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
