Ch. 08: The Angry One
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.
The characters in this story are exceptionally endowed. If this disturbs or offends you, this may not be the story for you.
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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.
