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!'
Chapter 10
Howard Friedman looked at the young, dark haired girl in amazement. 'You gotta be kidding!' he half- chuckled, half-snorted. 'Pay? Me? Me… pay? Uh-uh, Lady. I never pay for a piece of ass!'
'Well, this could be kind of a treat for you,' Denise Temple told him.
'Treat? How?-By blowing a couple of hundred bucks? Yeah, su-u-ure… that's always a big treat!'
'Oh, what are you worried about?' Denise chided mildly. 'You're loaded! And who knows… I might be able to give you a lot better time than you get from your amateurs.'
'Give,' Friedman repeated quickly. 'Yeah, that's the right word, Lady. 'Cause that's the only way you and I are going to do anything, is if you're giving it to me!'
Denise eyed him disdainfully. They were sitting in Friedman's custom-built Continental outside the ritzy 'show-biz' restaurant and lounge where they'd met.
'What makes you think I'd want to go to bed with you?' the blackhaired girl asked him. 'You're as ugly as a wildebeest, and you're probably older than my father! Nah-you're out of your mind, Harvey!'
'It's Howard.'
'Whatever,' Denise said tonelessly, and opened the door of the car.
'Hey, wait a minute!' Friedman said quickly. 'There's a possibility I may be able to do something for you!'
'Good luck, Grandpa,' Denise told him, step ping out on the pavement and slamming the door.
'No, I'm serious!' the talent agent called, leaning down so he could see her face. 'I'm in show business! I book action for actresses and models here in town. I have contracts with some of the biggest agencies and biggest names in the business!… Seriously!'
Denise stopped and turned back to him after a moment. Her expression was suspicious. 'Yeah?… Like who?'
'Well, hell,' Friedman said '… Carol Tiegle for one. I've done some work for her… Amanda Trafalgar… Bunny Binford. You've heard of them, haven't you? And Franco Finnelli-the photographer? How about him?'
'Yeah, I've heard of him,' Denise replied, bending down with her elbows resting in the Continental's window. 'And how do I know you actually know any of these people, or that they know you?'
'Well, I'll tell you what,' Friedman said producing a twenty dollar bill and holding it out to her. 'Here's cab fare. I just live a little ways from here. You come on over to my place and I'll show you all my pictures and awards and contracts-and everything. If you don't think I'm legit, then just walk out and catch a cab back to your car.'
'Contracts… ' Denise repeated pointedly.
'Yeah, damn right,' Friedman said. 'There's hundreds of 'em around there.'
'Any chance any of them might be blank?' the dark-haired girl asked delicately.
'That's what I'm telling you, Baby,' Friedman replied. 'There's plenty of them that're blank… and what name goes on them depends entirely on you.'
'Okay,' Denise said, taking the twenty from the agent's hand. 'I don't think it would hurt to go and take a look.'
Thirty minutes later the talent agent was lying on the huge bed in his lavish apartment, naked as a jaybird. His big, veined prick was standing up from its nest of thick, coarse pubic hair, waving at the ceiling. It was as hard as a brickbat, and the large, purple head was shining with a coat of drying saliva, showing clearly where Denise had been sucking him off. Howard Friedman was breathing heavily as he watched the black-haired, 24-year-old girl moving about the foot of the bed.
Denise was naked too. The stark white suntan bands on her soft brown body made Friedman's cock jerk homily as he studied them. He wanted to get his hands back on that plump, meaty ass, to suck hungrily on her pale, jutting nipples. He wanted to get his big, bulging beast rammed deep and hard into that dainty nest of black, close-cropped curls. The agent began flexing his pelvic muscles in again and again, causing his towering tool to buck and sway wildly above his hairy belly.
Denise looked up from what she was doing and smiled admiringly. 'You're leaking again, Howard,' she said.
'Hey, come on,' Friedman urge, 'let's forget this shit. I don't need this. Look at this thing… how's it gonna get any more ready than that? I want to drive it in you clear up to your ears!'
'No, now… Howard,' the black-haired girl said soothingly, concentrating on what she was doing, '… this is all… part of the treatment… By the time… I'm finished… you'll want to drive that thing… clear through the top of my head!'
She finished the last knot and stood up, testing it with several sturdy yanks. 'Okay, Baby… let's see you try to
