Ryan's ass was pounding his cock into the old snatch beneath his young body, and his head was spinning out of control. He was very close to being sick. Too much booze and the thick, flowery scent of cheap perfume had his stomach churning. But he kept on fucking.
"Oh, honey! You've got such a big cock! Faster, sweetie. Fuck my pussy faster!" the old broad said beneath his plunging prick.
Ryan was afraid to respond. If he opened his mouth, he was sure he'd barf. He just wanted to cum and get to the bathroom.
His cock finally blasted into the fleshy cunt wrapped around his stroking erection. He gulped hard as his thick load sent waves of pleasure charging through his body. He stopped his hips to let his stomach settle, his cum spurting without the need of assistance.
Even in his drunken state, cumming felt terrific. He relished the feeling of his cream as it raced through his hard shaft and burst out of his flaming, sensitive cockhead. But when the last wad of jizz leapt to freedom, he yanked his dick out of the old pussy, rolled off the bed, and ran for the toilet.
Faintly, somewhere in the far off distance, someone was singing. A small combo, reminiscent of the 1940s, accompanied the vocalist. Ryan opened his eyes on total blackness, and the music stopped. Had he been dreaming?
He felt the damp surface of the wall supporting his back, and he moved forward on shaky legs. He sent his hands out, groping, searching for his bearings. The darkness enveloped him like a cloak as he tried to clear his mind.
His hands connected with something hard and smooth. The cool surface was porcelain, a sink. He remembered.
A doorknob rattled. Turning toward the noise, Ryan was suddenly blinded by a blast of white light. A woman, nude and fidgeting, stood in the doorway.
"What are you doing in here, lover?" she asked.
Ryan blinked as his eyes adjusted to the glaring light. "I got sick."
"You naughty boy. You've been keeping me waiting!" the woman said, fondling her awesomely large breasts. "I'm just all atingle for you, baby. Just look," she said, pointing to the dark patch between her full-fleshed thighs. "My pussy's trembling for your dick."
"I had too much to drink," Ryan said weakly.
"Bullshit. You had to fuck that fat old broad and it turned your stomach. Can't blame you, though. But look on the bright side. She paid you well."
"Yeah. A hundred bucks, which you took from me!"
"And just where were you going to put it, sweetheart? You got pockets in your skin? I merely held onto it while you banged the old broad."
"Right. So hand it over."
Ryan watched as she stroked her breasts and sexily rubbed her thighs together. She was doing her best to turn him on, and that meant only one thing. She wanted to keep all the money.
"Sweetheart," she began, "I set up this deal and you know my commission is thirty percent."
"And you want to take the other seventy percent out in trade, right?"
"A lot of men would pay a lot more than that for a chance at my hot box."
It was true. Freeda Johanson had a body men craved. Her boobs were like pumpkins, her waist slender and petite, and her ass rolled like it was filled with ball bearings. She had long, tapering legs and a pussy that blossomed between her ivory thighs. Under different circumstances he would gladly have jumped in for a hot fuck. But the timing was wrong.
Normally, he was as horny as a billy goat, but when he was hustling, when there was a price tag hanging from the end of his dick, he could only perform with effort.
He rinsed out his mouth and washed the sweat from his face. As he raised his head, Ryan saw Freeda's reflection in the mirror. She was studying him. They all did. They all liked his hard, youthful body and thick, black hair.
"You're marvelous," Freeda complimented. "That handsome face and your boxer's body will make you rich. Too bad you aren't tall."
Ryan patted his face with a hand towel. "I'm tall enough to get the job done."
"And that's what counts, baby," Freeda said, stepping closer. "That and that helluva length of cock swinging between your legs."
Her hand reached out to touch his limp cock. A tingle raced through his groin, but his dick remained soft. If he couldn't get it up, he was going to have to give her thirty percent of the hundred he had just earned.
She led him to the bedroom, to the bed where he had fucked the old cunt merely an hour before. A half-empty bottle of Scotch stood on the night table-the source of his strength and his sickness. He had drunk so much so he could screw the old broad and make her pussy howl, but he had overdone it.
Freeda stood near the lamp, profiling her body, offering him a good view of her splendid tits and hairy snatch. He wondered why she didn't have a steady stud on call. She was attractive, sexy enough, and then she might leave him alone when he wasn't in the mood to fuck.
"No man of your own, Freeda?" he questioned.
"Married, divorced, engaged, unengaged... I've been there, baby, and marriage ain't for me. I've got a man, Ryan, a bodybuilder. But he's more interested in pumping his muscles than pumping my pussy. I'm dropping him. But what about you?" she asked, slipping onto the bed.
"You know my story," he said curtly.
"Yeah, I know. Not a goddamn penny in your pocket and no fucking future. One brother a hopeless drunk and the other gay. How come you turned out okay?" She patted the bed next to her.
"But then," she continued, "you're not really okay, are you? You're a male whore, a guy who sells his dick to anyone for the right price. Seems you're continuing the tradition of one fucked up family."
"Listen, you blonde bitch!" he seethed, tapping his chest with a closed fist. "I'm trying to help my brothers."
"Admirable," Freeda purred. "I may have more help on the way. I'm lining up a big, soft, heavy cunt who needs a man. And there's good money in it."
"Younger than this last one, I hope." He knelt on the bed and stared at the luscious body just waiting to be taken. His cock hung dead in his crotch.
"Yes, younger. Seems the girl is a little bit lesbian, and the family doesn't like it. They think she just needs a good, stiff prick stroking up her pussy. Can you handle that? Have you got a good, stiff prick...for me!"
Freeda rolled over on her side and took his limp meat into her hand. Ryan let her fondle his cock and felt blood flow into his groin. Inching her way closer, moaning softly, she opened her mouth. Slowly, she sucked his limp muscle inside.
Her soft, full lips wet his pubic hair, and Ryan shuddered from the stimulation. His teeth sank into his lower lip as his dick began to rise. His cock was getting hard, becoming as stiff as a steel pole.
"Suck it, cunt," he said, feeling the urge to humble the big, blonde bitch. "Chew on my cock!"
His dickhead, fully engorged with hot blood, filled her mouth. Backing off, her tongue flicked along his shaft, right down to his huge balls. She licked his nuts until his black hairs were pasted to his fiery nuts. Then she glided her lips along his fat length until they slipped over his giant knob.
Ryan grabbed her head between his strong hands and fucked his fully inflated dick in and out of her mouth, hard, rapidly. His hips pounded hard and fast, his shaft plowing between her lips, his cock fucking from stem to stern.
Freeda gurgled around his thrusting dick. He was not small, and his extremely long shaft was ramming down her throat. She pulled back forcefully and released a strangled cry. But Ryan shoved his massive cock right back in again.
"You worthless, cunty bitch! Not content to earn good money from your profession, oh, no, you like to fuck up people like me. People in trouble. How many victims you got? How many, cunt?"
Freeda could only grunt around his fast-driving dick.
"Yeah, baby, suck my joint! Take my cock all the way down your fucking throat! I'm gonna dump a load like you ain't never had, bitch. Some of it down your throat, and some of it's gonna splatter all over your face. You hear me, you snatch-mouthed cunt?"
Freeda couldn't answer with her mouth and throat stuffed by his massive meat. Even when his hands left her head to grab for her tits, her mouth eagerly raced from his huge cockhead down to his thick and sweaty base. She took every inch of his prick, loving every moment, savoring his harsh treatment. Her hands went for his ass as he squeezed and fondled her tits.
Her fingers played with the curly hairs covering his butt before slipping into his fur-lined valley. She tickled up and down his crack as her mouth flew over the healthy stem stroking between her lips. His cock tasted sweet and salty, no other flavor comparable to a juicy dick.
The cheeks of Ryan's ass tightened with her touch. He clenched his teeth and fiercely gripped her tits as his hips continued to plunge his dick deeply down her narrow throat. But he was close to cumming. He shortened his strokes and scraped just his burning knob within the opening to her lengthy tunnel.
Her eyes fluttered and her fingers dug into his ass flesh when he released his awesome load. Thick, hot cum blazed down her throat. Ryan pulled back to blast over her tongue, to give her a quick taste of his spewing semen. Then he pulled out to shoot his spunk onto her face, his hand wrapping around his spurting girth to guide his cum from cheek to cheek.
Freeda moaned and sighed as Ryan's cock sprayed hot cream. White gobs of fiery jizz plopped onto her face, and Ryan enjoyed the feeling of power surging through his body. And he wasn't finished with her yet.
He wiped his still-hard dick on the pillow case, shoved Freeda onto her back, and climbed on top of her luscious body. She wiped cum into her mouth as Ryan positioned himself between her legs.
Her body arched when her thighs were roughly spread apart to open her pussy to his waiting dick. A gasp escaped her mouth as he buried his thick length in her hairy twat. His cock planted itself fully in her snatch, and she could feel his erection burning the velvety walls of her steaming cunt.
He raised her ass and rammed even more of his cock into her pussy. She shuddered when his sac of hairy balls banged against the crack of her curved ass. Now she had his entire length filling her cunt. The fever of sex consumed her body and she gave as well as received.
"I'm gonna wear you out!" Freeda exclaimed. "You're with a real woman now. Not some old, leather-cunted broad. You're fucking a woman who knows her business, baby!"
-Ryan's hands kneaded her ass as he fucked in and out of her strongly gripping snatch. Her pussy squeezed so tightly around his stroking girth that he couldn't reach the speed he wanted. He exerted more effort, and fucking her twat was almost a struggle.
Freeda was moving with him, rising to meet his driving dick. Slap, slap, slap, their bellies collided, and he felt the strength of her smooth thighs as she wrapped them around his pumping body. She was coiling around him, tightening her arms, one around his neck, the other around his torso, smashing her tremendous tits against his chest. Her powerful, muscled legs locked around his, holding him in her crotch. He was trapped against her body, trapped like prey in a spider's grip.
"Christ, you're strong!" he exclaimed.
Her entire body was in action, her ass grinding, searing the palms of his hands. Her strong thighs pulsed. Her hot, experienced pussy contracted to suck in the entirety of his dick and milk it savagely.
"Don't...squeeze...my...dick...so hard!" he gasped breathily.
He gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and sunk his fingers into the slippery, sweaty cheeks of her ass. He forced his body upward, practically tearing his prick out of the vise-like grip of her cunt. She arched up with him, offering her body to his lust, giving him a great deal more than an idle pussy to fuck.
Ryan's emotions were in turmoil. He hated this big, blonde bitch one moment, fucked her hard the next, and found himself dying to fuck her more and more. He prayed that he would not cum too soon, that this heavenly fuck would go on for hours.
"You...you're going to cum?" Ryan asked in a panic. If she came, he was sure to follow close behind, and he wasn't ready for their fuck to end.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried in ecstatic abandon. She arched her back, her pussy rising to merge with his flesh, her body flowing in motion with him, her snatch grasping his pulsing shaft tightly.
They were welded together, moving as one mass of boiling flesh. He stabbed into her cunt as deeply as he could, rested for the tiniest fraction of a second, withdrew as much of his cock as her hungry cunt permitted, then dicked her again. The great mounds of her ass cheeks tightened in his hands.
He wanted to slow their pace, but Freeda's body was more in control than his. She was fucking him as much as he was fucking her, and she obviously wanted to climax. He was simply there for the ride at that point.
As her orgasm leaped to life, beginning somewhere deep inside her humping body, her pussy channel became a fist. Her crotch savagely hurled up against him and barely stroked over his pulsing length.
"Are you there?" he asked.
"Oh, oh, oh...Ryan...Ryan...my baby. Oooooh! I can't hold it back. Oh, no!" she wailed.
Freeda released some of the tension in her gripping snatch, her ass again grinding at a fantastic rate, her strong legs crushing around his waist. Her quaking increased, becoming a fury of movement, her body exploding in an indescribable joy. Frantically, she thrashed her ass under him as a wild passion seized, conquered.
She released harsh moans of rapture then pulled his mouth down onto hers. She kissed him furiously, her tongue stroking as rapidly as his dick in her filling cunt. Her pussy sprayed his driving cockhead with molten lava, and her body writhed around the fires of climax.
Even when her orgasm lessened in ferocity, she continued to fight, struggling to keep on fucking. She bit his lips, shot her tongue into his mouth, and squeezed her legs around his body. She held him so firmly that he could hardly breathe.
He couldn't go on much longer. She was too much, too powerful, too experienced. And he knew it when the flames blazed at the base of his dick and his flying shaft grew beyond its normal hard and huge proportions. His mammoth prick was swollen with a heavy load just seconds away from eruption.
He released his mouth and yelled, "I...I'm going to cum!"
Freeda fell back, panting, quivering and groaning with exhausted pleasure. "Cum...cum inside me...shoot the fucking works!"
With her pussy wobbling around his thrusting spear, Ryan picked up speed. His masterful lunges made her arch her snatch upward again and again. Swifter he charged, down, up, down, up, in, out, in, out, lifting her ass so that he was better angled to deliver a seething load of boiling spunk into her sloshing cunt.
Since she had reached her orgasm and her cunt no longer squeezed with its former power, he was feeding his cock to her pussy with greater intensity, the intensity he needed to make his dick explode. He slammed into her snatch with a speed that impressed even him.
He lifted his chest off her tits, his hands leaving her ass to press against the bed. Each lusty thrust into her twat now buried his rod fully inside her. But banging the back of her box, his cockhead feeling the sumptuous flesh of her blocking wall, forced his dick juice to pour out of his flaming shaft and into her jiggling snatch.
Freeda writhed and bucked around his spraying dick. "It burns...oh, lover, please!"
"I...can't...stop!" he blurted between blasts of cum. His hips continued to plow into her pussy in spite of her pleas.
"Plug that fucking furnace! My pussy can't take it! It's like a stream of...oh, God almighty, it's a fucking river of lead!"
Freeda's body contorted beneath him.
"Ooooh, baby!" Ryan sighed as the last of his load raged into her searing snatch.
"Oh, lover!" Freeda responded.
Ryan collapsed on top of her, and Freeda quickly pushed him off to get his blazing poker out of her flaming cunt. Her hands flew to her pussy to force their orgasms out of her body. The fluids of lust had never burned so fiercely.
As they recovered from their fuck, they became two different people. Ryan idly toyed with his deflating dick while Freeda got up and covered her body in a flimsy robe. She sat before her dressing table and smoked one cigarette after another.
"You're a good fuck, Ryan, damn good. In fact, I'd like you fucking my cunt permanently. But," she said, taking a deep drag and releasing twin funnels of smoke from her nostrils, "that'll have to wait. Business before pleasure, I always say."
"How many of us 'escorts' do you have?"
"A couple. Well, me, you, Candy, but she ain't too reliable, and this new girl named Tiffany. A magnificent creature, truly beautiful, but she doesn't know her ass from Times Square. New to the city."
"And all this pays well enough so you can take your commission out in trade?"
"Lover, don't get nasty. I like you. I really do. Hell, what kind of money could I get from this? I sort of bring people together, I help them out."
"Right. I'll keep in touch," he said, rising, going for his clothes.
"I'll be calling. Count on it." She rose and handed him a hundred dollar bill.
Ryan slipped it into his pocket, pecked at the lips she offered and finished dressing. Another fuck, another hundred dollars. There were worse ways to earn a living, he told himself as he left her apartment.
The elevator took forever to arrive. The door opened to reveal a brute of a man. Broad-shouldered, muscled, with a hard face, he was almost certainly a bodybuilder. His eyes took in Ryan. He sniffed, blocking the elevator door.
"That perfume! Freeda's, sure as hell."
Ryan doubled his fists. The boyfriend, he assumed. He doubted he could handle a guy this size, and tried to look pleasant. "Mind letting me in?"
The man stepped out. "It's all yours. Don't panic. Old Mark isn't the jealous type."
"I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about."
"Oh, no? I think you do. Freeda told me to get lost tonight. Our bed was being hired out to an old biddy and some young guy." The man flattened a hand on the wall, angling his big body so his face was in the open door.
"I was in the bar across the street. I saw the old broad arrive and leave. And that was a while ago. That means Freeda and the hustler were alone, together."
Ryan punched a button and the door started to close. Mark blocked it. Then he sniffed once more, smiled, and went away laughing.
CHAPTER TWO
The wind, tearing through the open window, woke Tiffany King. Her eyes slit against the effects of the sun, bright and orange in the morning sky. Then she grinned at Gregory Davidson, still asleep in the narrow bed. She shifted her voluptuous body and lay back against the pillows, trying to recapture the events that had brought her up to this moment. But things were a little unclear.
Her feet hit the cold floor and she wondered why a man with Gregory's money didn't have carpeting. Looking around, the entire apartment was half-assed and shitty. A lot of cheap plastic or other ancient schlock, none of it new and none of it matching.
At least the apartment, while small, was located in a decent neighborhood. Furthermore, there'd be no trouble taking over the lease from Greg. She'd soon be out of her hotel, no tips, no more eating out every night, none of that shit. However, once her inheritance came through, she would find herself a place better than this, or at least with better furniture. But it would do for now.
"Are you going to make coffee?" Tiffany asked.
Greg was sitting up, fumbling with his coarse brown hair, a sort of sheepish smile twisting his boyish face. "Someone needs to. My head is pounding."
She noticed his belly, as white as the underside of a bloated fish, and remembered the night before. They were dancing in a spot somewhere off Eighty-Sixth Street, and as he clutched her in a tight embrace, the roll around his middle wobbled.
"What's that?" she had asked.
"My reserve energy," he had told her.
"Is that so? Well, you've been keeping it in reserve far too long."
"Oh, how witty."
There had been more dancing, a bit too much drinking and some heavy necking in his convertible. All this with a man she hardly knew, but whose apartment she was taking over. He was tall, in his thirties, a stockbroker or something like that, and on his way to Europe for a three-month vacation. He also thought he had a way with women under a Manhattan moon.
She had agreed to spend the night with him, but had warned him that she had little experience with men. He had scoffed at that, claiming her routine was old. Either way, it didn't matter to him how many men she had fucked, he had only asked that she not hand him a line of bull.
"With that body! Honey, I'll give you all the experience you can handle!"
"Look, you better take me back to my hotel," she recalled saying to him, even if it meant jeopardizing her getting the apartment.
"To hell with that!" He was teetering on his long legs, stumbling around the living room as though he didn't know which way it was to the bedroom. "Let's pretend we haven't made any excuses to each other and just get to bed."
"I'll take the couch."
"No, you won't."
"All right then, you take the couch."
"Maybe you'd like another apartment."
"Don't be a bastard."
"Don't be a bitch," he said, eyeing the proud contours of her large breasts. "Even if you are fresh from the sticks, you knew the fucking score. Crissakes, look how you behaved in my car! There's only one end to all of that cock teasing. Remember, I didn't drag you up here. Your hotel's not that far away."
She nodded, knowing he was right. And she hated women who teased. With the nod of her head, Gregory maneuvered her into the bedroom. He started to undress, and she did the same. She wasn't sure she wanted to fuck him, but in his condition, petting might be all he was up for anyway.
Tiffany felt safer when she glanced at his naked crotch. His dick was hanging down limply, looking lifeless and of little threat. He looked down at his soft cock, too.
"Damn it, Tiffany, baby, what's wrong? Is it you or me?" He studied her legs, his brown eyes traveling up past her full calves, seeing how they went all the way up, curving into dreamy thighs and then richly endowed ass cheeks. He stared, almost hypnotized by the incredible loveliness of her exciting, stark naked body.
Drinking in the sumptuous curves of her gorgeous figure, his dick began to lift away from his dangling balls. Slowly, little by little, his cock fought through his drunken state to turn itself into a wanting erection.
Tiffany sat on the edge of the bed and Greg moved in front of her. She leaned forward, plucked the cigarette from his mouth and crushed it out in an ashtray. Her nipples trailed across his arm, and he trembled from a sudden rush of needy lust.
"Are you all right?" Tiffany questioned.
"Yeah," he said, his passion growing as his cock began to throb. Her ripe, uptilted tits were full and large, and his hands instantly closed around them. But her boobs were so large, he was unable to swallow them with his hands.
Cigarette smoke hung heavily in the air, forming a haze before their eyes. He fanned it away with an impatient gesture and sat down beside her. She slid next to him, rubbing her silken body against his until he was aflame. But when he tried to kiss her, she thrashed her hips about and skillfully avoided his embrace.
"No," she said flatly.
"You don't want to kiss me?"
"No."
"Okay, maybe you'll do something else then."
Tiffany lay back, her long hair fanning out against the pillows. She studied Gregory with half-closed eyes. He cupped the twin mounds of her tremendous knockers and her mouth opened in a breathy sigh.
He rolled on top of her, his legs forcing hers to spread, and his mouth lowered onto one of her tits. His tongue circled and teased her growing nipple until it firmed beneath his gentle strokes. Then he moved to the other, his mouth sucking her hard little peak between his lips.
He worked from tit to tit, his hips rocking, his cock playing in the soft hairs covering her cunt. While everything he was doing to her body felt stimulating and arousing, she felt no love, no passion for the naked man between her legs. And that was always what was missing. She had fucked before, but that's all it had been. Sex without love.
As Greg concentrated on one heating breast, his hands lowered to her crotch. His fingers toyed with the lips of her cunt before slipping into her valley. She squirmed beneath his heavy body as lust grew in her pussy.
He fingered her snatch until her clit responded to his touch. Her tiny prong hardened and began to pulse, to ache for more heated action. But Greg wasn't interested in anything but fucking.
When Tiffany felt his fingers poking at her pussy's circular entrance, she knew he was just sizing her up before stuffing his dick inside her. She didn't resist his manipulations, her body craving the attention even though her emotions would go unsatisfied yet again.
A couple of quick jabs with his finger and Greg opened her twat for his cock. Parting the concealing folds of her pussy, his dick found its way into her soft, wet slit. His dickhead felt cold against her entrance, his knob smeared with his natural lubrication. Bumping against her hole, she relaxed to let his prick climb inside her.
He lay his head against her chest as he pushed his cockhead into the tight ring of her cunt. Easing forward, his cock slowly pushed deeper into her steaming snatch. She gasped with the introduction of his erection, as she always did, the feel of her hole stretching around a hard cock a stimulation she truly enjoyed.
Once within the grip of her cunt, his hips suddenly dropped to propel his dick. His shaft glided through her expanded circle until their crotches were one.
Since Greg was not particularly huge, Tiffany raised her knees to better angle her pussy for his average dick. She felt his balls rest within her ass crack and knew she had all she was going to get. His cock felt comfortable in her pussy, his dickhead barely kissing the back of her cunt, and his fuck was going to be a pleasant journey.
Sighing, moaning, Greg's hips began to pump his cock in and out of her gripping ring. His pulsing prick moved slowly within her velvety snatch, booze robbing him of his normal virility. He tried to fuck her faster, but the energy just wasn't there.
Tiffany knew instinctively that if he maintained his present pace, she'd spend the rest of the night waiting for him to cum. And the size of his dick certainly wasn't sparking her orgasm. She took over.
She spread her legs as wide as they would go to guarantee the deepest penetration possible, and attached her hands to his fleshy, hairy ass to hopefully add a little more power to his thrusts. She bucked her hips up from the bed, slamming her crotch into his, her hands pressing firmly down on his wobbling buns.
This was new to her. She had never fucked a guy before, had always been fucked by one. Before tonight, she simply had lain back and let her man drive into her cunt, her body offering little more than a tight receptacle for a ramming prick. She wasn't sure what else to do.
She pumped her hips in a steady rhythm, faster than Greg could manage, but still wasn't receiving the stimulation her orgasm required. If she wasn't going to cum, she decided to fuck him faster to just get it over with.
As she picked up the pace, Greg came to life. His head lifted off her breasts, his hands pushing against the bed to drive his dick more firmly into her twat. His butt clenched beneath her pressing palms, and while he didn't fuck her pussy any faster, he was reaching in further. Even lifted above her, his belly still jiggled against hers.
Her tits rocked on her chest as Tiffany kept her hips slamming against his crotch. It felt terrific to be fucked, but she couldn't help wondering how much better it might feel if she was actually in love with the cock thrusting into her cunt.
Greg leaned down to kiss her, and she turned her head. His lips connected with her cheek, his mouth slobbering over her skin.
"Fuck it then!" Greg yelled, trying to raise himself higher, trying to fuck her pussy faster, trying to ram his erection more deeply into her cunt.
His quickened pace lasted all of three strokes. Then his head returned to her chest, his body covering hers, his hips slowing once more.
Tiffany moved her hands onto his back and wrapped her legs around his body, her feet against his ass. She squeezed her pussy as tight as she could around his pumping organ, hoping more pressure would make his dick release its load. Without the excitement of her own rising climax, she was tiring. She wanted Greg's dick to spurt and slip out of her cunt so she could go to sleep.
She clamped down on his dick and Greg cooperated. He panted against her breasts, his ass cheeks tightening again. Tiffany squeezed and pumped.
When Greg's hips stopped moving altogether, his planted prick gave up its treasure. He grunted around his climax, his cock firing into her snatch.
Tiffany was amazed at the glorious fire erupting in her cunt as his spunk splattered against her pussy's sensitive walls. She gasped with each blast from his spurting dick, her twat jiggling with the intensity of the stimulation bombarding her flesh.
But as abruptly as it had begun, it stopped. Her hips became as idle as his dick. She savored the heat of his cum in her pussy, of his rigid prick filling the entrance to her cunt, before rolling him off her body.
But that was last night. Now, as he padded about the kitchen, making coffee and slipping bread into the toaster, Tiffany wondered if she would have trouble getting rid of him. She had an appointment with her lawyer, but that was hours off, giving Greg enough time for another fuck if that was on his mind. The only factor in her favor was that he had to catch a plane sometime around noon. She glanced at her watch on the night table. It was barely ten.
She got up and headed for the bathroom, closing the door behind her, wishing for privacy from a man she barely knew.
"How's it going in there?" he called from the kitchen.
"Fine. Why don't you take a shower."
"Why? Do I smell?"
She snatched a towel off the rack, held it to her naked body and appeared in the doorway, smiling sweetly. "Well, no, but you want to look presentable when you land in France. Americans already have a bad enough reputation in Europe these days."
"Fuck reputations! What I want and what they want are two different things. And you know what I want, baby, so come here."
"Oh, lord, not again!"
"Yes, again."
"I was drunk last night."
"Not that drunk. I'm not the sort to force a girl to fuck, but there are a lot of guys in this city who would. Don't tease the way you do if you don't intend to put out. That could get you in a lot of trouble."
"Thanks for the warning, but I can handle myself."
"You think so?"
Greg lunged at her, spun her around and dumped her on the floor, all in one swift move. Her legs were parted and bent and he was atop her cunt before she could protest.
"Relax and enjoy, Tiffany."
Her lush, flexible body arched under his. The worn linoleum scraped against her ass. His fingers were digging deep into the solid flesh of her thighs while he maneuvered her into the missionary position. She shivered, her body bucking as he tried to poke his dick into her cunt.
Greg had plenty of energy this morning, un-like last night. His hands pushed against her shoulders to keep her pinned to the floor as his erection rubbed against her gash. Up and down, his rigid prick worked between the petals of her pussy. Her legs flopped, but she couldn't wriggle away from his heavy body.
"God, you're beautiful," Greg said, his dick still stroking along her slit. "Sure wish I could remember last night!"
Tiffany struggled, but he was too strong for her. Since she had fucked him the night before, she wasn't sure why it seemed so objectionable now. Perhaps she had been drunker than she thought, or maybe he just looked less desirable in the daylight. Either way, she continued to resist, squeezing her cunt the best she could to keep her hole a tight circle and unavailable to his dick.
With his hands occupied, Greg lowered his hips to get his cockhead lined up with her pussy's hole. His knob drooled and he was ready to fuck, but his dickhead was so slippery it kept sliding up her valley instead of driving into her hole.
His hips pumped harder and faster, his cockhead probing and slipping, her gash now as slick as his dick. Try as he might, he just couldn't get his erection stroking into her snatch.
"Oh, fuck! No!" Greg cried.
His hips pumped even faster and Tiffany felt the thickness of his cock surge between her gripping cunt lips. Then she felt the heat of his climax as cum erupted into her pubic hair and dripped onto her skin.
Greg grunted above her, his eyes closed, his cock stroking against her slit and spurting hot spunk into her bush. She relaxed beneath his spraying dick, his load draining onto her body and not in it.
When he finished, he rubbed his dick in his own cum and stared down at her smiling face. "If just touching your pussy with my dick caused that much excitement, I can't imagine what it must have been like to really fuck it."
"Well, you'll just have to imagine. If you don't hurry, you're going to miss your plane."
When he let her up, Tiffany fled the kitchen and rushed into the bathroom to wipe his cum off her cunt. Hardly a word passed between them after that. He showered, got dressed, picked up his bags and left for the airport. Tiffany showered, too, to get ready for her appointment with her lawyer.
CHAPTER THREE
Tiffany was prompt for her appointment. She opened the door to her lawyer's office and entered an L-shaped room. A brunette tapped away at a typewriter, a dictaphone headset plugging her ears. Tiffany moved into the secretary's range of vision.
"Who are you?" the brunette asked gruffly.
"Tiffany King. I have an appointment."
"Yeah, right." Gum popped in the secretary's mouth as she turned away. "Miss Johanson!" she yelled. "Ya got a client!"
Freeda Johanson greeted Tiffany as though their last meeting had been a day instead of a month ago. She wrapped her arm around the young woman's shoulder and led her into a private office.
"Welcome to New York," Freeda said, closing the door behind them to silence the annoying sounds of the typewriter. "Have a seat. Where are you staying?"
"I'm subletting an apartment as of this morning, actually."
"I guess you know your business, but is that wise?" Freeda asked, moving around the office, her black outfit hugging her full figure snugly.
"What do you mean?" Tiffany questioned.
"An apartment is an expensive proposition for-"
The telephone rang, and Freeda excused herself. She shoved a stack of manila folders to one side of her desk and perched on its edge to take the call. Her black dress was an advertisement for the opulent, blonde body it covered. The skirt rose high on the womanly curves of her smooth thighs as she began to argue with the caller in a tough voice.
With one foot on the floor and the other dangling in the air, the skirt was stretched to its limit. She hiked it higher, exposing the garters holding her nylons. Bare flesh sat above the tops of her stockings.
Tiffany thought the woman looked and acted like a slut. Her dress, her movements, her hiking her skirt nearly high enough to expose her pussy combined to fill the small office with a strange, erotic power. Tiffany's eyes were drawn to the darkness between her lawyer's legs. She felt uncomfortable, but couldn't look away.
The phone was finally slammed into the cradle. Freeda folded her arms over her mountain of breasts. "That call was about you."
"Me?"
"Yes, and your inheritance."
"Is there a problem?" Tiffany asked, her voice showing the worry pounding in her heart. She was counting on her inheritance, her meager savings just enough to get her by until her twenty-first birthday in two months. Without it, she would have to go back home, a thought that made her shoulders sag.
"Possibly," Freeda said, sliding off her desk and pacing the room. "As you know, I'm not the administrator of your late uncle's estate."
"No, his third wife's son, Neil Farris, is."
"And Mr. Farris has not elected to answer any of my letters. Seems he's been in Europe spending a lot of your uncle's money. But he's back now."
"That money belongs to me. He can't keep it from me, can he?"
"Legally, no. But he can drag out the proceedings for months on end. And that's just what that bastard intends to do."
"But I need that money. It's mine! He has no right to do this." Tiffany began to sob. "I can't go home. I won't go home! I want my money!" She began to cry harder.
Freeda came over and lifted Tiffany out of the chair. She hugged the weeping woman, pulling her close, letting her hands drift along Tiffany's back.
"Don't cry. That won't solve anything," Freeda whispered. "You can stay. You can get a job until we get this worked out. Hush, now."
Freeda stroked Tiffany's hair as she held the distressed girl to her bosom. Tiffany continued to cry as Freeda's hands glided over her shoulders, her fingers gently massaging, soothing the tension. Freeda separated them and lifted Tiffany's face with a closed hand placed delicately beneath her chin.
Freeda's eyes danced over damp cheeks before her mouth lowered to Tiffany's trembling lips. Lightly, tenderly, the buxom blonde kissed the wet mouth of her client.
Tiffany stopped crying. At that moment, she had something more to think about than money. Her lips were pressed against another woman's lips, their bodies touching, her mouth about to be invaded by a searching tongue. She wasn't sure what she wanted to do. She definitely wasn't repulsed by the woman's advance, but she didn't think love between women was proper. Yet, Freeda's lips felt so soft and comforting that she didn't want to pull away. And a kiss is just a kiss.
Freeda's tongue forced itself between Tiffany's lips, then between her teeth. Reluctantly at first, Tiffany allowed the strong, insistent muscle to enter her mouth. Their tongues connected then gently played as Tiffany felt a warmth build in her pussy. Her arms closed around Freeda's body and pulled, their tits smashing together as an odd passion flamed within her.
Tiffany kissed her lawyer with sudden urgency, her tongue darting and playful, as though she were in the arms of a man, her hips slowly rocking as if to stimulate an erection from the teasing pressure of her rubbing pussy.
Freeda's mouth moved down to Tiffany's neck, her lips nibbling and caressing, her tongue leaving streaks of dampness upon her skin. Tiffany's head tilted back to expose more flesh to the arousing kisses being lavished upon her throat. She moaned quietly, her hips coming to a full stop as Freeda's hands slid down her back to massage her rounded bottom.
Tiffany didn't think any more. She gave herself fully, freely to the erotic emotions waltzing over her body.
Freeda's hands tugged and pulled on Tiffany's skirt until her fingers slipped across the smooth surface of her butt-hugging panties. She traced the elastic leg openings then pulled them into Tiffany's ass crack. Warm, smooth butt flesh sat ready for her caresses.
Her hands cupped the full mounds of Tiffany's ass, squeezing, kneading, massaging the soft muscles of her naked bottom. Her mouth returned to Tiffany's to once again proclaim the consuming passion driving her body. Her hands pressed harder, lifting Tiffany off her feet, as her tongue dove in and out of her receptive mouth.
Tiffany's body continued to tremble, but it was no longer the trembling which had accompanied her tears. Her body now reacted to the overwhelming need for satisfaction, for sex, for orgasm.
Tiffany's feet were returned to the floor, Freeda stepping back. "Get out of your clothes," she said.
Her voice was so matter-of-fact, cold actually, that it took Tiffany by surprise. She longed for the romance, the passion which had been promised by her kisses, but it sounded like Freeda only wanted sex.
"What are you waiting for?" Freeda asked, stepping out of her shoes and working on getting her dress off her body. "I can't suck your pussy through all those clothes!"
Tiffany was about to explain her desires when Freeda opened the front of her dress. She wasn't wearing a bra, and huge tits bounced on her chest as she wriggled out of her black garment. Tiffany stared at the huge circles around jutting nipples, Freeda's breasts the largest she had ever seen. They didn't stand up like her own, but hung in such fullness that they completely covered her torso. Looking soft and fleshy, Tiffany couldn't wait to feel them, with or without passion.
Tiffany's eyes remained on Freeda's breasts the entire time she was slipping out of her own clothing. She felt so inadequate when she unhooked her bra to expose her much smaller mounds. Round, uplifted, and better than average, her tits seemed tiny in comparison.
Freeda stood in her garter belt and stockings and proved she was a true blonde. Her naked pussy was covered by a thick rug of almost white hair, the large, fleshy curves of her cunt lips hardly hidden at all. A dark slit ran between her legs like a mysterious valley which couldn't be reached by the sun.
Freeda moved closer as Tiffany started her panties on their journey off her body. She slowly slipped them downward, stopping as the first of her brown bush came into view in the hopes that a teasing exposure would revive Freeda's passion.
"Just take 'em off, honey. You don't have the experience to be sexy. Not yet, anyway."
Tiffany stripped off her panties and stood in her nudity, her hands on her hips, her face expressionless. Suddenly, she just wanted to get it over with. Freeda was turning out to be just like the men in her life. No passion, no love, just sex for the sake of cumming.
"That's better," Freeda purred. "You have a lovely body. Let's see if it feels as good as it looks."
Freeda took her by the shoulders and lowered her to the floor, her tits swinging forward as she crawled between Tiffany's thighs. Her hands pushed her legs apart, pressing along her flesh until her fingertips encountered dark brown hair.
She swiftly plunged her fingers into Tiffany's pussy, forcing her lips apart to reveal the silky texture of her moist cunt. Holding her open, staring at the inviting flesh of her client's snatch, Freeda flattened out on the floor to place her face but inches above the hot and hairy mound of waiting pussy.
Tiffany created her own passion as she stared down at her parted gash. She could feel Freeda's breath on her exposed skin, her cunt growing warmer by the second. Her hands molded around her breasts and her eyes closed to imagine she had a loving tongue about to probe the inner depths of her craving cunt.
Her fingers locked around her nipples and twisted slowly as she waited for the contact between her spread legs. The heat in her tits matched the heat in her pussy as her nipples began to firm.
Freeda's mouth went straight for Tiffany's clit, closing around it, sucking it inside, bathing it with her strong tongue.
Tiffany swooned around the stimulation swamping her cunt, her clit growing instantly hard within the squeezing grip of Freeda's lips. Her hips pumped to stroke her firm prong within the tight grasp of flesh surrounding her blood-filled organ.
Freeda's fingers tugged and pulled on the soft petals of Tiffany's pussy as her mouth stroked up and down the short length of the throbbing clit held between her closed lips. The arousal so evident in Tiffany's body was something Freeda was not accustomed to. Her body responded so instantly, so willingly, that one would think Tiffany was a virgin, or at the least, a woman who fucked so rarely that foreplay could cause nearly immediate orgasm. Freeda wasn't about to take the chance of missing Tiffany's climax.
She pulled off Tiffany's pounding clit and lowered her mouth to the entrance of her hot, wet cunt. Her tongue circled and teased her opening before slipping into the humid interior of her dark-haired box. She pushed all the way in, her lips spreading into the soft skin of Tiffany's steamy gash, her tongue poking inside her snatch as far as it would reach. Creamy, tasty flesh enveloped her probing muscle.
Freeda began to fuck the young twat. She slowly stroked through the gripping circle of her heated cooze, her fingers pulling on her cunt lips to flatten the plane of her succulent valley. Tiffany was no virgin, but her box was just as tight and pure.
Tiffany groaned with increasing fervor as Freeda's tongue thrust itself faster and faster into her flaming snatch. Her hips began to pump and her hands squeezed more firmly around her excited breasts. She could feel the orgasm mounting inside her and was surprised, since this fuck was as passionless as all the others. Even more surprising, Freeda's tongue was no where near the size of a man's cock, yet it seemed to stimulate her juices much faster than any dick she had ever had locked between her legs.
In spite of the pleasure attacking her body, Tiffany wanted more. She had seen Freeda's massive tits; now she wanted them filling her hands. She reached down, but there was no way to get to Freeda's chest.
"Turn around," she heard herself saying, "so I can get at your tits." Tiffany had never been one to direct the action, had always been totally submissive, letting her man do whatever turned him on. But, this time, she felt like an equal, her needs as important as her partner's.
Freeda moved around, her tongue never leaving Tiffany's snatch. Her legs straddled Tiffany's head, her huge, blonde pussy like a furry clam.
Tiffany gazed at the hairy gash above her face, but she didn't feel ready to suck cunt. She shifted her gaze to the twin mounds of tit flesh hanging from Freeda's chest. Her hands slid along the undersides of the huge breasts to reach the already hard nipples scraping her stomach. Her fingers circled the firm peaks before she cupped the fleshy mounds into her hands.
Freeda's tits felt heavy as she raised them up, her fingers sinking into soft tissue. She squeezed and fondled the rubbery flesh filling and spilling over her playing hands. Her tits were fantastic! Tiffany had never before felt anything so soft yet so resistant to her manipulations.
Her own boobs were like baseballs compared to the luxurious pliability of Freeda's basketballs.
Tiffany received as much stimulation from playing with Freeda's knockers as she did from the thrusting thrill of her plunging tongue. Her eyes closed against the sumptuous feelings racing through her crotch and her hands. Her climax grew even faster.
"You've got nice hands, honey," Freeda said, lifting out of Tiffany's box, "but lick my pussy. You don't have to suck me off, but give me a little pleasure, baby."
Tiffany stared at the blonde mound of pussy that was lowering over her face. Freeda's legs spread to place her cooze closer to Tiffany's mouth, her tongue returning to the hot twat so close to cumming.
She wasn't enthusiastic, but Tiffany stuck her tongue out to make contact with Freeda's fluffy bush. She stroked along the dark gash beneath the white hair and was surprised by the sweet taste of the woman's pussy. Curly hairs tickled her cheeks as she raised her head higher, as her tongue investigated the soft skin beyond the fleshy lips of Freeda's cunt.
She smelled of summer lilacs, but Tiffany couldn't go further. She refused to remove her hands from the glorious globes so richly filling them, and Freeda couldn't get any lower without splitting herself in two. But there was another reason that Tiffany wouldn't probe any more deeply into Freeda's moist and flaming gash. She couldn't. She was experiencing an orgasm at the brink of eruption, that time when nothing else exists on the planet, when nothing can be done but lay back and enjoy.
That's exactly what Tiffany did. Her head fell back to the floor as her pussy prepared to spurt into Freeda's now sucking mouth. Her hands took a firmer hold on Freeda's tits. Her lips parted to release breathy gasps of near intolerable pleasure. Her depths burned with the nearness of climax.
Freeda's tongue no longer stroked within Tiffany's pussy, her lips circled around the small opening to her box, her suction all that was needed to draw an orgasm out of Tiffany's boiling depths.
Tiffany's body began to writhe. Her gasps turned to deep groans, her chest rising and falling in rhythm to her bouncing hips. Her climax was so close, yet seemed so far away, her pussy itching and blazing and steaming and desperately wanting. If only Freeda would fuck me some more, my orgasm would surely explode, Tiffany thought.
But Tiffany didn't need to be fucked. She simply didn't realize that these moments before climax were to be treasured, a slow release the most enjoyable to be had. She bucked her hips faster, bit her lower lip, and tried as hard as she could to force her orgasm to erupt. She was delirious with ecstasy and knew cumming would be even more exciting.
At long last, her climax arrived. She screamed around the sudden rush of boiling fluids dumping into her cunt, her walls on fire, her legs thrashing wildly around the burning flow of erupting cum. This, she knew, was how every orgasm was supposed to feel.
Freeda sucked fervently as Tiffany's pussy gave up its sweet nectars. Her lips tightened to perfectly match the spewing entrance of the young woman's gushing cooze. She gulped down the heavenly taste of a seldomly realized orgasm, and Tiffany's pussy sent wave after wave of creamy liquids into Freeda's drinking mouth.
Tiffany came so rarely that her storehouse was filled to the brim. It seemed her climax would last until every bit of her rich juices had been dumped into the waiting mouth of her passionless lover. But she didn't need passion. She had reached orgasm without it.
Her deep grunts continued with each crashing expulsion from her liquid center. The raging flames of her euphoric release paled every other experience in her life. Cumming was suddenly the ultimate, the greatest, the most awesome act in existence. Now that she had a taste of what orgasm was really like, she wanted many, many more.
When, at last, her climax ebbed, her hips dropped to the floor. Freeda licked up and down her wet slit, then sat on the floor beside her. Tiffany could still feel tantalizing tingles in her twat even though her climax was a thing of the past.
Tiffany couldn't help but wonder what an orgasm would be like when it was in response to a man who loved her. She couldn't imagine that it would be any better, but wouldn't know until she climaxed around a thrusting cock driven by love.
"Get dressed, honey. I've got a plan," Freeda announced.
"A plan? For what?"
"Neil Farris is throwing a party tonight. One to which I've been invited. And you're going with me." Her full mouth stretched into a taunting smile as she rose from the floor and went for her clothes.
"I've met Farris, and I know exactly what he'll say when he gets his eyes on you," Freeda explained. "He'll hand over your money faster than you think."
"I don't understand," Tiffany said, getting up from the floor. "How will just seeing me get my money?"
"Well, it'll take more than a look, if you get my meaning," Freeda said with a wink.
Tiffany got her meaning loud and clear. If she wanted her money, she was going to have to fuck him for it. She dressed quickly, suddenly embarrassed by her nudity. It seemed her pussy was to be the means to her fortune.
"There must be some other way, legally, to get him to give me my inheritance."
"Look, honey, nature has been very good to you. Take advantage of it. If you can use your body to speed up the process, why not? Besides, Farris is a damn nice-looking guy."
"Do you really think it would help?"
"I'm sure of it. Just go on home and get yourself into something sexy. It's a cocktail party, so anything short, tight and a size too small will be appropriate. Meet me back here at eight," Freeda said, her tits swinging lazily beneath the front of her dress.
"I don't have anything short, tight and a size too small. I guess I could buy something, but... "
"You can't afford that, I know. Wait a minute. Come on back to my place. I think Candy has some things there that should fit you."
"Who's Candy?"
"Just a friend, dear, just a friend."
CHAPTER FOUR
Freeda took Tiffany back to her apartment where the young woman was introduced to Mark. Tiffany was impressed with the man's physique and wondered what he was doing with Freeda. Freeda had gotten a little heavy over the years, not fat, just real soft with extra ounces here and there. Tiffany saw instantly that there wasn't even one extra ounce on Mark's beefy body.
"Nice ta meet ya," Mark said, extending his hand.
His grip was firm, and Tiffany knew he could crush her hand if he so desired. There was something cocky about his pose that made her uncomfortable. His thick black hair was carefully combed, a velvety eyebrow rose high, and his smile was calculating. Tiffany had the distinct impression that this man took whatever wasn't freely offered. She wriggled her hand out of his strong hold.
"If you'd had warned me that company was coming, I'd have put on a shirt and tie," Mark commented, his eyes locked on Tiffany's chest.
"You'd fucking die first! You live in those skimpy tank tops to show off that big chest of yours," Freeda said casually. Then she turned serious. "Mark. Tiffany's a client. Hands off."
"She looks old enough to make her own decisions." He sauntered over to the stereo and selected an album. "So, tell me, Tiffany, where ya from and what's happenin'? "
"Nothing much," she mumbled. She was puzzled. If Mark was Freeda's lover, how could he come on to her with Freeda right there in the room? Didn't Freeda care? Didn't Mark care?
Jazz surged through the speakers and Mark adjusted the volume. "I can't believe nothin's happenin' with ya. A girl with your bra size? Baby, somethin's always gonna be happenin' when you're around!"
"Cut the crap, Mark," Freeda said, stepping between them.
"Just bein' friendly."
"Leave her alone."
"That's gonna be hard to do," he said, strolling over to one wall filled with framed pictures of Freeda which exaggerated the curves of her tits and the jut of her butt. "I miss this," he said, his hand open to the photos. "You've put on a little weight, sweetheart."
"Shut the fuck up! Tiffany and I have to get ready for a party, so go beat off or something."
Freeda slid a comforting arm around Tiffany's shoulders and steered her toward the bathroom. "Ignore him," she said softly, "he's all talk. Take a shower, and I'll look for the right dress. Help yourself to some of my perfume; I want you to smell real good for Mr. Farris."
"Neil Farris?" Mark asked from the bathroom door.
"Mind your own business," Freeda snapped.
"Oh, fuck! She ready for him? Man, those tits are gonna drive him fucking crazy. Farris'll kill for those!"
Tiffany was suddenly struck by the awareness of some previously unrealized erotic flame glowing within her body. The presence of these two strangers and the constant threat of danger surrounding Neil Farris stirred her passions. All the talk about her tits had her pussy warming and her mind turning to thoughts of sex.
Freeda pushed Mark into the hall and closed the door behind her. Tiffany was alone in the black-tiled bathroom, her heart rate increasing, her lust on the rise. The idea of fucking Neil for her inheritance became less appalling and more intriguing as she got undressed.
She soon stood magnificently naked, eyeing her superb body in the mirror. She twisted about, knowing that while she might consider her figure a trifle overripe, her curvaceous body was to be envied by most women. And coveted by most men.
"Okay, Tiffany," she said to her reflection, "if sex is what it takes to get your money, then sex it is." She gazed into her expressive green eyes, at her marvelously white skin, at her long, lustrous, auburn hair as her hands raised to her breasts. The overhead light cast a sheen onto her large, rounded tits, making her massive, heaving mounds glisten like they had been freshly waxed.
She posed for herself, gently squeezing her knockers. Then her hands roamed up and down the length of her exquisite flesh, pausing over each curve, thinking there would soon be another's hands skimming over her skin to release her native lust. She wondered what Neil Farris looked like and if she'd be attracted to him.
She repeated his name to herself and decided that even if he turned out to be a toad, she was going to fuck him. She had to. She needed her inheritance to survive.
She flung back the shower curtains, adjusted the water temperature, and stepped beneath the needle-like spray. As her body warmed beneath the flowing shower, her thoughts turned to love. Maybe Neil Farris would be more than just a fuck. Maybe love awaited her at the party. But that was just wishful thinking she decided as she began to soap her chest. Love was for other people.
Suddenly, something touched her wet body and she opened her mouth to scream. But she found herself swallowing water instead. It was Mark, reaching in through the shower curtains, digging his strong fingers into the soft flesh of her thighs.
"Nice ass, baby! Real solid," he said, opening the curtains wider.
"What are you doing?" Tiffany asked in a whisper so Freeda wouldn't hear. She should have been screaming, but for some reason she wanted to protect Freeda, keep her from knowing that Mark was about to join her in the shower. Then she got a good look at Mark's naked body, and she had another reason not to scream.
Not only was his physique big and beefy, so was his cock. His dick hung down over his hairy balls, thick and not yet aroused. Circumcised and tan, his prick was longer than any she had had.
Staring at his growing organ, she was momentarily powerless to prevent his hand from rising up her thigh. His fingers played in her wet pussy hairs, then one swiftly slipped into her slit, gliding between the soft folds of her rapidly heating cunt. His finger suddenly jabbed at her pussy's hole, not trying to enter her, but more of a test of her twat's strength.
"And a real solid pussy, too! I'll bet you're real tight baby," he said, climbing in behind her.
"Oh, God!" Tiffany groaned as Mark's finger plunged into her pussy. Her cry seemed to emerge from the very core of her suddenly plugged snatch. Her hands flew to the tiled wall to steady her body as Mark slowly finger-fucked her cunt.
In, out, in, out, went his finger in an almost monotonous yet pleasing rhythm. His other hand stroked her ass. Tiffany felt pleasure rise swiftly in her body, her hips pushing her butt against his palm and rocking her pussy over his steady finger. While she enjoyed the stimulation from his pumping digit, she wanted the length of his firm dick gliding into her steaming box. And Mark obliged her desire.
His hands moved down to her inner thighs and forced her legs to spread. With her head tilted back, the water streamed over her chest and into her cunt. The spray tickled her pussy, her bush shaped like a funnel between her parted thighs. Then Mark grabbed one of her arms and pasted her hand to his sturdy erection.
Her fingers curled around his swollen rod as it throbbed within her palm. Slowly, she leaned back against his muscled chest, her free hand digging into his rock-hard arm for support.
"Put my cock between your legs, baby," Mark ordered, his hands moving up to fondle her slippery tits.
"No, no, not here, not like this," Tiffany protested, her hand squeezing his pulsing prick. She loved the feel of his cock and let her hand slide along the length of his shaft to know the full extent of his prick's power.
"What? Ya don't want my cock up your pussy? Shit, baby. If ya didn't want it, ya wouldn't be playin' with it like that!"
"Yes, yes, I want it! I'm hot for your cock, but please... . Freeda's out there, and-"
"Fuck her! I ain't had the chance at a woman like you in a long time. And I ain't lettin' Freeda get in the way. Put my dick in your pussy, baby, and let's get goin'! "
Tiffany raised up on her toes and angled his cock between the soaked hairs of her cunt lips. His dickhead nudged between the folds of her pussy, and she guided his knob to her yearning hole. Ramrod straight and pulsing solidly, she waited for his cunt-spearing thrust.
His hands locked around her breasts, squeezing firmly to lunge her nipples into the shower's tingling stream. She lowered a little as Mark pushed upward, his sloping cockhead opening the eye to her cunt. But he didn't slip right in, her entrance full of resistance, and clamped around his bulbous knob. Her fingernails dug into his arm as she felt her hole begin to stretch around the massive size of his blood-filled dickhead.
"Now, baby, now!" Mark grunted.
Tiffany dropped flat onto her feet at the same time Mark lunged his hips upward. Her hand released his cock and returned to the wall just as his hands pulled her wet body closer to his huge chest for his dick's powerful drive into her snatch.
His cockhead drove past her gripping cunthole and gained complete entrance to the lush interior of her pussy. The entire length of his thick meat was sheathed by the walls of her heated twat, all in one, swift fuck stroke.
Tiffany panted around the size of the cock filling her snatch. Mark didn't move, his dick fully buried in her body, his hands applying harsh pressure around her sensitive boobs, his breath hot on her neck. His legs locked beneath him and lifted Tiffany's feet off the floor of the tub.
"Oh, my God!" Tiffany gasped, her body impaled on the biggest dick her pussy had ever known. Her twat was stretched and wonderfully stuffed, and it felt heavenly! She couldn't wait for the real fuck to begin, his cock throbbing inside her, her pussy craving the stimulation from his thrusting dick.
Tiffany twisted atop his plugging prick and Mark bent his knees to return her feet to the tub. He rammed his lengthy rod into her cunt swiftly, letting her know the awesome power of his mighty dick.
"I fuckin' knew it," Mark cried. "What a tight pussy!"
His hands massaged her burning breasts as his cock tore into her cunt. Rapidly in and out, his thick girth built a quick fire between her trembling legs. She forced her body forward, both hands on the tiled wall to give her the strength to fuck him back.
She drove her pussy forcefully over his stroking dick, swallowing his length more easily than she thought possible, feeling the beginnings of an orgasm. Her crotch was excited beyond any other fuck, size suddenly all important to her ecstatic pussy. Mark's huge cock was doing things to her cunt like no man ever had.
"That's it, baby. Fuck my cock! You ain't no virgin, but, baby, your cunt sure feels like it!"
His charging monster shot deep into her body to fully arouse the length and breadth of her crotch. She didn't have to squeeze her snatch around his thrusting girth like she had done with so many others. The massive quantity of muscle gliding through her marvelously expanded hole let her relax around his cunt-stabbing drives. And relaxing made all the difference.
"Oh, Mark! What a big cock!" Tiffany exclaimed.
"Take it, baby! You can do it!"
And do it she did. She flopped around his stimulating fuck thrusts, knowing the bliss of a big dick. While Mark wasn't showing a lot of technique, he didn't have to. Tiffany was more than thrilled by the mere size of his lunging cock. Penetrating deeply, stretching her pussy wonderfully, Mark didn't have to do anything more than keep his hips pumping his prick into the heated depths of her wildly excited snatch.
"Fuck me," Tiffany implored. "Drive your big dick into my pussy. I want you. I need you. I love you."
"Fuck love! Just ride my cock, baby. There ain't no love here. Just my big dick and your tight pussy!"
Tiffany knew she didn't really love him; it was his cock she loved. And it had always been that way. She never loved the man, only what he had between his legs. And Mark had a lot to love.
With so much to love, she wanted to explore the tightened muscles of Mark's brawny body, but she couldn't move her hands. Her feet were already unstable beneath her. Not feeling the firmness of his pumped-up and massive physique was a source of frustration, but one that was easily dismissed by the erotic sensations emanating from his madly thrusting cock.
"I love your tits, honey, but I love your cunt more. Hang on, baby. Mark's gonna fuck ya like ya ain't never been fucked!"
He released her tits and slid his hands down to her crotch. His fingers pressed firmly against her flesh to push her pussy tightly against his pumping piston. He wrapped the walls of her snatch around his girth as his hips plowed most of his length in and out of her hole.
"Oh, yes! Do that some more," Tiffany gasped breathlessly. "Play with my pussy while you fuck it! God, that's nice!"
Tiffany moaned around the new sensations attacking her cunt. His cock felt bigger, fatter, and hotter as he molded her twat around his flaming erection. Her clit was already hard and throbbing, but the pressure from his strong hands made it itch and burn, made it yearn for clasping lips or pumping fingers.
And it was pretty obvious that Mark's excitement had grown as much as her own. He pumped his thickness into her pussy even faster, his balls jiggling between her legs. Tiffany stared down her body and couldn't believe all the action centered around her sizzling cooze.
"Holy shit! Oooooh! Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhh, baby! What a fuckin' cunt!"
His cock rapidly stabbed at her twat, his hands massaged through her soaked bush, and his big balls shot in and out of view as he totally claimed her box. But his vigorous activity had a devastating result.
Shortly after his hands joined his dick at her crotch, Mark blasted his load into her pussy. Tiffany closed her eyes against the ferocity of his shooting cum, her mouth open in a steady stream of contented sighs.
"Fuck me! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Mark screamed as he came.
He shortened and slowed his strokes through her gripping circle as his cream poured onto her stimulated walls. Hot cum painted her pussy, her flesh growing even hotter as his spunk splattered out of his flaming cockhead.
Suddenly, the invasion ceased. His dick popped out of her cunt and his hands retreated from her crotch. Tiffany opened her eyes to see Mark climbing out of the tub. He grabbed a towel and wiped off the end of his dick, then swiftly dressed. The bathroom door opened, then closed with a bang.
"Well!" Tiffany exclaimed, a little miffed. "The man's a fucking rabbit!"
But Tiffany couldn't be sorry that he hadn't brought her to orgasm. She knew in her heart that such a priming would provide a gigantic climax for Neil Farris. Which is why she decided not to release her orgasm through her own manipulations. That would be all the more for Neil, and Mark had possibly done her a tremendous favor by leaving her in such a state.
CHAPTER FIVE
At the same time Freeda and Tiffany were off to their party at Neil's, Ryan had a date with a lesbian. Dressed in a suit, the building security guard announced his arrival to the penthouse apartment. Ryan was nervous and the elevator ride was far too short.
He was greeted by an older man, distinguished looking, who obviously had a lot of money. A younger woman remained in the living room, standing, wringing her hands in front of a too formal dress, considering the circumstances.
"Thank you for coming," Clayton Rodgers said, shaking Ryan's hand.
"Well, I haven't yet," Ryan said with a slight chuckle. His joke went unappreciated.
"This is my wife, Shirley."
"Nice to meet you, ma'am," Ryan said, stepping into the plush living room.
"Please. Have a seat," Shirley said softly. "Can I get you a drink?"
"No, thank you, ma'am," Ryan responded even though he certainly could have used one.
But he knew if he started, he wouldn't stop, and the situation was tense enough without him being drunk on top of it. He sat on the sofa, Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers taking chairs on the opposite side of a massive coffee table.
Mrs. Rodgers looked extremely uncomfortable, and Mr. Rodgers did all the talking.
"Ms. Johanson tells me that you are not only sympathetic to our...uh...problem, but will maintain the utmost discretion concerning my daughter."
"Yeah, I'll keep quiet, if that's what you mean. So long as you keep up your end of the bargain, if you know what I mean."
"Yes, Mr. Clark, I believe I do. I think you'll find the monetary compensation quite satisfactory. But that is between Ms. Johanson and myself."
"Okay. You pay; I play," Ryan said, attempting to lighten the conversation. It didn't work.
"You are not here to 'play,' Mr. Clark. You are here to perform a job. You have been hired as a sort of teacher, for lack of a better word, not as a playmate. Do you understand?"
Mr. Rodgers was all business, polite and formal. It was all too strange for Ryan, and the more they talked, the more he wanted out of the deal.
"Look. I'm here to fuck your daughter, and how I go about that is my business." Mrs. Rodgers audibly gasped. Mr. Rodgers stared.
"And I ain't making any guarantees. She either-likes my dick or she doesn't. My cock's big enough to please any woman that wants to be pleased, but if she's only interested in sucking pussy, my fucking her ain't going to change that. Do you understand?"
Mrs. Rodgers turned pale and appeared ready to faint. Not so Mr. Rodgers.
"There's no need to be crude, young man."
"I'm just being honest. We all know why I'm here, so let's get on with it."
"Not so hasty. I'm concerned about your health, you being a...a... "
"A hustler? A male prostitute?" Ryan finished for him.
"Well, yes."
"I'm clean. Want me to prove it?" Ryan stood in front of the sofa and unbuckled his belt. Mr. Rodgers stopped him as he reached for his fly.
"That won't be necessary. I'll take your word for it."
"Let him drop his pants," said a female voice.
Ryan turned around and saw Brenda Rodgers for the first time. She was far more attractive than he had expected, a "lipstick lesbian," as his gay brother would have said.
"Go ahead, Mr. Clark. Show my loving parents the cock they want stroking between my legs. Show them you're not covered with warts. Or are you?"
"Don't be crass, my dear," Mr. Rodgers said. "We're doing this for your own good. There's no need to be vulgar about it."
"Vulgar! You don't think hiring a stranger to fuck your daughter is vulgar?"
"Brenda! We've been through all this. Please don't make this ugly."
"Come along, Mr. Clark. Let's just get this over with." Brenda turned and walked toward her bedroom.
"Ryan, my name is Ryan," he said, following her.
She closed the bedroom door behind them. "They're going to watch us, you know."
"Your parents?"
"Of course. That bathroom connects to their bedroom and there's no lock on the door. They'll want to make sure I go through with this. We could just fake it, you know, but not with them watching. Not if I want to stay in their will."
A strange scene had just become stranger. Ryan didn't mind an audience, in fact he rather liked the idea, but having parents watch him boff their daughter was definitely on the weird side of reality.
"Get out of your clothes, Mr. Clark, and let's have a look at this wonder dick that's going to magically turn me straight."
"Please stop calling me Mr. Clark. And for my sake, at least pretend you're going to enjoy this."
"That's up to you, Mr. Ryan."
Brenda turned away and began to undress. She left the lights on, but didn't look back at Ryan as he quickly disrobed. It was quite apparent that she didn't want to be there, and Ryan decided it was going to be a short evening. He wasn't even going to try to arouse her. He was being paid, so he'd provide the service that money bought. Stick his dick in her pussy, pump his ass as fast as he could, cream her box, and get the fuck out.
Standing naked, his dick limp in his crotch, Ryan wondered how easy it was going to be to fuck a woman who didn't want to be fucked, at least not by him.
He played with his cock as Brenda turned down the bed. He was attracted to her full-figured body, but the situation kept his cock from springing to life.
He continued to manipulate his soft dick and his hairy nuts as Brenda began to remove her clothing. She took her time, folding each piece as it was removed, her body opening up to him little by little.
His shaft finally began to stiffen when she took off her bra to expose her bountiful breasts. Since she was a tad on the pudgy side, her tits looked luxuriously soft in their fullness. Her mounds were well-formed, her nipples pointing slightly upwards in their youthfulness.
Ryan was anxious for a look at her cooze, since he was sure that would bring his cock to full erection. It was a little embarrassing to be a hustler and not yet have a standing hard-on to show he was worth his price.
His hand took a firmer grip around his rising dick as her panties left her crotch. Dark hair met his gaze. He couldn't see her pussy beneath the thick mat of pubes covering her crotch, but just the sight of her naked box brought blood rushing into his shaft. His dick was finally hard and ready for action.
Brenda got into bed and stretched out, arms at her sides, legs together, her eyes staring at the ceiling. Ryan crawled in next to her.
"Good God, girl, you're stiffer than I am! Relax!"
Brenda didn't blink an eye as Ryan moved down between her legs. He pried her thighs apart. She didn't resist, but she didn't help either.
Ryan gazed at her bush, her flesh still hidden even though her legs were parted. His fingers reached into her curly hair and made contact with the soft skin of her cunt. He slipped inside and gently spread her pussy, her pink interior opening to his stare.
His plan was to give her a little of what she was used to, to prepare her for something she was definitely not used to. He assumed her lady friends tongued her to climax, but Brenda didn't react as his mouth neared her open snatch. His fingers pulled harder and his lips pressed into her warm, moist flesh.
His tongue reached out to tickle her hole as his lips spread into the wet tissues of her widened valley. He slowly licked across her opening and she finally let him know she wasn't dead. Her hole tightened and she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Mr. Clark. If you're going to fuck me, then fuck me. Save your foreplay for someone who wants it."
"Fuck you!" Ryan said in frustration.
"Precisely," Brenda said, lowering back to the bed.
Ryan had considered treating her to an evening of romance, a gentle screw to show her that sex with a man could be truly enjoyable. But her attitude changed his mind. This was a job, his dick bought and paid for, and Brenda deserved nothing more than a quick fuck. He'd take his pleasure with her body, and not worry about how she felt. Or even if she reached orgasm.
He crawled up her body to place his crotch on top of hers. His chest lowered onto her tits as his hands reached between them. He grabbed his erection and lowered his knob into her gash. Fingers on his other hand held her cunt lips apart as he guided his dick into her hole.
With his cockhead throbbing against her entrance, his hips pushed hard. Brenda squealed as his knob forced its way through her clamping ring. He began to pump his hips, feeding his rigid length to her pussy a little at a time. She had a tight cunt, which kept him from driving fully into her snatch on a single plunge. Which was fine. It felt better this way, his dick savoring the challenge of reaching full penetration.
He pressed his hands to the bed and raised his torso to add power to his thrusting hips. His cock made steady advances into the depths of her box, her walls soft and clinging. Her hips remained motionless as he worked his stiff rod into the lush interior of her hot and cock-virgin pussy.
When his cockhead finally reached the soft tissues of her pussy's blocking wall, Brenda began to sigh. Her moans accompanied each nudge of his knob, her cunt stretched to accommodate his length, her hole expanded around his stroking girth. And her hips started to pump against him, each tentative push gaining momentum until she nearly matched his thrusting speed.
"That's more like it, baby," Ryan moaned. "Fuck me back. You're beginning to like this, aren't you?"
"Shut up and keep fucking," Brenda snapped.
She was quite surprised at how good it felt to have a man's stiff cock gliding in and out of her accepting snatch. His cock, although as hard as any dildo that had ever been shoved up her cooze, remained somewhat pliable in its turgid state. But the amazing thing was the way his shaft throbbed as it journeyed through her gripping cunt ring.
Brenda didn't like to admit it, but she was beginning to feel an orgasm building inside her body. The faster he drove his rigid prick into her pussy, the greater the churning within her liquid center.
Even though this was the first time she had been fucked by a man, she instinctively knew what to do. Her hands left the bed and attached themselves to Ryan's humping buns. Her fingers dug into his fleshy butt and pushed. Her hips banged against his groin faster and harder. Her efforts buried his entire length in her rapidly heating cunt, his cockhead forcing the back of her box further into her swirling interior.
Ryan fucked her as fast as he could, his hips flying, his ass cheeks clenching to put tremendous force behind his far-reaching lunges. He began to pant above her wobbling tits, her nipples reaching for his chest, her eyes closed in new lust, her lips parted to emit sensuous sighs of growing ecstasy.
Ryan's eyes closed, too. He felt the first twinges of fiery semen gather at the base of his plunging prick, and that old, familiar itch changed his attitude. His hips slowed to a steady rhythm, one which would gradually work his cum into the thickness of his shaft.
But Brenda's hips didn't slow one bit, her abdomen slapping against his, her hands increasing their pressure in an attempt to get his cock stroking at a faster pace. He resisted her efforts, his dick desirous of a slow climb to climax. Brenda was fucking his dong twice as fast as he was fucking her cunt.
And his dick responded to the lusty attack from her sucking pocket. His spunk quickly filled his erection and set his knob on fire.
But Brenda had a bigger surprise in store for his dick. Her head tossed from side to side as her pussy erupted around his grinding shaft. She spouted four-letter words like a cheap slut and beat the end of his cock with her needle-like spray of searing liquids.
"Shit!" she squealed. "Fuck! Damn your dick! You mother-fucker! Dammit!"
In spite of her loathsome outburst, it was obvious that Brenda was in the throes of dynamic pleasure. Her pussy pounded against his barely thrusting prick as her climax exploded.
Taken totally by surprise, Ryan stared down at her tossing head as his cock twitched and burned through the steady downpour of her escaping orgasm. The taut flesh on his swollen rod tingled from the rhythmic beat of her rushing fluids. And it seemed she was going to bathe his cock for a good long time.
Her eruption showed no signs of lessening in intensity, her honey thick and searing, her pussy gliding over his length, her hole tightened around his throbbing shaft. Ryan assumed it had been some time since she had achieved orgasm and languished in the stimulating arousal of her gushing nectars.
He hardly moved at all as her marvelous release kept his cock rigidly erect and his climax inching closer to blasting freedom. His rod was as fully engorged as it was going to get, and his climax loomed quite near to explosion. His eyes closed again, and his hips picked up the pace.
But Brenda suddenly went limp beneath him. Her hips dropped back to the bed, her head stilled on the pillow, and her cunt lay lifeless around his stroking piston. That didn't stop him from thrusting into her soppy snatch, it only meant he was on his own again.
Panting from the extra effort required to reach the back of her box, to paste his sweat-covered balls to her butt, Ryan wasn't about to give up until he, too, had made orgasm a reality.
His eyes opened to find her staring at him, her message quite evident. She wanted him to hurry up and get it over with. Which wasn't much encouragement, but at that point in his orgasm's evolution, he didn't need any.
With his cockhead already flaming, a few more thrusts into her wet and clinging cunt would have his dick spitting out its creamy contents. He removed the sight of her irritating gaze, and tried to thrust his prick as deeply into her lesbian cunt as her uncooperative body would allow.
Without her help, knocking his cock against her back wall was nowhere as thrilling as it once had been. But the touch of her flesh against his swollen knob was all he needed to get his rocks off. And, at that moment, that's all he was doing.
His hips quivered and forward momentum ceased when his spunk finally erupted from his burning shaft. Brenda released a startled gasp as Ryan grunted around the shots of cum escaping his rod. He could tell right from the start that it wasn't going to be his biggest load, but it felt every bit as good.
He forcefully jabbed at her cunt with each blast of his semen as though his dick was trying to pack his cream into her. He wanted to fuck her like she was nothing more than a hairy hole for his princely dick, but he couldn't be cruel. He couldn't ignore that there was a person inside the body wrapped around his firing cock. He eased the tension in his muscles and relaxed into the enjoyment of climax. Even if she didn't like it, that didn't mean he couldn't extract every ounce of possible pleasure.
He slowed his hips to let his dick glide through the combined liquids in her jiggling cunt. Totally relaxed, Brenda's cooze wobbled around his pumping rod. But that didn't diminish the joy of cumming, his body excited by the sensuous feel of rushing spunk.
He gradually slowed his stroking prick as his climax ran its course. Then he stopped altogether.
"If you would kindly remove your cock from my pussy, I believe you have earned your money," Brenda said coldly, her body unmoving.
Ryan slipped onto the bed beside her, his cock going instantly soft. "You can't honestly tell me you hated it," he said, rubbing his damp dick.
"Hate is such a strong word. I'll admit only one thing. Your cock is better than a dildo. But I'm afraid, Mr. Clark, that you're just not properly equipped to fully satisfy my needs. Now, if you had tits and a pussy, we could talk."
"Well, I'm not about to grow any!"
"Then, I guess it's good-bye."
"No argument here."
Ryan climbed out of the bed. The bathroom door opened, and Mr. and Mrs. Rodgers stepped into the room. Ryan had never felt so naked as his hands rushed down to cover his crotch. Brenda, on the other hand, lay on the bed with her nude body on full display. Ryan decided this was a very strange family and wanted nothing more to do with them.
Mr. Rodgers extracted an envelope from his jacket pocket. "Your payment, Mr. Clark. Please see that Ms. Johanson gets this."
Ryan felt Mrs. Rodgers' eyes studying his body as he moved toward the envelope and his clothes. Then he realized they had just watched him fuck their daughter and there was little need for modesty. He took the envelope and opened it, his dick and balls left to hang out in the open.
"I assure you the amount is correct, Mr. Clark."
"Doesn't hurt to check."
Ryan couldn't help smiling at Mrs. Rodgers, her eyes glued to his cock. "Want some?" he asked, his hand flopping his limp dick up and down.
"You've performed your duties, now kindly leave," Mr. Rodgers stated gruffly. "Cover yourself up and get out of my house!"
"Yessir!"
Ryan got into his clothes as Mrs. Rodgers sat on the bed to talk to Brenda. He ignored their conversation, but it was quite obvious that Brenda was upset and not about to change her lesbian ways.
No one saw him to the door, and Ryan left in the hopes that he would never have to return.
CHAPTER SIX
Tiffany and Freeda arrived at Neil's party "fashionably late," as Freeda put it. In the living room of the luxurious apartment on the twentieth floor of a Park Avenue high-rise, a single lamp cast a glow on the mob attending the near-orgy thrown by Neil Farris.
The party was to celebrate his return from Europe, and people were packed shoulder to shoulder, tits pressed against chests, cock-bulging pants touched to butt-hugging skirts. Social barriers were dissipated by the horny proximity of flesh and the haze of alcohol.
Tiffany immediately noticed that all of the women wore tight dresses, their breasts semi-exposed in styles designed to capture a man's lust. One curvaceous beauty would turn heads only to lose the fleeting attention to another woman equally attractive.
The music was raucous, the conversation of the guests a long-sustained roar, and the flow of liquor unending. The party, by all accounts, was a rousing success.
Tiffany soon wandered away from Freeda. Wherever she went, compliments and long looks of admiration greeted her. She felt wild and utterly wanton as she strolled through her first New York party.
Most of the women sneered as she passed, her body a definite threat. Tiffany heard a few jealous remarks from cunts who were convinced her bra was padded, but she brushed them off in favor of the more pleasing comments from men who obviously wanted to get their hands on her tits.
A balding, middle-aged man asked her to dance. His hands were damp, his eyes were bloodshot and he smelled of whiskey. Worse than that, he was a terrible dancer.
Tiffany invented her own steps whether they matched those of her partner or not. But their bodies kept banging together, and she finally distanced herself from the man with two left feet. She jiggled and gyrated quite on her own, occasionally spinning around to let her auburn hair fly between her upraised arms.
"You're a very sexy dancer," the man commented, stopping to watch.
"Thank you," Tiffany replied, also stopping.
The view she offered the guests was stiffening cocks all around the room. The globes of her sculptured ass rolled suggestively and let everyone know she was naked beneath her dress.
Going without underwear had been Freeda's idea, and Tiffany was glad she had taken her advice. The lusty stares were a tribute to her luxurious body. In the dim light, her tits bubbled up in her confining dress, blindingly white, stimulating every guy present. Her movements were supple, her ass swaying to the pulsing beat of the music and the blood rushing through her veins. She was unaware as her fingers roamed over the awesomely contoured mounds of her butt, that sweat streamed down her lithesome legs.
"Where'd you learn to dance like that?" the man asked.
"I just picked it up."
"You're an honest-to-goodness devil in that dress! Did you come here with anyone?"
She pointed to Freeda, who was watching the action.
"Freeda Johanson? She handled my last divorce. What do you say we find ourselves a quiet corner where we can have ourselves a nice little talk."
"Why? I'd like to dance some more."
"You know why," he said, his liquor-laden breath spraying her face as he closed in. His hands reached for her tits.
Tiffany backed away. "Hands to yourself."
"Do you know who I am?"
"No, should I?"
"If you've ever heard of Tifton Broadcasting you should."
"Sorry, doesn't ring a bell."
He wasn't offended, even though he was a bit surprised. He smiled and told her that she was quite refreshing, a woman who wouldn't be after him for his money. Tiffany made it quite clear to him that she wasn't after him at all, nor would she-likely ever be.
The music had ended and Tiffany made an exit. The crowd parted as she strolled magnificently through the men who gawked at her. Mr. Tifton followed, praising her good looks and her excellent choice of dress.
The orchid body suit was extremely tight, fitting Tiffany's lush body like a coat of paint. Her breasts spilled out of the straight-cut top and her hips pulled the fabric so tautly over her ass that it was a wonder she could walk let alone dance.
Tifton led her onto the balcony for some fresh air. The night wasn't that hot, but Farris had invited too many people for the limited space in his apartment.
"Farris should know better," Tifton remarked.
"Have you seen him?" Tiffany asked.
"Not yet. For a host, he's made himself pretty scarce. Probably afraid there might be a bill collector here."
"Tell me what you know about him," Tiffany said innocently.
"Neil Farris is a playboy. Do you understand what that means? He's a drunk, a drifter and a pussy chaser. He's been married twice...to wealthy women, and he's gone through their money like a knife through butter."
That was not what Tiffany wanted to hear. If she believed Tifton, then Neil was probably penniless, her inheritance going to support his lifestyle. She told him about the money due her.
"Do you have a job?" he asked.
"No. I've only been here a short time."
"Better get one. Getting money out of Farris is harder than robbing Fort Knox. Here," he said, removing a card from his wallet. "Come by and I'll see what I can find for you."
"Thank you," she said, taking the card. "You're being too kind."
"Nonsense! I'm a horny old man on the make," he said with a chuckle. "If nothing's going to happen tonight, why don't you join me on my yacht this weekend? We can discuss your situation with Farris in more detail."
"I doubt you'd want to do much talking on your yacht. Besides, I need my money, not a discussion of it."
She turned and re-entered the party so she wouldn't have to be rude should Tifton continue to pursue her. She asked everyone she met where she might find Farris, but no one seemed to know where he was. And Freeda was nowhere to be seen either.
She wandered into another room, a den or office or something, which resembled a scene she had only read about in magazines. Couples were prancing about in various stages of undress. Tiffany, shocked, open-mouthed, stepped over pools of spilled liquor and plates of half-eaten sandwiches which cluttered the expensive Persian rug.
"Is Neil Farris here?" she asked anyone who could hear her.
"Check the sewer," someone said drunkenly.
"What? You, too?" a redhead questioned. "Look in there. See if he's finished with that blonde cunt yet."
Tiffany followed the pointing finger to a closed door in the narrow hallway. She eased it open. A triangle of light split the darkness and she spotted Freeda in the bed. A radio played softly in the dim light.
Then Tiffany saw him, fully dressed, as he climbed on top of Freeda. She waited, knowing what was about to happen yet unwilling to move from the spot.
The man, dark-haired and handsome, stroked Freeda's naked body as she moaned around the excitement of her growing lust. His hands roughly mauled her huge tits, squeezing her nipples into the air. But Freeda seemed to love his rough treatment.
His mouth lowered over one of her breasts, and looked to Tiffany like he was nibbling her nipple. Freeda squealed but didn't try to detach his mouth from her full, ripe melon.
Then he moved down between her legs, her breasts abandoned for more succulent treasures. His face disappeared in her cunt, Freeda writhing around what Tiffany knew was his wildly flicking tongue. Her pussy heated at just the thought of his mouth attached to her own craving cooze.
He lifted away from her blonde bush and sat between her outstretched legs. Freeda thrust her cunt upward as he raised her knees to her tits, forcing her thighs apart.
The man was fumbling in his crotch with one hand, his fingers working to free his cock for the pussy waiting to be filled by his erection. His other hand pushed against the bed to keep his body angled over Freeda's naked crotch. Freeda held her legs out of the way as she waited for the fuck to begin.
Tiffany watched the man sink his dick into Freeda's pussy even though she couldn't actually see his cock's penetration. Their bodies told her what was happening. The man pushed down at the same time Freeda pushed up, and Tiffany knew that his rigid cock was slicing through her swallowing snatch.
Freeda called him all sorts of nasty names as the man furiously ground away at her humping cunt. His covered ass raised high and dropped hard between Freeda's bouncing thighs. It appeared he was in a hurry for climax.
Tiffany watched in fascination as the man rammed his dick into Freeda's pussy, riding her hard, each lunge between her legs powerful and deep. Both hands pushed against the bed to maximize the power of his thrusts, his chest raised high above her, and Freeda's ass gyrated around his spearing attack.
Even in the near darkness, Tiffany could tell that the man was very good-looking. His profile was classic, his hair styled, his clothes obviously tailored. This was a man with both money and style.
Freeda had his rhythm down perfectly, moving her butt right and left, up and down, weaving every which way. Then she screamed, "Oh... no...no, I'm almost there!"
Tiffany grew feeble from the lust boiling within her crotch. She sweated until she felt drops of moisture descend from her armpits down her naked skin to her waist. Perspiration slid slowly from the hollow at the base of her back into the ravine between her rounded ass cheeks. She was hot, and it wasn't because of all the people crammed into the apartment.
Her throat was dry and her chest ached as she tried to remain quiet. She had scarcely any breath left when Freeda cried out around what was obviously her orgasm. With all the noise the buxom blonde was making, Tiffany gulped for air.
Freeda bucked as her pussy gave up its treasured fluids, her tits bouncing madly upon her writhing chest. Every muscle seemed to be in motion as she dumped her load around the man's still-stroking cock.
Then Freeda's ass dropped into the bed and the man pulled out of her pussy. His face was instantly in her crotch as her legs fell onto his shoulders. Tiffany could hear the guy slurp and suck in Freeda's snatch, his mouth hungrily drinking the nectars of her orgasm.
After a moment, Freeda's body came back to life, her cunt pumping against the man's active face. She swirled her twat around his mouth as her hands pressed his head even deeper between her legs.
But the man jerked his face out of her pussy. It wasn't clear if he had cum or not as Tiffany continued to watch. Either way, the guy zipped up and rolled onto the bed.
"Tiffany!" Freeda yelled. "Come on in. There's someone I want you to meet."
Slowly, tiptoeing like she was walking on eggs, Tiffany entered the room. The man, his clothes completely readjusted, stood next to the bed, expressionless.
"I understand you've been looking for me," he said, deadpan.
"You're Farris?" Tiffany asked incredulously.
"In person."
Tiffany was somewhat taken aback. She assumed that she would have to fuck him to get her money, not Freeda. "Has Freeda told you?" she mumbled.
"That you want your inheritance? Yeah, she told me."
"And... "
Tiffany tried to fathom the situation and take in the polished young man who threatened her happiness. He was handsome and well-built, his hair soft and dark, his features chiseled, his mouth hinting at cruelty. That much she could tell with his clothes on.
"Little Tiffany King. Well, well, well... " Farris said, smiling, drawing her into the room so the minimal light played over the vast amount of her exposed flesh. Standing next to a mirror, she was quite pleased with her reflection. There was a sensuality in the slight curve of her mouth and certainly in the erotic thrust of her breasts and her butt. The dress did everything it could to heighten the allure of her already sexy figure.
"He's all yours," Freeda said, now next to the bed, smoothing a pink slip over her fleshy curves. "I don't think I really pleased him, but maybe you can."
"What?" Tiffany said, shocked.
"It's you he's interested in, honey. Hell, he didn't even bother to take off his clothes for me. Just think of it as business, dear," Freeda said, moving next to her and patting her fanny.
"But-"
"Keep smiling and play hard to get. He-likes that," Freeda whispered into her ear before she left the room.
"I don't want to be treated like that!" Tiffany blurted as soon as Freeda had closed the door.
"Don't be silly," Farris said, gently stroking her shoulder. "Women like Freeda love to be treated that way. But a beautiful girl like you deserves a whole lot better."
Tiffany experienced lust at first sight for Neil Farris. Her flesh tensed beneath his touch, her muscles tightening by the incessant throbbing that urged her to give her cunt to this perfect stranger.
Neil moved closer, his breath warm on her neck as his hands moved lower on her body. She wanted to discuss her inheritance, but desire singed her pussy and kept her silent. Her snatch sizzled like it had been set aflame by an incendiary bomb. It ignited her emotions and sent her brain spinning into wanton desire. Farris was about to fuck her, and she was ready to collapse into his arms.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"Let's get out of here," Neil said. "It smells too much like Freeda."
He ushered Tiffany down the thickly carpeted corridor into a room that appeared to be the library. The ceiling was low and softly glowing with concealed lighting. The carpet was black and the walls were white. The furniture, modern, consisted of a leather couch, two huge armchairs, a glass-topped table and a sideboard. As Neil walked to the latter, Tiffany surveyed a wall packed from floor to ceiling with books.
"Read a lot?" Tiffany questioned.
He busied himself with the liquor bottles, speaking over his shoulder. "No matter what you may have heard, I don't spend all of my time throwing parties."
She took a long, misted glass from him and felt his eyes on her; seldom on her face, more on her legs and the high rise of her tits. His attention and the insinuation in his eyes combined to make her crotch tingle with excitement.
As she drank, he moved across the room, closed the door and switched on the stereo. She settled herself comfortably on the couch and listened to the slow, sensual beat of the music.
"I'm going to tell you up front that you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
"Oh, come now!" Tiffany scoffed.
"No," he went on, "it's true. That's a statement I seldom make and-"
"Yes, yes, yes," Tiffany interrupted, "and it's not just a line." She downed her drink and with an abrupt gesture, shoved the empty glass out at him.
"Repeat?"
"Please."
"Let me tell you a bit about myself, Tiffany. I don't have to tell a woman she's beautiful to get into her panties. Women generally throw themselves at me, sparing me the necessity. So, when I say you're beautiful, there's no more motive behind it."
"Then, thank you," she said, taking the drink he offered, liking the way their fingers touched for a brief instant.
"And because you're beautiful, I don't intend to spend our time together talking about money."
"You," she said, pointing a finger at him, "owe me fifty thousand dollars."
"No, technically, I don't. You've not yet reached your twenty-first birthday," he explained, sitting on the sofa beside her.
"Yeah, well, it won't be long. So, do you have it or not?"
"We'll talk about that on your birthday," he said, his hand idly caressing her soft hair, toying with thick strands of her auburn locks. "Isn't there something else on your mind right now?"
"No. I have to know if you're going to give me my inheritance or try to cheat me out of it."
"I'm not a cheat," he said in his defense, his hand moving down to the strong column of her neck, his fingers beginning to explore her skin, aiming for the giant mounds dominating her chest.
"You're very sly," Tiffany protested, rising from the couch but falling back. The velvety skin of her thighs was visible to Neil's lusty stare, white and silky smooth in the library's warm glow.
Farris was about to defend himself yet again, but fell silent as he gazed upon her flushed face, turned toward him, her lips wet, expectant and slightly parted, her eyes boldly sensual. "Tiffany, Tiffany, my darling," he whispered instead.
"No! This isn't going to happen," she said, twisting away from the strong allure of his body.
His attention returned to her thighs. His fingers deftly hiked her skirt up to reveal more of her white, marble-smooth legs. Moving between them, her lowered himself over her, his lips and tongue caressing her face, his hands toying with her up-thrust breasts.
Tiffany writhed and squirmed beneath him, trying to play hard to get, wanting the two of them naked and lustily fucking the night away.
Farris knew what he was doing, and Tiffany couldn't get away. Waiting for just a slight hesitation in her wiggling body, he placed his open mouth over hers. Her nails dug into his back as his tongue shot into the heated cavern of her mouth. She held him tightly while their tongues lashed wetly at each other.
He suddenly release her and she lay back on the couch, the great mounds of her tits rising and falling quickly under the taut fabric of her skimpy dress. Her eyes were half-closed, her lips slightly quivering as she flicked her tongue lewdly over them.
"You play rough, Mr. Farris," Tiffany said softly.
"Yes, and I play for keeps."
Leaning forward, he pulled the top of her dress down below her breasts. Her tits lurched about upon her chest, heavy, plump, seductive in the way they wobbled from his unexpected advance. He instantly cupped them, squeezing and testing their erotic firmness. He thumbed her sensitive nipples, pulling on them until they were enlarged and rubbery.
Then he stood Tiffany on her feet, his hands searching her sensuous body. For a long moment, they were pressed against one another, their mouths glued in passion. His hands kneaded the exposed flesh of her supple thigh before working under the raised hem of her dress to cup the firm bulge of one glorious ass cheek.
Tiffany thrust her tongue deep into his mouth, stabbing and seeking until Neil groaned. He worked himself quickly between her shapely legs while balancing her weight on his outstretched hands. She leaned back, settled herself in his strong grip, and raised a smooth leg up to his waist. In that position, he slowly brought her backward to the couch. Kneeling, his fingers went for his fly to get his cockhead ready for her cunt.
"No!" Tiffany yelled, her hands batting at his. "You're not going to fuck me like you did Freeda. If you want me, you're going to get undressed and do it right!"
"Tiffany, I can't wait."
"Then you don't get it at all," she said, tugging her dress lower on her milky thighs.
Cursing under his breath, Neil climbed off the sofa and began to shed his clothes. He was careful about it, unknotting his tie slowly, folding his jacket and trousers over a chair, unbuttoning his shirt leisurely. Almost as an afterthought, he made himself another drink.
"Want one?" he asked.
"No, I want you." As an enticement, she worked her dress off her body. She stretched out naked, her passion at its peak, as she admired the way Neil strutted around the room. Every inch of his body was to be admired; his smoothly muscled shoulders, his hard, seductively-haired chest, his rippling arms. He was like a lion approaching his prey.
He stood next to the couch and ordered, "Touch my cock."
Gazing upon the magnificent slab of muscle snaking out of his dark nest of pubic hair, Tiffany felt a pang of righteousness. She was staring at the bare cock of a stranger, her body naked before him, and something told her this was wrong. But she couldn't disobey the commands from her yearning pussy. A burning desire forced her to touch, to stroke, to explore the handsome meat presented for her adoration.
Fondling his cock, feeling his shaft strengthen beneath her caressing fingers, Tiffany kept hearing Freeda's words. "Play hard to get" repeated in her brain. But the thundering beat of her heart and the hard-muscled beauty of this man demanded that her hands continue to play in his crotch. She worked his dick into a towering erection, his balls rocking gently between his thighs as she manipulated his firm and thumping hard-on.
Her lust brightened, leaping into a blazing fire of consuming desire. Yet Freeda's words had merit, and she backed off to arm's length.
She desperately wanted to experience the glories of his cock, but she wanted her inheritance just as badly. Teasing him, prolonging his lust, might force him to promise her anything to get at her cunt. It was worth a try, knowing that she would eventually give him what he wanted no matter what.
"What's the problem, darling?"
"It's too bright in here."
"Don't stall me, sweetheart. You're a beautiful woman, but you're not the only woman at this party who would love to fuck me."
Tiffany responded by slowly sliding her hands to her crotch. She fondled her pussy, her arms squeezing against her huge tits to jut them forward like twin mountains of tempting desire, her pale pink nipples reaching for his mouth. Her thighs, sleek and creamy, parted as she played in her snatch. Her tongue slid sensuously over her lower lip until it gleamed in the light.
Neil went around the room, switching off the recessed lighting and several lamps, casting the room into nearly total darkness. His body was a shadow as it returned to the sofa.
"Is that better?" he asked softly.
"Much," she said, her arms raising to welcome him onto the couch.
He was instantly upon her. He rejoiced in her womanly aromas and sniffed the traces of perfume in her long hair. His mouth clamped over hers, his teeth sinking greedily into the luscious cushion of her voluptuous lips. He rested his beating erection on the downy pillow of hair covering her cooze.
Tiffany returned his kisses with fierce and hot-blooded passion. Each meaty thrust of his tongue within the yawning cave of her eager mouth elevated her need to have his dick ramming into the depths of her pussy.
She quivered in his grasp, and the heat of their kisses forced her to part their lips. She was aroused beyond reason and had to catch her breath. Her eyes were heavy-lidded and she took deep breaths of fresh air to calm her runaway excitement.
Neil kissed her neck as his hands stroked over her smooth skin, treating her body like something precious. His touch was feathery as his fingers trailed over her breasts, as though a stronger touch would pop them like helium balloons. His hand erotically dipped into the curve of her slightly drooping belly, one finger circling her navel before he moved lower.
He raised himself slightly to watch his hand slip into the triangular, abundant bush that protected her pussy. He pressed his palm to her cunt, then wiggled one finger into her slit. He slowly drew it upwards, applying just the right amount of pressure to send Tiffany's muscles into fits of wanton need.
She felt every move of his finger as it trailed up and down her yearning gash. Her clit, firm and aching, throbbed against the heel of his hand as she moaned softly around the rising lust in her heated snatch.
"Ahhhhh!" Tiffany sighed. Neil's finger made a sudden lunge into her cunt and her hands reached out to seize his shoulders. Her entire body throbbed convulsively as he fingered her accepting hole. Her boobs rocked on her chest in cadence to the horny opening and closing of her sexy thighs. She enveloped his finger with her cunt, sheltering his hand between her legs and making sure he couldn't remove it.
He teased her pussy, bringing about a desire too insistent to be ignored as he increased the speed of his fucking finger.
A scalding warmth spread through the thrashing, quivering length of her body, and Tiffany was about to reach an orgasm. Her ass wiggled on the sofa and her hips automatically pumped against the steady rhythm of his stroking finger. She wanted to cum for his cock, but she was powerless to stop the excitement growing in her depths.
Shuddering, her pussy reached the peak of finger-fucked lust. Her interior flooded with hot fluids in a single burst. She groaned around the sudden release of her mini-orgasm, her muscles tensing, her ass cheeks locking, her thighs tightening around his stilled hand. As abruptly as it had begun, it stopped.
Soothing heat filled her body and her muscles relaxed, his finger slipping out of her cunt. She watched his finger raise to his mouth. He slowly spread her juices across his lips before sucking it clean. Her eyes were dreamy as he rolled back onto her body, his hard chest pressed adoringly to her tits.
He buried his mouth in the firm column of her neck, finding a pulsing vein and kissing it repeatedly. She wilted beneath his handsome body, the heat in her crotch overwhelming. She could feel his steely erection thump against her twat and raised her ass, locking her legs around his hips to let him know how desperately she wanted his cock inside her.
Neil's hands seized her tits, but he no longer employed a feathery touch. He fondled her mounds, squeezing harshly, fingering avidly, and the heightened level of her lust welcomed his rough passion. She moaned and arched her back so his dick could slide deeply into the valley between her thighs. He pillowed his face in the incredibly full mass of her knockers and licked and slurped over the roundness of her wrapping flesh, his hands molding and shaping her firm yet pliable breasts.
Since his hands were so gloriously occupied on her tits, Tiffany reached into his crotch to grab onto his cock. She fondled his dickhead in a slow, expert way, spreading his oozing oil over the plane of his knob.
"Oh, honey," he purred into her tits, his hips stroking his cock within her grasp.
Afraid he might cum as quickly as she had, and before she could realize the pleasure of his cock in her cunt, she released his rod. She grabbed his arms and forced his hands onto the twin globes of her ass, raising up to paste her pussy to his pulsing prick. The steel-like muscles of her straining thighs held him fast and her snatch tried to capture his erection.
"Easy, honey, I'm not going anywhere," Neil said, his hands massaging the soft mounds of her butt. "Loosen your leg-lock, baby."
Tiffany relaxed her muscles and Neil brought one hand into his crotch to introduce her pussy to the blunt power of his cockhead. She wanted him so badly that his knob pushed into her body without resistance. His hand returned to her ass as the length of his cock journeyed into the heated depths of her cunt.
He held onto the spongy, rounded globes of her butt as his dick slid easily into the pool of her pussy, slicing into her depths like a submerging submarine. He gasped around the heady sensations of her wrapping cunt, and Tiffany screamed from the ecstasy of finally having his handsome rod within her cooze.
Tiffany squirmed and twitched in unending spasms of joy as his length continued to bury itself in her snatch. Her pussy hole was stretched around his mighty thickness and she kept waiting to feel his hairy base held within the strong grip of her enlarged entrance.
"Oh, God!" she cried out, her head raising from the sofa. His cock had at long last pushed against the back of her box.
"C'mon, honey, just relax. You can take it. You're all tense!"
Tiffany let her ass sink into his strong hands, her thighs easing their grip, the walls of her cunt clinging to his cock without grasping it. Tiffany rocked her hips slowly from side to side as Neil held his position. He sighed around the heavenly feel of her twat as his dick was kissed by one wall and then the other. But he needed to fuck her to cum, so he backed his cock out of the depths of her cunt.
He fucked smoothly, steadily, his shaft gliding in and out of her hotly greased pussy. He didn't completely submerge his length, not yet, not until she was totally accustomed to the size of his manhood.
Tiffany continued to rock around his driving rod, increasing the force of her lower body. The faster she moved and the deeper he thrust into her box, the greater her pleasure. It didn't take long before the full length of his stimulating erection was pounding into her pussy.
Each hard-driving lunge into her snatch produced a dull ache deep within her body, but she concentrated on the pleasure shooting through every atom of her lustful flesh. She was being fucked by a mammoth dick and another orgasm was quickly on the rise.
Neil's hands returned to her tits, his hips pumping lustily. His lips lowered to one standing rose bud and drew her hardened nipple onto his tongue. He licked and batted her firm peak as his rigid dick savored the erotic sensations of her clasping cunt riding from the base to the flared corona of his thrusting prick.
Her pussy felt tight against his stroking rod and he relished the arousal claiming his crotch. His present pace was not-likely to bring him to immediate climax, but the pleasures of her pussy kept him from hurtling into her with greater speed.
But the power of his fuck had just the opposite reaction on Tiffany's stretched pussy. Humping against his steady rhythm, she reached a second, much larger climax. Her nerves registered the euphoric vibrations in her quaking cunt, her thighs trembling, her breathing erratic, her honey spilling over his gliding cockhead.
Her head tossed from side to side as searing liquids filled her snatch. She was awed by the fact that she had reached a second orgasm so quickly, and equally awed by the ecstasy swamping her body. Her pussy spasmed around his still-stroking cock, and he seemed to ignore the power of her eruption.
When she stopped grunting and the flames of her climax settled into a soothing warmth, she fell back against the sofa. Her pussy tightened and was much more sensitive, his thrusting cock feeling bigger than before. "Cum, honey?"
"Yes, I did," she said a little puzzled. She couldn't believe that he hadn't felt it, that his cock hadn't experienced the fire of her cream.
"And I'll make you cum again," he claimed, increasing the speed behind his plunging prick.
"No. Not so fast. You'll hurt me."
"Nonsense! You've taken my big dick so far. And you want to please me, don't you, baby? Don't I get to cum, too?"
"Yes, but-"
"But nothing!" Neil said.
He gritted his teeth and pounded his cock into her cunt, packing every bit of his shaft into her stretching box. He hurtled his dick through her grasping ring of elastic flesh and made sure his cockhead pushed her blocking wall deep into her interior. His sweaty balls rapped against her butt and his chest angled itself above her to increase the angle of his thrusting prick.
Tiffany didn't think it possible, but with his torso straightened and his hips lowered, he reached even further into her cunt.
"Slow down! Please!" she begged.
"In a minute, honey."
Neil seemed detached from the fuck, calm, his eyes narrowed, his lips curled into what appeared to be a sneer. Tiffany did everything she could to relax around his spearing dick.
Tiffany knew instinctively that he was no longer making love to her cunt. He was fucking her snatch to get his rocks off; that and nothing more. The power behind his plunges and the blank look on his face was a clear indication that her pussy had become nothing more than a receptacle for his imminent load.
Her hands held onto the cushions of the couch as her body bounced beneath his steady pounding. Her ass squeaked against the leather as his dick tore into her cunt. Her hole stretched around his wide base then quickly encircled his cockhead as he rammed in and out of her overheated twat.
Then his head tilted back, his mouth open but silent, and his hips planted his dickhead far up her interior. His hips jerked minimally as his cum blasted into her pussy. She felt his fiery spunk splatter against the wall of her cooze, but he didn't utter a sound, as if indifferent to his own desired climax.
As his cock fired its thick load, Tiffany's eyes widened in disbelief. It was happening again. Another orgasm sprang from her body. She quivered around yet a third discharge from her liquid center. Her ass raised up from the sofa as her fluids gushed around his still-spurting dick. She had never reached three orgasms in one session, and the shock was too much to handle.
She collapsed onto the couch, her head spinning, her body reeling from the amount of ecstasy coursing through her veins. The heat in her crotch was incredible, and she nearly fainted from the amount of pleasure consuming her flesh.
Neil, his dick drained, rested within the heat of her pussy. He stared down at her face, at her tits, and smiled. Then he pulled his prick out of her cunt and wiped his wet, still-firm rod against her thigh. He cleaned his cock on her leg and his shaft began to soften.
Tiffany couldn't help studying his gorgeous body in spite of his not turning out to be the lover she had hoped for. He seemed so cold, so uncaring, as he returned her stare.
"You've got a hot box, honey, but ain't worth no fifty thousand dollars."
"What!? "
"I'm not stupid, Tiffany. You fucked me because you thought that would make me give you your money. Sorry. Didn't work," he said, getting off the couch.
"That money is mine!"
"Not until you're twenty-one. Come see me on your birthday. We'll talk about it then." He winked and turned to leave the room.
"You come back here!" she yelled at his retreating ass. "I'm not finished with you yet."
"Perhaps not. But I'm finished with you," he said, turning, flopping his dick with his hand. "See this? It's soft, sweetheart. That means it got what it wanted."
He opened the library door and stepped into the hallway, naked, his hairy butt the last thing Tiffany saw.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Ryan arrived at Neil's party at the peak of the evening. People were running around groping each other, some naked, some nearly naked, all of them horny and wanting action of one kind or another. He made his way through the crowd, stepping over fucking bodies, avoiding hands thrust into his crotch, searching for Freeda.
He spied her with her back up against a wall, some guy kneeling between her legs. His hands were fumbling with her panties, his shirt off, his mouth open in anticipation of attaching itself to her naked snatch.
"Freeda!" Ryan called.
"Hi, baby," she said with a smile, glancing down at the man lusting at her crotch. "Not now, honey. Maybe later."
The guy sat back and looked up between her tits. "Bitch!"
"So, Ryan, how was your date?" Freeda asked as he moved up next to her.
"Weird! Her parents watched me fuck her! But it didn't do any good. She's still a lesbian."
A worried look crossed Freeda's face. "Did you get paid?"
"Yeah, got it right here," he said, extracting the envelope from his jacket pocket. He gave it to Freeda and held his hand out. "I want my share. I counted it, so don't try to screw me on this one."
"Now, baby, I wouldn't do that to my number one stud!"
"Bullshit! Just give me my money."
Freeda counted out a hundred and fifty dollars and handed it to Ryan. He stuffed it into his pocket. "Thanks."
"Drop your pants and join the party," Freeda said, raising her glass. "There's a lot of pussy that would really enjoy a dick like yours."
"We'll see. I need a drink first."
"Bar's over there," Freeda said, pointing. "If I don't see you again tonight, call me tomorrow. I've got another woman who can't wait to meet you."
"Is she under 90?" he asked sarcastically. "We'll talk tomorrow."
Freeda wandered off down the hall and Ryan headed for the bar. He had to help himself since the bartender was dicking some redhead on the floor, his ass bobbing like a cork in water.
Ryan scanned the room as he sipped on his Scotch. Freeda was right. There were a lot of lovely young ladies cavorting about with hungry looks in their roving eyes. And there were just as many half-naked men willing to feed their hunger.
"Where did you come from, handsome?" asked a stately blonde, her hand gliding into his crotch. "I haven't seen you before."
"Just got here," he said, giving her the once over and not removing her hand from his groin. "That feels nice."
"It sure does, baby! Is all that you?"
"Why don't you find out?"
Ryan was in the mood for a blow job, and if that's what she was willing to provide, then she'd be his lady of choice. For some reason, it didn't bother him that his fly was being unzipped in the middle of a crowd and his dick would shortly be pulled out of his pants for all to see. Considering his earlier modesty in front of Mrs. Rodgers, he couldn't fathom why this would be different. But it was.
His cock was soon lounging in the hand of the buxom blonde, his shaft thick, his head pointing up at her open mouth. When there wasn't a price on his prick, his erections were nearly always instant.
He leaned back against the bar, his elbows planted, his eyes watching the blonde head obscure the sight of his pulsing hard-on.
Her hand sunk down to his fly as her mouth circled the end of his standing dick. Her lips were cool on his hot skin, and his hips jerked back from the cold kiss of her wet mouth. Her hand took a firmer hold on his thickness and his knob slipped into the openness of her watery cave.
His dick quickly heated her mouth and his hips no longer tried to free his rod from her insistent grip. Just the opposite. He slowly pumped his blood-filled meat as her tongue lashed out at his sensitive cockhead.
His eyes closed as the blonde worked on his cock's tiny opening, her tongue gliding along the tiny crevice in his bulbous knob. She flicked and licked until his throbbing rod gave up the first of his tasty fluids.
Ryan enjoyed the woman's slow pace, her mouth in no hurry to force him to climax. She played his seeping liquids over the plane of his sensitive head, his cock stiffening to the max, his hips rocking instead of pumping. He let her do whatever she wanted as he relaxed into the role of recipient rather than performer. It was a nice change, and he meant to take full advantage of it.
After a minute or two, her mouth began to travel down the length of his heating organ. Her lips were firm against his flesh as her hand flattened into his crotch to make room for her sucking mouth. She swallowed every bit of his exposed erection, his cockhead just nudging into her open throat. But she didn't yet have all he had to offer, her hand and his pants keeping his length from being entirely consumed.
But that was okay for the moment. Ryan was enjoying the heat of her mouth too much to alter the situation. He held still as she began to bob her head over his moist and meaty hard-on, her tongue slick against the taut skin of his burning dick.
Each time his knob kissed the back of her mouth, he had the temptation to ram it down her throat. He resisted. The tight clamp of her mouth was every bit as good as the narrow passage of her neck. At least for the moment.
His hips rocked a little faster as the woman increased the speed of her blow job. Her fingers squeezed somewhat harder around his girth as her mouth began to race over his length. And the power of her suction made orgasm more of a reality than a dream.
If Ryan wanted more before he dumped his load, now was the time to do it. He pushed off the bar and undid his pants, pushing them down to the base of his dick. The woman lifted off his dripping erection just long enough for him to bare his crotch. Then her mouth reattached itself to his moistened slab.
But Ryan had what he wanted. His nuts were free to wobble between his thighs and the entire length of his raging erection was now available to the woman's mouth. And she didn't waste any time devouring his succulent meat.
Her lips raced into his crotch to lock around his hairy base. His cockhead dove into her throat, and Ryan gasped at the amount of pressure applied to his sensitive knob. His shaft was crammed down her neck, her lips spreading into his groin, her teeth scraping the smooth skin of his madly pulsing prick.
His body shook at the tremendous thrill encompassing his rod, his balls quivering beneath him, his hands quickly reaching back to the bar to keep himself steady. With his dick plunged down her throat, the woman munched on his meat, her nose pressed deeply into his abdomen.
Then she raised up the length of his shaft to toy with his throbbing head. Her hand continued to pump the lower portion of his fat rod as her tongue concentrated on the mushroom end of his itching dick.
He moaned above her caressing tongue, her expertise tickling his climax. His balls raised up in his crotch and cum entered the center of his flaming cock. His eyes closed around the exciting sensation of an orgasm preparing to blow, and his hips pumped with an eagerness he hadn't enjoyed in a very long time.
Removing her hand, the woman allowed her mouth the pleasure of once again chewing around the thickness of his base. Which allowed Ryan the pleasure of having his shaft squeezed into the slick tunnel of her throat. But she didn't stay in his crotch. She began a serious effort to work his cream out of his cock and into her wanting mouth.
She pumped her head over the full length of his slippery erection, his knob screaming with joy each time it dove into the hot recesses of her clinging throat. Her hands slid around to cup the furry globes of his clenching ass, and Ryan knew she was hell-bent on drinking his cum.
With the speed employed by her racing head, he tried not to pump his hips. If he fucked her face the way she wanted, his cream would be splattering in seconds. But there was little he could do to stop it.
Her fingers dug into the flesh of his ass and propelled his cock into her mouth at the same furious pace as her galloping head. She wanted his thick load and she wanted it now.
Ryan opened his eyes to watch his cock speedily leap in and out of her mouth. And it did slip fully out. Her lips completely cleared his itching head before gliding back down his pounding girth. Saliva dripped from the end of his prick each time she lifted away. But the return journey was what made his dick twitch and beg to be brought to eruption. When her mouth reconnected with his searing flesh, a flash of ecstatic warmth surged down his shaft and spread through his crotch like a fire burning out of control.
And control is what he relinquished. He held onto the bar, his body a mass of jangled nerves with the nearness of his climax. He moaned and grunted and didn't care how many eyes might be on his majestic prick as it prepared to cream for the beautiful blonde so lustily and greedily attacking his manhood.
He stared down at the blonde hair swirling around her bobbing head, flying tendrils swiping across his abdomen, licking his crotch with silky thrills. Her mouth ravenously ran over his pole, her body feverish for a taste of his spunk.
Without missing a beat, one hand moved around to latch on to his nuts. Her fingers worked his firm orbs out of his crotch and into her hand. Gently squeezing his tender balls, her other hand slid over his butt until her fingers curled into the sweaty crack of his ass. She ran up and down the deep trench between his globes before centering her attention on his asshole.
Her fingers pried through the tangled mass of hair in his damp valley to reach his puckered ring of sensitive flesh. Toying with the entrance to his rectum, Ryan rapidly pumped his hips to encourage his climax.
Stimulation from several sources bombarded his groin, and he had to find an outlet for the trapped ecstasy clawing at his muscles. He wanted to dump his thick cream and wanted to dump it now.
His wish was granted when the woman scratched his asshole with her sharp fingernail and stretched his nuts away from his wildly throbbing crotch. His dick blasted into her mouth, his hips lunging forward to plant his cockhead within the tight grip of her throat.
But the woman backed away to keep his spraying knob centered over her tongue. His cream was released in rapid-fire bursts, his mouth open wide to grunt his pleasure, his eyes raised to the ceiling in thankfulness.
She loosened her grip on his hot balls and gulped down his gushing load. Her head and her hands remained still so she could relish the sumptuous explosion from the depths of his handsome body. She knew what she was doing, what she enjoyed, and raised her tongue to his spewing head as the last of his orgasm rushed into her mouth.
Ryan could feel her tongue pressing against his pisshole as the last of his jizz raced to freedom. She kept his cream from escaping down her throat, his thick spunk rolling along her tongue. And he felt it, too.
His shaft blazed with the heat of his release as she painted his semen along the underside of his aching dick. Her tongue moved forward and back, massaging his cock, covering it with cum, driving him into the blissful ecstasy of a perfect ejaculation.
Even when his dick stopped spitting, she continued to suck on his rigid muscle. Both hands wrapped around his shaft, squeezing up his length, gathering any loose skin against her lips, forcing any reluctant droplets out of his cock and into her mouth.
Still cleansing the taut skin on his itching organ, Ryan had to jerk his dick out of her mouth. His flesh was far too sensitive to tolerate any more activity from her bathing tongue.
The woman smiled up at him, then got to her feet. "Nice cock, sweetie. Real tasty, too." She planted a quick kiss on his lips and turned away.
His cock was red and throbbing as it slowly began to go limp in his crotch. He reached down for his underwear and brought them up his trembling thighs. Even the feel of cushiony cotton on his flaming rod was hard to bear as he lowered back down for his pants.
Finishing his drink, he was about to leave the party. He stopped when Tiffany entered the room. Freeda was right behind her, but Ryan only had eyes for the auburn-haired beauty walking in his direction. He decided he could stay just a little bit longer.
CHAPTER NINE
Ryan rushed over to Freeda. "Wanna introduce me to your friend?" he asked, his eyes totally devoted to Tiffany.
"Guess it won't hurt. Ryan Clark, this is Tiffany King."
"The pleasure is all mine," Ryan said, taking her hand and kissing it. "Turn off the charm," Freeda said coldly, her hands pulling Tiffany closer to her and away from Ryan. "Tiffany's in no mood to be swept off her feet by the-likes of you."
"Now why don't we let her decide that for herself?" he said, still holding her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.
"I take it you're a friend of Freeda's," Tiffany said just to make conversation. She was attracted to this man, but the disappointment over her inheritance kept her from acting upon her desires.
"I work for her," he said, allowing her to extract her hand.
"And what exactly do you do for her, Mr.
Clark?"
Freeda rapidly shook her head in the negative.
"Odd jobs. Just odd jobs."
Neil Farris suddenly appeared next to them wearing jeans and a baggy sweater. He had a drink in one hand and a dildo in the other. "Anyone care to play?" he asked, waving the dildo in front of Tiffany.
"Leave her alone!" Freeda raged, knocking the dildo out of his hand. "Don't be an asshole all your life."
"What's the matter, honey," he said, closing in on Tiffany. "Didn't you get what you wanted? But I think you did. You wanted my dick a lot more than any old money. And if you're real nice, you can have it again."
Tears welled up in Tiffany's eyes as Neil unzipped his jeans.
"That's enough," Ryan said. "Can't you see you're upsetting the lady? You're drunk. Put your dick back in your pants and go sleep it off."
"And who the fuck are you to tell me what to do at my own fucking party?! "
"Just a friend."
"Well, friend, fuck off. Unless you want to suck my dick?" He twirled his cock in his hand. "Big enough for you, pretty boy?"
"Come on, Tiffany. I'm getting you out of here."
Ryan grabbed her arm and marched her toward the front door. "You don't have to put up with that shit," he said as they made their way through naked bodies.
"Yes, I do," Tiffany mumbled. "He's got my money."
"You can explain that later. First, let's get you into a cab and back to my place."
"Your place?" she questioned. "Oh, I don't care. I just need someplace quiet, someplace where I can think."
"My place it is."
Ryan hailed a cab and they were soon opening the door to his apartment. "It isn't much," he warned, flicking on the light, "but it's comfortable."
"Do you mind if I take a shower," Tiffany asked as soon as they were inside. "I feel dirty."
"No, go right ahead. Bathroom's that way."
"Thanks."
Ryan heard her undressing, heard the whisper of her dress as it fell to the floor. He wanted to watch her, but resisted temptation. He closed his eyes and moaned, his cock ramrod hard.
But the strong allure of Tiffany's body destroyed his resolve. He had to see her, had to know the beauty of her figure in its natural state. She was so stunning that he had to see her naked or die.
He opened the bathroom door just a crack. He watched her behind the clear plastic shower curtain, standing in the tub, washing her body with a sponge. He was overcome by the unbelievable beauty of her large, billowy breasts, her thighs like ivory, her round and jutting ass cheeks. He had never seen a woman quite like her, and his cock thumped out its passion in his bulging pants.
Tiffany washed herself, apparently oblivious to the eyes watching her from the door. The light played over her huge melons topped by delicate strawberries, over her soft belly, down her succulent thighs, and sparkled in the forest of hair covering her cunt. She turned around, granting Ryan a full shot of her shapely ass.
Ryan sighed as he thought how perfectly matched her ass cheeks were, like pears, like ripe, delicious pears.
"Come in," she whispered.
"What?"
"I can see you at the door. Come in and hand me a towel." She kept her back to him as she waited.
"But...I... "
"It's okay. I expected you'd want to see me. I could tell that from the instant we met. Just look at how hard your cock is."
Ryan handed her a towel and felt self-conscious about the boner beating in his pants. He stood in the center of the tiny bathroom, dazed, unable to speak.
Tiffany dried herself, emerged from the tub, and kissed him on the mouth. An electric thrill, almost like a shock, raced through his cock and balls. His hands, reaching for her ass, cupped her lovely cheeks. She shifted her butt in his hands, smiling, letting him knead the soft flesh of her erotic globes.
"I'm glad you invited me here," she said softly. "And thanks for the shower. I feel much better."
"Hopefully, I can make you feel even better yet," Ryan said, returning his lips to hers.
Their kisses were slow and caressing, yet filled with passionate ardor. Their tongues leisurely hugged and stroked as Ryan's hands indulged themselves on her soft, quivering butt.
"I think I could fall in love with a girl like you," he said, pulling away, gazing deeply into her eyes.
"Don't talk of love. Not yet."
Her hands started to unbutton his shirt to get him as naked as she was. She wanted to see exactly what this man had to offer. She was very attracted to his face, and she hoped she would be as equally attracted to his body.
Ryan stood and let her undress him, his eyes leisurely studying her curvaceous figure. He was astounded by the perfect proportions of her tits, by the dip of her stomach, by the promised power of her thighs, and especially by the bulging butt that had felt so soft and yet so firm in his massaging hands. She was everything he had always wanted in a woman and there she was in his bathroom, naked, removing his clothes.
Happiness sang in his ears.
Tiffany quickly had his body stripped, and she found he was even more appealing out of his clothes. He didn't have Mark's rippling muscles nor Neil's enormous cock, but he was certainly handsome in his own right. His muscles felt firm beneath her touch and the dick that stood up to greet her was definitely large enough to satisfy her pussy. Or so she thought. She would know for sure soon enough.
She gripped his erection with both hands and jerked on his stiff stick. His rod was hot and pulsing deliciously as her fingers became familiar with the ultimate muscle of pleasure. Her gaze returned to his face to find him smiling, his eyes half-closed, his lips parted in barely audible moans.
"Fuck me, Ryan," Tiffany whispered. "Right now. Right here."
Ryan was instantly kissing her all over, licking the dampness between her breasts, taking her hardening nipples between his teeth. He clutched her arms, slid up to her shoulders, then caressed down her spine. His fingers dove into the hot, seductive crack of her ass. Her ass was so beautiful he couldn't resist it, his fingers gliding over the silky skin of her twin mounds of exquisite flesh.
Cupping her butt, he dipped down and brought his prick up between her legs, his cockhead tickling the soft hairs concealing her cunt. Tiffany leaned back slightly and his dick advanced, his knob slipping between the folds of her pussy.
Opening her luscious thighs, Tiffany lowered her box. The heat of her cunthole made itself felt against his needy prick. She moved her snatch skillfully in a slow, revolving motion. The warm petals of her pussy flowed around his sensitive cockhead, making Ryan anxious to drive his hard-on into the rapture of her waiting cunt.
Tiffany lifted up on her tiptoes, her back arching. Her twat raised away from his erection, but Ryan's hand swiftly grabbed his wide shaft to align his dick with her elevated snatch.
She spread her legs wider to make sure her pussy was easily accessible to his waiting cock. Ryan explored her gash with his mushroom head until he once again found the entrance to her pussy's interior.
"I'm ready," he said. "Lower down on my dick."
Tiffany's body lowered, sinking her pussy over his firm muscle. Ryan drove his root deep up her cunt as her feet returned to the floor.
The pair stood motionless as each savored the heated euphoria racing through their bodies. They were combined. They were united in lust. They were one.
Tiffany closed her eyes, turned her head and tightened the cheeks of her ass. "Now," she whispered, "move."
Ryan began to stroke inside her, his cockhead penetrating deeper into her hot cave. His shaft felt her snatch tighten around his pumping girth as he stabbed up at her box. He soon developed a rhythm that would keep the excitement alive on his cock but not bring him to eruption too quickly.
His hands gently rubbed her back as her tits played across the furry plane of his chest. Her nipples dug into his flesh and he couldn't help jamming his prick into her pussy at an ever-increasing pace. He wanted to make love to this beauty, but that would have to wait for another time. Her gorgeous body was so arousing that he simply had to fuck her for now.
While passion raged in his heart, lust raged in his thrusting cock. His prick tore at her pussy in a wild, insanely savage speed. His body craved climax with excessive eagerness, stuffing his dick up her cunt determinedly. He drove hard and penetrated deeply, his cockhead smashing against the back wall of her box on each heavenly charge between her clamping cunt lips.
Tiffany responded enthusiastically, her ass twisting, their bellies together, her tits hardly moving with her body pressed so closely to his. Her hips worked against his stroking cock. Every time he pulled down, her hips raised up to increase the length of his spearing thrusts up her welcoming snatch. When he plowed back inside her steamy cave, she dropped down over his ramming dick to force his knob as deeply inside her twat as their position would allow. She loved the feel of his hard length stretching her pussy and pasting her hot walls to his equally hot shaft. Ryan Clark had a cock that any woman would love.
He reached down and raised one of her legs to his hip. Her crotch opened to receive the full power of his greedy lunges into her tight cunt. She couldn't fuck him back any more, or risk toppling them to the floor. She held onto his shoulders and went along for the ride, a glorious ride that had aroused her orgasm almost from the moment his handsome dick had entered her.
Tiffany moaned above the climax steadily building deep within her body. Her insides were pure liquid, sloshing, splashing around each and every one of his divinely stimulating plunges into her steamy depths.
"I love your cock!" Tiffany wailed.
"And I...love...your cunt," Ryan responded with great difficulty, his energies poured into his pumping piston.
Tiffany worked her arms between his so she could plant her hands on his ass. She pressed on his buns to force his body tighter to hers. Ryan's hands did the same, his fingers digging into the soft muscles of her butt. Letting her leg lay along his arm, his fingers worked into her already open crack to fill his palms with the luxurious flesh of her tempting bottom.
Ryan was huffing and puffing as his dick continued to thrust into her pussy, his hips driving his lengthy cock deeply into her snatch. He couldn't bury his entirety within the hot, hugging warmth of her box, standing not allowing the deepest penetration, but his glowing climax didn't seem to mind. His cum bubbled and boiled inside him.
And Tiffany felt the same bubbling and boiling in her liquid depths. Orgasm was approaching at a rapid pace, and her eyes closed in the heavenly bliss of a rushing eruption. Her cunt bounced atop his mighty pole and she relaxed her muscles with the nearness of her climax.
Even feeling its burning advance, release shocked her system. She kissed him hard, groaning her ecstasy into his mouth. Her ass twitched around her flowing liquids, her cheeks moving in such frenzied fervor that Ryan had a hard time holding them.
But that wasn't the only problem. It was also difficult for him, despite the size of his cock, to remain inside her spewing pussy. Her cunt seemed to grow hotter by the second, her scorching walls searing his shaft with the intensity of her climax.
He pulled his mouth away from hers to catch his breath, his hands grappling with her ass, his cock jerking and lifting to keep his smoldering head locked inside her snatch. Tiffany wriggled and writhed around her orgasm so violently that he felt his own climax ebb with the reduced stroking of his dick.
He desperately clutched at her ass in an attempt to quiet the storm raging in her jiggling buns. His fingers clutched and clawed at her cheeks, but she kept gyrating within his grip.
Tiffany couldn't believe the power of her orgasm, her body convulsing around a searing discharge that didn't seem to want to end. Her lava poured out of her depths to wrap his cock in fiery juices. She grunted and groaned, her muscles contorting in spasms of electrified ecstasy. Her pussy clamped around his prick to trap the fierce heat of her climax inside her raging cunt.
Tiffany was near exhaustion when her orgasm finally ceased to flow. Savoring the luscious flames glowing in her crotch, her body went limp in his arms. The glorious sensations cavorting over her flesh left her panting and limp within his grip-Ryan tried to thrust into her hot, clutching cunt, but he made little progress. He yanked his dick out of her pussy, grabbed her by the arm, and headed for the bed.
Tiffany fell back onto the mattress, her legs spread, her thighs trembling from her recent eruption, her wet-haired pussy ready to receive his swollen length.
Ryan was instantly upon her, his dick racing back inside her hot box. His hands pressed into the bed to keep his torso raised above her, his hips angled to drive his cock far into her twat. At last he was able to obtain a much deeper and more satisfying thrust into her snatch.
He stared down at her swaying knockers, at his stroking cock, as he rapidly pumped her pussy with his needy stick. Up and down, in and out, his cock quickly felt the return of his mounting climax.
Tiffany wrapped her legs around his ass to help drive his ramming tool deeply into her body. On the bed, she could now buck against him and fuck him as eagerly as he was fucking her. It didn't matter that she had already achieved her orgasm, she now craved the feel of his hot spunk bombarding the velvety walls of her cunt. And if he could hold off long enough, she just might reach a second climax for his wonderfully stimulating dick.
Ryan fucked her pussy fast and hard, pressing her ass into the bed, nailing her cooze with all his might. Her tight cunthole scraped along the full length of his plunging rod and elevated his excitement. His balls rapped deliciously against her butt as he drove madly into her moist interior, the wild sensations attacking his erection, sending his mind into blissful ecstasy.
His head tilted back, and he growled excitedly as his cum rapidly neared explosion. His hips pumped as fast as they could, his steely shaft easing through her clamping hole, his cockhead nudging the back of her box on each plowing stroke. His knob tingled and itched and blazed atop his thrusting rod.
Fitting together like their bodies were made for each other, they became a duet of erotic motion. They were a love machine made of flesh and blood, steel-like muscles, and unending power. Grinding against one another, the sensual feelings produced by their coupling evoked moans and sighs that grew into deep, desperate grunts.
Within very short order, Ryan came. He discharged, releasing his hot spunk in a series of powerful jets. His cum came pumping out of his sizzling cockhead, flooding Tiffany's cunt, creaming her walls with blazing jizz, sending her into fits of radiant rapture.
Ryan's cock sizzled with excitement as his shaft pounded out its extreme pleasure. Blast after blast of fiery jizz ripped through his tender flesh to splash around her hugging cunt. He had a full load for her greedy snatch and fucked his way through the draining of his balls. His slippery shaft wobbled within the confines of her pussy and stimulated his sensitive knob beyond belief.
Even through the ecstasy of climax, Ryan realized that cumming when his dick wasn't paid for was far more thrilling and much less of a performance. And a lot more pleasurable besides.
His cock spit for a good long while before the end of his climax was achieved. Even then, he continued to stroke his euphoric erection through the sloshing liquids collected in her cunt. His thrusting muscle remained firm as his ass cheeks clenched to keep him driving into her cum-filled cunt. It felt good. It felt warm and comfortable. It felt right.
Finally pulling out of her wet box, he snuggled up next to her, kissing her passionately, letting his hands roam over the soft contours of her tits. But fatigue stilled his hands and all motion ceased.
Cradling each other as if they were long-time lovers, they each drifted into slumber.
They stayed together for two days, roaming around the apartment naked, eating and fucking, ignoring the nearly constantly ringing telephone. Their lust for each other pushed the world aside.
Tiffany talked of love, of living together, of building a life with Ryan. She decided, and Ryan agreed, that she would go back to her apartment, gather some clothes, and rush back to him.
When she got to her sublet apartment, she made the mistake of answering the phone. It was Freeda, and she was furious.
Tiffany just listened until Freeda finally calmed down enough to make sense. Then Tiffany couldn't believe her ears. Freeda had a job for her, but it wasn't exactly what Tiffany thought she might be doing until she received her inheritance. Freeda wanted her to be an escort, her first "job" already arranged.
"Mr. Tifton? You want me to fuck that old guy?"
"I didn't say that," Freeda explained. "He wants you at his side for a small party he's throwing on his yacht. You'll be his escort, but that doesn't necessarily mean you have to sleep with him. That's up to you, sweetie."
"And I get paid just to be seen with him, right?"
"That's the deal. Now, take down the address and be there tonight at 7:00."
"But that's an hour from now!"
"Right. So, you better hurry. There's a hundred bucks in it for you, so don't be late!"
Tiffany hung up the phone and called Ryan, but he didn't answer. She needed the money, so she grabbed a quick shower, dressed in the sexiest thing she had, and headed off to meet Mr. Tifton.
CHAPTER TEN
Tiffany took a taxi to meet Mr. Tifton and eventually found his yacht. He greeted her in a dark blue blazer, white turtleneck sweater, white duck trousers and sneakers. It was quite a different look from their first meeting.
"Good evening, Mr. Tifton," she said, allowing him to take her hand.
"My friends call me Tif," he said, smiling too broadly, his hand clasping hers a bit too firmly.
"I'm sorry I'm a little late. I had trouble finding your yacht," Tiffany apologized, slipping her hand out of his.
"No problem. I'm just glad you agreed to come. My other guests won't be arriving for a while so we have time for me to show you my boat."
Boat? Tifton's yacht was a mansion on water.
As Tif walked her from one area to the next, Tiffany kept sidling away from his roaming hands. He tried to wrap his arm around her waist or let his hand rest upon her ample bottom, but she successfully avoided prolonged contact each and every time. She didn't want to give him the wrong idea. She was there to be seen with him and nothing more.
"This will be your room," he said, opening a cabin door.
"But I don't need a room," Tiffany protested.
"I expect the party to run quite late. I just thought you might like to spend the night. You can if you want."
"We'll see," Tiffany said only to avoid being rude. She had no intention of staying, knowing Ryan would be waiting for her and probably worrying about her.
They returned to the deck where a strikingly handsome Puerto Rican made them drinks. Tiffany was fascinated by his dark-skinned beauty as Tif pulled out a chair for her.
"If you're nice to me, I can help you," he said, leaning across the table.
"What do you mean?"
"I can help you get your inheritance from that snake Neil Farris." He took one of her hands between his and gently massaged.
"You can do that?" Tiffany questioned, her eyes widening, her interest in Mr. Tifton rising.
"He owes me a favor or two. But it's up to you. Please me, and I'll help."
Tiffany left her hand between his even though she wanted to pull it away. "And just what does it take to please you, Mr. Tifton?"
"We'll discuss that later. I see that some of my guests have just arrived."
He released her hand, stood up, and greeted the first of his guests. Introductions were made and everyone got themselves a drink. More people arrived, not a one of them familiar to Tiffany, and when the yacht pulled out of the harbor, there were twelve in all. Tiffany thought it a little strange that there were nine men and three women, not counting the yacht's all-male crew (at least she assumed the crew was made up of nothing but men).
She did her best to make polite conversation through dinner, and she couldn't help noticing how all eyes seemed to be locked onto her breasts. Every time she looked around the table, eyes had to be raised to look her in the face. She felt self-conscious, but it was too late to clasp another button on her blouse. She was sorry she had tried to be sexy, feeling now that she had exposed too much cleavage, the deep valley between her tits attracting far too much attention.
After dinner, they went back out on the deck for more drinks. Tiffany thought the other two women looked like sluts as they rubbed themselves up against man after man. It didn't appear that there were any "couples" in the crowd. It was every woman for herself. Tiffany began to question just whose escort she was meant to be as she continually fought off groping hands.
At one point in the evening, Tif sidled up next to her and whispered into her ear, "Pleasing me means you also please my friends. Loosen up, Tiffany. It won't hurt you to let my friends get just a little feel of those magnificent knockers."
She was shocked by his comments and quickly realized what she would have to do to receive his help. She didn't need a brick wall falling on her head to understand that he wanted her to prostitute herself for her inheritance. Mr. Tifton was no less a snake than Neil Farris.
The only difference between them was that it was obvious that Tif had the money to make good on his promise. She didn't care where it came from; she only cared that she got her fifty thousand on her twenty-first birthday.
Tiffany roamed the deck, the sea breeze floating through her hair, and allowed the occasional wandering hand to light upon her body. While she didn't encourage anything, she no longer resisted it either.
Then she noticed that the gathering had thinned. The other two women were gone, and so were several of the men. Tiffany knew instantly what they were doing and wondered if it was her turn next. And if it was, how far she was willing to go to get her money. She didn't have to wait very long to find out.
Tif moved up next to her. "It's late," he said, taking her by the arm. "And I think it's time for bed." He steered her into the bowels of the yacht, two men following closely behind.
"I want you to know one thing," Tiffany began, staring Tif straight in the eye. "I'm only doing this to get my inheritance. Guarantee that, and I'll do what you want."
They stopped in front of a cabin door. "You have my word on it," Tif said flatly, opening the door. "Come along, gentlemen," he said to his companions, "it's party time!"
Tiffany was totally unprepared for three men at once. She had never been involved in group sex before, and was a bit nervous.
"God! I can't wait to get at those tits!" one guy said as he started to peel off his clothes.
"Tits, hell! Get a load of that ass!" the other guy commented as he, too, began to undress.
"Don't be shy," Tif said, "take your clothes off, dear, and show my friends a good time."
Tiffany turned her back to the two stripping men as she began to unbutton her blouse. She didn't have any idea of what to expect with three men about to have her body. She wondered if being so inexperienced would have any affect on Tif's promise. Instead of being frightened of the unknown, she was now afraid she wouldn't perform well enough to fully please her potential benefactor.
As she wiggled out of her pantyhose, the last remaining clothes on her body, she could hear long, breathy sighs behind her.
"Oh, baby, what I'm gonna do to that ass!" came an excited voice right before a pair of eager hands grabbed a healthy handful of her naked globes.
Tiffany straightened and yelped. She turned around to face him.
The men were stark naked and she was faced with the reality of three cocks. She felt almost sorry for Tif when she spied his tiny pecker embedded in a tuft of gray hair. All she could see was his cockhead as it stuck straight out from his crotch. She assumed it would be longer once it was erect, but with such a little beginning, she didn't hold much hope for anything massive.
The other two guys certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. The one was jiggling his dick to get it excited and get his knob poking out of his circular foreskin, his length flopping and promising further development.
The other was already well on the way to full erection, his shaft thickening by the second, his knob swelling, his length telescoping for her pussy. He was an extremely hairy man, while his buddy's body was nearly hairless.
Tiffany backed onto the bed and centered herself. She slowly parted her legs, but not so far as to reveal the treasures of her crotch. She didn't really know what to do, so brought her hands up to her tits to fondle her nipples as she waited. She watched three, blood-engorged, fully erect dicks approach her body.
"All right, Tim, where ya goin' first?" the hairy man asked.
"Hold up, Frank," Tif said, "you guys do what you want, but leave her mouth to me."
Tif climbed on the bed and straddled Tiffany's head. His stubby cock pointed at her mouth, and she couldn't see beyond his rotund body. His flabby ass rested on her chest, and she could only feel the other two guys moving between her legs.
Tif stroked his erection and Tiffany parted her lips. Her legs twitched as strong hands massaged their way from her calves to her thighs and finally into her crotch. Her pussy jumped as fingers played in the soft fur covering the warming lips to her suddenly yearning snatch.
Her cunt ached to have a hard cock thrusting deep into her liquid center as her head raised to get closer to Tif's waiting erection. He held his dick still as her mouth closed over his silky knob. She sucked his cock in, knowing it would be easy to devour his entirety.
The guys forced her legs wider, their fingers clawing deeper into her wetting valley. Her butt squirmed on the bed as her pussy burned for action.
"Move your fucking ass!" one of the guys said. "I can't get at her tits!"
Tif inched his butt forward, sinking his cock fully between Tiffany's moist lips, his pubic hairs surrounding her nose. Even with his full length shoved into her mouth, his knob barely reached into her throat. Giving him a blow job was going to be a snap.
Her head lowered back to the pillow as Tif leaned over her face, his ass off her tits, his cock sticking straight down from his crotch.
Rough hands were instantly on her breasts, squeezing, massaging, tweaking her nipples. Fire erupted beneath his exploring fingers, flames spreading throughout her chest as the guy fondled her rolling mounds of tender flesh. But it wasn't unpleasant, his harsh treatment stimulating.
But the real excitement was pounding in her crotch. Strong fingers had separated the petals of her pussy, and hot breath signaled the imminent sensation of a stroking tongue. Her clit stood at attention, her hips froze, and her cunt awaited the first cool kiss from the guy stretched out between her thighs.
She gasped around Tif's pumping rod when a hot tongue made contact with the delicate flesh of her open snatch. He tickled her cunt with amazing speed, his tongue flicking in and out of his mouth. The brushing strokes of his warm, wet muscle forced her hips to pump.
With her pussy spread and her hole yearning to be stuffed, the guy raised up and clamped his lips around her pounding clit. She raised her hips to send her tiny erection fully into his mouth. She could feel his tongue stroke and his lips tighten. Then he started to suck.
Without even thinking, she sucked on Tif's cock with the same rhythm used on her hot, burning clit. Her head bobbed and her hips jerked and her tits flamed upon her chest. Having three men at once produced pleasures beyond anything she could have imagined.
As one mouth moved in to bathe her breasts in drooling saliva, the other lifted off her throbbing clit to reposition around her wanting hole. She spread her legs as far as she could as she felt his lips circle her entrance. She couldn't think of anything else as he began to tongue-fuck her cunt's mushy opening.
Stabbing into her pussy, the guy flicked inside her hot twat. Her crotch jiggled and gyrated as his tantalizing tongue skipped between the walls of her rapidly heating interior. She squeezed hard, but she couldn't hold him inside her, his tongue slipping back to her entrance to begin a slow fucking of her needy cooze.
She was just starting to relax into the heady euphoria of a slow and gentle tongue-fuck when teeth worried one of her tits. She groaned around Tif's boner and tried to get her hands up to her breast.
"Sorry," came an apologetic voice. "Here, work on this."
Her hand was raised into a sweaty crotch. Her fingers molded around a set of hanging balls and she squeezed. Then Tiffany released his nuts and moved up to grab his cock.
"Oh, yeah, yeah," the guy enthused.
"Shut up, Tim. You're breakin' my concentration," Frank said into her pussy. "Why don't ya go beat off in a corner like ya usually do."
"Fuck you! That only happened once. Stop hoggin' her cunt and let me in."
Tim yanked his cock out of Tiffany's grip and crawled between her legs. Both guys pawed at her pussy, neither willing to give the other an advantage. Her cunt smoldered beneath them, ready to be fucked, waiting for them to decide which dick was going to enter her.
Tif kept fucking her mouth, ignoring his sparring companions, his dick twitching between her lips. While her pussy was petted by grabbing fingers, Tif started to groan above her.
He picked up the pace of his stroking cock, his nuts wobbling against her chin. With a strained "Oh, God!" he dumped his load. His little dick sent out a thick stream of pearly cum, each blast erupting against the back of her mouth. She swallowed his cream, sucking on his slender hose to help extract all of his spewing spunk.
Of the three men on top of her, she wanted to please Tif the most. She pasted her tongue against his shaft and gently rubbed. She sucked, she swallowed, then closed off her throat to keep the last of his load trapped within her mouth. He stroked between her lips, against her tongue, and moaned contentedly.
When his climax came to an end, Tiffany bathed his throbbing head in his own juices. His hips jerked and his cock retreated, but she clamped down tightly to keep his knob locked in her mouth. Her tongue licked across his pisshole, and Tif forced his dick away from her teasing tongue.
He climbed off the bed, and Tiffany could finally see the two guys playing with her pussy. She raised up onto her elbows to watch them batting each other's hand away. They both wanted her cooze and were about to fight over her wanting box.
"Stop farting around! Flip a coin or something, but one of you needs to fuck my pussy."
"All right, you guys, you had your chance. Let's go," Tif said, putting on his clothes.
"No fucking way!" Frank bellowed. "My dick's dripping and ready for her cunt."
"Oh, yeah? Well, so's mine," Tim stated, sprawling out on the bed to display his rock-hard erection. He grabbed his stiff prick and flopped it around as if it were some sort of lethal weapon.
"Get dressed and get out," Tif said emphatically.
"You can't do this. It ain't fair!" Frank protested. "You said we'd have a good time if we came to your fucking party. And that's just what I'm gonna have!"
"You still can," Tif said calmly in spite of Frank's elevated tirade. "Just not here. Go find one of the other ladies. I'm sure one of them can satisfy you."
"Man! This sucks the big one!" Frank complained, slipping off the bed.
"We'll get ya for this," Tim said to Tif. "Just wait. We'll get ya!"
The two guys scooped up their clothes and stormed out of the room.
Tiffany was dismayed. She lay on the bed, fire burning in her pussy, her lust unsatisfied. And since Tif was climbing back into his clothes, it was pretty obvious that she was going to go without.
"Did I please you?" she asked.
"You did just fine."
"But those other guys-"
"Forget about them. I'm the only guy around here that counts. You'll get your money on your birthday. Now get some rest. We won't be docking until the morning."
He left the cabin, closing the door behind him, and Tiffany dropped back onto the bed. She was both elated and depressed. She was elated that she was going to get her inheritance, but she was depressed about being left with her pussy pounding. She had never had her cunt teased that way, and she didn't like it. She rolled over and tried to go to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The room was only dimly lit, the sea gently rocking the yacht, but Tiffany found it impossible to sleep. Her body was too aroused, her pussy left in too much need to even think about slumber. She tossed and turned, but it was no use.
She was wide awake when she heard the cabin door open. Expecting it to be Tif, she raised up with a smile on her face, wanting to be pleasant for the man who was going to get her her inheritance. But it wasn't Tif.
"What do you want?" she asked, her smile turning to a scowl. It was Frank. He was still naked, but no longer had an erection, a duffel bag clutched in one hand.
"I want you, sweet cheeks," he said, racing to the side of the bed, dropping the bag and grabbing her wrists. His hairy body leaned over her as he gazed into her eyes.
She struggled in his iron grip, and even thought about screaming. She reconsidered. After all, Tif had brought him to her earlier, and her pussy was certainly in need of a good, strong cock.
"Don't fight it, baby. You want me. It's written all over your face. You want me to fuck you in the worst way!"
"Don't be ridiculous," she said in spite of her growing passion. She did want to fuck him, but she didn't want him to know how desperately she wanted his thick cock stroking into her yearning snatch. "Get off me, you hairy oaf!"
"Yeah, baby, that's nice. I like a woman with a little fight."
Holding both of her wrists with one hand, his other latched onto her chin to capture her face. He held her head steady and kissed her hotly, his tongue skillfully prying between her lips. His fingers sank into her cheeks to keep her mouth from retreating, his hold powerful. His tongue probed inside her.
Releasing her chin, his hand slid down the valley of her tits and shot between her legs. He pulled up on her snatch, his fingers pushing their way between the hairy lips of her moist cooze. She squealed at the delicious pressure of his demanding hand.
Tiffany didn't protest the manipulation of her pussy. She did want him, or any hard prick for that matter. Her cunt craved cock, and since Frank was there, Frank was the one. But she didn't want to appear to be too much of a slut, so began to struggle within his grip once more.
However, she fought with much less vigor than before.
As soon as she began to squirm again, his hand evacuated her crotch. He slid back to kneel next to the bed, his hand fumbling for the duffel bag on the floor while the other held her wrists together. She was pretty sure she could have freed her hands, but she was willing to play his game and feed his ego for the moment.
Frank produced several ropes from the bag, and Tiffany's eyes widened. She couldn't decide how far to let this little game go. She fully intended to fuck him, but she wasn't sure she wanted to be lashed to the bed.
Tiffany was amazed at how quickly he had one wrist secured to the headboard, as though he had had years of experience at binding his women. She resisted a little, but allowed both hands to be fastened above her head. Her pussy thumped with excitement, and her tits raised up high on her chest with her arms stretched above her.
Frank climbed off the bed and grabbed her ankle. Now, Tiffany protested. She enjoyed playing along.
"Please, don't tie down my legs!" Tiffany begged.
"Shut up. I don't want ya kickin'. "
Tiffany's arms and legs were stretched out in a giant "X." Frank sat next to her, his eyes studying her naked breasts and her open snatch.
She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, so totally helpless. She suddenly wanted to cover herself up, to hide her body from his lustful stare. But she realized she only wanted to conceal her nakedness because she couldn't.
Frank's cock had yet to rise up in his crotch. His dick hung down between his legs in snowy magnificence, his shaft appearing whiter than white in the midst of all his swirling black hair. Standing next to the bed, he played with his cock as though showing off his lengthy endowment with egotistical pride.
He joined her on the bed. He knelt between her outstretched legs, his back straight, his chest swelled, his body rising out of her crotch like some conquering hero. He smiled down on her vulnerability, his eyes relishing the fact that he could do anything and everything he wanted without her interference.
Tiffany's emotions soared beyond desire. Just watching his hands fight their way through his curly hairs as he continued to manipulate his majestic cock sent chills of lust racing through her body. The more he massaged his slowly growing meat, the more she wanted his cock thrusting into her pussy.
His teasing made her open cunt burn with need. She twisted and turned her hips in runaway desire. She put her pussy on display in the hopes it would encourage him to enter her faster. She wanted to touch him, to feel his warm flesh, to smell the aromas of a man in lust. Her arms tried to raise to get at his cock, but they made little progress. She could only move her hips, and they pumped in readiness.
Tiffany couldn't imagine what he was waiting for. But maybe that was part of the game. Her need for his cock couldn't get any stronger, if that was his objective. Bound to the bed, she was his to fuck however he saw fit, and there was no way she could stop him.
She suddenly realized that she would have absolutely no control over the action. She couldn't help him or hinder him, her body his to manipulate. A sense of freedom washed over her. Even though she was securely strapped to the bed, she was free. She was free to lie back and enjoy his fuck. She was free of any responsibility for his satisfaction. She was free to discover the rewards of her first excursion into the realm of bondage. She was ready.
Frank's teasing finally ended when he placed his mouth between her breasts and found the delicate spot that few men knew. He began to lick. His mouth ran up and over her twin mounds with excruciating lightness. He skimmed her flesh with moist lips that tickled her tits. Wet circles skirted her nipples and brought them to erection without his tongue ever touching them. Her back arched to press her supple mounds more firmly against his face, to position her hard nubs for his feathery tongue.
But rather than give her what she wanted, Frank traced his delicious wetness down her cleavage and onto the plane of her stomach. Her muscles undulated beneath the rapture of his kisses, his tongue darting in and out of her navel to increase the already itching passion in her pussy.
He edged down between her thighs, avoiding any contact with her cunt. Every spot he touched with his tongue swelled in hot response. Tiffany writhed around his licking, his tasting, his lapping of her heating flesh. The need in her yawning twat grew fierce.
Frank straightened up between her legs to let her gaze upon his flushed dick. She raised her head so she wouldn't miss one tantalizing moment of his handsome cock's entrance into her wanting snatch.
Denial strengthened her cravings and forced her hands into fists. She desperately wanted to reach his cock, get at his hot flesh, take his firm erection into her hands and fondle its majesty. Her bindings became a source of frustration as he teased her cooze yet again.
He rubbed the palm of his hand across his bulbous cockhead, his shaft held upright, his girth squeezed into redness.
His hand then curled around the base of his hard and throbbing prick. He waved it wildly in the air. His black-haired balls wobbled beneath his swaying erection. Then he lowered his crotch to thump her thigh with his steely poker. He moved closer and closer to her waiting snatch. Reaching her crotch, he pounded her pussy with his iron rod.
Quivering excitement raced up her torso with each stimulating slam of his slapping meat. He continued with increasing force until his dick's slit began to seep its clear, glistening liquids. Her insides jiggled beneath the wonders of his hammering cock.
Frank ravished her gash with his flaming hard-on to show the complete dominance he held over her body. Her flesh shivered and flushed in heaving surges of orgasmic ecstasy as his cock teased her into madness. She was drunk with lust, wild with desire, and could wait for his dick no longer.
"Fuck me! Fuck my pussy, you bastard!" Tiffany cried out in total frustration.
"That's what I wanted, sweet cheeks. Beg me, baby. Beg for my cock."
"Please! I can't stand it! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"
"But I ain't ready, baby."
Frank crawled up her body, his hairy ass tickling over her tits, to place his pounding prick within inches of her mouth. His legs straddled her shoulders to restrict her movement even further. Tiffany experienced a new high with his lovely, erect cock poised so potently above her open and drooling mouth. She raised her head, came closer to his glowing knob, but his throbbing dick eluded her grasp.
He pushed down on the end of his prick with one hand, the other going to the headboard to angle his body above her. His hot, thick cockhead pressed between her lips. She eagerly sucked to draw his shaft further into her moist mouth.
He let her taste the full length of his erection, stroking gently over her curved tongue. But each time she felt the swamping pleasure of a steady rhythm, he'd pull out and rub his wet length against her cheek. She watched his sparkling knob roll around her flesh as she desperately tried to recapture his slippery stick.
Satisfaction filled her body each time he returned his velvet rod to her clasping mouth, erasing the delicious agony of its momentary departure. Her tongue swamped his meat and tried to probe inside his tiny opening. She spread his leaking fluids over the smooth plane of his cockhead, and savored the flavorful joy of his sticky lubrication.
Frank suddenly fed his erection to her eager lips with surprising gusto. He filled her mouth with the full force of his driving dick, slipping across her tongue to slam his knob against her throat. Her hunger for his cock was so intense, her zeal so great, that she sucked his thrusting length as if she wanted him to cum. And that wasn't what she wanted at all. She wanted him to cream her box, not her throat.
And Frank seemed to be working toward climax as well. He drove his dick into her throat with remarkable speed, his dickhead lunging, his shaft gliding swiftly between her gripping lips. His hips pounded his prick into her face as he reached behind him to finger her wet cunt. Doubly stimulated, Tiffany nearly fainted from the amount of ecstasy flowing through her body.
Frank slipped out of her mouth and her pussy at the same time. The sudden abandonment was quite a shock. But she wasn't abandoned for long.
He quickly slid down her body to place his face in her smoldering crotch. His tongue raked up and down her open gash several times before penetrating her steamy hole. He thrust inside her and rapidly stroked through her tightened entrance.
While his tongue was wonderfully stimulating, Tiffany wanted his cock. All his foreplay was extremely arousing, but she was already aroused enough for ten people and needed the real thing. She feverishly pumped her hips against his face and tried to make it obvious that her pussy wanted to be fucked.
"Give me your cock! Fuck me, Frank!" she finally blurted.
Frank repositioned with lightning speed, his dick slamming into her cunt like a man on the brink of climax, a man afraid of dumping his load without the pleasure of fucking his way to orgasm. He plowed up her pussy as far as possible with her legs out flat.
Tiffany raised her knees as much as her bindings would allow, but that didn't bring his searing shaft any further into her depths. She clenched her ass to raise her hips and he slipped in a little more of his fevered length.
Accepting the disappointing fact that her twat wasn't going to receive the entirety of his cock, she settled into the rhythm of his short, rapid strokes. She quickly realized that he didn't have to get fully inside her cunt to start her orgasm. His cockhead sufficiently scraped the moist walls of her box to mount her climb to climax.
Her snatch molded snugly around his driving rod, his girth a pleasant stretch for her gripping hole. His knob beat itself against the back of her box, but didn't push deeper into her body. The sweet jarring of her blocking wall was enough to satisfy her orgasm's needs. She missed the slapping of his balls against her ass, but that was all she missed. Everything else was sheer excitement.
Her body bounced beneath the power of his lunging thrusts, her arms and legs flailing to tighten her bindings. The reminder of her bondage heightened her pleasure.
Frank grunted and groaned as his shaft swiftly sped between the hugging walls of her snatch. He was fucking this woman, this woman who was all sex, and never once thought of making love to her sumptuous body. She was tied down for his dick, and he was anxious to cream her cunt. He banged into her box feverishly. His cock was all important; getting his rocks off all that mattered.
The speed of his fuck made it quite clear to Tiffany that he wasn't interested in her enjoyment. His hands remained on the bed to help power his dick into her cunt, his hips racing madly, his cock thrusting in an anxious need to cum. She loved it, and knew she would climax no matter how he fucked her. His furious claiming of her slippery slit only made her want more of his savage pounding, her orgasm building rapidly inside her.
Since Frank wasn't interested in any other part of her body, her hands struggled to get at her tits. Her breasts flopped and jiggled with the power of his plunges and screamed for attention. Her mounds ached and throbbed as they jostled about, her nipples jutting and tingling more than ever before. Of course, she couldn't reach them, but that didn't stop her from trying.
Tiny explosions of greedy lust erupted in every cell of her stimulated skin. The bombardment of blasting ecstasy was almost more than she could handle. Being fucked without really fucking back, having her arms and legs removed from the action, was far more exciting than she thought possible. Being denied total participation elevated her pleasure and did wonderful things to her body.
Her orgasm came unannounced. Suddenly, without the usual warnings, her climax slammed into his invading dick with a shattering, convulsive power. Her stomach contracted with the fierce ejection of her fiery fluids. Fireworks shot off in her head. Her body erupted in a frenzy of excruciating pleasure. She grunted her excitement in tiny yelps of squealing joy.
Frank's cock floundered in her warm juices as he kept grinding his hips into hers. Tiffany wanted him to cum while her hot liquids still stimulated her cunt. She needed him to match the power of her blasting climax with one of his own. She slowly regained her composure as her orgasm quieted, gripped her pussy's hole around his driving dick, and tried to help suck him off. She worked her hips the best she could to ensure a big, splattering eruption from his thrusting tool.
Tiffany felt sure he was close to release. He had to be. His shaft felt swollen to the max and had to be filled with his thick cream. She squeezed her pussy around his gliding girth as tightly as she could, clasping his cock with walls that burned with her own sweet cum.
His cockhead no longer banged into the back of her box, his strokes shortened as though he only wanted to work his knob within the hot interior of her wanting cunt. The taut skin on his mighty rod lay locked in the tight grip of her hole, the strong muscle beneath it sliding back and forth within an unmoving sheath.
His deep groans told her he liked his quick jabs into her snatch and the grasping wonders of her muscular cunt. Without the freedom to really pound her hips against his plowing piston, she discovered the dynamic control she had within her pussy. She squeezed and relaxed around his ramming rod and quickly had her reward.
Frank's throbbing cock released a gushing spectacle of searing cream. His sturdy shaft gave up its load, blasting his spunk into the joyous fluids already swirling in her heated box. Her hips danced around his spewing length, her pussy elated at his gigantic load.
She kept working her cooze around his exploding cock to combined their sweet fluids. Frank pumped his girth as shot after shot of fiery jizz escaped his pounding rod. The action of her cunt produced an ocean of churning fire around his erupting organ.
They both panted their excitement, breathless and gratified. Her pussy burned and itched as his hairy chest lowered onto her tits. He lay down on top of her and matched her outstretched position, his velvet dick tucked neatly into her soaked slit. Gradually, his cock softened and slipped out of her juicy cunt.
Tiffany wanted to hold his flaccid flesh with the suppleness of her thighs, but that was impossible. She wanted to throw her arms around his heaving chest, but that too was impossible. She decided that bondage was an incredible turn-on during sex, but was frustrating when it was all over.
"Untie me," she whispered into his ear. She sucked his ear lobe into her mouth and batted it playfully with her tongue.
Frank raised up to gaze into her beautiful face. "I don't think so, sweet cheeks."
He angled his body above her, sending his hips more forcefully into her crotch. He wiggled his soft cock between her pussy's lips and her cunt clutched at his meat. Then he got off the bed, turned around, and headed for the door.
She watched his hairy ass move away from her, her tongue racing around her lips as she imagined the sweet taste of his butt. She could almost feel his thick hair as she pressed her face fully into his crack. Her eyes closed to savor the imagined sensations, then snapped wide. He was leaving, and she was still tied to the bed.
"Wait!" she called out. "Where are you going? You can't leave me here like this!"
He ignored her as he opened the door and stepped into the hall. Another figure quickly occupied the space. He stepped into the room, closed the door, and walked up to the foot of the bed. It was Tim.
Tiffany stared at his smooth, nearly hairless body, and wondered if she was up to another fuck. And it was pretty obvious from the size of his erection that that was what was on his mind.
"Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm! Aren't you somethin'! All stretched out and just awaitin' my dick," Tim said, his hand stroking his elongated cock.
"You don't need to do that yourself," Tiffany said, raising her head. "Untie me, and I'll play with it for you."
"No way, baby. I ain't takin' the chance of losin' my turn this time."
Tiffany's head dropped back to the pillow as Tim moved onto the bed. He slowly crawled between her legs, his eyes studying every inch of her exposed flesh. He stopped momentarily with his face just above her snatch, then kept moving up her body.
Staring down at her chest, he said, "Wow! What magnificent tits!"
He sat on her stomach, his hands reaching for her perfect mounds with the gentleness such splendor deserved. He caressed each one with trembling fingers, his cock bobbing in his crotch.
Tiffany watched him manipulate her breasts with unexpected tenderness. He fondled and massaged and took great care not to squeeze her melons too hard. Her breasts heated as well as her pussy, and she was ready to be fucked all over again.
Tim stretched out on top of her, his hands full, his mouth watering, her nipples rising like steeples to press into his roving palms. His mouth descended upon her succulent flesh. A firm nipple buried itself deeply between his lips, his tongue frolicking in ecstatic joy, his jaws wide, his mouth sucking more and more of her soft breast into his juicy cave.
His eyes closed as his fingers tried to force more and more of her supple tit flesh between his nibbling lips. He desperately wanted to consume her entire breast, but there was far too much tasty flesh for his mouth to handle.
He raised his head and bounced between her boobs. His mouth rakishly flew from one giant, pink circle to the other. His hands pressed her hot, spongy knockers against his cheeks, his face divinely trapped within the deep valley between her twin mountains of pliable muscle.
Tiffany rocked beneath the adoration heaped upon her heating mounds. He truly loved her tits, and she truly loved the way he gently massaged them and bathed them in warm kisses. Her pussy grew as hot as her melons, her legs wanting to close around the erection thumping against her wet bush.
Tim pulled his face away from her chest. "I wanna fuck your tits," he announced.
"You wanna do what?" Tiffany questioned. She just couldn't image why a guy would want to ram his dick between her breasts when her pussy was so ready for the taking. It wasn't like she could keep his cock out of her box with her feet secured.
"I'm gonna stroke my dick between those giant beauties, baby, 'til I cum."
His hands moved onto the bed as his cock escaped the heat of her nest to press against her stomach. His cockhead oozed out a glistening trail as he skimmed his dick across her sumptuous body. His crotch moved up, his balls stretched back beneath his butt to aim his drooling knob at the gap between her breasts.
He scooted forward until his length stretched along her cleavage. His hands grabbed her tits and forced them over his pulsing prick. His hard meat was captured by two, soft mounds which enveloped his thumping erection like billowy clouds. He sat there for a moment as though transfixed by the heavenly pleasure of her monster melons.
Then desire commanded his hips and he began an enthusiastic thrusting between her mounds. His hands molded her breasts more firmly around his cock, covering his shaft like a mock pussy. He slipped his hard-on back and forth between her beautiful breasts just like he would had his dick been crammed into her cunt. The hot fluids from his leaking dick oiled her track, his cockhead popping out of the top of her cleavage.
Tiffany stared at his shiny knob as it advanced and retreated. His nuts rubbed against her body as his butt worked to send his length gliding between her tits. Her lips parted and her tongue raced around her mouth, the nearness of his cock tastefully tempting.
"Untie my hands. Let me help you," she pleaded.
"Just raise your head and open your mouth. That's all the help I need, baby."
Tim inched forward, raising his ass off her chest to allow more of his throbbing length to escape the glorious confines of her tits. Eagerness lay claim to his cock, his insides boiling at the prospect of sending his knob into the dark, inviting interior of her mouth. He anxiously anticipated the feeling of fucking and being sucked at the very same time.
Tiffany's moistened lips met his drooling dick, and he gasped. A sudden rush of sublime sensitivity raced down his shaft and into his balls. His entire body shivered as her lips closed over his glistening head. He pushed forward to give her as much of his cock as he could without leaving the magnificent warmth of her tits.
Her teeth closed down upon his girth to hold it firmly within her mouth. She applied just enough pressure to stimulate his fire-tipped spear without inflicting pain. Chills raced through his crotch and puckered his asshole, his globes already tightly clenched from the heavenly stimulation attacking his body.
Her teeth moved. His tender knob rolled beneath the sharp pressure. Tim experienced such intense pleasure that he couldn't move. Deep, guttural grunts erupted around his euphoria.
But he couldn't hold still either. He had to fuck her tits or go insane. He gently pulled back on his hips, and she released his dick. His smoldering erection retreated into the heat of her valley. Then his ass picked up the pace and launched into a rapid drive to climax.
He popped his cockhead in and out of her open mouth, his shaft surrounded by her flesh, his balls rubbing beneath her tightly hugging breasts. He decided that fucking her tits was better than the best pussy he had ever had.
His obsession with her tits became boundless. He wanted to experience the glory of her mounds in every way possible. His mind raced with inventive ideas, new and improved ways to fuck between her huge and swamping knockers. But his climax was well on its way, so he just continued to thrust his length between her molded breasts, to plow his knob through her circled lips.
The wild and delirious thoughts scampering through his brain increased the speed of his approaching eruption. He wanted to endlessly rub his meat between her mountainous boobs, but his excited cock exploded his pounding climax after only a few brief minutes.
He shortened his strokes with the first blast of his cum to make sure he deposited his load in her welcoming mouth. She drank down his spunk, her lips locking around his spurting cockhead. She sucked hard, her powerful lips divinely exciting on his spewing prick.
Tim panted as his dick blasted into her glorious mouth, his shaft draining quickly. Her tongue flicked his knob as the last drops of his creamy load leapt from the end of his prick. His hips jerked madly, yet his blazing rod remained trapped between her tits, the fire burning deep in his shaft intensified by her smothering breasts.
Held by her fabulous knockers, his erection refused to die. Gasping for air, his shaft throbbed wildly against her chest. Even with all the ecstatic pleasure searing his crotch, he couldn't help rubbing her spongy flesh around his steely shank. The sensitivity playing over his skin brought breathy sighs out of his mouth.
His cockhead slipped below the crest of her tits as soon as she released it. He gritted his teeth against the heavenly sensations cavorting over his pulsing prick. But he couldn't stand the amount of pleasure clawing at his cock and released her mounds.
He sat back, her tits as red as his dick. They both stared at his still-firm erection.
"Does that thing ever get soft?" Tiffany asked.
Tim laughed and climbed off her body. "I guess it won't as long as it's near those tits! Wow. That was great!"
"Yes, it was. But will you untie me now?"
"You ain't gonna go crazy on me, are you?"
"If I was, I'd have been screaming long before now."
"Yeah. Right."
Tim untied her ankles, then her wrists. He stuffed the ropes into the duffel bag and headed for the door, his dick still stiff and rocking in his crotch. He left without a word.
Tiffany rolled onto her side, the taste of his cum sweet in her mouth. She knew sleep would now come easily.
CHAPTER TWELVE
When Tiffany awoke, they were back in the harbor. She jumped out of bed and raced into the shower. She hardly did more than rinse her body before drying off and going for her clothes. She was excited to get back to Ryan and tell him her good news.
She found Tif and a couple of others having breakfast when she appeared on deck. He smiled and waved her over. "Have something to eat, my dear."
"Oh, I can't. I'm in a hurry," she said, grabbing his hand and shaking it zealously. "Uh...nothing's changed since last night, has it?" she asked, holding his hand between both of hers.
"No, nothing has changed. In fact, Frank and Tim made it a point to tell me what a good time they had."
"They did? And everything's okay?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes, my dear, you'll get your money on your birthday." .
"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" she exclaimed, kissing his hand several times.
She grabbed a slice of toast and raced off the yacht. "Thank you," she called again, hitting the dock at a dead run. She flagged down a cab and it couldn't go fast enough to suit her.
She soon stood outside Ryan's door. She took a deep breath before knocking.
"Who is it?" came a groggy voice.
"It's me. Tiffany. Open the door. I got great news!"
The door opened a crack before widening far enough to let her in. She stormed into the room, taming to face her naked lover.
"What happened to you yesterday? I thought you were just going to get some clothes."
She rushed over and planted a big kiss on his lips. Her hands cradled his face. "Well, I was, but plans changed. I got a call from Freeda."
"Don't tell me," he said, removing her hands from his face. "You're now one of her escorts," he began, strolling over to the bed. "Freeda's going to make you fabulously wealthy and all you have to do is be seen with fat, old men with lots of money." He dropped onto the bed.
"No, not Freeda. Mr. Tifton," she explained, kneeling between his legs. "Mr. Tifton is going to give me my inheritance!"
"Did you fuck him for it?" Ryan asked, inching back on the bed.
"Well, not exactly. I gave him a blow job. Come on, Ryan, don't look so sour. Don't spoil it. Be happy for me. For us. We're going to be rich! I'm going to get my money!"
"That's right. Your money. That doesn't change my situation."
"It could. Ryan, I think I love you," she said, moving closer, her lips wanting to connect with his, her body anxious to crawl into bed beside him.
"Do you mean that? Do you really love me, Tiffany?"
"I think so. I've never felt this way before, so it must be love."
"Then get out of those clothes and into this bed. I had to sleep alone last night!"
Tiffany was instantly on her feet, her hands stripping her body. She watched Ryan stretch out in the bed, his hand working his cock into an erection. The moment she was naked, she crawled in next to him.
His hand moved over to rest on her hip. He gave her a peck on the cheek, then pulled at her hip, turning her so she lay on her stomach. Her hands flattened on the pillow as she nestled into the bed and spread her legs.
Ryan rolled onto her back, then rose up to sit on her butt. His fingers massaged her shoulders, working down her back until they met at her waist.
"If you love me, you'll let me do what I want, right? As long as it pleases us both."
"Yeah, I guess so. Why?"
"I want to fuck your ass. I'm in love with your butt, Tiffany. Please, let me."
Tiffany had never had a man's cock thrust into her ass before, and she wasn't sure what it would feel like. She did love Ryan, that wasn't the question. But she didn't understand why he'd want to hump her butt when she'd so willingly give him her cunt. Then, she hadn't understood Tim's request either, and it turned out okay.
"Anything you want, Ryan," she finally said.
"Oh, baby. You're gonna make me a very happy man!"
His balls slid down her ass, his soft cock trailing along her crack. She slowly rocked her hips as his warm equipment fell between her legs. His chest pressed against her back, his body covering hers like a blanket. His lips nibbled on her neck, then up to her ear. She liked his gentleness and hoped he'd remember that when he stuck his dick up her butt.
His hands kneaded the fleshy mounds of her bottom before parting her cheeks. His knees pressed against her thighs to spread them further apart. She opened for him, his fingers toying with her dry hole.
One finger worked the eye of her butt. It rolled over the tightened circle of muscle that had no means to moisten on its own. Ryan kissed his way down her back, over her supple globes, and into her crack. He dabbed moisture into her hole with his loving tongue.
Both hands then tugged on her buns, his fingers holding her butt's cleft open for his mouth. He sucked on her virgin valley, his tongue lubricating her with sweeping tenderness.
Tiffany accepted the attention lavished on her rear without question. She was convinced that Ryan loved her and wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Her love for him made her give him her backside, and she worked her ass against his probing tongue.
His mouth ran down her crack to the beginnings of her heated gash. She raised her butt up for him. Longing grew in her pussy, but that's not where his cock would be placed. She wondered if she would reach orgasm with his dick plowing up her ass.
When his face pulled away from her and his hands allowed her crack to close, Tiffany craned her neck to see what was happening. Ryan sat between her outstretched legs, playing with his cock, pumping and stroking his shaft into towering firmness. She thought better of offering to do that for him, allowing him to control the moment and do whatever pleased him.
Both of his hands massaged his growing length until pre-cum began to ooze out of the tiny hole in his cockhead. She lowered her face to the pillow and waited patiently for his dick to reach full erection.
She didn't have to wait long. His hands pushed on her thighs to widen the gap of her crack.
Tiffany raised her ass high into the air by drawing her knees up beneath her, assuming that was a better position for his entry.
His hand slid down her crevice until it reached the entrance to her tingling tunnel. Tiffany was anxious for his dick, and if her butt was what he wanted, then she craved his cock thrusting up her narrow tube.
His fingers held her cheeks apart as he raised his hard-on closer to its target. Tiffany wanted to see him, to watch his sturdy cock penetrate her sweet and tender bottom. She pushed the top of her head into the pillow and stared between her legs, but all she could see were his dangling nuts as his upraised shaft nestled into the valley of her ass. She sighed at the touch of his wet head against her puckered circle and let her face return to the pillow. A chill raced through her body, making her anxious for this new experience.
Ryan introduced his sleek and slippery helmet to her clenched muscle. He circled his knob to make sure her hole was slick with his dick's natural oils. Then he eased in slowly and gently.
The first of his sighs came when his cockhead slipped fully into her butt, when her anal ring closed around the groove that began his shaft. His hands rolled her mounds around his incoming dick to relax her muscles. His actions helped stretch her hole around his girth and helped mold her soft walls around his hot cock.
Tiffany held very still and let him penetrate her bottom at his own pace. She was quite amazed at how easily and painlessly her hole expanded around his slowly moving thickness. She remained relaxed as she accepted his cock, desire keeping her flesh loose for his smooth journey into the dark depths of her ass.
His cockhead pushed her walls aside as he made his steady climb into her hot interior. Her body clasped his length in clinging velvet, and the trip seemed to take forever. Tiffany was thankful that he didn't just lunge into her ass, but took his time with her virgin hole. He inched in, stopped, then fed her a little more of his pulsing prick. Each forward advance sent a thrilling jolt of pleasure through her body.
Once his dick was completely captured by her hugging tunnel, Tiffany did a little experimenting. She tightened around his shaft, squeezing his rod in a loving embrace. His hips circled his sturdy stake, and she loved the odd sensations stimulating her backside.
Then he started the extraction of his throbbing muscle down her expanded canal. He slipped back to her gripping entrance, stopped with his head divinely captured, and circled his hips once more. But from then on, there would be no stopping in his thrusting drive to climax.
He slowly shoved his cock back up her tunnel, then pulled his knob back to her sphincter. Then up again.
"Oh, baby. I knew this was going to be fantastic. What a tight ass!"
Tiffany chose not to respond as she started to work her hips against him. He stroked up and down her grasping channel, a long and loving glide forward and back. He took great care with her tender interior, wanting it to be as pleasurable for her as it was for him.
His speed increased with each stoke until he established a comfortable rhythm, a rapturous rocking rather than a pounding slam of flesh upon flesh. His hands worked her hips, pulling her mounds firmly into his hairy crotch, his pubes tickling her bottom.
Tiffany felt a burning and an itching in her pussy. Her cunt could feel his dick gliding through her ass, and the motion made her snatch long for his cock. But she wasn't disappointed. He did marvelous things with his dick, constantly changing the length of his strokes, circling and jerking, bouncing up and down and in and out, all to please her.
Emotions swirled inside her in a surge of consuming love. She adored the new feelings produced by Ryan's altering style, his dick doing fabulously new things to her desire. With so many wonderful sensations bombarding her body, she couldn't be sure if it was love or lust, but at the moment it didn't matter. She was lost in pleasure and could sort out her feelings later.
Ryan suddenly increased his speed to bounce their bodies together. His balls slapped into her pussy to further inflame her snatch. His drives into her ass were deep enough to fully bury his swollen girth inside her. And when her ass met his crotch, he pulled back out, only to drive in again. She set her hips in motion, grinding her rectum over his prick.
His steady pumping rocked her tits. Her nipples brushed against the sheets, her breasts blazing as brilliantly as the rest of her. Her entire body felt the pleasure of his tempered thrusts, the care taken on her ass a greater turn-on than any mad pounding of her flesh. She knew then that he loved her, too.
Her butt wiggled and jiggled, bathing his cock in heated flesh, her walls moist and yielding. While her mind floated in dreamy ecstasy, her ass bounded back to meet his sumptuous thrusts. Her lower half throbbed around Ryan's wonderful dick while her tits flopped in sensuous freedom.
She squeezed hard around his stroking cock. Her channel collapsed around his fat girth to provide his dick with an even tighter sleeve. He claimed her ass with greater zeal, stroking harder, plowing into her more firmly. The increased force behind his inward drives made her butt tingle with joy. Each ass-slapping thrust jerked a happy moan out of her open mouth. The new enthusiasm behind his grinding hips had to mean he was nearing his climax.
Tiffany did all she could to aid in the draining of his cock. She kept up the pressure, clamping her tunnel onto his driving shaft and tried to slide his skin along his hard and blood-filled muscle.
But she also had her pussy to think about. The raging fire deep in her interior needed to be satisfied. Somehow, she needed to get herself off.
She counted on one hand to hold her in position for Ryan's devastating dick, and sent the other to her crotch. Her fingers instantly entered her slit and searched for her craving hole. Her finger dove deeply into her snatch, probing and poking before thrusting in and out of her clasping circle. She finger-fucked her cunt as Ryan rammed his cock into her ass.
The faster she stroked her pussy, the more the walls of her ass tightened around his plowing girth. Finally, the firmness of her grip caused him to lose his rhythm and his speed varied. His hips gyrated against her fleshy bottom, and his dick couldn't take a straight and driving course. His knob banged from side to side, from top to bottom, his whole body caught up in his blazing desire for orgasm.
The change threw Tiffany off balance. She struggled to hold herself still, to keep her ass stationary beneath his rampaging prick. She refused to release her needy twat and relied on the strength in one arm to support her body.
Ryan's wild maneuvers suddenly brought his cock to erupting glory. Cum flew out into her gripping canal-hot, thick and stimulating. He jerked his hips in short strokes with just enough power to hurl each gob of spunk deeply into her body. Her channel quickly filled, her ass occupied by a spewing cock and swirling cum.
Long, gliding strides returned with his final drops. His dick plowed its way through the thickness of his cream, spreading it over her flesh and his. He painted her walls with loving strokes. His sturdy cock was once again a muscle of soothing passion.
With the amount of heat glowing inside her, and the rapid pace of her plunging finger, her pussy couldn't help but explode. Not long after Ryan's cock stopped blasting, her cunt started.
Hot honey poured over her stroking finger, and she gasped around the pleasure swamping her crotch. She stopped her finger in her hole, kept it plugged to keep the heat of her discharge inside her body. Flames burned brightly in both her erupting cunt and her very full ass. Ecstasy took on a new definition.
Tiffany was somewhat saddened by the softening of his erection, and she unwillingly let him extract his rod from her ass. She would have been a lot more willing had she known what he wanted to do.
He dropped his head between her legs and yanked her hand away from her cooze. His face instantly raised into her crotch, his tongue leaping into her cunt. His fingers parted the petals of her pussy to make sure he could reach far into her interior and extract every drop of her sweet, creamy nectars.
His lips spread into her twat as his tongue probed and scraped the delicate walls of her box. Tiffany panted and gasped around the delightful cleaning of her cunt, the temperature in her crotch soaring to nearly intolerable levels.
She couldn't move when his face finally pulled from her cunt. Exhausted, delighted beyond measure, her body seemed locked in this position forever. While her exterior might be immobile, her insides were a mass of quivering, jiggling madness. And Ryan wasn't helping to calm her one bit.
His hands gently massaged her globes, and his mouth made contact with her hot skin. She could almost hear his lips sizzle as he kissed her flushed cheeks. Then he moved up to the small of her back, his fingers in constant motion, her body in constant turmoil.
Then he lay down beside her.
Tiffany dropped flat onto the bed, gasping for breath. Sex with Ryan was always a surprise. No matter what he did, she was assured of the sweetest ecstasy.
She rolled onto her side to face him. She snuggled up next to him and pressed her body firmly against his. His hand raised to her chin and he kissed her tenderly.
"I think I love you, too," he whispered softly. "Want to do it again?"
She gazed into his handsome face, knowing she wanted his cock thrusting into her cunt, knowing equally that she wasn't up to it at the moment.
"Will you still love me if I say no."
"Of course!"
That didn't stop his hands from roaming over her body.
She wondered how long her feelings of love would last, if indeed that's what they were. She had never been in love before and wasn't sure exactly how it was supposed to feel. But she didn't have to think about that now. She felt comfortable, and that was worth something in itself.
She thought about Ryan and about how rich was she going to be. Both made her happy. Of course, his fingers diving into her pussy might have had something to do with that, too. She spread her legs and let him play.
