Clint Murdock: Naked Nikki

The talent agent had planned to prong the horny bitch dog-style like this for a few minutes, and then switch off to some other variation before finally finishing up in the classic missionary position. But, as his hips snapped mechanically back and forth, as his tingling tool raced back and forth through the frothy heat of Nikki's loins, he suddenly realized that he was too close to the edge. He felt a helpless bolt of electricity lance from his balls up into his peter, and he knew he had to stop cold at once to avoid cumming.

And in almost the same instant, he knew that there was no way in the world he could possibly stop. The hypnotic, narcotic, euphoric pleasure of their powerful fucking was something that he was powerless to interrupt. He could have voluntarily stopped stuffing his prick into her steaming cunt only under the most startling physical circumstances, like somebody firing a shot into the room, or an earthquake bringing the ceiling and rafters down around them. But for him to just quit-to just pull out-hell, he figured the thrill of ripping his meat out of her pussy that way would probably cause him to shoot off, anyway, all over her ass and the sheets and the wall and, possibly, himself as well.

So instead of that, Howard seized her hips in an iron grip and began yanking her violently back onto his stabbing, jamming shaft, reaching for the maximum in physical gratification, his mouth hanging slackly open, his breath coming in ragged, panting grunts. He felt the fatal boil already swirling in his flapping nut-sac, and when he shot he wanted it to be so powerful that it blew the top of this horny little bitch's head off!

"Hang on, baby… " he grated whooshingly as his breath roared in and out of his lungs,"… I'm almost… I'm just about… hang on, baby… I'm going to cu-u-um…!"

Howard heard an answering whimper from below him, a formless, wordless sound of encouragement, and it sent him skyrocketing over the top.

He responded with a deep, breathless roar as he felt the geyser of sperm blast out of his scrotum and blaze like a lightning bolt through his surging pecker. The hot, thick spurts of cum leaped from his prickhead and fired into the depths of Nikki's cunt, splashing heavily onto the walls of her tunnel as Howard shoved his cock into her pelvis up to the hilt in a final, orgasmic thrust. He clung to her soft, velvety ass as he poured his jets of jism into that clinging quim, finally leaning forward and resting his head on her back as the agonizing pleasure of it drained away all his strength.

Beneath him, Nikki continued to thrust her hips backward onto the rigid hugeness of his dong. She felt the hot squirts of semen shooting into her womb, pouring into her depths, filling her with a thick, warm sloppiness in a matter of seconds. She gritted her teeth and hurled her ass backward as her aging lover plunged deeply into her one final time, then she began jacking her vaginal sheath on a sharp angle, trying to force a sharp stab of friction onto her clit.

Jesus, she didn't understand it… but… she didn't feel like she was going to make it…!

Nikki continued flinging herself backward on the stiff staff, waiting for the familiar explosion to go off in her loins and send the fluffy puffballs boiling throughout her body. But it wasn't happening. And then all at once she felt the talent agent collapse onto her straining young back, and there it was. The sheer closeness, the sheer abandonment; the unexpected, ultimate intimacy of this helpless, affectionate act snapped Nikki's cum-trigger like a haymaker to the chin.

The waves of orgasm burst from her angry red clitty-button and surged over her body, dragging a mumbling, jabbering cry from her lips, fogging her brain, and leaving her limbs a collection of quivering, twitching members that felt like they had no actual connection with her body. She sobbed for breath against the headboard, her eyes squeezed shut against the wracking sensations that ripped through her from head to toe and then came back again, like water rebounding from a sheer stone cliff.

Friedman felt the clenching contractions twisting through Nikki's pussy and he knew that she had cum off, too. He lifted one hand with the greatest effort and patted her fondly on the soft flesh of her hip. He wanted to reach underneath her to play with a breast, but he didn't have the energy. Just at that point she collapsed beneath him with a large groan, so it didn't matter anyway.

The two of them lay like corpses but for the heaving gasps of breath that wracked their bodies. Their eyes were shut, their skins were shining with perspiration despite Friedman's roaring air-conditioner. Occasionally the agent gave a rumbling grunt or Nikki released a soft, girlish moan of satisfaction. Their hands and feet continued to twitch involuntarily for many minutes, just as Howard's steadily softening penis continued to flex for attention in the slimy, flooded depths of his lover's pussy.

They remained like that for what seemed like hours, still joined by their sex organs but hardly touching any other place. Finally they regained enough strength to move, to untangle themselves, to keep their eyes open, to sit up in a dazed posture, and finally to talk.

One of the first things Nikki said to him was: "Howard, you may be a nasty, horny old bastard and all that… but, brother, you still know how to stick that monster up somebody's ass!"

She thought it was a little strange at the time, but it was only later that she learned the true import of the sharp, short chuckle that escaped him, after which he spread his hands modestly, winked at her conspiratorially and said, "Baby, you have no idea how right you are!"

The red-shirted halfback took the pitchout and headed wide, looking for running room off tackle. A pulling guard slammed the defensive end out and the ball carrier bolted forward, cutting in behind him and then swinging out as he cleared the line of scrimmage, his yellow-striped helmet swiveling from side to side as he searched for daylight in the secondary. A blue-helmeted defender made a dive for him but was foiled by a neat limp-leg decoy, and then the halfback hit the sidelines and was streaking for all he was worth, helmet bobbing as he left them further behind him with each stride, his ears filled with the deafening roar of the huge crowd as 60,000 spectators screamed their support.

High in a corner of the great horseshoe stadium, Nikki Newman turned to the young woman next to her and complained angrily.

"What the hell is the matter with these-" her final, unprintable word was blown away by the boom of the university cannon as the runner crossed the goal line far below them. All around there was delighted bedlam, people leaping out of their seats and swatting each other on the back. There were a lot of hats and red faces and raccoon coats, because it was already nippy on a late October afternoon in southwest Maryland.

"Look at that!" Nikki said in disgust as the point-after was kicked and the cannon thundered again. She gestured toward the huge scoreboard towering above the far end zone, its yellow lights showing TERPS 21, GUEST 0, with less than five minutes gone in the second quarter. "Christ, it's going to be five touchdowns difference by halftime!"

The dark-haired girl beside Nikki smiled her crooked smile and said, "You've got to be the only person in the world who goes to homecoming and then bitches because Maryland wins too easily!"

"Well, good God," said Nikki, "I didn't pay my money to come out and see this crap! Hey, if I want to see a track meet I'll come back in the spring! It's too damn cold out here for this! What's the matter with these clowns, anyway? I thought they were supposed to have a decent team this year."

"Well, their quarterback got hurt last week against Clemson," the dark-haired girl said. "Didn't you hear about that?"