Chapter 8: The Angry One
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Rich grinned to himself, ascending the last few steps to the ground floor with a bounding, springing stride. He felt incredible. His heart was beating, his lungs hauling in deep breaths, his muscles pumping with pent-up energy. It seemed counter-intuitive, but the more he fucked, the more energetic he felt. Was it a mental thing, his brain rewarding him for fulfilling his biological imperative? Some sort of physical response to the pleasure? Was this only temporary, meaning he’d wake up feeling every bit of exertion in the morning? Was it long-term, meaning he could keep fucking and feeling this good all the time? He wasn’t usually the superstitious sort, but he found himself wondering if his Dad’s books on ‘tantric energy’ might have been onto something. Whatever it was, however long it would last, he was glad to have it. His hulking six-foot-four silhouette dominated the door frame as he emerged into the living room like a marble statue, expertly sculpted. Broad, powerful shoulders layered with heavy slabs of rock-hard muscle, a chiseled, handsome face, a foot-and-a-half pillar jutting proudly from his hips, still covered with a slick sheen of cum and pussy juice. He swiveled his head, taking in a deep breath and letting it out as a satisfied sigh as he surveyed his domain. Couch, TV, armchair, Diamond storming towards him… He blinked.
If he was a statue of marble, Diamond was lovingly carved of dark, warm mahogany. Her body was a study in contrasts, hard and soft, feminine and masculine, alluring and intimidating. She was statuesque, only two or three inches shorter than he, with a solid, strong frame and confident bearing. Her body was toned, even muscular from her rigorous exercise, and it showed. Her arms and legs were long and strong, clear lines of shadow tracing the contours of each muscle. She didn’t have a particularly slim waist, but her core was solid muscle, six-pack abs rippling as she moved. But despite the hard muscle and the raw power contained within, there was plenty of softness, too. Every inch her skin was smooth and soft, nearly blemish-free. Her chest was quite impressive, each swaying, bouncing breast almost the size of a volleyball, though they looked somewhat smaller on her more impressive frame. But unquestionably, her most alluring trait was her ass. Her hips flared out wide from her waist to support the jaw-dropping posterior, twin gleaming, glistening globes of perfectly round, softly-jiggling ass-flesh, a truly legendary ass, an epic ass. Her face perfectly married the concepts of softness and hardness, with high, regal cheekbones, smooth cheeks, push, plump lips, and chestnut-brown eyes that flashed with an intimidating anger. She wore little, a black tube-top that pushed her impressive tits together into an enchanting valley of cleavage, a pair of skin-tight shorts stretched over her wide hips, not quite able to fully contain the immensity of her rear. The straps of a black thong rode up over those wide hips as they swiveled with her steps, long, strong legs eating up distance as she marched forward, her features locked into an imperious glare of disapproval… Oh, right.
Distracted as he was, she barreled into him before he could react. She stepped in close before he could blink, eyes locked into his, and raised a hand, planting it on one granite pectoral. Planting her feet, she straightened her arm, the heel of her hand digging into the muscle as she pushed. He found himself surprised by her strength as she shoved him back until his shoulders hit the wall beside the basement door with surprising force, pinning him there with the hand on his chest. Sam wouldn’t have been able to simply shove him like that, even unprepared. Her eyes still glaring into his, a burning anger clear in her gaze, intense enough to make up for the three inches and 50 pounds of muscle he had on her. Her free hand planted itself on her hip as she kept him pinned there, and she spoke, her voice almost a growl. “You’re a real asshole, you know that, Dick?”
It took him a moment to process what was happening. As it fell into place, his brows furrowed with indignation and more than a touch of annoyance. “What the hell!? I haven’t done anything to you!” He replied, temper flaring to match her aggression. “And don’t call me Dick.” He added, a note of warning in his tone.
“Well, if the shoe fits, Dick.” She snapped back, quickly. “It’s not about me. It’s about what you’ve done to my friends.” She began, clearly gearing up for a longer speech. “You took advantage of a bunch of schoolgirl crushes and made yourself some kind of… freaky harem thing! Teenagers, my friends, even your own daughter! You didn’t even bother using protection! It doesn’t matter to you that it’s not exactly a safe time of the month. No, you just fucked them and came inside them, over and over, and over… I bet every one of them is knocked up with your little bastard kids by now.” She growled, her words sharp with anger. She prodded a finger pointedly into his chest. “I bet that’s a fucking thrill for you! I bet you think you’re some kinda big man, a real stud, huh? Well, you’re not. You’re just a perv getting a twisted thrill. You’re not gonna be the one carrying them around for nine months, getting fat just in time for graduation… And if you think you’re gonna get out of paying the medical bills, or helping with the kids? I’ll make sure you can’t do it again, right here, right now, you get me?” She added, almost snarling as she suddenly moved. Her hand went to the side as she stepped in closer, elbow hitting his chest forcefully as she braced her forearm across it, her knee suddenly rising. It slammed into the wall between his legs with a loud, illustrative thud as she glared at him.
She had more of a point that he was entirely comfortable admitting, but implying he’d try to get out of responsibility was a step too far in his book. “I never did anything without consent, and I would NEVER cut and run, not on my own children.” He growled in response. “If they need me, I’ll be there. Even if they never want to see me again, even if they won’t let me see the kids.” He added, simply, his tone softening somewhat, but his gaze remaining locked with hers.
Diamond studied his expression for a moment, eyes narrowed, and for an instant, he thought he could see some other emotion behind the anger. Suddenly her eyes widened in surprise and she looked down, eyes falling upon the eighteen-inch marble shaft that was now resting its fat, fist-sized crown against her rippling, mahogany abs, a little smear of mixed cum left where it touched. It gave a pulse, hot and weighty as it rested against her. Her gaze returned to meet his with renewed fire.
“Disgusting.” She growled. “You didn’t even wipe it off when you were done with Rosa. Fucking pervert. Walking around the house with your dick hanging out, like you’re a fucking stud. Just because you got a couple girls half your age into bed? This is one hell of a midlife crisis, Dick.” She shook her head. “You don’t just get to do whatever you want. There are rules. You don’t get a free pass to do whatever you want just because you’re big, or scary, or strong, or handsome, or hung.” She commented. He gasped as he suddenly felt her fingers make contact with his shaft, sliding over its surface with the slick coating of cum as they struggled to encircle even half its girth, squeezing tight to get a firm grip. It was almost hard enough to hurt. Almost.
“This fucking cock is not a get-out-of-jail free card.” she insisted, pulling it off her abs, but not letting it go, her hand sliding just a tiny bit up its length. Her eyes fell to get a proper look at it. “Fuck, just look at this nasty thing. No wonder you got some sort of complex about it. It’s all this ridiculous fucking cock’s fault. It’s just too fucking BIG.” She commented as her hand began to move up and down its length, slowly, its journey eased by the slick seed coating it. “It’s too fat to fit anywhere. It’s too long to use properly. And it’s always hard! How can you still be hard, you perverted fuck?” She demanded, giving it another almost-painful squeeze. Her tone was angry and disgusted, but her eyes stayed locked on the throbbing, meaty slab as her hand slid slowly up and down its length.
There was something else going on, hidden behind a mask of anger and disgust, and he took a chance. His hands snapped forward, suddenly, gripping her wide, flared hips, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of her mouth-watering ass where they could reach. Before she could react, he pivoted, rolling the two of them along the wall until their positions were reversed, her back striking the wall with a thump. She still kept him at a distance, her elbow wedged into his pecs, but he pressed his lower body forward, raising a knee until his thigh was planted between hers, pressed tight to her needy slit, making her suddenly bite back a gasp. “Maybe I am a pervert. But if I am, what does that make you? You agreed to come. You could have left and called the cops when you saw me and Sam making out, or when she pulled it out. You could have just walked away when I explained the rules.” He listed, tensing his thigh with each sentence, grinding a knot of muscle into her sex with each point. “But you didn’t, did you? You didn’t leave, or stop me, or object. You even joined in. You couldn’t stop yourself. Because you wanted it. Because you still want it, even if you can’t admit it. You want it even as you try to convince both of us otherwise.” He added, his fat cock giving a throb in her grip.
Her teeth sank into her lower lip once more, her eyes screwed shut, fighting the sensations rolling through her body, but she couldn’t contain a small whimper. Her hand as still moving, absently stroking the length of his fearsome endowment as his words rang in her ears. He was wrong, she told herself. She wasn’t getting turned on. She didn’t want him. She’d gotten over him. She loved Martin now. She wasn’t going to lose to him like this. Again and again, she told herself these things, forced herself to believe them, but his words echoed in her mind, ringing with truth she couldn’t quite force herself to deny. “Fuck…” She muttered, softly, the sentence faltering on her lips as his muscle ground into her needy core. Her eyes snapped open, blazing with anger. “Fuck you, Dick.” she growled, and, bracing on the wall, gave a powerful shove.
Rich was taken aback once again by her surprising strength. With only one foot braced, he was no match for the surprise attack, and stumbled backwards, trying to get his feet under him. Then the back of his knee hit something, and with no more room to get his footing, he fell hard. He landed heavily on the sofa, the springs giving a soft sound of complaint as he bounced slightly, settling into place with his his head by one arm, his ankles resting on the edge of the other, his limbs sprawled out to try to catch himself and his throbbing shaft jutting skyward. He growled with annoyance and tried to push himself up, elbow sinking into the padding, but he stalled when he saw Diamond looming over him, already standing in front of the couch.
She glared down at his prone form imperiously, her smoldering frustration obvious in her expression, her hands planted on her hips. There was a moment of tense silence as they looked each other in the eyes, and he wasn’t quite sure if he should try to brace himself against an elbow drop or not. “...You’re still an asshole.” She managed, reluctance in her voice. Her hands suddenly twisted, and her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her short-shorts. Her wide hips rolled side-to-side as she worked the tight material down over them, one side at a time. It almost would have looked like a strip tease if not for the cold stare of disdain on her face. The narrow straps of her black thong rode high on those generous hips even as the shorts slid down an inch at a time. He could only watch as those tiny shorts finally passed the widest curve of her hips, and she bent at the waist, stepping out of them and presenting him with a fantastic angle to stare down the deep valley of her cleavage. She caught his gaze as she straightened back up.
“Pervert.” she muttered, though the venom was gone from her tone, before suddenly pivoting and raising one leg. In one smooth motion she threw the leg out wide, swinging it over him, his eyes tracing the lines of muscle on the long, strong limb, before she suddenly brought her knee down, seemingly right toward his stomach. He flinched as it descended, only to find it settling just an inch or two to the side of his abs.The second knee joined the first, this one on the other side, and he was presented with an eye-popping view. The black fabric of her thong was eclipsed between the twin moons presented to his eager eyes, her gloriously thick, juicy ass bared before him, the smooth, soft skin entirely flawless. As she bent at the waist slightly, her ass was thrust to greater prominence, giving a soft jiggle as she shifted, her hands coming together to grip his cum-slick cock, starting to pumps slowly up and down its length. “...This is a one-time thing. And you can NOT cum inside me.” She emphasized, her tone still annoyed, but softer now.
He nodded, wordlessly, eyes still boggling at her rear. Sam had told him a story once, between fits of laughter, about this view. Apparently, she’d leaned up against a telephone pole, and when she came away, an errant nail had caught on her waistband. The pants tore, she stumbled, and the fall widened the tear further. When she hit the ground, her shorts had been around her knees, her face in the dirt, and before she’d managed to get up, there was a crash. Some unlucky driver had actually veered off the road into a parked car at the sight, meaning, to Sam’s interpretation, Diamond had an ass that could literally cause accidents. He had to admit, he understood the driver a bit better now. Her perfectly round, ebony cheeks were practically hypnotic, and he found himself reaching for them slowly, without even thinking about it.
The spell was broken when diamond seemed satisfied he was hard enough, and she shifted down his body, kneeling over his hips, bracing one hand on his ankle while the other kept a grip on the slick shaft. He watched her positioning herself above the shaft, hips wiggling as she readied herself for the main event, a glimpse of wetness on her inner thighs. Suddenly, a realization struck him and he cursed inwardly. He was sorely tempted to let her continue, but the potential fallout wasn’t worth it. “Wait! Stop!” He called, waving a hand to try to get her attention.
She paused, looking rather annoyed at the interruption of her concentration as she glanced back over her shoulder. “What, you got a problem with me, old man?” She grumbled.
He shook his head and sighed. “No, I just realize, I’m still covered in cum. If you put it in like this, it won’t matter if I cum inside you or not. I’m gonna have to shower and clean off before we can do anything.” He explained.
She frowned. “...Shit.” She cursed, turning back to face his feet. She looked down between her thighs to his cock for a long moment, chewing her lower lip as though making a decision, weighing her options.
There was an awkward moment of silence as she hovered there. “Well, I guess I should get started-” He began, as he tried to move, but she gripped his ankle tight. “Uh, I’m kinda gonna need that-” He started to joke, hoping to lighten the mood and get his foot back, when she cut him off.
“Shut up.” She instructed, seeming to make up her mind. She shifted, once more steering the fat helmeted head of his cock into position as her hips came down, her slit descending toward it slowly but steadily.
His eyes widened. “I’m telling you, if you put it in now, you’re going to end up-” He cautioned, but he was once again cut off.
“Shut up! I know what I’m doing.” She growled, offering no further explanation as her hips dropped, her hand leaving his ankle to take hold of her thong and tug the fabric strip aside. He could see her pussy clearly now, glistening with arousal. Well… if she wanted to risk it, he wasn’t going to fight all too hard, and relaxed somewhat, watching the events unfold. Suddenly she dropped her hips again, and he felt the tip of his member touch warm, soft flesh. His eyes widened when he realized she’d aimed his shaft back, and his member was now nosing against the ebony teen’s tight little o-ring, her smooth, glistening ass-cheeks actually pushed apart by the presence of his monolithic member.
Before he could muster any sort of response, she straightened up, bit her lip, and let herself sink onto the titanic shaft. For the second time today, he found himself hypnotized by the sight of a tight teen asshole stretching and straining to accommodate his girth. She struggled to stifle the sounds the sensations provoked, unable to contain strangled whimpers and groans of pain and lewd satisfaction. She clearly wasn’t as patient as his daughter, and more stubborn, to boot. She shivered slightly as her straining backdoor fought to reject the intrusion, the only thing easing his passage being the slick sheen of cum from his last encounter. It seemed impossible, the wide knob seemingly just too big for the tiny hole, but she wasn’t willing to give up so easily. She wouldn’t let herself lose to his cock. She gritted her teeth, eyes squeezed shut as she relaxed her thighs, letting her body fall onto the impaling shaft. With a sudden sensation, almost like a pop, the resistance eased, and her eyes shot open as his monster invaded a full six inches into her spasming asshole. A ragged moan of pain tempered by pleasure poured from her lips as she was stretched like never before. She could barely keep enough strength in her legs to keep herself from falling the rest of the way as she trembled atop his cock.
The sensations on his pulsing shaft were incredible. Her entrance gripped around his girth like a vice, so incredibly tight it felt like she might break it off with an errant twitch. Her depths were softer, hot and welcoming around his driving spear, despite the rhythmic spasms of her body straining to adapt to his size. The pleasure was intense despite her stillness, and the instinct to drive forward, to pound himself into her incredible ass to the hilt, was just as strong, but he held himself back, groaning through gritted teeth as her o-ring squeezed hard around him. He glanced up to her shivering form, muffled moans and whimpers escaping her lips as she tried to adapt. He hesitated. “Are… are you okay?” He asked after a moment.
Diamond didn’t look at him as she held herself perched atop his pillar of cock. “I’m fine.” She replied, her voice as level as possible through the sensations wracking her body.
“...Are you sure?” He probed, without thinking.
“I said I’m fine!” She snapped, then let loose a whimper as another inch of throbbing ivory cockmeat disappeared into her gripping asshole. “This- This is nothing. It takes a lot more than this to stop me… Dick.” She insisted, finishing off her statement with a little needling to show him who was in charge. She rolled her hips slightly, biting her lip as she did, just to prove she could.
Richard narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Her stubbornness was losing its appeal, and her attitude was beginning to grate on him. Perhaps it was time to show her just who she was dealing with. “Well, if that’s how it is…” He commented cooly, hands reaching out to grip her hips tightly, fingers eagerly sinking into pliable flesh. “Then why stop there?” He added, his lips curling into a wicked grin. Diamond’s eyes widened as she looked back over her shoulder. His expression told her all she needed to know, and she opened her mouth to stop him, but it was already too late. His mighty arms flexed, his body arched, and together, the opposing forces speared inch after inch of fist-thick, unyielding, unstoppable cock into her twitching, gripping depths. Diamond’s eyes were wide, and she writhed like she was electrocuted as he invaded her ass, failing and grabbing for anything nearby as intense pain and pleasure drew alternating moans and screams from her lips. He took her slowly inch by fat inch, but never stopped, drilling ever-deeper into her ass, stretching her wider, driving deeper than Martin ever had, ever COULD. Her body was never given the chance to adjust to the immense invader, her well-stretched back door screaming sensations of pain, pleasure, and fullness to her mind as she howled wordlessly, writhing and shaking helplessly before his onslaught.
There was a soft crush as her juicy rear flattened against Richard’s hips, his impossible length hilted inside her, hips pressed tight against her sculpted ass. Both let out a deep groan, their voices mingling in satisfaction, relief, and pleasure. Diamond sat on her friend’s father’s hips, the biggest cock she’d ever seen filling her gripping ass like nothing before. She could feel it throbbing deep inside, like a second heartbeat, twitching and jerking around, lodged deep in her tight hole. She was speechless with the sensation. For an instant, she felt like her balance was going, like she was tipping backward, but she swiftly realized he was guiding her back, laying her back down on his chest. Her body still twitched around his girth, her massive ebony orbs swaying with each deep breath, still barely restrained by her tube-top.
She could feel his warm, strong hands as they slid up her sides and her body, their arcing path tracing them over her abs before they went further north, up to her chest, to her swaying, wobbling mounds. His strong fingers sank into the tender, pliable flesh, through the stretched black fabric of her top. The sensitive orbs reacted to his commanding grasp, the pleasure provoking a soft moan as it countered the aching throb from her abused asshole. Suddenly, his fingers curled into fists, the fabric dragging over her sensitive nipples as he seized hold of her top. His chest rumbled against her back as he gave a growl, his powerful arms straining as the fabric gave way with a loud rip. Her heaving tits spilled free, ebony peaks hardening even further under the kiss of cool air as they wobbled and swayed with her movements.
Diamond’s elbow caught him in the ribs as he casually discarded her ruined top. “F-Fucker…” She cursed, both her voice and the blow lacking her usual fire, her body still struggling to adapt to the overwhelming pleasures of the titanic rod planted deep inside her tight, gripping ass. A follow-up strike died in favor of a wide-eyed moan as his hips suddenly bucked up from the couch, grinding his shaft into her tender tunnel. His ivory rod drilled into her welcoming depths, crushing her plentiful ass-flesh against his hips to get another inch of penetration. Her body reacted instantly, pleasure with only a touch of the pain she’d grown used to making her gasp and moan with surprise and lust. His hands returned to her volleyball-sized tits, his pale fingers a stark contrast to her mahogany flesh as they kneaded her orbs eagerly. His fingertips sought out her dark nipples with practiced ease, casually toying with the sensitive pleasure-buds. His chest rumbled against her back once more as he growled with lust, and he began to thrust in earnest.
Again and again he thrust his hips against her juicy ass, hips smacking loudly against the thick, jiggling ass-flesh as he bounced his hips off the couch springs to hammer his fat shaft deep into her twitching, well-stretched asshole. Diamond moaned freely as his pace quickened, each thrust of his thick, vein-marbled tube steak rocking her mind with overwhelming sensation. Her muscles twitched and spasmed as the intense sensations short-circuited her body. Tension built deep inside her as his fat rod invaded her ass over and over. With each stroke, the pain grew weaker, the pleasure sharper. The tension was becoming unbearable, the pleasure too much. She couldn’t contain it. All at once, something inside her gave way, and the knot of tension exploded like a grenade. A shockwave of white-hot pleasure rolled through her body, every muscle it touched locking up almost painfully. All thought was seared away as it struck her mind, and she heard herself mindlessly howling out every last gasp of air in her lungs in a deep, ragged cry that walked the edge between scream and moan.
It seemed to take an eternity for the inferno of pleasure to abate and her thoughts to reform, her body still trembling with the last gasps of the sudden orgasm, her mahogany skin gleaming with a soft sheen of sweat as she panted for breath. Below her, she could feel Rich’s rock-hard muscles, his body still as she came spectacularly from the brutal pounding of her juicy rear. She could still feel his immense shaft, an unyielding, iron-hard slab of cockmeat buried to the hilt inside her. She could still feel it deep inside, filling her, stretching her to accommodate its insane girth, still hard as ever.
Something inside her stirred at that sensation. Her competitive side roared back to the forefront of her mind. She couldn’t just let him one-up her like that. She had to get him back. She wouldn’t let him win so easily. She said nothing as she suddenly braced one hand on his chest and pushed herself upright on his hips, shivering as she felt his shaft shift slightly inside her. His fearsome rod was still buried to the hilt in her asshole, seated snug inside her, and when she moved, it shifted, until it was jutting straight up from his hips. Diamond began to shift slowly, planting one leg, then swinging the other around, keeping her body still until she got a solid foothold. Then, she twisted, and Rich let out a deep groan at the novel sensation, closing his eyes for a moment. when he opened them once more, diamond loomed over him, her hands braced on his mighty pecs as she straddled his hips, her heavy tits swaying beneath her as she leaned forward with a cocky, almost predatory grin.
“My turn.” She half-growled and half-purred, giving her hips a playful wiggle like a dog eager to chase down a ball. Suddenly, she lifted her hips, drawing a deep groan from Rich as her tight balloon knot gripped his girth, milking the length of his shaft hungrily. Before he could react she slammed them back down, hips smacking loudly against his as she hilted the brutish cock once again. She let out a moan of her own as she was filled once more, the pleasure coursing through her, but she didn’t let up. Her hips wiggled lewdly as they pressed against his, making her depths tighten and writhe around his length in new, incredible ways.
Again and again she rose and fell, her hips rolling on his cock faster and faster. Soon she was slamming her hips down on his, riding him at a furious gallop, her tight asshole devouring a foot of thick marble cock with each rhythmic crash of flesh on flesh, the sound filling the room. The ever-quickening beat blending with the moans and groans of their mutual lust. The vice-like grip of her ebony o-ring milked his length with each stroke, the fearsome shaft throbbing deep inside her as she rode him hard. Her heavy tits swayed with each movement, the hanging orbs wobbling and jiggling alluringly as she moved. Her breaths came out in ragged moans and panting breaths as his crown speared deep into her ass, then dragged over her walls with each movement, drawing shuddering waves of pleasure from her depths, her fingernails scratching over his pecs with each surge. Through it all, her eyes studied him, watching his expressions as he savored her ass, grin widening with each groan or gasp she drew from him.
Her aggressive riding certainly seemed to be getting results. He groaned and grunted, gritting his teeth. He could feel his pleasure building toward release, but he wasn’t just gonna take it. His hands lunged forward, and his powerful grip once more settled onto the natural flare of her hips, fingers sinking into dark flesh possessively. He growled, the rumbling rolling through Diamond’s fingertips, and bucked his hips up to meet hers as they fell. Her eyes widened in surprise and her head rolled back as a louder moan suddenly forced itself from her lips, pleasure crashing through her. But her surprise was short lived, and as her gaze once more fell to his, he saw a fire in her eyes, the predatory grin on her face returning as she let loose a growl of her own. As he began to thrust again, she slammed her hips down harder, redoubling her efforts. Her hips whipped down to meet his thrusts, bodies slamming together loudly, her ass quivering with the force of each impact. Couch springs squeaked in complaint as the two powerhouses fucked like animals, each meeting the other with equal fury, moans, groans, and lusty growls ringing out.
With each titanic impact, their cries grew louder and louder, soon filling the high-ceilinged living room and likely the rest of the house. Suddenly, the sounds crescendoed as one, their bodies slamming together one final time before they exploded in pleasure. His balls pulled tight to the base of his throbbing, wildly jerking shaft as her depths began to spasm around his immense girth. Her o-ring seized tight, almost threatening to tear his monster off as gallons of white-hot seed rushed through his body, boiling up from his potent seed-tanks. His fat cum-channel bulged with the sheer volume of creamy spunk, swelling with enough force to pry open the death grip of her entrance and surge through, up the length of his mighty rod. Their voices peaked with pleasure as it washed over then in unison, rolling through their nerves like wildfire as thick seed blasted from the flared tip of his titanic shaft and into her welcoming depths. Her upper body fell to his chest, her breasts flattening against his muscular pecs as pleasure stole her strength. Oceans of cum flooded her depths, pouring deep into her body with one might spurt after another, his mighty rod lurching with each volley. Their voices sank to a long, deep groan as the peak passed and they were left in the long, slowly-loosening grasp of pleasure, occasionally twitching and groaning a bit louder as his seemingly endless seed continued to flow into her depths.
Nearly a minute later, the two were panting heavily, bodies gleaming with sweat as they lay in a pile of tangled limbs, trying to catch their breath as they savored the afterglow of a truly epic climax. Diamond was the first to move, slowly pushing herself up to a kneeling position, Richard’s gargantuan shaft still lodged deep inside her. She bit her lip and braced herself as she slowly, slowly began to lift herself up, her gripping ring squeezing at each inch that passed, as though it wasn’t willing to let go just yet. With a few soft whimpers, she finally reached the head, and with a soft pop, she was off it. Her backdoor sealed shut in moments, only a tiny trickle of pearly cream escaping to cascade down her thigh, contrasting sharply with her mahogany flesh. She climbed down off the couch, stepping cautiously, and saying nothing. Rich caught a tiny wince before she turned her back to him, and turned her gaze to the floor.
Finding her goal, she bent down, treating him to a rather spectacular view of her jiggling, plump rear, a sight impressive enough to earn an appreciative pulse from his cock where it lay against his abs. When she straightened back up, her hand held her phone, and she held it out before her, staring intensely into the dark screen, her features hardening incrementally. Swiftly her thumbs went to work, swiping and tapping in an inscrutable pattern. She shifted, planting one hand on a wide hip, the other raising the phone to her ear, the faint sound of ringing audible even at this distance. As he watched, he could see her body language stiffen, her muscles tense, her shoulders squared, her foot tapping impatiently. He suddenly felt sorry for whoever was waiting on the other end of the line. There was a click, and she opened her mouth, then hesitated, shutting it, foot tapping faster, letting out an irritated huff.
There a soft beep, and she spoke immediately, her tone level, cold, and harsh. “Martin. This isn’t working for me. It’s over. We’re through. For good. Don’t bother begging or trying to win me back this time. You fucked it up, and I’m done with you. Accept it and hang up the phone, or I’ll have to drive the point home.” She warned, pausing for a moment to take a deep breath. When she spoke again, the cold harshness was replaced with burning anger. “Well, because you can’t fucking leave it alone, here’s all the reasons WHY I’m dumping your sorry ass. You’re jealous, possessive, and paranoid, but you still somehow managed to never be there for me when I need you. That alone would be plenty, but I’m just getting started. You’re obsessed with your fucking lacrosse, and it’s fucked up your priorities to the point that you care about a damn game more than your girlfriend. If that weren’t enough, you’re always an asshole to my friends when I’m with you and hitting on them when I’m not around, and your sorry ass is not worth giving them up. Twelve inches is worth a lot of shit, Martin, but you somehow managed to pull it off. Congratulations, I’ll be sure to let every girl in the school know what a colossal waste of fucking time you are.” She finished, her tone shifting to mock praise.
There was a moment of silence as she finished her rant but she didn’t pull the phone from her ear. Rich thought he might have heard a beep, but she didn’t move. He could see her stance relaxing slowly before she spoke again, her tone softer this time. “I… I’ve found somebody else, Martin. I won’t tell you who, you don’t know him. He’s always been there for me when I needed him. He’s always been good and kind and gentle, even when I didn’t appreciate him. All my friends love him. He’s the biggest, strongest guy I know, and I know he’d fight for me, even if I don’t deserve it. He’s… he’s really hot, too, and he knows how to treat a woman. He’s everything you aren’t and more.” She added, then paused. “And Martin? He’d bigger than you.” She added, giving a final twist of the knife before she finally pulled the phone from her ear and tapping the red symbol with a note of finality.
She let out a sigh, the tension in her body visibly relaxing, before she turned on her heel to face Rich once again. He was grinning broadly, lounging back on the couch casually, and opened his mouth before she swiftly cut him off, planting a hand on her hip and furrowing her brown. “Just so you know, Dick, that was a private phone call. If I found out you were eavesdropping on my private conversation, I would pretty much have to kick your pasty white ass black and blue.” She warned. Rich suppressed his grin to a smirk, and held up his hands in a gesture of innocence, shaking his head.
She suddenly bend down, scooping up the torn strip of fabric that was the remains of her black tube-top, holding it up with a look of displeasure as she stepped forward. “You know you’re buying a replacement for this, right? Maybe two. This was my favorite tube-top, after all, and they don’t exactly stock my size everywhere.” She informed him matter-of-factly as she stepped toward him, taking the fabric in both hands. She slipped to her knees beside the couch, saying nothing more, and with a quick motion, wrapped the scrap of material around the base of his marble shaft. Taking it in both hands, she worked the loop of material up and down its length, an inch or two at a time, twisting it around the shaft with each pump. Slowly the unconventional handjob moved up his length, from root to tip, carefully wiping the length clean as it passed. As she reached the crown, she took a little extra time to polish the flared, smooth tip with the soft, stretchy material. “God, how the fuck is this still hard…” she muttered, her tone somewhere between angry and impressed.
With the task complete, the mahogany-skinned amazon wasted no time. She tossed the cum-stained scrap aside and sprang onto the couch once more, practically pouncing Rich as she stood astride his hips, one hand braced on his pecs while the other took hold of his titanic fuckstick and aimed it straight up. Her long legs folded, and her hips dropped until the fist-sized head of his monstrous marble pillar just barely kissed the hot, dripping lips of her needy slit. She gave him a teasing grin, wagging her hips side to side as she steered the tip over her sensitive lips. As her petals parted, the tip slipped between them, and she bit her lip, her nails dragging on his chest, and let herself sink.
He groaned out as her warm, wet entrance spread to accommodate his thick helmet, stretching wide, then hesitating, before finally stretching wider still. Her ass had been incredible, but nothing quite compared to the pleasures of a tender pussy experiencing his girth for the first time. Stretched wider than ever before, her weight drove her pussy down until it finally engulfed the broad, gleaming head in its hungry embrace, the muscles of her channel rolling over the head as sensation overwhelmed them. She let out a moan of her own as she sank further and further, each inch of progress bringing new pleasures as he slowly filled her aching slit. Her pussy milked at his length with a mind of its own, chaotically gripping around his shaft. As she passed six inches, she was still for a moment, eyes squeezed shut, teeth sunk into her bottom lip, head tilted back as pleasure rolled through her, breasts heaving with her deep, sighing breaths. When her eyes opened once mores, she whipped her head forward to look into his eyes, a competitive flame burning within them. “Come on, Dick, fuck me like a man!” She challenged, rolling her hips, her pussy spasming wildly with the sudden shift.
He groaned again, unable to refuse such an appealing challenge. His hands slid over her hips, passing their familiar perch atop her hips to seize a double-handful of juicy ass-flesh, fingers sinking into the flesh, kneading her ample ass like dough. The angle made her back arch like a bow, and she gasped at the unexpected sensation. His arms stiffened, and he gave a rumbling growl in his chest as her forced her ass down as he bucked up to meet it. She cried out, overwhelmed by the sudden sensation of another six inches boring into her depths in an instant, brutally stretching her sensitive slit wider than ever before. A full foot of thick, veiny cock disappeared into her hungry pussy, the wide knob grinding over sensitive spots she didn’t even know she had, before striking a familiar obstruction deep inside her. He probed the firm, unyielding wall inside her with his crown, each grind making her twitch slightly with the sharp rush of sensation. He paused there, just under a third of his monstrous, meaty cock still outside her dripping slit, her juices running down his length in tiny, glistening rivulets. He looked up to meet her gaze, her face a mix of surprise and pleasure, eyes unfocused. When she realized he was looking, her lips curled into a cocky grin. “Is that all you got?” She demanded, the implication clear enough.
With a fearsome growl, he suddenly moved, rising from the couch, keeping his cock planted deep in Diamond’s juicy slit as he shifted. Diamond gave a gasp of surprise as he sent her sprawling to her back, her head coming to rest just short of the arm of the couch as he rolled with her, planting his knees. He seized her long, strong legs, one at a time, and braced them on his shoulders as he leaned forward, looming over her as he planted his hands on the arm of the couch just above her head. His muscular frame eclipsed the ceiling light, his powerful body hanging over her, like it was about to crush her. Her eyes widened as he gave her a wicked grin, and began to move.
Diamond gasped as he suddenly dragged his hips back, the angle making the flared crown of his titanic cock drag over every sensitive spot she had, all the way until the rim teased her entrance, leaving an aching emptiness in his wake. Then, with a mighty thrust, he drove back in once more, his muscles straining and he barreled into her depths like a freight train only to crash into her impenetrable barrier. She hissed with the jolt of pleasure and pain the rolled out from her deepest parts. He hesitated for an instant, just long enough for her to snap “Come on, harder, you fucker!” with a growl that turned to a moan and he repeated the motion, faster. It was like his brutal, beefy cock was flipping every switch in her pussy with each motion. Each deep, grinding thrust trained her pussy to accept him, reshaping her, erasing all traces of Martin’s foot-long in the process.
He fucked her like a machine, a pistoning, pounding engine of lust, slowly accelerating with each mighty, mechanical drive of his hips. He hammered deep into her again and again, driving his unrelenting iron rod against the unyielding wall deep within her. Soon he was brutally jackhammering against it, his hips almost a blur as he drove into it again and again. Each deep, driving stroke provoked a sharp burst of pain and pleasure, a tiny explosion that made her body flinch, her breath hitch. She was moaning and screaming wildly as he pounded her slit, each stroke making the sound stutter. Her pussy gripped and milked at his girth wildly as he pounded at the gates to depths no man had ever gone before.
He growled in frustration and yet another fearsome thrust came to an abrupt stop, his crown crushed against the unyielding wall. He wasn’t making any progress as far as he could tell, her defenses were simply too strong. He gave another stalled stroke and growled once more. He wasn’t going to be able to overpower her like this. That thought set off an idea that made his lips curl into a mischievous grin. He let his arms relax, lowering his head toward the moaning, screaming dark-skinned beauty beneath him, his hips still pounding rhythmically into her depths. His lips to her ear, he whispered a simple command. Almost immediately, she began to thrash and squirm violently, and he barely managed to get his head out of the way in time as she began to whip her head side to side, spewing curses and invectives through her moans and cries. “Never! AAH! Fuck yo-OOH! Pervert! Piece of- OOHHHH GOD! ASSHOLE!” she snarled furiously. Her body told a different story though, her hungry pussy suddenly gripping tight around his length, her thrashing conveniently grinding her hips up to meet his in time with his brutal thrusts. He simply grinned, relentlessly pounding his massive cock deep into her.
“You twisted - FUCK! I won’t -HA-AHH! You can’t -OHHHH!” She stammered, snarled, moaned and gasped as he pounded away without pause, his hips a blur as he drove deep into her gripping, sensitive slit. Giving up on forming real sentences, she opted for silence, gritting her teeth tight, hissing out angry huffs and the occasional groan as he struck the perfect spot deep inside her pussy. He expertly worked every inch of her slit, shifting the angle of his hips to seek out new pleasure buttons with each stroke, her own thrashings making it even easier. After a few tense moments, he saw her eyes roam down between her tits, drawn to the scene of his huge white cock pounding and pleasuring her ebony slit. He felt a tiny give as something inside her relaxed, her thrashing growing weaker.
She couldn’t take it any longer. She was on the edge. She could feel his throbbing meat at the very entrance to her deepest depths with each unstoppable stroke, she she could see his monster driving in and out, and the mind-boggling length that remained outside her. What would it feel like to have it all? To have it in her deepest depths? If it felt this good so far… she bit her lip, trying to fight off the urge, only for his ivory cock to slam into her once more, and shatter the last of her willpower. “Ohhh, fuck it, fucking BREED ME WITH YOUR BIG WHITE DIIIIICK!” she howled out the words , throwing her head back, her hips bucking up against his strokes eagerly. His iron-hard rod drove against her barrier one final time, her hips thrusting up at exactly the right moment as she surrendered to her lust, and it plowed through like a freight train. The final six inches disappeared into her as he stuffed his fat head into her womb, burying his immense cock to the hilt in her hungry, spasming slit. His thick, throbbing knob drove into her womb until it reached the very back, the velvet walls a sharp contrast to the iron grip strangling and milking his girth as he claimed every last inch of her.
With that, every facade fell away, and she moaned and groaned without reserve, reveling in the unimaginable pleasures as he began to ravage her fertile depths with deep, powerful strokes. Her moans soon turned to an endless babble of one lusty plea after another, begging him for more and praising his prowess, her voice rising to scream out her words as her pleasure surged over and over. “Ohh, FUCK, it feels so GOOD! I LOVE it! I love your COCK! Oh, it’s so BIG! So DEEP! Martin’s NOTHING compared to you! Ohh, FUCK, I’m gonna CUM! You’re gonna make me CUM SO HARD! Ohh, god, cum with me! Cum IN me! I want it DEEP in me! In my womb! Pump me FULL! DROWN my womb in your SEED! Ohh, fuck, KNOCK ME UP! I want it! I want YOUR baby! Fill me up, give me a baby, give me TWINS, TRIPLETS! Ohh GOD, fucking BREED ME GOOD!” She begged with desperate abandon, imploring him as she groped for his rock hard muscles, struggling to pull him closer as she felt her climax closing in.
His mind could scarcely believe what he was hearing, but his cock didn’t care if she was lying or not. He’d been holding back until he could get it all in, and the immense pleasure of plunging into her unprotected, fertile womb combined with this new stimulation was just too much to resist. He could hold back the flood no more, and he let out a deep, soulful groan as the pleasure grew beyond his control. He hammered his hips down and forward, grinding his hips against hers with his full weight, his balls tightening up against her ass as the root of his shaft ground into her clit. Seed welled up from his apple-sized balls and coursed up the length of his member in an unstoppable surge of white-hot cum. It blasted from his shaft like a cannon, striking deep in her womb, the heat and force of the first volley alone enough to make her moan. Again and again his shaft fired, swiftly flooding her fertile depths with thick, hot seed. He could feel her body beneath him and around him as it instantly reacted to the deluge, but he couldn’t stop it now, it blasted forth again and again and again, drowning her womb until it strained to contain it all.
Diamond didn’t realize what was happening until a moment after he planted himself to the hilt in her. The instant after the thought struck her, it was echoed by a sudden flood of unparallelled pleasure from deep inside her belly. The air was forced from her lungs in a lusty moan that mingled with Rich’s groan as she was struck by the biggest, deepest orgasm she’d ever experienced. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She was plunged into a sea of pleasure, the pleasure suffusing her entire body in an instant. It was so huge, so incredibly strong, it was almost terrifying, but its touch was gentle, a deep, resonating satisfaction that made her body sing out with pleasure, her muscles locked up and trembling as her mind was swept away, eyes wide, her mouth open, moan long-since died as she forgot to breathe. She could feel everything happening to her body with perfect clarity, each pulse of his perfect cock, every hot rush of seed pumping into her womb. The intensity rose and fell with each new surge of cum, her body out of control in the grasp of her mind-shattering pleasure. She could feel her abs bowing out as he pumped at least a gallon of potent seed into her, and all she could feel at that thought was satisfaction.
As the two were finally released from their prolonged climaxes, his arms gave out, and he fell forward, sagging until his head hung just above hers, still hilted in her cum-stuffed womb. Without even thinking about it, she craned her neck up and pressed her lips to his in a warm, grateful kiss. He blinked, surprised, but soon met her kiss with equal tenderness. Soon tongues danced as they leisurely savored each other and the soft, pleasant buzz of afterglow. When their lips finally parted, she spoke, her chestnut eyes looking deep into his as they lay together. “I’m sorry for being a bitch.” she offered, sounding ashamed of herself. “I really liked you for a long time, you know. You were always nice to me, and handsome, and all mature… But you never looked at me like that, even when I started getting curves. I tried all sorts of stupid tricks to try and get your attention. I even started dating Martin to… I dunno anymore, make you jealous, or show you I was dateable, I guess. When nothing worked, I tried to give you up, to devote myself to martin… I guess at some point, I tried to convince myself that if I couldn’t have you, you weren’t worth having. Sour grapes, you know? I don’t know, I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this…” she muttered, shaking her head and averting her gaze.
“Well, don’t stop there, it’s just starting to get good!” A female voice called out. The two whipped their heads around to find the source, only to see Anna and Sam leaning on the back of the couch at the other end, wide grins on their faces and cell phones out, aimed in their direction.
“That ‘I’m sorry for being a bitch’ line is about to be my new ringtone for you, this is golden.” Sam commented, grin widening even further.
Anna looked to Sam, putting on a fake british accent. “Really now? Personally, I’m rather partial to ‘Oh god, fucking breed me good’, myself.” She replied, then broke into giggles.
He glanced in the other direction, seeing Aiko and Rosa lingering over by the stairs, trying not the giggle out loud.
Before he even had time to blink, he was on his back again, and Diamond was in the middle of vaulting over the back of the couch, Anna and Sam already scrambling into a run, shrieking with laughter. He sat up just in time to see Diamond hot on the girl’s heels. He had to admit, it was pretty funny to see her running just a little bit bow-legged.
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