Clint Murdock - Naked Nikki

"Oh, God!" he cried, his voice smothered by pubic hair and sloppy wet cuntmeat. "Stroke it, honey! Stroke it hard!"

His hips continued to pump up and down in an anxious cadence, and Denise reached back obligingly and began sliding her hand up and down the huge shaft in a counter rhythm. She could only reach an inch or two below the huge purple head at the awkward angle she was frigging him from, but her client seemed more than happy. He snapped his pelvis to and fro on the mattress, his towering pecker straining to slide deeper and deeper in the young girl's hand, as if it was a second cunt he was fucking.

Denise looked at Nikki again. "See?" she mouthed, her hips and hand maintaining their sexy pumping.

Nikki raised a protesting hand and shook her head quickly no, no, she couldn't. But her temples were pounding, her face was hot, and she was breathing harder than before. The steamy sexual atmosphere of the room was communicating itself to her, and she could feel the hot, lusty flames licking upward from her cunt, through her belly, warming her large breasts and turning the nipples hard inside her lacy pink bra.

"Come on-n-n-n," Denise mouthed to her with a shake of the long, black tresses. "Why not?"

Nikki glanced down again as she backed toward the bathroom. Now she could see the blond man's large, thick tongue lapping and probing at Denise's exposed vulva, his lips pulling sensuously at her saliva-slickened pink labia which were jutting out of her cunt outrageously. Her clit was a blood engorged thorn poking through the top of her fleecy, sloppy pundendum and, as Nikki watched, he reached down and spread the cuntflesh away from the fiery nodule, the stabbed at it repeatedly with the tip of his tickling tongue.

Denise sucked in her breath and bit her lip, her eyes closing in a burst of pleasure-pain. "Oooooh, God, baby," she murmured. "Oh, God, you know how to eat that thing!"

Then the black-haired girl opened her eyes and whispered to Nikki: "Go get naked."

Without waiting for a reaction, Denise followed by hoisting herself slowly backward, away from the man's mouth, tilting her pelvis up so that Nikki got a brief, obscene glimpse into the dark, dripping depths of her gaping joy-tunnel. Her cuntlips were swollen and puffy with arousal, and the inner labia were hanging out like flanges of well-chewed bubble gum, framing the round, black screwhole.

Nikki licked her lips again and backed into the bathroom, then began sliding out of her coat without dosing the door. God Almighty, it was hot in here! She watched as Denise rolled off her lover, then flipped over and quickly restraddled his prone body. She backed up toward his face, her shapely white ass in the air, her sloppy cunt inverted as she inched it closer and closer to his mouth. Quickly she settled into the right position, one hand gripping that massive tree-trunk of rigid cockflesh, the other cupping his wrinkled, egg-sized balls. She lowered her hips comfortably onto the blond man's upper chest and reached out hungrily and buried his face in her reeking cunt.

Nikki could smell the strong, funky odor of aroused female twatmeat herself now as she tossed her coat aside, then sat down on the toilet and began unzipping her knee-length boots. Her own pussy was drooling shamelessly into her bikini panties, but Nikki was pretty sure the aroma in the room was coming solely from Denise's black curled treasure box. With pantyhose and a sturdy pair of ski slacks over her underwear, Nikki didn't think the flavor of her own juices could be coming through yet!

Denise and her client were sixty-nining noisily as she gradually tugged down the two zippers on each of her black, patent-leather boots, their slurps and moans acting like quirts of desire in Nikki's flaming ears. Her blood seemed to pound harder and her breath seemed to come faster with each anxious groan and animal sound they made.

As Nikki wrestled her boots off and shoved them out of the way, it suddenly occurred to her that Denise's breasts were still extremely small. They hadn't grown at all as she became a young woman, the way Nikki had always thought they might. They were firm and soft and springy, all right, but they just didn't have any size at all. Denise, to Nikki's knowledge, had never worn a bra, and in most cases there was no way a person who saw her dressed could tell the difference.

Her boobs were like low, flat cupcakes of flesh set on her chest, topped by pale, flesh-colored nipples that poked out nearly an inch even when they weren't aroused.

Well, she could contribute that much to this party, Nikki thought to herself as she whipped her peach-colored sweater over her head and twisted her arms behind her, fumbling with the snaps of her fancy pink bra. She managed to pop it open as the blond man's choked voice drifted in from the bed: "Oh, that's the way, baby… that's the way!… Suck it all!… Suck as much as you can…!… Oh, good!"

Nikki slung her bra into the sink and stood up, her big breasts swaying, listening to Denise's murmured response. Jesus, she didn't know what Denise had charged him for this session, but the bastard sure ought to be getting his money's worth! She unsnapped her ski pants and whipped the zipper down, realizing too late that it made a pretty loud metallic buzzing sound. She froze, wondering if they'd heard.

"Hey," the blond man said in a strained voice. "What was that?"

Denise made no immediate response, then Nikki heard her whisper, "Shh-h-h!… Nothing," as she continued to suck his big prong.

"No, I heard something!" the man insisted, trying to push his way out from under Denise's pelvis.

"I didn't hear anything," Denise told him, her mouth obviously full of cock.

"Hey, bullshit!" her client said, his voice taking on an angry tone. "What the hell is going on here?"

He managed to work his shoulders free of Denise's thighs, then he shoved her roughly off of him and rolled heavily off the bed. He came to his feet shakily and took a step forward, then found himself face to face with a 5-foot-8, brown-haired girl with a model's face and two long, tapering legs. She was wearing nothing but her pink bikini panties, the crotch soaked with her own juices. Her face was flushed and hot, her nostrils flared with. her breathing, and her big, white, naked breasts were staring right at him. They were soft and full and round, standing up proudly on her chest, and her big brown nipples were as hard as bullets.

"Hi," Nikki said.

The petulance and anger immediately drained from the blond man's face. His penis was stabbing out in front of him like the barrel of a flesh-colored shotgun.

"Hel-Io," he said with some surprise still in his voice. "Who in the world are you?"

"She's my friend," Denise said from the bed behind him. "I thought maybe you'd like to get the full treatment for homecoming!"

The blond man's eyes ran up and down Nikki's tall, trim, shapely frame, lingering on her bare breasts and the rumpled triangle of pink fabric covering her crotch. He licked his lips involuntarily, then spoke resignedly over his shoulder to Denise: "How much more is that going to cost me?"

"Oh, nothing," Nikki started to say, but Denise quickly cut her off. "Well; just look at her," the black-haired girl said. "Look at that body. She works as an actress model most of the time. She ought to be worth at least another hundred."

Nikki's mouth dropped open as the blond man turned and faced Denise in protest.

"Aw, come on, Sweetheart… this is just a little too much, don't you think?" He started to go on, but Denise scrambled quickly off the bed and pressed up against him.

"But for you-u-u," she continued sweetly, running her hands around onto his back and up over his shoulders, "we'll make it seventy-five, just as a homecoming special. How's that sound?" She reached down and gripped his prick, squeezing it affectionately and then frigging it with long, lazy strokes.