Angelic Beauty

by Lisa-Ann Carey

  He came into the room with a velvet drawstring bag in his hand and stood beside her his face screwed up. He looked ferocious, like a lion ready to tear her apart. “Do you know what this bag contains?”

  “No.”

  “These are the top six sex-toys. Tools of the trade to satisfy the little woman of the household. The first one…” He pulled it out of the bag, “is the little chap with the little cap. Its little garment for covering something long and hard is elastic and is like a leash for a dog – the penis slides through giving a robust erection, and this attachment is a cordless microbullet that stimulates via a quivering motion a little lady’s little penis and a wimp’s pencil-thin penis,” his voice became louder and more aggressive.

  He spat out further, “Do you know what this gadget does, the second most popular?” holding it up in the air.

  “No,” she sighed afraid at what he might do to her next.

  “It is a waterman, this little fella runs well under a sunshower. This 18 1/2inch soft plastic coated comfort maker has three speeds and is arched to tickle your pippy.”

  She felt confused wondering what point he was trying to make.

  “This next one, number three – Supergirl rope wrist cuffs, these are designed to hold back a restless shiela or to restrain her flighty man you could keep me pinned to the bed for hours,” he whispered softly.

  “Or what about number four – Boilin’ Bilby. This soft rubber ring fits around the penis to make his erection stronger, while the ears of the bilby tickle your clitoris and if we want to turn on our anus, my testicles or your nub again these two loops hold a pair of vibrating bullets.” He jumped onto the bed like a cave man twisting his nuts wrecklessly inflicting torture on himself, she screamed in terror backing up and sitting on the bedhead shaking like a salt-shaker.

  “Wait on, number five will really turn ya on. A sweetmeat massaging kit. Smear your clitty or my kepi with flavoured massage oils and apply the jelly massage roller or you could lick me knob yum, tasty!” he gnashed his teeth at her and growled like a hungry tiger. Tears ran down her flushed cheeks, her stomach filled with butterflys.

  His scowling face became dark and eerie he kicked the bedhead, was he going crazy? He pulled out number six, “Last but not least what about Heart-throb Vibe? The perfect gift for the woman who has everything. At ten cms you can tuck this little vibrator into your gaping cleavage for a quickie on-the-run or you can loosen my load with it,” he said with irony in his voice and tribal chief feathers in his hair, he gave the call of the wild. His brown eyes mean and accusing scared the goodness out of her.

  Filled with anger she stood on the bed and punched into him trying to punch a bit of sense into his thick head.

  “Not even these gadgets could bring wimpy Manuel’s stumpy up, but do I need them with this whopper? Hell no!” he shouted.

  He felt like beating her and she thought he would.

  “He’d be no good for ya, so stay at home!” he bellowed. “I don’t feel like giving you sex, you trollop! Throwing yourself at those toyboys!” His cold, lifeless eyes freakishly travelled up and down her naked body. “Put your clothes back on I don’t want to see your useless ugly body!”

  “Malachi why am I your enemy because I played up a little?”

  “You play up more times than a second hand lawn mower.”

  Like a wounded, deranged toddler she whimpered and cowered behind the pillow. Tears pooled in her eyes fearing it was all over.

  “Besides I am Australian and you are French, two different cultures. Europeans have their bit on the side. It is typical for you to have many lovers through your engagement and when you marry you won’t be able to give them up. You won’t be able to stop the betrayal, you are a nymphomaniac Angea-Lea, you are no angel!” he shouted, “Were you just using me?”

  “That’s right! A saucy French gal employing a dense Aussie boy and his thick prick!” her intention was to reef his heart out thinking he wouldn’t be needing it.

  Tears now ran down his ruggedly handsome face.

  “I was losing….my….mmind. The fire…losing my friends…..in the fire…..I didn’t know what I was doing. I wanted….to cram….as much in to life and love as…..I could,” heaving and sobbing. The she-fox wept convulsively catching her breath in sorrow her heart tearing apart. “I apologize,” she said.

  He felt as if she’d cut off his penis pain racked his genitals his love gadgets, his heart sank, Malachi put his hands gently around her waist and lifted her off the headboard and held her closely to his big strong chest patting her gently on the back then placed her back onto the soft downy bed, dressed her then walked away.

  Out of control emotions made her feel troubled, she rolled over and over sad he’d walked out of the room the world outside her window looked so unkind. Ripping her knots with her fingers more water gushed from her eyes than Angel Falls.

  In spasmodic movement her chilled body suddenly thrusted, pushed and twitched with her wrecking cascade of transparent drops from her stinging bloodshot eyes.

  She gave up all hope till her heart was a place of butchery. A painful sensation excited by guilt and disgrace shot through her. Painful emotions excited by apprehension of impending danger crushed her to pieces.

  Malachi had entertained her with his trained slug he communicated to her with his sexuality, they had believed in each other through sexuality as a symbol of power like they had conquered the world. Now he hated her for using him. If the sexual organs were direct extensions of the human brain itself then she’d lost that constantly renewable action because she’d lost her mind. Sexual pleasure was no longer free and abundant but boxed and not available, reserved for young excitable guys bearing all on the wall, he had said to her completely out of control.

  What a filthy thing to do to a bloke as trustworthy as Malachi Castle, trustworthy at least in this relationship, he had gone to a lot of trouble to turn over a new leaf, but he was being used, yuk! Just another shag on a rock!

  The tenderness he had felt for her all along no longer existed he thought at this point he might have to leave her and search for another who was willing to have him as her own only.

  To Cockle Bay Wharf he walked lightening his wallet in the promenade pub drowning all memories of Angea-Lea.

  Malachi and Angea-Lea making dear sweet love in Sydney, Australia

  Chapter Twenty

  Like a native Australian Malachi decided to go walkabout. He sat by the shores of Sydney Harbour watching the ferries, hydrofoils, charter cruises and pleasure craft.

  “Men and women are controlled by those splendidly designed, exquisitely enjoyable rude in make appendages known as the sexual organs,” he told himself as he strolled up to Circular Quay between the Harbour Bridge and the Opera House to the ferry terminal. People darted here and there some arriving off ferries some departing on ferries. He threw some loose change into busker’s hats and strolled with the other culture buffs towards the Opera House. “I think I’ll buy myself a professional partner, I’ll have fun with my loaded cannon.” He squeezed his crotch. “I want some action then I want to tell that angel everything, that’ll make her jealous, that’ll get her back.” He took yet another swig from the brown bottle in the brown paper bag. He was as drunk as a skunk.

  He reached Bennelong Point where the symbol of Australia proudly stood. He marveled at its unique architecture, the white sails giving the impression that the building is a cluster of vessels on the waters of Port Jackson. It was a crystal clear morning and the sunshine bounced off the white roof, the bridge arched over boaties making white waves underneath. Through the four theatres he walked and sat at one of the restaurants for lunch after visiting one of the six bars for six shots of crème de menthe.

  He ordered a seafood platter and right opposite him sat a sex-worker who had stopped for lunch.

  “Men have been known to pay ten thousand dollars an inch to have their penises lengthened by two inches, I’ve only worked with short penises, nothin
g to write home about,” Molly Waller told him.

  “Well honey,” his speech slurred, “Mine is 18 1/2inches erect.”

  “My God, I haven’t seen one that big before.”

  “Can I buy some time with you?”

  “If it is as big as you say you can have a freebee, come to my brothel at eleven tonight.” She gave him the address.

  “Okay honey.”

  At eleven on the dot he staggered into The Sex Palace an even worse drunk. No matter how hard he tried he couldn’t get it up. What a waste!

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  Angea-Lea pictured him in the brothel and disappeared from the bedroom and reappeared in the brothel room. Startled the sex-worker fainted and Angea-Lea zapped Malachi back to the rented house, packed up their things and jumped on the plane with him, his parents and hers and the two children landing in Brisbane a while later.

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  Not long after the engagement party they had sent out invitations to their wedding and had received all of the replies. She ordered the diamond engagement ring he’d bought her.

  The wedding ceremony took place in Brisbane City’s Botanic Gardens near the lily ponds where littlies fed ducks and young lovers swooned.

  Both Angea-Lea’s parents gave her away. Her two bridesmaids were the girlfriends of Malachi’s friends the groomsman and Best Man. Angea-Lea wore a home-made 1930’s style silver satin wedding gown with full layered skirt and flared train and vintage marabou coat, layered pearl necklace and diamond drop earings with old fashioned roses in her hair. Her bridesmaids wore pretty coral georgette dresses and her mother and his wore apple green flirty lace print suits with silk camisoles and fluffy feathered headpieces, all wore precious gem studded high heels. The men wore gold silk satin suits, and cream suede shoes. To ensure a successful marriage Malachi made sure he wore his lucky tangarine undershorts. Under a flower arch they married exchanging vows and rings. Malachi’s ring was made of rose and yellow gold while Angea-Lea’s two intertwined rings were made from white and rose gold, a dusty pink diamond decorated the centre of the engagement ring. “White is for fertility, yellow for prosperity and rose is for hope, faith and love,” Angea-Lea announced. Jiminez and Devrae picked flowers from the flower covered arch and threw them at the bride and groom. She waltzed through the garden’s arch to the majestic sound of Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake and bowed to the one hundred guests. Malachi and Angea-Lea linked arms while Angea-Lea sang to him the romantic ballad Celine Dion’s ‘When I Need You.’

  The photographer Malachi’s father snapped and snapped. The three tiered pink and white cake was covered in little white snowflakes with sugared flowers keeping the florist’s theme and animals keeping the Vet’s theme. After the reception in the gardens, the wedding car took off for the airport.

  While Jiminez and Devrae stayed with Malachi’s parents the newly married couple flew to France for their honeymoon for a fourteen day tour of the country, then they all travelled to Sunset Splash.

  Summer seemed endless, summer not just a state of mind for Angea-Lea now. As she strolled along the endless sandy beach with her family on this warm moist day a happy smile spread across her face.

  Under the hard light of the sun she wondered where she’d be without her well-gifted man. Like the deep azure skies above his love for her had been constant.

  Like southern Queensland her heart was a shining summer. Pleasant people, pleasant weather she loved playing in this sun-drenched place.

  People flocked to the Gold Coast to Sunset Splash to see the Castle’s Castle. Like Brisbane, a popular travel destination, more than just a state capital.

  Known as the sunshine mecca, the sparkling surf created love-heart patterns in the sand much to the excitement of carefree seagulls and Angea-Lea.

  Every morning early Angea-Lea cycled with Malachi and the youths along the Esplanade at Surfer’s Paradise.

  Plenty of fun, stacks of entertainment, oodles of excitement, real relaxation and heaps of sunshine Angea-Lea was glad she came to the Gold Coast.

  Seventy kms south-east of Brisbane, the Gold Coast’s thirty-two km coastline was mostly beaches.

  The shining beaches were framed with distant dark blue mountains that lay inland stretching the entire length of the Gold Coast. These, the McPherson Ranges that form part of the hinterland magnetized them just as much as the beaches.

  “The Gold Coast has many man-made attractions, places to go and things to do, but the greatest attractions are 100 percent a la natural; a pleasant climate, vast stretches of pristine beaches, and the refreshing waters of the friendly Pacific Ocean,” Malachi told them.

  The children loved Southport’s Broadwater it drew them like a magnet.

  On a finger of land called The Spit jutting out into the Pacific Ocean picnics were enjoyed.

  Fisherman’s Wharf, Mariner’s Cove and Sea World were frequently visited by the Castles, Sea World – a world standard marine park featured dolphins and killer whales. Angea-Lea had never seen anything so spectacular. Jiminez wanted to dive with the dolphins and ride the killer whales and he did. Devrae thought he was the bravest boy on the earth. Angea-Lea and the kiddies looked in awe at the many skyscrapers in the metropolis of the Gold Coast. From afar they could see high-rise international hotels and luxury apartment blocks clustered on the beach edge.

  Over the other side of The Esplanade hundreds of semi-naked bodies soaked up the sun on the famous beach. Jiminez and Devrae joined the many children who splashed in the surf, body surfing and youths who were surf board riding.

  They were seduced by the many shops, boutiques and restaurants. Antaeus and his wife adored the tasty Australian dishes on the Gold Coast highway, Cavil Avenue and Orchid Avenue. They bought swimwear, colourful T-Shirts, beach towels and sun hats.

  They each pulled up a chair at an open-air café on Cavill Avenue Mall at the beach where they tucked into crab rolls with chilli plum sauce, Spanish Tortilla, Rosemary, Brie and Sun-dried tomato stuffed chicken parcels on corn mash with cauliflower with chilli and pine nuts and for dessert waffles and ice-cream à la Suzette.

  “You are my little sweet thing Angea-Lea as sweet as the waffles and ice-cream Suzette,” Malachi made her day rosy.

  “You are my tasty starter, my crab roll with chilli plum sauce.”

  Under the table he pulled out his long hard crab roll she rubbed and rubbed until his crab sauce spurted by the bowlful into her hand, she dipped her crab roll into it and sucked on it.

  A cuppa at the coffee shop was a regular event along with a giant sized game of outdoor chess at the centre but a funny thing kept happening Malachi’s penis rose at the sight of Angea-Lea’s bottom poking out from her G-strings under her mini-mini skirt and his huge erection often burst free from his long pants knocking over the King – the sauce squirting all over the board. People were slipping over – it was a real mess but Malachi was proud to get wolf whistles from the ladies.

  Other days were spent at a lovely tree-shaded picnic table on the grassy foreshores that run right down to the sand at the pick of the beaches halfway down the Gold Coast at a place called Burleigh Heads. Again Malachi’s bait and tackle spurted burly for the fish he caught quite a catch mixing the syrup with tuna oil and bread.

  Currumbin Creek safe for still-water swimming was ideally suited for the youngins. Mal and Jim tossed out their fishing rods and caught barrell loads. Jiminez received his gift - a beautiful Arabian Stallion from the royal family and taught it many clever tricks.

  Malachi destroyed his diary about the Scud Crud and Angea-Lea never knew what had gone on before he’d met her, the subject never rose publicly to the surface again due to legal backup.

  They adored the castle of dutch type with peppertop rooves built in Sunset Splash basically to keep Manuel out and Angea-Lea in. She humourously sang Castles In The Air knowing full well with her angelic powers no castle no matter what the size and strength could stop her from escaping if she wanted to.

  “You are t
he only chickee-dee for me Angea-Lea,” Malachi told her as they stood together in the pouring rain in the wee hours of the morning the smell of citronella fresh and lively in the cool air.

  His facial expression stiffened as he told her never to share her valuables with any man ever again. “Baby move closer, move your body closer to mine,” she begged him. He undressed. Gently he pressed his bulky body close to hers and gently unbuttoned her dress. He felt her body shiver with cold he felt sorry for her and was angry with himself for almost giving his body to a professional partner. His blood now boiled with passion. A strong sexual desire jolted through him awakening his sleeping penis. They moved under the shelter of an empty stable and he rubbed the Ibex bone all over his organ and balls. In minutes his balls swelled to three times their size and his penis grew three times in length and in diametre.

  He whispered in her ear, “Now there is no one on this earth with one this big. You see my mother used to rub testosterone cream into my penis all through my childhood until I reached eighteen. But I did start out in life with quite a long one.”

  She was the only girl who loved him, how she wanted his gigantic throbbing penis inside of her she wanted to feel the pain of it ramming her. He ran his long fingers up and down her now naked body and wildly jerked his penis with his brawny tawny hand, she watched as he jerked and jerked, the length of it blowing her mind. Her breasts were wet from the rain as they had moved out of the shelter into the pelting rain.

  “You think I used you. You aint seen nothin’ yet!” she told him. She forcefully attached her lips on his. She nibbled at his full pink hot lips and his earlobes and sucked the raindrops off them. Her kiss descended far downward as if her lips were diving into an abyss of waters. A vehement desire turned her lips firm. Cruel and ferocious was the encroachment on his quivering lips overpowered with the influence of delight. His hungry lips savagely filched hers, his penis getting harder and harder.