"Nikki Newman… Nikki Newman… Nikki Newman… "
Howard Friedman was murmuring the name over and over to himself as he lay on his back on the succulent bed in his high-rise apartment. The girl who belonged to the name was seated on her haunches beside him, her mouth sliding enthusiastically up and down his long, hard penis. Loud slurping sounds came from her busy lips and the shaft of Friedman's steel-still pecker was slathered with a mixture of his thick, leaking cum and Nikki Newman's glistening saliva.
Howard Friedman's eyes were closed as the brown-haired girl energetically sucked his cock, her big, soft 36-DD boobs dangling heavily forward and swaying with the rhythmic motion of her torso. Occasionally his left hand reached out and hefted one of the full, white globes, teasing the nipple and pushing the yielding flesh back up into her chest. Howard's other hand remained concealed, tucked underneath the sexy curve of Nikki's ass and thigh. His fingers were busily engaged in digging repeatedly into the hot, juicy folds of her clinging cunt. He probed into her dripping channel as deeply as he could reach, producing an occasional grunt that he could almost feel on the head of his prick as it rammed up into her throat. Then he changed his tactics and pinched and rolled the burning flesh around her hard, bulging clitoris, rolling and worrying the fiery little bud until she moaned and moved her hips, trying to get away from the stinging stimulation.
Behind the two figures on the bed lay the rest of Howard Friedman's lavish living quarters; a spacious day room with a huge black-and-white llama-skin shag carpet; a wall-size picture window which, when the gold herringbone curtains were opened, looked out over one of the richer neighborhoods in the city; a pink-and-gray tiled bathroom with a sunken tub convertible into a shower stall when desired; a small but functional kitchen with a microwave, garbage disposal, dishwasher, refrigerator-freezer, mixer, blender, toaster and coffee-maker; an auxiliary bedroom which contained no bed but held a large circular pile of foam rubber pads in the center of the floor, bound with several strands of twine and covered with three leopard-skin sheets.
And finally, there was the master bedroom and office, where Nikki Newman was working diligently on the 58-year-old talent agent's straining cock. One half was clearly a working area, strewn with books and papers and pens and pencils, a typewriter, several scheduling calendars; the motley paraphernalia of the talent agent's trade. On the walls, behind and beside Friedman's desk, was a patchwork pattern of certificate, awards and licenses pertaining to the business; atop the small bookcase which flanked his desk were several plaques and statuettes bearing witness to his fairly noteworthy standing in the industry, in several industries, in fact.
And in the very center of his desk, clearly distant from the surrounding rubble of other smaller, vaguer, remoter deals, standing out like a beacon amidst the match glows of lesser matters, was the photo contract of Nikki Newman. It rested beneath the solid weight 'of an eight-ball-shaped paperweight, the topmost of the related sheaf of documents which would send Nikki off in several days to. the scenic beaches of Baja, off in the company of such luminaries as Franco Finnelli and Amanda Trafalgar, off on the first exciting step of her starburst career.
The contract was anchored firmly in Nikki's mind as she rode her mouth up and down, up and down, up and down on Howard Friedman's prick. Her lips were stretched wide apart, her cheeks pulled taut by the strain of swallowing the talent agent's towering meat. She didn't mind. Not with that contract behind her. The taste of his salty cum had turned her off a little at first, but she had diluted it quickly with her own saliva, and now it wasn't bad at all.
She tightened her lips reflexively as she slid them from the hairy root of Howard's tool up to the hot, throbbing helmet, then forced her mouth back down again, letting the gradual thickening of his shaft spread her lips further apart. With one hand she fondled the agent's large, hairy ball-sac, pressing and cupping it gently, occasionally allowing her impudent forefinger to dart underneath and jab at his sensitive perineum.
Nikki has been giving Friedman fantastic head for more than five minutes now, she determined with a surreptitious glance at her watch. She wondered when he was going to cum. At first she'd thought he would blow his load straight into her face, then she'd expected a mouthful of sperm within the first dozen strokes, but the old bastard had fooled her. Somehow he seemed to have adjusted to the flow of pleasurable sensations from her sucking mouth into his huge hard-on and now, although he was still wheezing excitedly and lifting his ass up off the bed every few strokes, Nikki had the feeling he could go on like this for quite awhile.
It was like the old sonofabitch might be trying to hold back. Like he might be trying to get over on her, lying there thinking about barbed wire and dismembered babies or some goddam thing, with a stiffer as big as a lead pipe Like this way he could get back at her a little bit because she'd pulled the contract out of him, letting her suck herself into a dizzy spell while he lay there laughing at her inwardly, pulling every mental trick he-could think of to keep from blasting off in her mouth!
Well, that was a bunch of horseshit, Nikki thought to herself. The contract was tremendous, but this was a bunch of male power-trip crap! And contract or no contract, her lips were getting tired, her mouth was getting tired, the muscles in her throat were beginning to ache from the strain of sucking that big, fat donkey-dick hard-on! She almost smiled right around the shaft of Friedman's turgid tool. It was funny! This old jackass lying there trying to pull this shit on her, and all the time with his trigger openly exposed, just as reachable as the nose on his face!
Nikki gathered herself up on her knees a little bit, just for added leverage, then she placed her right hand on Friedman's belly for extra stability. Finally, as she increased the tempo of her already wildly bobbing head, closing her eyes and slamming her mouth up and down the rigid cocklength as rapidly as she could, she uncrooked the slim, sharp index finger of her left hand. Poising it momentarily, she tickled it in under Howard's heavy nuts, then wiggled it into the groove between the cheeks of his ass, making sure she had it aimed precisely.
And then Nikki Newman thrust her finger aggressively into Howard. Friedman's bunghole, thrust it in vigorously, up to at least the second knuckle, with no warning, with no mercy at all.
The talent agent's reaction was immediate. He roared in pain and surprise and lust, arching his hips violently into the air, legs widespread, and then he quickly began gasping and yelping helplessly as a blazing torrent of semen splashed into Nikki's sucking mouth. Nikki held her mouth over the head of Howard's huge cock as the spurts of cum fired again and again into her throat. She opened her lips and let the backwash of thick, hot, salty liquid flow back out of her mouth, dribbling down the length of the straining shaft and into the tangle of coarse pubic hair.
The old bastard must've kept shooting sperm into her for more than fifteen seconds, Nikki calculated afterward. She brought her free hand up and stroked the exposed length of prong helpfully while she continued to drink in Friedman's spewing jism. Her left forefinger remained buried in his asshole up to the hilt. Gradually the shots of fuck-juice diminished and trickled away into a tiny, warm dribble.
Only then did Nikki's new agent relax his arched, thrusting body posture and let his ass sink slowly back down onto the bed. He was wheezing and huffing like a winded water buffalo, his hairy legs shuddering with the thrilling agony of his massive ejaculation. Nikki opened her eyes, still nursing at the head of his prick, and saw him lying back, arms out flung, his chest heaving violently, his mouth opened and lips peeled back slackly from the teeth, anxiously sucking wind.
Jesus Christ, she thought, he looks like he was hit by a steamroller or something!
Nikki spat the excess sperm out over Howard's quivering penis, then began another lapping and cleaning exercise around the crown of his dong. She squeezed gently with the right hands testing to see if the upstanding giant was losing some of its drop-forged ferocity. It was. She could feel the rock-hard meat gradually softening and becoming limber, although it was far from an all-out crash to the consistency of a wet noodle.
Friedman reached up and put his hand on her head, working his fingers reflexively into her silky brown hair. His breathing was still loud and harsh and labored, his chest rising and falling heavily, and she began to hope that her maneuver hadn't been too much for him. The horny old goat! It would serve him right to drop dead on his goddam bed after blowing his wad down some young girl's throat, she thought. But not this young girl. Not just yet. Not until she had time to get the Baja shoot finished and maybe pull a few more plums out of him that would get her career solidly launched!
Nikki let him recuperate for a few more minutes, then she slowly began working her finger back out of his clutching asshole. That got his immediate attention.
"Auugh, Jesus!" the agent growled, starting up briefly from the mattress. "Take it a little easy down there, Amazomca!"
"What?" Nikki demanded, halting with her sharp-nailed finger still buried to the first knuckle in Friedman's poop deck. "What did you call me?"
"Nikki," he said quickly, feeling the waggle of her digit in his rectum. "Nikki Newman. Nikki Newman. I remember."
"Well, all right," the brown-haired girl said sulkily, and jerked her finger free of the old man's ass, drawing a quick gasp of tortured breath. She smothered another smile by leaning forward and squeezing his cock between her big, soft breasts. God, she got a charge out of hurting this bastard! "Make sure you use it," she told him, rubbing her tender titty flesh up and down his softening shaft while she jabbed at the eye of his prick with her tongue.
"God, you sure do know how to use that mouth," Friedman sighed, his hand caressing the back of her moving head.
Nikki giggled gently in reply.
"I haven't cum that hard on a blow-job in about twenty years!"
"Mmmmm," Nikki murmured, still trying to spear her tongue into the dark hole at the top of Howard's prong. "That means I would've been about three years old then."
"Yeah, well, you're not three now, you horny bitch," Friedman rasped, grabbing one of her luscious breasts in each hand and trying to drag her forward. "Come here and fuck me!"
Nikki stared stonily at him for a moment, then slapped fiercely at his hands, again and again and again, cursing a low, furious voice; and when he let go of her tits she lunged forward from her knees, trying to slap him in the face, her arms wind milling furiously, still cursing like a drunken swabbie. Friedman first fell back in total shock, then when he realized what she was pissed at he began laughing a deep, mirthful sound that shook his gray-haired chest. He kept his hands in front of her, parrying her ferocious slap-attack, trying to grab her hands and turn the tables on her.
All at once he broke through and caught her right hand, but she immediately dealt him a blow on the cheek with the other that cracked through the room like a pistol shot. He fell back momentarily, stunned by the noise more than anything else, losing his grip on her wrist. Nikki immediately lunged forward again, this time fastening her hands firmly around the agent's throat, and launching an exaggerated throttling action while she continued to curse and bitch direct}y into his face.
"Goddam you, you fucking old bastard, how many times do I have to tell you? I'm not a bitch, and I'm not a runt, and I'm not a fucking bimbo, either, goddam it! You know my fucking name, and you'd better start using it, you sorry cocksucker, or I'm gonna fucking kill you, you hear me, you goddam, sonofabitching-"
Nikki punctuated her stream of insults by choking hard at Friedman's throat each time she emphasized a particular word. At first he tried to fight back, but then he gave up and submitted to her mauling. Her position was too good; her weight was too far forward on his chest, her motivation was too keen, and he was too exhausted after shooting his cookies into her mouth to be able to dislodge her. He just lay there laughing, lifting his arms helplessly, and sputtering, "Okay… all right… Christ… give me a… okay, for Christ's sake!… I apologize. I apologize!"
"You fucking apologize!" Nikki spat at him, her hands still locked around his throat. "Big fucking deal, you apologize! You think I give a shit about that? Here, I'll show you the way to apologize, motherfucker-" and she shifted nimbly to her haunches and quickly moved up over the agent's face until her hot, reeking cunt was within inches of his mouth.
"Okay, go on-eat me, you sonofabitch! You want to apologize? Go on-eat my nasty snatch!"
Friedman stopped laughing when he saw her moving up on top of him, the big, swaying breasts dangling before his face, and then her trim, smoky-brown triangle hovering above his mouth, the tender, meaty labia peeping through their fleecy covering of fur. He brought his hands up automatically to grip her shapely hips.
"You think this is a punishment?" he asked tauntingly, and then before she could react he dragged her juicy pussy down over his nose and mouth, wallowing inside her hot, woolly thrill box like a cat cavorting in catnip. His tongue plunged wildly into the burning pungent folds of her box, rolling and darting and slurping, his head moving to and fro like a frenzied metronome. Nikki sighed gutturally and tipped her head back as the pleasure-pain boiled through her.
"Goddam, Howard… I knew if we waited long enough we could find something you know how to do! Oooh!"
The talent agent nipped her gently in response, then quickly salved the damage by lapping heavily at the same spot six, seven, eight times. Nikki crooned and began rocking her pelvis gently above the flashing tongue. She peered down between her breasts, over the flat curve of her belly, and saw her hairy muff covering Howard's nose and mouth like on the oxygen mask worn by a jet pilot. She continued to swing her lower body lightly back and forth, back and forth, while she closed her eyes and again turned her face up toward the ceiling.
"Oh, God, Howard… " she murmured throatily, "… oh, God, baby, that's nice… Oh, God… that's good… That's really good, Howard… "
Suddenly the agent withdrew his mouth from her vulva and began stabbing selectively with his tongue, digging at the tender pink flesh of her swollen clitty bud, slurping up and down her coral-colored inner lips until they seemed to take on a life of their own, protruding boldly from the surrounding light-brown hair, glistening as wetly and pinkly as dentures bathed in shellac.
Friedman brought his hands inside Nikki's soft thighs and pulled the. dripping flesh away from her clit. The hooded button strained to escape from its delicate prison and he licked and stabbed at it time after time, then suddenly ran his tongue downward until he could plunge it deeply into the funky, fiery wetness of her gaping pussyhole.
Howard continued eating Nikki's drooling honeypot for several more minutes, drawing a string of gasps and sighs from her young throat as he ravaged the angry pink membranes with the aggressive abilities of his lips and teeth and tongue. Then finally she hoisted herself away from his juicy-smeared mouth, shuddering with tingling vibrations that swirled out of her gaping cunt and spread throughout her glistening body.
"Oh, Jesus, Howard," she breathed, "that's all I can stand. God, I feel like I'm… " She paused for a moment on her knees, brushing her brown curls back from her forehead. Now it was her turn to huff and puff, her big breasts rising and falling sexily with each breath. Her nipples were wrinkled into hard, puckered bullets that stood out a full inch from the large, brown aureoles.
Friedman leaned forward and sucked each one vigorously, hefting her boobs in both his hands. Nikki sucked her breath in again when she felt his warm lips close over her angry, excited flesh. Oh, God, she suddenly realized, this old bastard had eaten her out to the point where she was practically dizzy…
Howard Friedman was becoming aware of this at exactly the same moment. He knew the spacy, drugged-out reactions of a broad who has been hypnotized by the pleasuring powers of her turned on clitoris. He didn't want to give her time to recover. He sucked her breasts hard for several moments until she began bleating and moaning, then he broke off and pushed her down on all fours, shoving her forward toward the ornate brass headboard.
The talent agent scrambled quickly around behind Nikki, clutching at her hips to steady himself, moving up swiftly behind her on all fours his eyes greedily devouring the gaping spread of pink cuntflesh between her tight, rounded buttocks. Oh, Jesus, that looked delicious! He could see the distended inner lips framing the dark, deep inviting channel up into her soft, 23-year-old belly. His cock was once again the consistency of Bethlehem steel, the purple head jerking anxiously and pouring out a steady dribble of gooey pre-cum droplets.
Goddam, he wanted to fuck this little bitch to a standstill!
Friedman moved up behind Nikki, his nostrils flaring, his head burning with lust. He rubbed the huge head of his prong into the fleecy, yielding flesh of her slobbering pussy, hearing a throaty, purring moan come from within her. He could imagine her face as her head pressed into the cushioned headboard, her eyes closed, her lower lip caught between her teeth I in a mixture of pleasure and anticipation, waiting quiveringly for the blazing thrust of his long, hard, pulsing prong.
Howard didn't keep her waiting.
With a gargle of lust, the aging talent agent plunged his penis forward, driving the huge pole of flesh deep, deep, deep into the hot, wet, clinging bliss of Nikki Newman's vagina. The rush of sensations was so brutal that Howard remained motionless for several moments, continuing to give a series of helpless, wordless, lusty grunts. His noisy reaction to entering Nikki's twat drowned out the girl's own gushing outcry, a weak, mewling yelp of pleasure as the massive battering ram charged into her loins, slamming up, up, up into her belly until she felt like she was impaled on a telephone pole and. she didn't even notice her head crash against the headboard frets.
Then, slowly and deeply, like a lust-driven robot, Howard began to fuck her.
His cock rammed into her sloppy tunnel to its very bottom, bumping against the gates of her cervix, and then it withdrew, slowly, lingeringly, tantalizingly, pulling back and back until just that angry mauve helmet remained sheathed in the clutching pink flesh of her pussy. Then, as surely as the thrust of a locomotive piston, the swollen tool dove forward again, disappearing into Nikki's hot, clenching depths, sliding smoothly and quickly until Howard's hips smacked into her ass, his big balls swaying heavily beneath him as mingled sounds and gasps of breath were driven from both of them.
The old man kept pumping his big pecker into her pelvis at the same slow, steady pace, the two of them luxuriating in the avalanche of sensations that rolled over them. In and out, in and out Howard pistoned while Nikki braced her hands against the headboard and began making counterthrusts against his pounding hips. He reached around and cupped the heavy weight of her dangling breasts, first one and then the other, teasing the already flaming nipples and pinching the puckered aureoles.
She gasped responsively, now a total slave to the passions of her lusty young body, twisting her head helplessly back and forth against the brassbound cushions, no longer feeling animosity for the man fucking her, no longer even caring who the man was, just wishing with every fiber of her being that the pleasurable, brutal, delicious pounding of that huge cock would not stop. She bucked her shapely hips backward in matching rhythm to the slamming thrusts, trying to force the rigid pole of flesh as far up into her body as possible.
At times, it felt as if the giant rod was riding up further than her vagina, further than her cervix, as if it was thrusting savagely clear up between her lungs. And Nikki didn't care. It was beautiful; she didn't care. She didn't care if the pummeling penis eventually reached so far that it pierced clear through her body and came out of her mouth at the other end. She didn't care. Nothing seemed too exaggerated, too bizarre, too disgusting, nothing seemed too degrading; nothing seemed to be anything, in fact, except the blissful, graceful, grinding reality of that punishing, plunging erection.
She would do anything to keep it from stopping, to keep it from going away.
Howard held her hips for awhile as he slammed relentlessly into the young, gripping pussy-slot, then he leaned slightly forward and braced his arms against the headboard. Nikki immediately felt the added depth of penetration and groaned slavishly, forcing her upturned ass back at him faster and faster yet. Howard tilted his hips from time to time, altering the angle of his cock as it plunged back and forth in the soggy tunnel, placing a different drag on the tortured membranes of Nikki's sparking clitoris.
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!"