she never failed to be gratified. It heightened his pleasure so much, she felt, that it was almost better for him than when they were simply making it together. She was no slouch at throwing her own snatch, God knew, but that razor-edged thrill men got at fucking a new and different pussy was hard to match. So when the cascade of contractions wrenched through Nikki's pelvis, stimulating Finnelli's tortured cock to orgasm sooner than he expected, Tiffany was ready to respond.
She grabbed her lover and went to work enthusiastically, and once again she was not disappointed. The photographer groaned loudly, his tongue quivering in the blonde's open mouth. Then he began to utter a series of small, urgent sobs, his hips, bucking wildly against Nikki's pelvis, his body trembling helplessly against Tiffany's soft, naked bosom. She knew from his actions that he was cumming, the hot, thick spurts of jism splashing into Nikki's tube and filling it with liquid fire, the same squirts that Tiffy had felt in her own cunt so many times.
Nikki gargled breathlessly, "Ooh, warm!… It's warm… " and the blonde lashed her tongue fiercely in Finnelli's mouth, hugging him tightly and trying to be as motherly as she could. She held on until he stopped quivering and she was sure he had finished pumping his sperm into Nikki's overflowing snatch. The three of them stayed like that for a long time, Finnelli and Nikki breathing rapidly and loudly while Tiffany rocked the photographer back and forth in her arms, purring softly to him.
From that point on, Nikki had a hard time remembering everything that happened. She knew she was still lying in the tingling throes of her second orgasm when the blonde abruptly pulled Finnelli from between her legs. Then Tiffany replaced him there, her tongue working warmly and thrillingly over Nikki's wet, sticky inner thighs, then diving boldly into the oozing mouth of her soupy, sloppy fuck-box. The blonde's patient, experienced mouth and tongue lapped slowly and steadily up and down Nikki's aroused vulva, licking and cleaning the overflow of the recent orgasms, drawing an occasional hum of pleasure from the brown-haired subject.
Then Tiffany returned to Nikki's drooling cunt-slot, her golden head bobbing and twisting gently between the full brown thighs as she slurped tirelessly at the gooey, mingled mixture of Finnelli's sperm and Nikki's own spunky cum-juice. Her warm, electric tongue swirled deeper and deeper into the soggy channel, sweeping away the tangy liquid while Nikki writhed under the tingling stimulation of the blonde's ceaseless oral laving.
Then, just as Nikki was starting to float upward toward another series of orgasmic peaks, the blonde's wet, stroking, stinging tongue disappeared. Nikki whimpered in disappointment; and by the time she opened her eyes and looked around, Tiffy and Finnelli were engrossed in another erotic coupling. The blonde was lying flat on the bed, her pale gold head pointed toward the foot where Nikki lay. Her heavy white thighs were jacked straight up in the air, resting on the multi-colored mound of satiny pillows, and spread wide apart. And between them was Finnelli's head his face pressed in her protruding pink pussylips.
As Nikki watched, Finnelli's head moved up and down and back and forth like a kitten furiously licking its paws, while Tiffy moaned hoarsely and her huge, mounded breasts rose and fell on her chest. The big pink nipples jutted stiffly toward the canopy atop the bed, their silver dollar-sized aureoles puckered like rhinoceros hide. The blonde suddenly twisted her head and looked back at Nikki with those pure blue eyes, a dreamy expression on her face.
"… Come here, darling," she said throatily, extending one hand back toward the brown-haired girl.
Nikki crawled forward and kissed her hungrily, their tongues entwining like frenzied eels, dueling and darting and swirling and sliding. Nikki felt like she was being drawn into a wildly exciting pornographic movie, participating in one horny sexual scene after another. She moved from Tiffy's delicious mouth down to her nipples, sucking and biting at the erected flesh while the blonde stroked and fondled her own dangling 36-DDs, pulling and pinching the brown nipples until sparks flew in Nikki's cunt.
Then Nikki slid down and joined Finnelli in eating his lover's slippery, gaping pink quim, her fingers running repeatedly through the soft, silken blonde pubic hair. The acid-sweet reek of Tiffy's coot filled Nikki's nostrils and sent flames leaping through her belly, driving her wild with desire. She grabbed the wide, tender-skinned hips and buried her face in the juicy pussy, sucking fiercely at the blonde's blood-choked, battery-sized clit.
Tiffany grunted loudly and bucked her heavy pelvis violently, burying Finnelli in her huge, soft ass-cheeks and nearly throwing Nikki off the bed. She continued to thrust and heave wildly as Nikki stabbed her hardened tongue into that huge ditty-node time and time again. Then Tiffy reached over with a panting, croaking curse and dragged Nikki's ass toward her, throwing one long leg across her heaving bosom and plunging her tongue into the visitor's open pussy as far as it would go.
It seemed to Nikki that this three-way cunnilingus session had lasted for hours, her tongue battling Finnelli's for access to Tiffy's tasty, cunt slickened pink membranes. The two of them frequently exchanged deep, fiery French kisses, breathing heavily through their mouths, while Nikki toyed with Tiffy's clit and Finnelli dug four fingers into her yawning screw-slot, plunging them in almost to the wrist. The blonde groaned and babbled and begged them not to stop, most of the sounds spoken into the meaty mask of Nikki's slobbering cunt.
Eventually, after an orgasm of Tiffy's that nearly broke her neck in the scissoring of those powerful thighs, Nikki rolled off to one side. She had been goaded to two blazing cum-blasts by the blonde's merciless mouth, and she lay like someone mortally wounded, drained of all will, of all strength, breathing furiously and helplessly, her senses a mad jangle of over stimulation.
She was dimly, vaguely aware of the photographer climbing up between Tiffany's out flung thighs and fucking her for several more hours. It seemed like the blonde came at least a dozen times, heaving and bucking and thrashing and rolling, filling the room with her hoarse, choking cries of delight. All Nikki could remember was clinging to the bed for dear life and watching Finnelli, who labored gallantly and tirelessly between the columns of those full, white thighs.
She thought he looked like a small, furry animal-a beaver, or an otter-soaked to the skin, but still trying gamely to ride two huge logs through a whitewater rapids.
And centuries later, when Nikki awoke to find Tiffany's monstrous breasts caressing her face, she asked dazedly: "Hey, how big are those goddam things, anyway?"
The blonde smiled and chuckled throatily, grazing her nipple into Nikki's mouth.
"Well, I tell people they're 44-DDDs," she replied huskily. "But actually, I think they're getting bigger all the time!"