Chapter 5
Paula emerged from the bathroom with a towel draped around her spectacular figure. Angelo, her boyfriend, failed to pay her notice. She sashayed over to him, attempting to distract him from the sports page. "Hey," she whispered, "want to fool around?"
Angelo gave her the brush-off. His tone lacked warmth. "I'm not in the mood."
His answer stunned her. Angelo was usually ready whenever she displayed the least enthusiasm. His dismissal was interpreted in a negative light. She caressed his cheek, then hooked a finger under his jaw. "Hey," she murmured. "Don't I turn you on, baby?"
"Frankly, you aggravate the shit out of me."
"I don't understand."
His nostrils flared. "I can't think when you keep pawing me. Is it possible for you to conduct a conversation without running your hands up and down my body? You disrupt my concentration. It would be a lot healthier for the both of us if you developed some outside interests. Moping around here, doing nothing, has turned you into an emotional, whining idiot."
"Angelo," she exhaled, fighting back tears. "Why do you insist on being cruel?"
"Because you ask for it."
Paula could not bear his harsh treatment another second. She fled to their room and threw herself onto the bed. Burying her face in her arms, wracking sobs afflicted her. She believed her constant show of affection reinforced their relationship-not enlarged a rift. Previously, the physical attention she bestowed him was welcomed. Angelo thrived upon her feathery touch.
Though she did everything to please Angelo, the results went unappreciated. He lacked patience and exhibited a shorter fuse. His bursts of anger stemmed from the mildest irritation.
When he was his old self-the Angelo she adored-he was a kind, generous lover. The sheets burned from their passion. He was truly exceptional. If only she could see more of his appealing side.
The door opened several minutes later. Angelo tapped her shoulder. "Sorry, babe. I-I was out of line."
Paula did not dare look at him. She feared fresh tears would flow. "I suppose you're right. I'm too sensitive. My activities have been rather limited. You need your own space, without my regular interference. I shouldn't be breathing down your back."
He loosened the knot of her towel and bared her backside. "I was a bastard. I shouldn't have lashed out at you." His fingertips streamed over her silky flesh. "I've been working on a project that's not only consumed me, but made me peevish."
Cool air whisked across her naked flesh. Paula relinquished her bruised feelings in lieu of her mounting desire. He grazed her ass. His finger traveled along her crack. His manipulation delivered marvelous chills. Angelo operated the strings of emotions like a puppeteer. "I thought you weren't in the mood."
"Shhhhhhh," he whispered.
He drew imaginative circles on her buttocks. Often, he claimed she had the sweetest ass in existence. Fondling her rump became his habit. He stroked those luscious crescents as though committing them to memory.
Angelo's gentle kneading provoked the separation of her legs. Paula moaned from the heat he kindled between them, and wanted nothing more than to feel that hardest part of him exploring her depths.
From behind, she heard his zipper, followed by the rustle of his jeans. He yanked his shirt over his head, then flung it. When he lowered his chest to her back, she trembled. Its woolly texture was sheer torture. Angelo was a hairy beast. Mmmmm. His limbs were wonderfully rough.
"Yes," she whimpered, yielding to his sheltering body. He kissed the nape of her throat while spreading her thighs farther apart with his knees. His swollen cock pressed into her back. Mmmmmm. Her boyfriend had equine proportions. Her initial glimpse at that monstrosity raised her pulse. It gave her endless pleasure. "Yes, Angelo. Do whatever you want to me."
He brushed her shoulders with his lips. Sparks jolted through her flesh. Ohhhhhhhh. She savored that arousing voltage. His hand delved under her, then collected a pert breast. He tweaked her nipple, sending an electrical current through her body.
"Oh, God," she murmured, going wild.
At length, he lifted himself. Paula awaited more of his crackling touch. Instead, he transferred his weight to one side, causing the bed to sag. After stretching his lithe body, she heard the drawer to the nightstand open and involuntarily tensed.
"No, Angelo," she whispered.
"You told me I could do as I pleased."
"But-"
"Shhhhhhhhhh. Relax, babe. I'll be gentle."
She winced as he smeared her anus with the cold lubricant. It wasn't as though she disliked anal sex-she simply yearned for him to enter her pussy. The thrill of butt-fucking differed from the customary one. She preferred them laying face to face, where she could lovingly gaze upon him. Objecting to his wishes could conceivably result in an argument. Realizing that, Paula held her tongue
Angelo made the experience pleasant. He oiled her rectum in fanciful swirls. Alert to her anxiety, he dipped cautiously into her butt. He exercised care in lubricating her. No matter how deeply he explored, he couldn't possibly reach the point at which his cock would sink. Angelo's enormous member was another reason for her consternation; she screeched when absorbing him. He was, by far, the largest man she'd had.
"Go slowly," she fretted. "I can't handle it when you push without stopping."
He kneeled between her tremulous thighs.
"You're much too nervous, babe. I won't hurt you."
Angelo covered Paula's petite frame. He sensed her concern. "Come on, babe. I'll make it good."
His words fell short of reassurance. What effectively lent persuasion was his finger. He slid his hand under her pussy and sought that fleshy dot.
"Ohhhhhh," Paula sighed upon contact.
Angelo tenderly jiggled her. That sumptuous ass rose and fell beneath his weight. "Yeah. Let me warm you up. Yeah, babe. Loosen yourself for me."
Paula's juices trickled onto his palm. Purring, she squirmed against him. He not only encompassed her juicy folds, but that supple nest, too.
Angelo's dick pulsated in her elegant crack. He slid back and forth, greasing his shaft with the excess gel. He pressed himself into that slick groove, allowing her to perceive his furious beat.
"Think you can handle it now, babe?" he whispered. "Can I cram myself into those sweet buns?"
Paula merely purred. Writhing, she caressed his shaggy arms.
Angelo propped himself over those oiled cheeks. Given its angry shade, the knob of his cock looked ready to burst. He guided the domed tip to the flowery wrinkle and pressed. Leisurely, he divided her anus.
"God," she yelped, clawing her nails. She scratched the sheets.
Angelo froze. "Want me to stop?"
In a hoarse voice, Paula said, "Slower. Not so much at once."
He had inserted only his cockhead. The rest of him ached for enclosure. "Okay."
He focused his weight on that quivering hole and let gravity take him down. He caused her ass-hole to expand and accept his descending mass. His introduction proceeded slowly. Burying himself to the trunk was his ultimate goal. Ahhhhhhh. That pink ring crushed him. He wanted to shoot before he began fucking-it felt that incredible.
"Yeah, babe," he grunted, sliding home. "Oh, yeah. I want to fuck your beautiful ass."
"Angelo," she whimpered. "Ohhhhhhh."
Paula was winded by the time his balls settled on her posterior. If his finger hadn't stirred her through his agonizing-ingress, she would have deemed it intolerable. He smashed his furry crotch to her trembling portal. Ohhhhhh. There was so much of him! Clearly, he did not put himself where he belonged. Her pussy was far more accommodating.
Angelo's manual stimulation had not reached its conclusion. He continued to play with her clit. Perfumed seepage dripped from her snatch. The scent of cunt permeated the room.
The moment his fingers resumed activity, Paula moaned. She nearly forgot where his dick was buried. Angelo's noteworthy equipment prevented that occurrence. She was plugged to the hilt, her ass-hole lined with cock. Resigned to its intense pressure, she focused on his pleasure-giving twitch.
"Do you like the way that feels, babe?" he whispered.
She nodded.
He moved faster, causing her to shake. "Yeah. You love when I toy with that button. The physical elation runs through every vessel."
Paula undulated, aiming for his propped digit. The hard pebble revolved around his fingertip. "Yes. It does feel good. Ohhhhhhh."
Angelo pulled back, then speared through dark squish. Paula gave no sign of protest. Back and forth he went, driving his cock into that ass. He kept his finger active while pumping her. Down his shaft went, slicing those buns in two. Her warm rectum enclosed him. His balls gave her ass a little slap. Oh, yeah. That butt hole squeezed him. He bulged around its greasy crimp. Paula, employing pressure, induced him to groan.
"Yeah, babe," Angelo muttered, rolling her onto her side. They remained attached through the ordeal. Embedded in her ass-hole, the possibility of disconnection was nil. His finger continued its circular thrill. The towel damply clung to Paula's front. He yanked it off, baring her excited nipples. Using his other hand, he groped her tits.
"Ohhhhhh," Paula moaned. Tiny electric shocks jolted through her body. Angelo released the accumulation of sparks with a soft tweak. Her hips jerked from the numbing ampage.
He studied her faraway daze. Paula's closed eyes and opened mouth alluded to her pensive frame. Her inflamed nipples and wet pussy enlightened him to her feverish arousal. Those thick stubs protruded between his fanned fingers; he sent forth a charge when brushing them. Her resulting shiver verified his hunch. He pressed that engorged clit and listened to her sob. Hot juice spilled from those warm cunt lips.
"Angelo," she whispered, "please.. .finish." He swung his hips and nailed her backdoor.
Ahhhhhhhhh. His cock sank into that tense rectum. Her warm, scrubbed flesh strained him. He could tell she wanted him to cum, hence achieving his fulfillment. Paula placed a higher importance on his gratification than hers. She wanted every session to culminate in his splendor.
Taking a cock in the ass limited her ability to climax. If he intended to get her off, he had to work her clit. Fighting against that warm, vibrant flesh-despite her assertion that orgasm meant little-magnified his pleasure. He wanted to consummate her satisfaction, despite her plea. Paula genuinely loved to peak, particularly when he jammed her to oblivion. Her statement, in his opinion, did not hold water.
"Come on, babe," he whispered in her ear. "I want you to cum."
"Forget it. Finish-now!" she insisted.
He rubbed her clit. "I want you to cum."
"No, Angelo." She tried pulling his hand away, but he defied her spurt of energy. His finger stayed rooted to her love button. "Please, baby-just cum."
Erupting in that suctioning cranny was a matter of several thrusts. He resisted from creaming. His dick shifted in small increments. His balls neared explosion. The urge to spew grew stronger.
He launched into a frantic massage. His fingertips wove over that moist cushion of pink flesh. Bearing down on that pulsing clit, he drove her wild. She trickled against his enclosed palm.
"Oh, yeah," she whimpered.
Encircling a ripe nipple with his thumb and forefinger, he gave her a shattering pinch. From her guttural cry, he imagined the charge it afforded.
"Oh, God," Paula cried, shaking. Angelo's large thumb whipped her into a frenzy. She no longer attempted to separate him from her throbbing button. Her vibrations grew in intensity. Ecstasy beamed from her face. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. I'm going to cum. I'm going to-ohhhhhhh!"
She thrashed in his embrace. He waited until she was beyond the point of no return when he slammed into that ass. His cock stormed through those smothering layers of spongy pulp.
"Don't cum in my ass," she abruptly advised. "Pull out and shoot on my back."
Angelo did not hear her above the roar of blood in his eardrums. He watched his long cock, slick with jelly, disappear between those twin cheeks.
"No, Angelo," she pleaded. "Don't squirt in my butt. You're going to flood my bowels "
Clutching her waist, he recklessly fed that tight anus his big dick. Its walls massaged him to orgasm. He thrust hard and fast, unable to stop himself, nor heed Paula's petition. Clamping a hand to her quivering mound, Angelo drove his whole cock into her rectum. His balls pushed around her quaking hole.
"Christ," he grunted through clenched teeth. Hot jism poured into her narrow channel. "Arrrggghhhh."
"Angelo," she sobbed, flush from defeat. She felt the fiery cream collect in her ass. "You bastard."
His groin pelted those butt cheeks while he emptied himself. Her ass-hole sucked the full amount he manufactured. He became anesthetized from the shock waves that assaulted his being.
He lay with her until the physical upheaval subsided. His cock, which had grown soft, popped from her ravaged butt. Cum oozed from her crevice.
"Why didn't you pull out?" Paula whined. "I didn't want you to gush inside me."
"Huh?" he muttered, half-conscious.
Indignant, Paula sat up. "I didn't want you to cum in my ass-but you went right ahead and shot your load, anyway." She shook her head. "I just took a shower and cleaned up, too."
He disregarded her complaint. In his perspective, Paula's criticism lacked relevance. "Then take another, babe." His tone was devoid of emotion.
"You care so little about me," she flatly accused. "Despite what I say, you go on and do what you want."
He sighed in resignation. "You've become quite a nag."
"What?" she could not hide her outrage.
"Didn't you get what you wanted, babe? I mean, I serviced you-good and proper."
"Is that the extent of your affection?" Paula rolled her eyes in disbelief. "Your capacity to love-or personal version of it-disturbs me."
"Perhaps we've come to the end of the road," he declared in a faint voice. "Our relationship has outlived its convenience."
"You honestly feel that way?" she asked, stunned by his summation.
"We took it to the limit. I guess it's time to part company."
She swallowed roughly. His unpredictable moods distressed her. Although she wasn't wild about severing their ties, she recognized its inevitability. In hindsight, she supposed their affair never had longevity. "I'm inclined to agree."
"I'll pack. You can stay on in Seattle for as long as you like. I'll leave you enough money for the next two months' rent."
She held back the tears. "Fine."
Springing onto his haunches, he blocked her path. "Before I go, however, there's something I must do."
"What's that?"
He dipped into the pocket of his pants and withdrew a St. Christopher's medal. It shimmered in the afternoon light, capturing her undivided attention.
"You've never shown that to me," she murmured, unable to avert her gaze.
"For a good reason, babe." He slipped it over his head and let it fall over that forested chest. "I never thought it necessary-until now."
"Angelo "
He grinned. That name was of his invention, as was the other he normally attached to his identity. He ultimately found that alias more to his liking: Sam Andriola.
"Just stare at it, babe-and set yourself free."
Paula's blue eyes grew huge.