Chapter 4
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.