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Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude
words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the
decency laws in most states would require it not be read by
persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you
should probably leave now.
More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual
objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only
fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to
not regard real women in this way.
This work is (C) 2002 the author. Permission is granted to freely
distribute, provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be
posted to any website or included in any archive without the
author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations
are made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real
persons, events & institutions is pure coincidence.
The "Nicola Adventures" are a series of erotic stories about an
Australian model- turned-actress who travels to Hollywood to find
stardom. They are to date: (in reading order)
1. Nicola's Hot Screen Test
2. Nicola & the Helpful Angel
3. Bikini Audition
4. Shutterbug Starlets
5. Bikini Stewardesses Go Mile High
6. Hollywood Party Hostesses
7. Nicola: Live & Uncensored
8. Carwash Cuties
9. Nicola Gets A Woody
10. Bikini Christmas Carol
11. Sex Kitten
12. Bikini Audition 2: The Wrath of Angela
13. Best in Show
14. Knickers Down in Acapulco
15. InfoNicola <-
Please don't email me asking for the other stories. Visit the
website at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/knickers/www . As well as all the
episodes, you'll find author's notes, reader feedback, and movie
reviews.
Author's note: This Nicola Adventure is based around a kink not
present in the other episodes: breast enlargement. If this
squicks my regular readers, please accept my apologies.
InfoNicola (mmF size 1st exhib)
Nicola's convertible pulled up into the studio car park. The
adorable Aussie ex- model and starlet didn't know too much about
her latest job, except that she was to be the hostess on an
infomercial of some kind. Her agent had been kind of vague, only
telling Nicola that it was the sort of thing that required "her
special talents". Knowing the sort of work she was normally paid
to do, Nicola could only guess that this would be an infomercial
that wouldn't play on the regular networks!
Nicola reported to Karl the Floor Manager. He gave her a brief
tour of the set - which was little more than a countertop with a
backdrop that was supposed to be a typical suburban living room.
"So what's this infomercial actually for?" she asked. The FM only
smirked and hustled her into wardrobe and makeup.
Alone in her dressing room, Nicola got her first surprise - her
costume. Rather than the usual very revealing outfits she was
required to parade her body in, this time she was provided with a
white t-shirt and a pair of red nylon shorts. Pretty conservative
by her standards.
Nicola shucked off her own clothes and put the outfit on. The
t-shirt was at least two sizes too small and as no bra was
provided, she crammed her bare boobs into its tight confines. She
stood in front of the mirror admiring her 38-24-35 body. It
suddenly became very apparent why these clothes had been chosen
for her! Without a bra, Nicola's dark nipples were very obvious
through the sheer material. The neck of the shirt was scooped
very low, putting a generous helping of Nicola's cleavage on
display. The shorts were very short indeed, showing off her long,
tanned legs and smooth thighs.
The whole ensemble made her look like she'd just stepped out of a
raunchy 80s aerobics video. Her curiosity was well and truly
stirred - just what was it she would be hawking dressed like
this?
In a few moments Karl returned and handed her the script for the
show. Nicola glanced over it quickly (it was only a single page)
and looked up into his smirking face.
"You're joking, right?"
He laughed. "I'll let you learn your lines," he said and left
again.
Nicola quickly memorized the script. The old Nicola, who had been
a model in her hometown of Melbourne, Australia, would've been
horrified at the things required of her in this shoot. But Nicola
had been living the high-life as a Hollywood starlet for nearly a
year now, and nothing could faze her. Getting naked on camera was
the least of the things she got up, Nicola's sexual hi-jinx could
fill volumes. She loved taking her clothes off and being the
center of attention. And she loved the sex, the exotic variety of
men - and women - she often found herself fucking.
In short, the 20-year-old Australian was having the time of her
life and being paid very good money for it.
Karl returned and told her it was time to come onto the set. It
was there that she got her next surprise of the day. The
infomercial's host would be its inventor, none other than-
"Sammy Fish!" Nicola exclaimed at the unexpected sight of him.
Sammy Fish was a short, fat, balding little man of middle years.
He was dressed, as usual, in an awful polyester jacket and tie
that would've made Herb Tarlek sick. Despite the fact that he'd
just come from makeup, his skin was as sweaty and clammy as
always.
Nicola was well acquainted with this infamous talent agent,
producer, and impresario. Their last encounter had involved
Nicola working on a pilot game show, with Sammy as the host. She
didn't really understand the rules of the game, but she was
required to push her bare boobs through a cut out in a wall,
while the contestants on the other side sucked, groped, and
licked all they wanted. Nicola had actually enjoyed the
experience, and was a little disappointed the show wasn't picked
up. Not that she would ever admit that to Sammy.
Sammy's chubby hands were futilely trying to comb his few
remaining strands of hair against his white pate. "Knickers!" he
cried. "So good to see you again." He bounded over to her and
shamelessly leered down her top. "I asked for you specially on
this job. I really think your special charms will help sell this
product." He stared at her partially uncovered tits and licked
his lips.
"I should've known you were behind this," Nicola playfully chided
him. "Since when were you an inventor?"
"I'm a man of many talents," he replied.
"So," Nicola asked, "is this a real infomercial or are just
trying to get your hands on my tits again?"
"It can be both," Sammy replied with a grin. Their good-natured
ribbing had long been a part of their relationship. He reached
out and cupped Nicola's boobs. "How are the girls? Ready to go?"
"Ready and willing," Nicola replied with a saucy grin.
"Do you need a rehearsal, or shall we go straight into a take?"
Sammy asked.
"It's hardly Shakespeare," she replied. "I think we can get this
in one take."
The studio crew moved smoothly into action. Sammy and Nicola
stood on their marks behind the countertop, upon which sat
several jars of the 'product'. From the control room the director
called action, and Sammy and Nicola launched into the spiel:
"Hi, I'm Nicola Baron. Being a top Hollywood starlet and model,
I've always got to look after my best 'assets'."
Nicola pushed out her chest, emphasizing that these were the
'assets' she was referring to.
"As you can see, when it comes to 'talent' I'm not exactly
wanting." Nicola leaned forward toward the camera, letting the
audience peek down her shirt. "But sometimes I wish I had just a
little more up top, if you know what I mean."
"Well Nicola," said Sammy, "now you can. Hello everybody, my name
is Sammy Fish and I want to introduce all you ladies out there to
an exciting new product I've invented." He held up one of the
jars. "I call it BustyPlus."
"BustyPlus?"
"That's right Nicola. BustyPlus is the only 100% guaranteed
breast-enlargement cream available on the market."
Nicola's eyes lit up. "Breast-enlargement cream? How does it
work?"
Sammy gave a snake-oil grin. "I'm glad you asked me Nicola." He
opened the jar, revealing a thick gooey-white ointment.
"BustyPlus is so simple to apply, anyone can do it. However, it's
probably more fun to get someone to do it for you. Nicola,
perhaps you'd be good enough to give the viewers a
demonstration?"
"Sure, Sammy," she gave a perky reply. Nicola grasped the bottom
of her well- stretch t-shirt and pulled it up and over her head.
Topless, she smiled into the camera. "OK, what do I do now?"
"It's very easy, my dear. All we do is take a good dollop of
BustyPlus and apply liberally."
With that Sammy reached into the jar and scooped up a glob of the
white sweet- smelling sloop. With a quick flick of the wrist,
Sammy sploshed it onto Nicola's bare tits.
The sensation of the ice-cold BustyPlus hitting her chest made
Nicola squeal in surprise. She leapt backwards, almost colliding
with part of the set.
"Cut!" called Karl.
"I'm terribly sorry," Nicola gushed. "I didn't expect it to be so
cold."
"No problems. We'll just go again from Nicola taking her shirt
off."
Nicola stood to one side as the makeup girl used a towel to wipe
every speck of BustyPlus cream from her tits. The coarse
terry-cloth material felt stiff against her flesh. Between that
and the cold BustyPlus, her nipples quickly sprang to attention.
"Hi, I'm Nicola," she introduced herself to the cute little
blonde. "Karen," she replied with a smile as she finished
cleaning Nicola's tits.
"Um," she asked as she slipped her shirt back on, trying to
ignore the mind-melting sensation of cotton sliding over her
swollen nips, "this stuff is actually safe to use, isn't it?"
"That's a good question," Sammy replied. "I'll get back to you on
that."
The crew reset, with the shoot picking up from where Nicola
removed her shirt.
"Action!" called Karl.
Once again, Nicola lifted her shirt, exposing her hooters.
Sammy took a great big glob of gooey BustyPlus from a jar. Nicola
breathed deeply, preparing herself for the shock of the cold
cream on her bare skin.
Once again Sammy slopped the white goo onto Nicola's boobs. She
gave a slight gasp but otherwise maintained her composure.
Enjoying himself, Sammy proceeded to rub the BustyPlus into
Nicola's skin.
Nicola was the kind of girl who got enormous pleasure from the
stimulation of her tits, and Sammy's slippery, roaming fingers
instantly got a reaction from the stunning starlet. Oooh, that
felt so good! Strong hands massaging her sensitive breasts,
tweaking her delicate nipples. Nicola couldn't help herself - she
let out a deep, sensual moan.
"Cut!"
Nicola blushed. "I'm sorry, I was, umm..."
"You were getting horny," Sammy beamed. Nicola scowled at him. "I
was just distracted. Please can we go again?"
The FM sighed. "Reset! Going once again from the shirt coming
off."
Karen came over to Nicola, and the Aussie starlet obediently
raised her chin to allow the cute little blonde free access to
her boobs. Just as Sammy had groped her with the cold BustyPlus,
now the wardrobe girl was going to work on her with the towel.
Nicola bit her lip to hold back another moan of delight.
God it's hot, Nicola thought to herself. She looked down for the
tell-tale droplets of sweat on her tanned tits, jiggling under
the wardrobe girl's skillful manipulations, but didn't see any.
Odd, she felt like she must be dripping.
"Karen, honey, would you get me a glass of water? I'm dying of
thirst here," Nicola asked.
"Sure," she replied. She turned to leave, offering Nicola a
tempting glance at her denim-clad ass. Nicola couldn't resist.
Karen gave a squeak of surprise and scuttled off rubbing her
backside.
Nicola picked up her shirt once again and slipped it back on -
although not without some difficulty. Was it her imagination, or
what is just that much harder for her to squeeze her boobs into
the tight white t- shirt?
"Standby to roll!" bawled Karl. Karen returned with Nicola's
water, handing it to her warily as if expecting another assault
upon her shapely posterior. Nicola emptied the glass in a single
gulp, handing it back with a satisfied gasp. "Keep 'em coming,"
she added.
"Action!"
Repeating the action for the third time, Nicola reached for the
hem of her shirt and pulled it up. It *was* tighter! The material
clung to her boobs like a drunken producer at a pool party. She
tugged harder, and the shirt came off, her chesty charms bouncing
as they came into view. Nicola opened her mouth to ask for 'cut'
when Sammy gleefully deposited another blob of BustyPlus on her
bare tits.
Nicola was once more reveling in the sensation of Sammy's hands
squeezing her generous boobs. This time the feelings were even
more powerful, waves of electricity were flowing from her
sensitive areolas, down her rippling stomach to her hungrypussy.
What the hell was going on? Was Nicola about to have her first
breast orgasm, right here on camera? She tried to keep herself
together as Sammy continued to massage the BustyPlus into her
chest. What was her line again? Oh yes:
"Gee, Sammy," enthused Nicola as he groped her, "BustyPlus goes
on so easily!"
"Yes, Nicola," he replied, "BustyPlus is so much fun to apply,
you'll want to add it to your daily beauty routine."
Nicola felt like her eyes were about to roll back in her head.
No-one had ever given her boobs the kind of attention Sammy was
giving them right now. In her nearly one year in Hollywood,
Nicola had never felt as horny as she did now. Right now, all she
wanted was a whole tub of BustyPlus smeared across her hooters.
"Sorry, guys, we're going to have to cut there," Karl
interjected. "We're getting some flare in camera 2. We'll have to
go a fourth time."
Nicola let out a growl of sexual frustration as Sammy stopped
groping her. A moment later she brightened as her little wardrobe
girl appeared. Nicola threw her arms wide, offering her greasy
tits to the girl. "Come and get it," she said in a throaty voice.
The poor little blonde looked like she about to turn and run, but
cautiously holding the towel and another glass of water in front
of her like a shield, she approached the lust- crazed starlet.
Nicola was sorely tempted to jump Karen, but kept herself in
check. Steady, Knickers! she told herself. It was grossly
unprofessional to fuck the crew in the middle of a shoot.
Nicola closed her eyes as the rough cloth came in contact with
her swollen pink nipples, her bosom heaving. She shivered with
desire, reveling in the sensation of her tits being massaged.
Nicola could feel a strange tingling sensation in her breasts, a
tickly little buzz that spread out across her whole chest and
made her feel sooooo good. Again, the water vanished in a single
gulp.
"Once more, please," called Karl, "picking up from the shirt
coming off."
Nicola couldn't hide the disappointment on her face as the
wardrobe girl withdrew her favors. She caught Sammy smirking.
"Enjoying yourself, Knickers?"
She gave a toss of her chestnut-colored hair, trying to hide the
fact that her insides were quivering with sexual craving. "Sure,
this is lots of fun," she replied, trying to sound sarcastic. She
looked down at her bare chest. She seemed almost to be glowing
down there, her boobs pushing forward as if seeking attention.
And that delicious throbbing made her pretty head spin.
But she had work to do. Nicola bent over to retrieve her t-shirt.
Or at least she tried, but her pendulous tits swung down, causing
her to lose her balance. The busty beauty pitched forward, her
arms flailing for something to grab hold of. She did - and saw to
her horror it was Sammy's crotch!
"Why Knickers! This is so unexpected."
Nicola let go of his joy department and picked up her shirt. Her
boobs bobbed and swayed with every movement, throwing off her
center of gravity. "Something funny's going on here," she said.
"What's in that BustyPlus stuff anyway?"
"Oh, just some traditional herbs and spices. All natural, I can
assure you."
Nicola threw him a wary look. She knew better than to trust Sammy
Fish. Once more she slipped the shirt over her head. This time,
though, it was much harder to squeeze the garment over her hefty
bosom. And when she finally did, the result was quite
spectacular.
Even breathing in, Nicola could feel the material tight against
her chest like a bodice. Her boobs were squashed up, bulging
precariously up out of the scooped neck. The cloth creaked under
the strain of containing Nicola's magnificent cleavage.
"Wow, Knickers, no-one fills out a shirt like you," quipped
Sammy, eying up Nicola's chesty charms. Her dark nipples, pushed
against the taunt t-shirt, were visible to the entire studio
crew.
"Something's not right here," said Nicola. Either the shirt was
getting smaller or... And she felt so hot and thirsty. And horny,
too. One hand slipped down to the crotch of her shorts and
absent-mindedly slipped across her pussy. "Can I have another
glass of water please?"
Karl sighed. "Make it quick. We need to get under way again
soon."
The wardrobe girl handed Nicola another glass of water. Nicola
raised it to her lips and guzzled it down.
No-one present would forget what happened next.
There was a thunderous roar of fabric ripping. Nicola's t-shirt
finally gave up, tearing from top to bottom. Her engorged boobs
burst forward slapping against her abdomen. Free of their
confines, they hung out in front of Nicola more than a foot.
"Ooooooh!" squealed Nicola.
"Fuck!" cried Sammy.
"Ke-rist!" shouted Karl.
"Wow!" said Karen with a hint of envy in her voice. "Nice rack."
The rest of the studio crew just gaped silently. Clearly, these
were not the tits Nicola had walked in with. They must've
measured at least 48 inches, probably more. Her areolas were deep
brown and the size of silver dollars, covered in goose pimples.
Her nipples were excited little stalks standing out an extra
inch.
"Bloody hell!" Nicola yelled. "This stuff actually works!"
But it wasn't just her physical appearance that seemed to have
changed. Nicola felt a burning desire inside her that even with
her sex drive she'd hadn't felt before. She was hot, flustered
and had a terrible thirst. Nicola tried to take a step forward
and once again her new boobs threw her off balance and she
tottered unsteadily on her feet.
There was no shortage of willing hands rushing to help her. Sammy
and Karl were closest and rewarded for their efforts with the
opportunity to grope Nicola's amazing hooters. Under their
guiding hands Nicola made her way to a chair. Every step was
taken gingerly, but even the slightest movement sent her tits
heaving to and fro, which again sent Nicola scrambling to
maintain her poise.
"What the hell am I going to do now?" she asked. Looking down at
her vastly inflated assets she could see her acting career
disappearing, or at least taking a whole new direction. Nicola
the big-boob stripper? Nicola the porn starlet? She gave her new
tits a tentative squeeze. What was her cup size now? DD?
"Well, um..." Sammy was clearly flummoxed. It took a moment to
realize the cause of this was not the distracting spectacle
before him but the sheer fact that he had no clue what was going
on.
"Sammy!" she squealed, "you invented this stuff, how do I stop
them growing?!" Nicola tried to keep herself from shouting, as
her boobs would bounce up and down on her chest as she did so.
"I didn't actually invent it, per se," he replied.
"What? It doesn't matter. Just contact whoever did, and get them
over her to fix my tits. I want my old pair back!" Nicola was
struggling to keep herself together. Powerful emotions were
surging through her body, and she was torn between throttling
Sammy and throwing herself on him and fucking his brains out.
"That could be problematic," said Sammy, scratching his balding
head. "They'd be in school right now."
"What?! School? How old are they?"
Sammy shrugged. "Sixteen. They're smart guys, though. Not
business-smart, of course, but they know a lot about science and
stuff."
Nicola suddenly found it hard to reply. She gave a moan and,
ignoring the fact that a dozen strangers surrounded her, plunged
her hand into her shorts to scratch that oh-so tender itch.
"I'll get right onto them," Sammy assured her.
********
Nicola was taken back to her dressing room. It seemed like her
growth spurt had stopped.
Nicola's shoulders ached with the strain of carrying extra
weight, and she badly needed to relax. Although she had a sofa in
her room, it was uncomfortable to lie on her back with her tits
spilling across her chest.
Fortunately, one of the on-set carpenters had gallantly come to
her rescue and in a few minutes a solution was on-hand.
The result was basically a modified trestle table. Cut into the
surface of this was a large portal, its edges carefully sanded
smooth. This allowed Nicola to lie down comfortably on her front
with her massive boobs hanging down through the opening. As
nothing short of a tent could cover her, Nicola had to remain
topless.
The Aussie starlet waited impatiently for Sammy to return. This
was not the most dignified position to be kept in. Karl and Karen
waited with her, more than a little stunned at the transformation
that had taken place before their very eyes.
Nicola was still assailed by a terrible thirst, not to mention
the desire simmering in her loins. She pressed her crotch into
the hard surface of the bench, trying to ignore what was going on
down there.
"Maybe I should get you a couple of jugs of water?" Karen asked,
then blushed at her accidental double-entendre. "Thanks," Nicola
replied.
A moment later she returned. Her mouth dry as sawdust, Nicola
gratefully guzzled down a few more glasses.
A moment later, she realized she'd made a mistake.
Once again, Nicola's nipples began to tingle. She could feel that
warm glow spreading out across her chest. It could only mean one
thing - her tits were getting bigger.
"Quick, help me up!"
Karl and Karen each grabbed an arm and tried to haul Nicola up
onto her elbows. They tugged, they pulled, they stretched, but to
no avail. In a few seconds her boobs grew just enough so that
they were too big to squeeze back up through the opening in the
table.
Nicola was stuck, pinned to the table, with her on one side and
her tits on the other.
"Do something!" she cried, utterly dismayed. Something like this
could really hurt her career. Roles were pretty slim for women
with trestle tables permanently affixed to their chests.
Karl scratched his head. "The boys could saw you out of this?"
Nicola wasn't enthusiastic about sharp instruments anywhere near
her bare breasts.
"I've got an idea," Karen offered. "They're shooting an
infomercial for NatureBee natural honey in studio B. We could
grease you up and slide you free."
Now that was a plan Karl wanted to try even if it didn't work.
Nicola agreed, and in a few moments Karen returned with several
large jars of honey.
They each took a breast, Karl on one side and Karen on the other.
It was quite a surreal situation, Nicola thought, but none more
so than she usually found herself in.
Nicola sucked in her breath as, once again, she had her boobs
liberally smeared with a gooey substance. And once again, Nicola
felt that very pleasant sensation growing in her chest, as the
two pairs of hands went to work massaging her tits, slippery
fingers sliding across her flesh. Of course, it did no good for
her sexual frustration, and pretty soon she was moaning with
desire once more.
"That should be enough," Karen announced. Karl didn't hear her,
absorbed as he was in lubricating Nicola mammoth knocker.
"Ahem!"
He gave a sheepish look, and with some reluctance let go,
allowing Nicola's tit to swing free.
"OK," Nicola directed them. "Now grab me by the shoulders. I'll
push with my knees."
All three of them pulled. Nicola's eyes watered as her tits in
the makeshift wooden vice.
"It's working!" Karen cried.
With a slurp of slippery boob, Nicola's tits popped free of their
prison. The threesome crashed backwards into an ungainly heap.
Nicola sighed. "Sammy better get back with those guys soon."
********
As Sammy led Mike and Tim into Nicola's dressing room they were
greeted with the sight of the gorgeous Aussie starlet lying on
her back, her mammoth breasts lolling about. Nicola's legs were
in the air, her red shorts down around her ankles, with one hand
furious frigging away at her pussy, the other squeezing her left
boob. The teenagers gasped in shock, and even Sammy, who'd seen a
thing or two in his years, was startled.
"Um, Nicola, I want you to meet Mike and Tim, the two inventors
of BustyPlus."
Nicola was panting with the effort of pleasuring herself, but she
managed to gasp out "Pleased to meet you."
Not surprising, Mike and Tim were speechless. Their eyes were
wider than Nicola's new areolas as they cautiously approached
her.
"As you can see," Sammy told them, "there have been a few
side-effects of the product."
"You can say that again," Nicola groaned.
The teens stood over her, not entirely sure what to say. They
were a geeky-looking pair, tall and gangy, wearing thick glasses,
short-sleeved collared shirts and matching bowties. Mike reached
out and gave Nicola's right titanic tit a tentative squeeze. He
was rewarded with a moan of ecstasy from her. Tim took up
position on Nicola's left side, and under their timid caresses
her juices were soon running down her thighs.
"What exactly happened?" asked Mike.
"We did four takes of me putting the cream on," Nicola rasped, "I
got thirsty and really, really horny."
"Four applications!" cried Tim. "You're only supposed to do one a
day."
Sammy shrugged. "I guess I should've read the instructions."
Nicola's stomach muscles rippled as waves of pleasures surged
through her wet pussy. She tried to conjure up anger and
indignation at Sammy, but those emotions were swamped beneath an
sea of passion. "What do I do about it?"
Mike scratched his chin. "BustyPlus causes human tissue to absorb
vast amounts of water. That's why you were thirsty, and now all
that water you drank went straight to your, erm..." he blushed
and trailed off.
"Hooters," Sammy finished his sentence.
"You'll start to lose all that water pretty soon," said Tim,
"mostly through sweat." Nicola's vigorous masturbation had
already started this process, and her naked body glistened with
moisture.
For a moment Nicola was crestfallen. Suddenly, the thought of
losing her beautiful new rack wasn't very nice. "What about the
horniness?" she asked.
"Beats me. We've never come across that before."
Standing either side of the reclining starlet, Mike and Tim fell
silent, watching her in awe. The only sound in the room were
slight gasps and moans from Nicola, plus the squishing sound of
her elegant fingers slithering in and out of her cunt. The geeky
duo had never had the delight of watching a woman pleasure
herself, and the sight of Nicola wantonly working herself over
was having a powerful effect upon them.
Nicola was becoming groggy, seeing the world through a haze of
her own arousal. She needed relief and she needed it bad.
However, she had only three men on hand, and none of them were
exactly gorgeous. They would have to do. Mike and Tim were still
groping her boobs, each of them sported a hard-on that made a
respectable dent in their corduroy trousers.
"I need you," Nicola gasped. Her damp hands reached out to the
boys' crotches, giving their swollen cocks a squeeze that made
her meaning more than clear. Moments later the pair were
divesting themselves of their embarrassing wardrobe, standing
before the lust-crazed starlet stark naked.
Nicola threw her legs wide, exposing the hot, pink source of her
discomfort. Mike took up position, his fat dick poised between
his nervous fingers. Could this be his first time, Nicola
wondered. The thought that she might be relieving the teenagers
of their virginity only added to the buzz of the moment. Or, at
least, made her forget that she was about to have sex with two
minors.
Mike plunged his manhood into Nicola. It slid easily into her wet
pussy, eliciting a long gasp of satisfaction from the adorable
Aussie. As he started to pump away at her enthusiastically if
inexpertly, all she could think was "It's about time!" Nicola
wrapped her shapely legs around his skinny waist, drawing the boy
deeper into her cunt.
Lying on her back, Mike's vigorous strokes caused Nicola's
stupendous tits to heave back and forth like a pair of giant
jellies on a plate. Their wobbling motion hypnotized Nicola as
much as it did Tim and Sammy, standing salivating in the wings.
The couple fucked furiously, Nicola squealing with delight while
Mike grunted ferociously. Sweat poured from their bodies, a great
pool of it forming on Nicola's stomach. All the water that had
migrated to her mammoth mammaries was slowly seeping from her
skin.
Nicola's cunt muscles rippled deliciously, massaging Mike's young
dick to heights of ecstasy he could never achieve at home with
his own hand and one of her movies.
Without warning, Mike's body began to spasm. "Fuck! Fuck!
Fuuuuuck!" he cried. He tried to pull out, but Nicola's hungry
pussy held him tight. He tugged again, his body shuddering with
the incoming orgasm, eliciting a whine of disappointment from the
sex-hungry Nicola. With a slurp his cock sprung free from her
velvet beaver-trap. An instant later he came, spurting thick
white cum over her stomach, her thighs, and up onto her heaving
over-sized jugs.
Nicola was now a complete mess, damp with sweat and Mike's love
juice. She sure as hell didn't care, though. Mike disentangled
herself from Nicola, stepping aside to let his friend in. Tim
wasn't slow to step into the breach.
Her breathing ragged, Nicola switched position for geek number
two. She rolled over on her front, sloshing the sweat and semen
onto the carpet. Sammy winced - he was paying for the hire of the
studio, and doubtless the carpet-cleaning bill for the dressing
room would come out of his pocket.
Nicola positioned herself on all fours, resting on her forearms,
her eager posterior high in the air, her boobs swinging beneath
her. They indeed looked a little smaller, but were still
grotesquely huge. Even arching her back, her sensitive nipples
hung down far enough to brush the couch. "More, more," the
starlet moaned. She gave a winsome, pleading glance over her
shoulder. "Come on, I'm still horny!"
Tim probed Nicola's wet and willing pussy, slipping two fingers
inside her. She gasped, wiggling her backside in anticipation.
Tim withdrew his hand, reaching forward to wipe his fingers on
one of her pendulous breasts.
Tim caressed the starlet's bare back. Nicola purred with delight
at his touch. The boy's hands gently worked her over, stroking
buttocks and thighs. He stood so close to her his rampant prick
brushed against her ass.
Nicola sensed the uncertainly in her second virgin of the
afternoon. She reached behind her, taking his cock firmly in her
hand and guided it toward her heaving love canal. Tim grasped
Nicola by the hips, pulling his luscious treasure toward him. In
one smooth movement he mounted her, slipping so deep into her
that his balls bounced against her crotch.
Tim began to fuck Nicola in her doggie position. Like Mike what
he lacked in finesse he made up for with energy. He slid the
ecstatic starlet back and forth along his dick, building up a
frenetic pace. Flesh slapped against flesh. Tim's pale skin
contrasted with Nicola's rich tan.
Nicola closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensual pleasure of
being vigorously fucked by a teenage boy. Part of her mind
registered the irony of the fact that, in her present state, the
boys were encountering one of the few women who were actually
hornier than they were.
Nicola's moans became squeals of delight. She could feel a mighty
orgasm building in her loins, the potent result of whatever
aphrodisiac BustyPlus contained mixed with the impatient lust of
the two teenagers. The Aussie beauty was screaming in delight
now, unmindful that everyone else in the studio could hear her.
Sweat was running from her naked body like a river making her as
slippery as an eel. She pushed back against Tim's rampant
thrusts, matching his rhythm.
All Nicola wanted was for the boy to screw her as thoroughly as
possible, and Tim was more than satisfying that desire. While
Nicola's squeals, gasps and moans got louder, Tim remained quiet
- until now. He threw back his head and let out a low growl, his
skinny body shivering.
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" he announced. The boy tried to pull out
of Nicola, but, as with Mike, her greedy cunt held him in place,
milking his dick with expert ripples of her velvet muscles. With
a grunt Tim tugged himself free, disengaging his love truncheon
with a sucking noise. His quivering cock spurted white cum in all
directions, splashing all over Nicola's ass, her back, the floor,
his own legs and even some on the walls.
At the same time Nicola let out a shuddering yowl. Her lithe
model's body convulsed, and she accompanied Tim in orgasm. For a
moment her arched her back, her body wracked with pleasure,
before collapsing back face down in the couch.
"God I needed that," she murmured.
Sammy unzipped his pants. "My turn now," he said, eyeing up
Nicola with a hungry look.
"Sorry, Sammy old mate," Nicola replied as she made ineffectual
attempt to wipe the gunk off her nude body. "I guess that
terrible itch just got scratched."
Sammy stood downcast, his drooping cock in his hands. "But, but,
I'm all ready and waiting to satisfy you, Knickers my sweet."
"Perhaps later. We've still got an infomercial to shoot. I'll go
clean up, while you get the boys back to school." Nicola jerked
her head in the direction of Mike and Tim, who were busy getting
dressed. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of what
stories about her would be flying around their high school by
tomorrow!
"Then when you get back we can get this show back on the road."
"Um, OK," Sammy sighed, unable to hide his disappointment. He
stuffed his dick back into his pants. "Come on, guys."
Alone, Nicola slipped into the shower. She closed her eyes,
feeling the warm water cascade over her naked body. She couldn't
remember the last time she'd enjoyed a bonk as much as that, and
with a pair of nerdy teenagers too.
Nicola took a bar of soap and proceeded to lather up her boobs.
They looked pretty much the same as they always did, back to her
old 38-inch bust, a decent B-cup. The very assets that had
brought her fame and wealth in Hollywood had come through the
experience unscathed.
But despite all the problems they had caused, she liked her big,
sensitive knockers and the feelings that went with them.
Still, Nicola thought to herself. With BustyPlus, she could have
them back to visit any time she wanted.
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