Clint Murdock - Naked Nikki

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.