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Gabby

By: Kirk482002



When I turned 16, I started working at a small independent grocery store. Once a year, the owner would choose a Sunday and close the store to hold a company picnic. Everyone and their families were invited, and it was held in a state park that had areas set aside for such occasions. No one needed to bring anything unless you wanted. The owner spared no expense to satisfy even the most discerning appetite. There were hot dogs, hamburgers, ribs, steaks, and chicken. He even had shrimp on the barbi. There were clowns, piñatas, and a man-made lake built for swimming for the kids. There was softball, volleyball, badminton, and horseshoes for the adults. There were also more than enough lounge chairs for the weary. Booze and soft drinks of all kinds were served and the best part was that he chartered shuttle busses for everyone to come and go. (We all lived right by the store.) It was one of these annual company picnics that this story takes place. Let’s see, I started working there on July 12th, 1971. I graduated in ’73 so that would make this the summer of ’76. In fact, it was my 21st birthday. Sunday. July 11, 1976. Exactly one week after the Bicentennial.

************

It was 11:30 and I was standing in the parking lot with several fellow workers and their families, waiting for the boss and the busses to arrive. This was going to be the sixth year in a row that I was going alone. All the other clerks that worked there had their girlfriends in tow. Even the part timers that were still in high school had their young sweethearts along. There were about 40 people employed in the store, and with their wives and kids, (and in some cases, grandkids,) there were well over 150 people waiting for the busses.

It had started to become a running joke about me going stag all the time. I wasn’t strange, or fat, or have a serious acne problem. I had several girlfriends on and off over the time I had worked there. I just always seemed to be unattached at company picnic time. Most of the cashiers didn’t laugh at me, but the clerks had no mercy. They wouldn’t say anything today. They would wait for tomorrow morning to start on me. This was going to fuel weeks of hilarity at my expense. I had approached the owner earlier in the week about bowing out this year. He was a good man, a good businessman, and a great judge of character. I valued his opinion second only to my father. He told me that if I wasn’t there, he would feel that the picnic was incomplete. He said that I was his best clerk and didn’t care if I came alone. He just wanted me there. I didn’t know he thought that highly of me and I didn’t want to disappoint him.

Janice, from the produce department, arrived with her six kids. She walked up to me and asked whom I had brought. Janice herself had no one with her. That was nothing unusual since she was the store skank. Every kid she had was fathered by a different past employee of the store. I could never figure out what the attraction was with her. She was skinny, had no body shape to speak of, and her face rivaled the wicked witch of the west. I suppose her allure was that she was ready, willing, and able to take on all men that paid her any attention. It was rumored that she could retire on the child support she received alone.

“I’m going stag, Janice,” I replied.

“Oh, what a surprise,” she said, as she broke out in her trademark cackle that was her laugh. It made a shiver go down my spine.

As I watched her wander off with her brood, four busses pulled into the lot. In the lead bus were the boss, Hal, and his family. The busses pulled to a stop and the door opened. Hal waddled down the steps. He was a short man in his late 40’s with graying wavy hair, toothpick arms and legs, and a 60” waist. He gave a new meaning to ‘elastic’ waistband. He stood there with his Hawaiian shirt, short white pants, black socks, and penny loafers on, looking at us with a huge grin.

“Who’s ready for some fun!” he shouted.

Everyone broke out into some kind of cheer. He greeted everyone as they piled into the busses. If he didn’t know your girlfriend or boyfriend’s name, he asked and he didn’t forget. That man had a mind like a steel trap. I waited till everyone had gotten on the buses before I started to get on the last bus. I wanted to make sure that couples or families could sit together. I was going to sit in an open or odd seat. Hal grabbed my arm and pulled me to the first bus where his family was. 

“Let’s go!” he said, as he pushed me up the steps.

In the front of the bus sat his lovely wife, Helen, his youngest child, Maureen, and his son, (who was my age) Jeff. Jeff also worked in the store and had his girlfriend, Mary, (that worked in the deli) with him. There was a seat behind Jeff and Mary that had a girl in it that I didn’t know. Hal pointed to the open seat next to her and I sat.

“You two get to know each other,” he said, as he sat next to his wife, two rows ahead.

I looked at the ceiling, then my hands, and then at her. She was busy looking at the ceiling, then her hands, and then out the window. Then she looked at me and gave me a forced smile. She was 20ish, had mid length blonde hair, gray eyes, but was kind of plain looking. She had on a very bulky tee shirt and long pants combo. 

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Gabriella.”

“I’m Matt,” I replied, as I held my hand out to shake hers.

She looked at my hand, but didn’t respond at first. Finally she gave me a limp fish handshake. I cleared my throat and just stared ahead. It was only a ten-minute ride to the park. I could sit with her that long.

There was silence for the first few minutes, and then she said, “Uncle Hal said that you’ve worked for him for five years. You don’t look old enough for that.”

“I started working there the day after I turned sixteen. That would be five years tomorrow,” I said.

She was silent for a moment. Then she said, “So today is your 21st birthday?”

“Yep. It’s a great day for a birthday, don’t you think?” I asked, with a smile.

“I guess,” she said, as she turned to look out the window.

‘Almost there,’ I thought to myself.

The busses pulled into the parking area and rolled to a stop. Hal was the first off and pointed everyone to the pavilions we would be using. I stood to get off, but waited for the families to get off first. When the last of the people behind me in the bus passed me, I entered the aisle and stepped back to allow Gabriella to enter. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said under her breath, as she stepped into the aisle and left the bus.

‘Thank God we’re here,’ I thought to myself.

As I stepped off, Hal grabbed me. “Well?” he asked.

“Well what?” I asked in return.

“What do you think of Gabby?” he replied.

“Aw, Hal. Is this a set-up? She doesn’t even want to talk to me,” I said.

“She’s my sister’s girl and she’s a good kid. Give her a chance. She just doesn’t warm up to people right away,” he replied.

“I’d say that she doesn’t warm to people at all,” I quipped.

Hal stared at me. 

“Oops, sorry,” I said, as I walked off toward a pavilion.

************

It was turning into a pretty hot day. The last thing I wanted to do was to start drinking and get skunked so early in the festivities. A few guys were already three sheets to the wind and making perfect asses out of themselves. I grabbed a coke and walked around a bit. I noticed a few of the kids had wandered over to the lake and were already swimming. I decided to drift in that direction. Several of the ladies/girlfriends had also tagged along to keep an eye on the swimmers. Some of the younger women had worn bathing suits under their clothes and were showing off their bodies a bit. As I got closer, I noticed one woman in particular, that had a pretty nice looking butt and legs. As I reached the lake, she turned a bit. She had nice breasts too. Then she turned a bit more. It was Gabby. She sure hid that body well under her clothes. It suddenly hit me that she would probably think I followed her there. I turned and started walking back to the pavilion.

“What’s the matter? Didn’t like what you saw?” asked Gabby, as I stopped in my tracks. “Did my uncle send you down here and you chickened out?”

I turned to look at her. Although she was plain looking, she more than made up for it with her body. “I was just coming down to check out the kids, that’s all. When I noticed you were here, I didn’t want to bother you. It was obvious on the bus that you’d rather not be around me.”

“What are you talking about?” she said, shaking her head.

“You just seemed like you wished I wasn’t there,” I replied.

“You’re weird, you know that?” she asked, as she sat in a chair.

One thing I knew. I wasn’t weird. “What do you think is weird about me?”

“That ‘gentleman’ routine you pulled on the bus. Who do you think that was going to impress? Not me,” she replied.

“I wasn’t trying to impress anyone. That’s just the way I am. Sorry if that offends you.”

“What I find offensive is that act. I’d be more than willing to talk to you if you would just act yourself,” she said, leaning back in the seat to soak up some sun.

“This is as real as I get, Gabriella.”

What that, Janice came by with her brood. “Hey, Matt, will you watch my kids a second. I have to powder my nose,” she said, as she pointed to a row of porta-potties lined up along the walkway. She cackled at her own joke as she walked off without waiting for a reply. Gabriella got up and followed her.

Janice’s kids were ready to jump into the lake, but I corralled them in case Janice was going to have a fit. Janice soon returned and said, “Thanks, Matt! Come on, kids!” as she walked right past me. Gabriella sat back down in her seat.

“Seems I owe you an apology. Janice says you’re the ‘Boy Scout’ type,” she said, as she sat back down in the chair.

“Boy Scout?”

“Yeah, you know, ‘yes ma’am, yes sir, thank you very much, sir’ type of a guy. In other words, you’re not putting on an act. So, I’m sorry I said what I said to you. I want you to call me Gabby. Gabriella is for strangers and people I don’t like.” 

I suppose that was an apology, so I sat down on the ground next to her chair. That put my head at about the same level as her breasts that were protruding from the top and sides of her suit. Nothing was said for a while, as we watched the kids and a few adults swim around the huge lake. Only the lake edge was safe for the little kids, as the bottom dropped off after a few yards in. There were a few people floating on rafts and a few just treading water a little further out. The water, although murky from the heat, was totally safe for swimming.

Janice came back with her kids. They were ready to swim, and Janice looked like she could drown a few of them. She walked into the water and the kids all jumped in right behind her. 

“All of those kids are hers?” asked Gabby. 

“Yeah, all from different guys,” I replied.

“Really?” said Gabby, sitting up in her chair to get a better look at the kids.

“I’d keep that to yourself. I doubt any of the kids know yet.”

“Who’d want to fuck that?” she asked, pointing to Janice.

“My thoughts exactly,” I replied.

Gabby started to laugh. The kids splashed and played right at the edge, as mommy went a bit deeper to put some distance between them and herself.

“Are you going to college?” I asked.

“No. I took a few years off from school after I graduated. I’m going to enter the beautician academy in the fall. I don’t need to know Shakespeare to cut hair,” she said. “I got a job cutting hair and applying make–up to the stiffs in the local mortuary. It’s great practice and they don’t move and mess you up.”

I looked at her, waiting for the punch line or smile. She just looked back at me. I guess that was the truth. As we continued to sit, a few more people decided to take a dip to cool off. One of them was Erik. He was the reining Casanova of the store. He had successfully bedded nearly half of the single women in the place. 

“Asshole,” said Gabby, as Erik passed by.

“Why’d you call him that?” I asked.

“He hit on me right after we got off the bus.”

“Isn’t he with someone? I thought he was,” I said.

“He is. Her name is Bonnie, although I don’t see her right now,” she replied, looking around for her.

Erik swam out a bit and started to float. Janice’s kids were still going strong and Janice herself was drifting further and further out. I was busy watching the kids and daydreaming a bit when Gabby tapped my shoulder.

“Look,” she whispered, as she pointed out to the water.

Erik and Janice had somehow met in the center of the lake, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they were doing. The water was deep enough so that it came up to Erik’s chin. Janice had her arms around his neck and was bobbing up and down in the water. Erik wasn’t moving at all. I looked around the edge of the lake. It seemed that the only ones to have noticed was Gabby and me. 

“You watch, this is going to be over in seconds,” she said, obviously referring to Erik’s staying power, or lack thereof.

“I don’t know. Her face is like an orgasm killer.”

Gabby tried as hard as she could to stifle a laugh. The kids were playing merrily away while their mother was humping a stock clerk 50 feet away from them. Janice put her hand over her mouth a few times as it seemed that she had an orgasm or two, but Erik was still going strong.

“I told you so,” I said to Gabby, as she stifled another laugh.

After another few minutes or so, I said, “What that man needs is a bag to put over her head. Oh God man, just close your eyes,” I said, not loud enough to be heard by anyone other than Gabby. I thought she was going to fall off her chair laughing.

“Here we go,” I said. Janice was moving much quicker and Erik indeed had his eyes shut. “I hope he doesn’t open his eyes again.”

Gabby fell out of the chair laughing, as Janice stopped bouncing up and down.

“He should have closed those eyes in the first place,” I said.

Janice was floating back in toward her kids. She seemed to be having trouble rearranging her suit. Erik was already out of the lake and heading back to the pavilions. When he was about halfway there, a woman, (Bonnie I suppose), met him halfway, put her arm through his, and walked back with him. 

Janice finally walked right past her kids splashing away and sat in a chair next to Gabby. She looked a bit spent.

“Refreshing?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” Janice replied.

“So, was that some new floating technique you were showing Erik?” asked Gabby.

Janice started to laugh. She leaned toward Gabby and said, “That was the best I’ve had in a while. I have no idea how he held out that long.”

“I guess I’ll have to get his secret from him,” I said, looking at her horse face and feeling another shiver go down my spine.

When she fully recovered from her lake rendezvous, she hustled her kids out of the water and sent them off to the porta-johns. Hopefully we wouldn’t see her for a while.

“Now that Janice is gone, I think I’m going to take a swim. It is hot,” she said.

Now that mid afternoon had hit and the sun was out unabated, it had to be close to 100 degrees. I watched her wade out in the warm lake. She really did have a nice ass. She stopped when she was about hip deep and turned to look at me. “Aren’t you coming too?”

I didn’t have a suit on under my cut-off jeans, but what the hell. I emptied my pockets on the grass and took off my shirt and shoes. By the time I got in the water, Gabby was already out pretty far. I pointed myself in her direction and started floating that way. After a few minutes, my head hit something. I flipped over and stood up. The water came up to the top of my shoulders. Gabby was standing as well, but her chin was just barely above the water line. 

“I think this is where they were doing it,” she said.

I looked toward the bank and if she was right, I could see why they thought no one would notice. Everyone looked so small and far away. 

“I believe this is how they were doing it,” she said, as she wrapped her arms and legs around my neck and thighs, bringing her crotch right up against mine. She looked at me, waiting for some kind of reaction. 

“Would you say that this is an accurate reenactment of what they did?” she asked, bouncing up and down on my restrained cock.

“I’d say this is exactly what they were doing,” I said, as I swallowed hard.

She smiled at me. “You really are a Boy Scout. Any other guy would have had my suit off by now.”

I looked away, turning several shades of red. I was getting very aroused and uncomfortable at the same time. I began to think that she was screwing with my head.

“Why am I getting the feeling that you’ve never done this before? Matt, are you a…?”

“No,” I answered quickly.

“Boy Scouts don’t lie, Matt,” she said, looking me in the eyes.

“That’s Vulcans, not Boy Scouts. I’m neither,” I replied.

“Well, if you’re not a virgin, I bet you’re not too far from it.”

She had me there. I had only done it once and it was so fast, I almost missed it. It wasn’t even my idea. It was done on a dare. But that was several years ago and I hadn’t seen the girl since that night. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t corrupt you anymore for now,” she said, as she let go of me and started swimming back to the bank.

I had to wait a while as my excitement waned. I watched her walk out of the lake and pick up her clothes. She waved to me as she headed to the pavilion. The smell of grilled food was wafting though the air. My stomach growled. I knew this was meal number one for Hal. He always fed us twice. The first time was to dilute the booze and the second, later in the evening, was to tire everyone out. I had calmed down enough to head out of the lake and up to the pavilion.

************

I had lost sight of Gabby, so I had no idea what pavilion she went to. I just picked one and ate a hamburger. Janice was sitting at the table next to me with her mob of kids. I couldn’t help wondering if another one was already in the making. Erik was seated on the other side of me with Bonnie. She was cute, but seemed rather stuck up. Hal walked by with a huge plate of food. 

“What are you doing here? Gabby is looking for you over in that pavilion,” he said pointing to one further away. 

“Thanks Hal,” I said, as I finished my plate and headed over.

She was seated alone, picking at a piece of chicken. The pavilion itself was rather empty. Several of the smaller children were asleep either in strollers or playpens. She still had her suit on. Her clothes were neatly folded on the bench seat next to her.

“I lost sight of you, sorry,” I said, as I sat facing her.

“That’s alright. I knew I’d find you sooner or later. We’re the only ones here alone,” she said, picking at her chicken.

“How is it?” I asked.

“Really good. I can’t stand burnt or bleeding chicken. This is perfect,” she said, as she pulled some more meat off the breast and placed it in her mouth. For the first time, I noticed her hands. They were perfect. But of course they would be. She wanted to be a beautician. She would know how to do manicures. She noticed me looking.

“I do them myself,” she said, holding her hands out to me for inspection.

“You do a real nice job,” I said. “You’ll make a great beautician.”

She jumped up. “I’m thirsty. Do you want a beer? I do,” she said, as she headed to the open bar.

I looked at my watch. It was 4:30. These things were usually over by 8:00, and there was going to be another round of food. “I’ll take two,” I replied, holding up two fingers.

“A Boy Scout after my own heart!” she said, as she dug through a trashcan full of ice for the beers. She produced four cans of Ballentine for us. “Do you want to sit here or go for a walk?” she asked.

“Let’s walk,” I replied.

We walked a path sipping our beers that led us to a wooded area. 


GABBY



After my divorce I started going to a local diner for dinner maybe 2-3 times a week. It's a nice place. It's clean, the food is good and not too expensive. I got friendly with one of the waitresses Kim. She's a real looker. Unfortunately she's married. I later discovered that her 21 year old daughter Gabriella (AKA Gabby) also works there as a part time waitress. She goes to college full time in the area and is a social work major. She lives on campus. I always asked to sit in Gabby's area and made sure she got a nice tip from me.

Gabby is a real looker too just like mom. Long dark hair. Beautiful brown eyes. She has a great shape. She has curves where there should be curves. She's about 5" 3", slender and has a great pair on her. About a 34B. Her smile lights up a room. She's 21 years old. I'm 50.

Around Thanksgiving I got stuck with an extra jazz concert ticket. My date had to go out of town for business. I was at the diner one night and asked Gabby if she wanted to go with me to the concert. To my pleasant surprise she said yes.

I picked her up near her house. She didn't want her parents to know she was going out with me. We had dinner at a high end steakhouse near the concert venue. Dinner was great and the company was even better. We each had a drink with dinner. Gabby can put away plenty of food for a small girl. After dinner we went to the concert. I could tell Gabby really wasn't much into jazz.

We went back to my condo and I put on some jazz on my sound system. I also brought out some beers for us. I started to kiss Gabby and reached for her ample breasts. She was OK for some petting but when I started to unbutton her blouse she asked me to stop. I drove her home around 1 AM.

About or week so later I got a text from Gabby asking if we could meet for dinner. I said OK. She managed to get off from her job on a Saturday. I picked her up near her home and we went to a local Italian restaurant. Dinner was fantastic and Gabby's company was even better. 

After dinner we went back to my place and I made some coffee. We started kissing again and this time she did not stop me when I unbuttoned her blouse and unhooked her bra. What a wonderful sight! Her breasts are fantastic and I started to suck on her nipples and play with her breasts. I knew Gabby had a few orgasms. I reached for the button on her slacks but she asked me to stop. She said she didn't want to rush things. I told her I understood and drove her home later that evening.

A few weeks later I texted Gabby and asked if we could get together for New Years Eve. She said OK but could we eat at my place. She didn't want to go out. I picked her up around 7PM near her home and we got some Chinese take-out. We had dinner and Gabby helped me clean up. I got out some beers and we started watching the NYE festivities on TV. We started kissing. I gently undid her blouse and discovered she wasn't wearing a bra. She told me she wanted to help me. Things started to heat up and my hand moved to her slacks. This time she let me unbutton and unzip her slacks. She slid off her pants. There she was in all her beauty. Nude except for her panties. I walked her back to my bedroom. Gabby's first time was going to be in a bed; not a sofa or the floor. I quickly took off my clothes. Gabby got into bed. I put my hand in her panties and gently removed them. 

I put on a condom and put some KY inside of Gabby. I wanted to make sure she was well lubricated before I entered her. I continued to suck on her tits and play with them. She had an orgasm. I put my finger inside of her vigina. I wanted her get used to something inside of her before the real thing. She started to moan. Gabby grabbed my penis and started to give me a blow job. But I stooped her because I wanted to cum inside of her and not her mouth. I gently got on top of her and asked if she wanted me to continue. I got a yes and a kiss. I gently spread her legs apart and moved my penis closer to her pussy. I asked one more time if I could enter her. She kissed me again and started to guide me in. I slowly eased my penis into her. I didn't want to rush things. I let her get used to the feel of a penis. I kept going until I hit her hymen. I backed out a bit and this time pushed harder. Gabby's hymen broke. She started to moan and begged me to stop. I held her close and told her that all the pain was over and the fun was about to begin.

I began to thrust as hard as I could. Gabby came a few times. Gabby is very loud during sex. I held back and I finally came too; my sperm exploding into the condom. Afterwards we cuddled for a while. This was the best NYE for me in years. I thought I would have to drive her home but Gabby surprised me. Her parents were away for a few days and she would spend the time with me. Gabby was cold so I got her one of my old flannel shirts.

We finally fell asleep. New Year's Day I awoke to Gabby on top of me nude. We had sex again and took a shower together. I made us brunch. We spent the rest of day just relaxing; watching movies. The two of us made dinner. Gabby left after dinner.

We continued dating. Either I picked her up on the weekend at her dorm or near her home. We would go to dinner and then sometimes to a movie. Either way we always ended the evening back at my place for sex. This went on for a few months. Finally the two of us sat down and had a discussion about our relationship. Both of us agreed that we liked being together. I felt we should be up front with Gabby's parents. Gabby felt her parents would be angry especially her dad. 

We went to her parent's home one night and explained the situation to them. Gabby and I explained to them that we do love each other and enjoy spending time with each other. While it may not lead to marriage we want to be together at least for now. While her parents didn't seem happy about our situation they understood and were most part pleasant.

Gabby stopped living on campus a few months ago and moved in with me. She needed a car to get back and forth from school so I bought her a used 2011 Subaru Legacy sedan.

We're both happy to be together. Where this is all going to lead I have no idea but it's sure fun!



Gabby and Alan



Alan was getting out of the car when he spied Gabby coming out of the house. He realized that it had been a long time since they had seen each other and he didn't know how much he had missed their previous companionship. She was always there for him whenever he had any problems, and would discuss anything with him that troubled her.

"Hi Gabby, how are you?"

"Hello Alan, I'm great thanks. How long are you going to be here this time?"

"I'm not quite sure about this trip, I will just have to wait and see. It will probably be here for quite a spell though."

"Oh well, go and settle in and I will see you later OK."

"Alright."

Alan took his bags into the house and upstairs to his bedroom. He decided to unpack while he was there and then have a shower before going downstairs again.

After he had showered and dressed in some fresh clothes, he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Hello Molly," he greeted the housekeeper.

"Well, well, it's so good to have you home, Mr. Alan. Have you come home to stay at last or just for a short time?"

"I'm not too sure yet, maybe for an extended amount of time. Will have to wait and see."

"Are you thirsty or hungry, Mr. Alan. I can get you a snack if you like."

"I'll just have some iced tea thanks."

He took his tea and strode out onto the verandah. Just to look over the hills and countryside of his home made him realize how he had missed it when he was away.

Gabby came back up the path. 

"Did you get settled in alright Alan?"

"Yes thanks, all settled now, hopefully for a while."

"Well, you know what time dinner is, so I will leave you now and see you then."

Alan came down the stairs again and spotted Gabby in the dining room. After they ate they returned to the lounge room for coffee. He hadn't known just how lovely Gabby had become until he saw her at dinner. She still had her regal bearing and her wonderful smile. She sat straight in her chair, for all the world looking like a queen on a throne.

She stood about 5' 11". She was very statuesque in her bearing and her skin was still as pale and as unmarked as it was when she was younger. Her hair hung loosely past her shoulders, still such a natural glorious titian shade. Her eyes were a deep green that would put Jade to shame and her lips looked so full and soft.

Alan himself stood at 6'2" and he had acquired a tan over the years. He kept himself very fit because of his job, which had him traveling so much. His eyes were also green but with shades of gold shining through every now and then when he laughed. His hair was cut in a military cut, for ease and comfort and was a brownish-red mixture.

They sat and talked about various things that had happened over the time that Alan had been away. Eventually, he said he'd had a long day and was tired.

Gabby followed him up later and called "Goodnight" to him as she passed his door.

The next morning, Alan had a call from one of his distributors who lived out of the town.

"Gabby, I have to go out of town for a couple of days to talk to this guy, but I will be back as soon as I can. We still have a lot to catch up on."

"Righto Alan, I will see you when you get back."

Two days later Alan came back. He yelled as he came in the front door.

"Gabby, Molly, I'm home."

Molly came out of the kitchen and told him that Gabby had just gone shopping but that she would be back in about an hour.

Alan then decided to take a swim while he was waiting. He swam the pool for a few laps and was laying on a lounger when Gabby got home. 

"Hey Gabby, come and have a swim with me before dinner."

"I'll be there in about 15 minutes, when I help Molly unpack these groceries."

She came out about 10 minutes later.

"Whew, said Alan. You should have warned me."

"What are you talking about."

"You look so fantastic in those bathers. I never realized just what a great figure you had."

"Don't be silly Alan, you've seen me in bathers before this."

"But you seem to have grown up and out now, I can't get over the way you look."

"OK, lets get to some laps before it gets too cool."

They swam about 20 laps before they tired and hauled themselves out of the pool and lay on the concrete surround.

"Have you had a good day Gabby?"

"Busy, as usual. How was your little trip?"

"I got him straightened out and hopefully I won't have to go back for a few weeks."

They got up and went in to shower and change for dinner.

After another night of doing the same thing, catching up and talking about their past, both went up to bed.

This went on for a few days. All this time, Alan was wondering why he was so drawn to this lady and why he was having erotic thoughts about her. After all, he had known her all his life. Things seemed to have changed.

One weekend, he asked her is she would like to go with him to another town for a few days. He had some business to conduct there the next week and thought a weekend before would be a great getaway for them both. 

Of course, Gabby didn't know that Alan had another motive, to get her alone.

She agreed, and they set off for the town. He had booked them into a suite in the best hotel in town. Being a southern town, it was well equipped for the cold weather and had a fireplace. It was a 2 bedroom suite, and he just booked them in under his name.

When they arrived, he told her to get herself settled and he would be back in about an hour, that he had a couple of things to do before he could relax.

When he got back, he stopped at the door.

She stood tall and graceful in front of the fireplace. He just couldn't understand what he had done to deserve someone as beautiful as her. Alan walked over to her and ran his hand across her back and shoulder and pulled her to his side. She turned and looked into his eyes and saw the love that emanated from them.

"Gabby, I'm sorry, but I have other plans for us. I only hope that this is what you wish for, as well as I do."

She looked at him and suddenly realized what he was talking about.

"Oh Alan, we shouldn't be here. I'm not sure if I can go through with this," she murmured.

"Gabby my love, we don't have to do anything you don't want, just let me hold you and be with you in this idyllic paradise. You know I love you more than life itself and would never force you to do anything."

"Thank you darling, and I love you too. This just seems so new to me."

He pulled her down in front of the fire and held her in his arms. She resisted for a while but eventually settled back into his embrace. 

"My darling Gabby, do you know how much I have wanted to hold you. Ever since I got home and saw you again, I knew then that I had been waiting for this day for so long."

"I want to kiss you and hold you so much," he growled under his breath.

"Alan, I never knew. When I knew you were coming home again I was so frightened. I knew how I had been feeling about you for so long but you just weren't there for me to tell you."

Alan bent his head and brushed his lips across her forehead and cheek. He then laid his lips on hers and kissed her so gently and softly. Gabby sighed, and opened her lips to enable him to devour her with his tongue, and reciprocated fully. It became a battle of the tongues.

They lifted their heads and looked at each other.

"Oh Alan, it has been so long since I have wanted to do that."

"Gabby, my love, I want to kiss you for the rest of yours and my life." 

"I don't know how we are going to get around this when we get home, but let us just enjoy the few days that we have together now, and worry about the future later."

He had planned to take his time with this seduction, but with her words, he took her again into his arms and continued to kiss her mercilessly. He slipped his arms under hers and stood up, lifting her clear of the floor where they had been sitting, all the while invading her lips and mouth with continuous kissing.

Gabby put her arms around his neck and sighed as he wrapped her tightly in his arms and pulled her against his body. Hungrily, she pressed against him and cried her desire deep in her throat.

Alan looked down at the woman in his arms. She glowed with the firelight behind her. Without a word, he lifted her into his arms and proceeded to the bedroom, without taking his lips from hers.

They tumbled onto the bed, facing each other as they indulged on long, slow, shattering kisses. His hands raced over her, following the seductive curve of her body from her neck, down her spine and over her hips, then back again, leaving her tingling in every place that his fingers touched.

He groaned, a low masculine sound, as his fingers found her breasts. His mouth took her with a savage intensity that stormed through her like a tornado. She kissed him back with a need that reflected the deepest, emptiest part of her soul.

"I want you, she sighed. You make me feel so needed, so perfect.

"Don't you know, in my eyes, you are perfect, he whispered back. At least the closest thing to perfection that I have ever known."

"Kiss me again my darling."

His bare skin brushed hers without any interference. Somehow during the last few moments, they had both shed their garments. He settled over her, fitting his body into her curves. She could feel the pounding of his heart and he again kissed her deeply. 

His hand drifted down to her thigh, leaving a meteoric persuasion behind. She was lost as his fingers moved to the soft part of her inner thigh, ever closer to the source of her pleasure. His fingers brushed against her mound and he cupped it with his hand. She felt so lightheaded.

He proceeded to inch his whole body downwards. Lifting one of her feet in the palm of his hand he started to massage it with his thumb. He did this to both feet for about 10 minutes. He then worked his way slowly up her legs, gradually getting closer to that junction she knew would be her downfall. He lifted her leg a little higher so that he could gaze at that wonderful Garden of Eden. Sliding his head along her thighs, he slowly eased his lips up to that spot that invited him to touch and invade it. 

He gently lowered his lips to her outer labia lips and licked them so lightly. It was like a feather being passed over them. After he'd had his fill (for the moment) he stuck out his tongue and slowly lapped at the hood of her clit. He felt it lift off and he laved and locked and devoured the nubbin of pale pink flesh like a hungry man would devour a meal. 

Whimpering his name, she pulled him up towards her. 

"I want you, my darling. Please, please take me."

A long time later, arching and trembling under the touch of his body, she whispered, "I love you!" so softly that he thought she hadn't meant him to hear. It was if he was eavesdropping on her secrets.

This was too much for him and with a cry, he gave himself up to all the pleasure and passion that they had been working towards for hours.

They lay entwined for many moments, then turned and kissed with the depth of passion not known to either of them before.

"I love you Gabby, so very much. I have felt like this for so long but I wasn't sure how you would accept these feelings that I had. I want us to be together for the rest of our lives and will do anything to enable that to happen, even if we have to move away from here."

"Alan, I think that those feelings have been simmering in me as well for a long time and if we have to move to be together, then that's what we will do. As long as I am with you my darling, I will be happy."

"To think that we grew up together, an ordinary family, just brother and sister, and not have realized how this would eventually end. But it is only the start for us, she murmured. I love you."

"And I love you so much Sister of mine."

Another wonderful story of a brother and sister who discover their love for one another.



Gabby Ch. 02



This story is for all the fans and alumni, junior or senior, that had the pleasure of marching and competing in the fraternity known as drum and bugle corps and especially to my fellow past and present members of the Hawthorne Caballeros.

RUMP!

Kirk

July 11, 1976 had been a strange and wonderful day for me. Not only did I turn 21, I met my bosses niece, Gabby, at a company picnic. After a rough start with her, we managed to find a way to relate to each other. Watching Janice, the store skank, getting boffed twice and then taking on a lady made it fun. The best part was doing it with Gabby, and being able to hang as long as we wanted at the park. Hal had set it all up from the beginning and it worked. I planned on thanking him in the morning.

I arrived home at 3:30 in the morning by way of the limo. Gabby still needed to be dropped off. I kissed her goodnight and headed into my apartment. I shed my clothes and fell in bed. I had three and a half hours to sleep before I had to get up and go to work. 

************

I arrived at Hal's Market around 7:45. There were a few fellow employees waiting outside to be let in. One of them was Janice.

"Hey, there you are! Matt! What time did you get home last night?" she laughed, as her trademark cackle made my skin crawl.

Everyone that was standing there had his or her eyes focused on me, waiting for my answer.

"I don't want to talk about it," I replied.

"Aw shit! Come on man," said Fred from the deli department. "We tell you all the dirty details."

"This isn't just anybody, you know. This is Hal's niece. Forget it, I'm not talking about it," I said.

"Come on, Matt, share with us. You too were doing to deed, I'm sure," cooed Janice.

"I'd say you were sharing it enough yesterday to last a good long time," I replied to her.

"Okay Janice, who'd yah fuck?" asked Ron, the frozen food guy.

"'How many' would be a better question," I replied for her.

"Whoa!"

"Whew!"

"Way to go Janice!"

"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha," she cackled.

"Don't tell me you have another one in the oven, Janice?" said Hal, as he obviously overheard us as he opened the door to let us in.

"God, I hope not," she cackled.

"Skank," we all said under our breaths, almost in unison, as we filed in.

************

Monday was always tough at the store. Everything was still done by hand and there were no night crews. We unloaded two trailers of freight on rollers and carts and then spent the second half of our day putting it up on the shelves, even while people were shopping. Believe me when I tell you, for a small supermarket, we did a big business. That store was crowded from the minute we opened till the moment we closed. I was dragging by the time the final thirty minutes of my shift started. I was hauling a huge load of cardboard to the back to be incinerated, when I bumped into Hal. 

"I take it that you and my niece hit it off yesterday?" he asked.

"Yes, we did. Thank you for putting Gabby and I on the bus together like that," I replied.

"My sister tells me that Gabby has had a ton of boyfriends over the last few years, but they all seem to be after the same thing. Very few have taken her affections seriously with her Plain Jane face. I've told my sister that you're different than the others. Don't prove me wrong, Matt," said Hal. It wasn't a warning. It was more like a request.

"She is a little plain looking. But she has nice eyes," I said, trying to convince Hal that I saw more in her than just a great body. 

"Oh, I almost forgot," he said, pulling an envelope out from under his arm. "This is for you."

I took the envelope from him and opened it. Inside was an award for being a dedicated employee for 5 years. Also, there was a $100.00 gift certificate for Wanamaker's. I had completely forgotten that this was my anniversary. I had started there on July 12th, 1971, the day after my 16th birthday.

"You also just earned yourself an extra weeks vacation," said Hal. "Now you have three. I hope you stay for another five years," he said, shaking my hand.

"Matt, you have a call on line four," said the PA system. 

Hal waved me off to answer the call. I got worried, because I never got phone calls at work. I was hoping that nothing happened to a member of my family. I got to the phone in the produce department and picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Boy Scout. What's yah doing?"

"Gabby?"

"I can't put anything past you. I need a favor. When do you get off from work?" she asked.

"In about ten minutes," I said, looking at my watch.

"Great! I wanted to know if you'd pick me up from work. My mom is stuck at work until late."

Having just been inside this woman several times just 24 hours before, I couldn't think of a reason not to pick her up.

"Sure. No problem. Where are you?" I asked.

"Maxwell's Funeral Home," she replied. "Pull around the back and knock on the door marked 'deliveries'," she replied. "Thanks," she said, and hung up.

I stood there with my mouth hanging open, still holding the phone to my ear. I had completely forgotten that her job was applying make-up to the dead.

Now, there are three phobias that I suffer from in life. One is claustrophobia. I can't stand close places. The second is acrophobia or a fear of heights. 

The last and the strongest phobia, is necrophobia, the fear of dead bodies. 

When my grandparents died, they couldn't drag me into the same room as the viewing. Well, she didn't say I had to go in.

************

I pulled into Maxwell's lot around five. I parked and walked around the back. I found the door marked 'deliveries' and knocked.

"Coming!" The door opened and there stood Gabby. She was a plain looking girl, but, she had the best body and gray eyes ever put on two feet. "Hi, Boy Scout!" she said, wrapping her arms around my neck and meeting my lips with hers.

When she came up for air, I said, "You're ready to go, right?"

"Almost. I'm still working on Mrs. Schwartz," she said, heading back in. "Come, on in, I'm almost done."

"I'll just wait here," I said, very quickly.

"What's wrong? Come on in, they won't bite," she said, chuckling.

I stood my ground.

"Shit, Matt! Don't tell me you're afraid of some stiffs?"

"Deathly," I replied.

She stood in the doorway looking at me. "You're not kidding, are you?"

"No," I said, swallowing hard.

"Okay," she said, grabbing my arm and pulling me into the room. "The only way to defeat a fear is to face it. This is Mrs. Schwartz," she said, holding her hand out toward an elderly woman on a table. She had gray hair and was dressed in the finest clothes. She was also dead as a doornail. 

I think I almost fainted.

"Whoa, Boy Scout. Take it easy. She isn't going to hurt you," Gabby said, steadying me. I looked off to the right, and an elderly gentleman was lying on another table. "That's Mr. Platt. He passed away today at the hospital. I won't be doing him until tomorrow or Wednesday."

Gabby kept a weary eye on me as she picked up her make-up brushes and started to finish her work on Mrs. Schwartz. 

"You see, the trick is to make them look asleep. If you try to make them look like the pictures people supply, they always look like wax figures. Of course, you don't want to go too far with the make-up, or they start looking like dead ladies of the night," explained Gabby, as she applied powder and blush. She stopped and saw a total look of horror on my face, as I pointed to Mr. Platt.

"What?" she asked.

I was in the process of hyperventilating. 

"What's wrong, Matt?" Gabby asked, now truly concerned.

"He moved! He's alive!" I bellowed, as I turned and booked out of the room.

"Matt, wait!" shouted Gabby, as she dropped her brushes and ran after me. She caught me 5 yards from the door. "Matt, it's okay. He just passed away. That happens sometimes. Their muscles contract or twitch because they don't know the rest of the body is dead." She wrapped her arms around me and felt me shivering. "God, Matt, I'm sorry. I didn't realize just how much this was going to affect you. Calm down. I won't make you go back in."

Hearing her say that, made me realize just how stupid this phobia was, but it was as real to me as her holding me at that moment. I must have settled down a bit, because she started to kid with me.

"You know, you're lucky. Sometimes they belch, or even worse, they fart," she said, holding me tight and starting to giggle. "They usually smell worse than broccoli farts."

"Gabriella? Is everything alright?"

We both turned and saw Mr. Maxwell standing in the doorway.

"Everything is fine sir. I'm almost done with Mrs. Schwartz. Oh, Mr. Maxwell, this is my boyfriend, Matt."

"Pleased to meet you, son," Maxwell said, as he approached me and shook my hand. He was a balding man that appeared in his late 50's. "You've found yourself a great girl. If I were 30 years younger, I'd give a you whole bunch of competition for Gabriella's attention."

"Oh, Mr. Maxwell," said Gabby, as she waved him off and gave me another hug.

"Make sure you lock up when you leave. Take care," he said, as he headed back in.

"Look, I'm almost done. You can wait here if you want," she said, as she kissed my cheek. "You know, up until a few minutes ago, I never would have thought my Boy Scout had an Achilles' heel."

She pouted as she pulled away from me and started back in. I took several deep breaths and followed her. She turned and saw me following. She smiled and continued in.

I watched as she finished her expert touches on Mrs. Schwartz, and Mr. Platt twitched and passed gas. The most important thing was I stood my ground. When she was done, she motioned me out as she turned out the lights and locked the door. She walked up to me and kissed me. 

"That was very brave and I'm proud of you. You did that for both yourself and me. You're still shaking, though. I was hoping for a little late afternoon delight, but I guess this would be the wrong time to ask," she said, slipping her arm through mine, as we headed out front to the car.

The thought of sex at that moment was as far away in my mind as the moons of Mars. I sighed, "I'm sorry, Gabby. Do you want me to take you home or for something to eat?"

"You're half right. Let's get some McDonald's and then show me your apartment," she said.

That caught me off guard. "It's a bachelor pad, and it's a wreck."

"I don't care. I want to see where my Boy Scout lives."

************

I opened the door to my 130-degree apartment. We were both hit with the blast of hot air.

"No central air?" asked Gabby.

"No, I have to turn the wall unit on," I said, heading over and turning it on full force. I turned on a box fan as well.

"This isn't so bad. The trash was taken out, and you can find a place to sit. I rate it up there with my room," she said, plopping down on an old couch with our bag of food from McDonalds. "Oo, what a nice stereo! What do you listen to?" she asked, as she hurried over to it.

"Nothing you'd want to hear," I said, picking through the bag. "You better use the FM instead."

She started flipping through the albums I had. The expression on her face turned to a quizzical look.

"'Fresh Air Fanfare', 'National Dream Contest', 'US Open', 'World Open', 'DCA Championships', 'DCI Championships', 'American Legion Nationals', 'VFW Championships'. This is marching music. You've got recordings that go back to the mid sixties," she said, turning to me for an explanation.

"Up until this year, I marched in a drum and bugle corps. I've done it since I was little and had taken up the trombone in school. This year I gave up the marching because it was too demanding on my schedule with my responsibilities increasing at work. I still play the trombone in a group that does weddings and stuff," I said, hoping that an unknown side of me didn't just turn her off.

"They do this on weekends, right?" she asked. I nodded. "Then what's the problem?"

"Sometimes I get out of work late and it takes 2 hours to drive to the practice."

"What? Where is this drum corps?"

"North Jersey," I replied.

"You mean you have drive 2 hours each way for this?"

"Sure."

"And you did this?"

"Yep. Practice on Tuesdays and Friday and then shows, parades or exhibitions on the weekend. Then a 2 hour drive back," I replied, all proud of myself.

She pulled out an album and started to look at it. "What corps were you in?"

"Well, when I started I was in a junior corps. It was little and broke up quickly. I went to another named The Bracken Cavaliers. Then I joined a senior corps named The Hawthorne Caballeros, from Hawthorne New Jersey. Most of my friends went to The New York Skyliners. They were the DCA champions at the time, but I went to the Cabs."

"Did you get paid?"

"No, I paid dues to be in it," I replied.

"Well, did you win anything?"

"Oh yeah. We beat The Skyliners in the '72 Championship. They had a penalty that let us win. In fact, it was a three-way race; Sky, The Hurricanes from Connecticut and the Caballeros. In 1973 we went undefeated. We won again in '74, but Sky upset everyone in '75. Now The Cabs are kicking ass again this year and I opted out. Figures." I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I have to tell you though, I miss it."

"Do I want to listen to any of these?" she asked, holding one up.

"Probably not. The only people that like them are the people associated with it," I answered.

"Okay, maybe later," she said, as she turned on a rock station, 102, WIOQ in Philadelphia. "How's that?" she asked.

"Fine," I answered. 

She got off her knees and sat back down next to me to eat her Big Mac and fries. It was beginning to cool off quite a bit now. The air conditioner in the wall was new and it did a great job. Her nipples were showing through her blouse and she caught me looking. 

"I see you're interested again. Maybe there will be some late afternoon, wait, make that early evening delight," she said, looking at the time. It was 6:15. I had already finished my burger and was working on the fries. I took my eyes off of her a moment to grab my soda. When I looked back at her, her blouse was open. She had a grin on her face.

"Something on your mind?" she asked.

I just slurped my soda. The phone rang and I went to the kitchen to answer it. When I came back out, her blouse and bra were nowhere to be seen. Her ample breasts and large erect nipples were bouncing with her movements on the couch. They were so perfect, that I stopped in my tracks and sighed at their beauty. I hadn't really gotten a good look at them yesterday at the park.

She started to chuckle. "That reaction is almost universal. They are nice, aren't they? Every guy that has seen them has had the same reaction."

"How many guys have seen them?" I asked.

"A lot. But, only a few have been down below," she said, pointing to her crotch. "You are a member of a very select group."

I'm really not the jealous type, but I had to ask. "Are you seeing anyone else right now?"

She shook her head. "Nope. I'm all yours, Boy Scout." She stood up, facing me. The full effect of her body made my knees weak. She looked at me deadpanned, as she put her fingers in the waist of her pants and pushed them down. Her panties went with the pants, and she stepped out of them. The vision in front of me was that of a plain faced Venus. 

"Have you recovered from this afternoon?" she asked, still deadpan.

I tried to say something, but the words got caught I my throat.

"I think you're still a bit tense from your ordeal this afternoon," she said, as she walked toward me. She unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off. Then she undid my pants and forced them to the floor. My underwear was last to go as I suddenly found myself naked in front of her. She started to push me backward toward a chair, and as my legs bumped into it; she pushed me down into it. She leaned over and kissed me, as her hands ran down my abdomen and met my cock, which suddenly woke. I ran my hand along her hips and steered it toward her womanhood that was dripping wet with anticipation. She nearly bit me as an orgasm ripped through her. 

When she recovered, she straddled me in the chair, and lowered herself on me. She placed her hands on my chest for support, so she could impale herself without any of my help. I could tell from the look on her face that this was for her, not me. Her breasts flopped and bounced, as she pounded me twenty to thirty times until she suddenly stiffened, her nostrils flared, and she shivered and shook with her own passion. She leaned forward and held me as her womanhood twitched and grabbed at me as she calmed down. After several minutes she sniffled a bit, flipped her hair back and climbed off of me. She didn't say a word as she walked out in the kitchen, opened the fridge, and brought out two bottles of Ballantine's. She knelt next to the chair I was in and handed me a bottle. She opened hers and took a few swigs. Then again, she stared at me, deadpanned, with those big gray eyes.

I knew what was coming, so I waited. 

*** BURP ***

"Oh yeah, much better," she said, as she put her bottle on the end table next to the chair. I took a sip of my own and placed it beside hers.

"Sorry I had all the fun there. I was so wired and horny I just needed a quick fix. Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to take me home and leave you all worked up," she said, as she finally smiled.

The phone rang. I got up and went to the kitchen to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Matt, is Gabby there with you?"

Oh, crap! It was Hal. I was in a total catch-22 situation. I could lie and say no, but I didn't want that on my conscience. I could say yes, and after his little speech today, probably catch hell from him for the foreseeable future. I looked at Gabby and she smiled back at me, unaware of my dilemma.

I took a deep breath and said, "Yeah, she's right here."

"Good! Her mother is looking for her and is worried. She knew Gabby met you yesterday, but didn't know your name. She though she might be with you and wanted me to check it out. I'll call her back and tell her not to worry. Gabby is in good hands. See you tomorrow!"

"Bye," I said, as I hung up. 

"That was your uncle. Your mom is looking for you."

Gabby closed her eyes and uttered, "Shit! I forgot to tell her I wasn't eating at home. She worries about me all the time." She got up, reached for the phone, and started to dial. "I can do whatever I want, but she likes to know where I am. I am so pissed at myself. I hate it when I make her worry."

She told her mother where she was, gave her my phone number, and told her that if her plans changed, she would call.

"Your mother doesn't mind that you're at a guys apartment?" I asked.

"Sure she does. But she also knows that I don't do this with just anybody, plus uncle Hal put in such a great word for you, she thinks that you can walk on water. She's looking forward to meeting you at my 21st birthday party," she said.

I had forgotten about that. It was two weeks away. I walked back to the chair and sat. I took another sip of my beer. Gabby killed the rest of her bottle.

*** BURP ***

She went and got another one.

"How come you're nursing that one," she said, pointing to my bottle. 

"I have to drive you home. I'm not going to do it drunk," I replied.

"Who said I was going home?"

That raised an eyebrow.

"My mom knows where I am and can contact me anytime she wants. You can drop me off on your way to work in the morning. So, drink up!" she said, kneeling next to the chair again. I took a few sips and put it back down. After coming in late last night, I was a little tired. I didn't want to conk out with Gabby there. She, on the other hand, had till early afternoon to sleep in before she went to work.

"What's the matter? Are you still upset about this afternoon?" she asked.




Gabby Ch. 02



"No, Gab, I'm just a little tired."

"I wore you out, huh?"

"Kinda," I replied.

Gabby stood and went behind the chair I was in. She started rubbing my shoulders and massaging my scalp. It felt great. I guess I fell asleep, because the next thing I remember was...

"Ladies and gentlemen, on the starting line, from Hawthorne, New Jersey, The Hawthorne Caballeros!" 



The stereo was turned up loud, much too loud for an apartment. 

"Corps, mark-time, march!" Yelled Jim Russo, the drum major.

"Rump, rump, rump,"

"Rump, rump-rump,"

"Rump, rump, rump-rump," started the Cabs with their trademark opening and closing. She had picked the 1972 DCA Championships.

I quickly turned down the music a bit to keep from getting a complaint and looked for Gabby. I didn't see her.

The Cabs were now into their off-the-line number, "Captain From Castile", when I noticed Gabby come marching out of the hallway from my bedroom. She was wearing my old Caballeros sombrero and white silk shirt. It looked one hell of a lot better on her than on me. She marched around the living room as the Cabs finished the number, had a drum solo, and moved on to the color presentation of the "Theme from Patton".

"What do you think?" she shouted over the corps.

"You look great, but they don't allow women in the Cabs," I shouted back.

"No women? Why not?"

"It's an all male corps. They're sponsored by the American Legion."

"So?"

"Some corps are co-ed, but the Cabs are an elite group and don't want the women in."

By now, "Everybody's Everything" was playing. Gabby started to march around the room again. I took a swig of my beer. I remember that night in Jersey City, New Jersey in Roosevelt stadium. It was Labor Day weekend. We won on a New York Skyliner time penalty. For a long time, Skyliner fans thought there was some kind of collusion to trip them up and take the title away from them. Even in '76, there was still a lot of bad blood between the two corps. The music stopped.

"Is that it?" asked Gabby.

"No," I replied.

"Sabre Dance" started playing. It was the corps 'concert' piece, which pretty much marked the halfway point of the show.

"That doesn't sound very easy to play," she said in my ear.

"It's not," I replied. 

I finished my Ballantine's and went for another. As I entered the room, "Flamingo Cha-Cha" began, and, once again, Gabby started marching around the room. 

I wasn't sure if she liked drum corps music, or was making fun of it, or simply placating me. I had a feeling that the latter was true. Most people that have never marched in any kind of band or drum corps usually don't like to listen to it. It's okay if you're watching a parade or if your kid is involved in it. But other than that, you're not going to find it in the average persons record collection. 

Gabby upturned her beer and downed it, just as the big production number came to an end. Gabby stopped, stood at attention, and saluted.

*** BURP ***

The final drum solo began and Gabby started marching around again.

The exit of "Samba de Orpheo" started and I could remember every fingering of the valves on the baritone bugle I had played. The reprise of "The Captain From Castile" began, marking the beginning of the corps exiting the field of competition. Then there was a drum roll, as the corps turned to face the stands and played their trademark.

"Rump, rump, rump, rump, rump-rump, rump, rump, rump-rump, rump, rump, rump, rump-rump, rump, rump, rump, rump-rump, rump!"

Then the ending fanfare, and then cheers, applause, and boos from the Skyliner fans. I walked over to the stereo to stop the turntable and turned off the power.

"Are you awake now?" she asked.

"Oh yeah," I said, taking a swig of beer.

"Good! Your turn," she said, pushing me back into my chair.

She wasted no time. She started stroking me until I was good and hard. I couldn't see her face, because she still had the sombrero on, and her face was tilted down toward my crotch. Her fingers slid up and down my shaft teasing and tickling me. She leaned in closer, and I completely lost sight of her from the brim of the hat.

As her hands continued to tease me, I felt something touch the tip of my cock. Then it was gone. A moment, and then there it was again. Without being able to see under the hat, I could only imagine what was going on under there.

There it was again. It only touched the tip, right at the hole, where I was sure it was getting gooey with pre-cum. It couldn't be a fingertip, because both of her hands were busy tracing the length of my shaft and stroking my balls. Her teasing became more serious and the touch at the tip of my cock began to move around the head. It touched one side, and then the other side. Then it touched the top, then the bottom, and then finally back to the tip. The touch didn't slide around the head; it simply touched and then disappeared, only to reappear elsewhere. 

Meanwhile, she shifted one hand down to my balls to massage and pull on them. The other hand was now moving up and down the shaft faster, sliding her fingers, instead of pulling. My legs were starting to tremble with the closeness of my orgasm, but she wasn't giving me enough friction to push me over the edge. The touch on my cock began to wander again. I groaned from a case of blue balls developing. I tried bucking my hips and moving around a bit to increase the friction, but she always countered with just the right move to keep from giving me the final release I wanted.

"Stay still or I'll stop," she said, under my sombrero.

All I could do was moan and twitch, as she continued the teasing she was giving me. Suddenly, her elbow slipped off my thigh by mistake, and her hand gave me a harder swipe up the shaft. I groaned, as I was now a single hard swipe away from going over the edge. Realizing what was about to happen, she stopped and removed both of her hands. The touch also disappeared. I couldn't see it, but I knew my cock was twitching and straining for that one final tug for release. 

Nothing happened. 

Slowly, I backed away from the edge. She didn't move a muscle for at least two minutes. 

Finally, she said, "Sorry about that. I'm not done yet." 

"Why won't you finish me off?" I pleaded.

"I'm having fun, and I'm sure you will too when it's time. Now, no more talking or moving around, or I'll go to bed early," she said, under the sombrero.

I didn't have much choice, so I did as I was told.

Her hands returned. She was now back to using two hands on my cock, and the touch returned. This time, her fingers were dragging on the skin a bit more, but still not enough to finish the job. The touch started to wander again and her hands increased their speed up and down the shaft. The twitching returned and instead of moans, I was now gritting my teeth and gasping for breath. I was almost there! I willed her hands to either go faster or grip harder. 

Neither happened. 

I arched my back and strained for release. She countered my move and kept me in check by slowing down. I fell back in the chair, as her hands continued their teasing and the touch wandered here and there. Her hands increased their speed again and soon had me arching out of the seat. The wandering touch disappeared. I was right at the edge again!

One hand grabbed the base of my cock and pushed down to pull the skin tight. Her other formed a tight ring of fingers under the head and started making short strong jerks. 

That did it. It started deep inside of me. The muscles of my groin convulsed and I felt the spunk start its journey to freedom.

"Aaahhh," said Gabby, under the hat, as if a doctor was peering down her throat.

"Uh, uh, uh, uh," came out between my clenched teeth with each pulse of my orgasm that surely was sending streams of spunk from my balls all over Gabby and the rug. The pulsing continued for a few more seconds as her fingers continued to jerk me. Her hands let go and I fell back into the chair. 

God Almighty did that feel good to finally let go!

Gabby took the hat off and smiled at me. I didn't see a spunky mess. Then she opened her lips enough to reveal a very full mouth of spunk. Then she swallowed.

"Uummm, Boy Scout splooge," she said, smacking her lips. "Yep, your girlfriend swallows!"

She reached for my bottle of beer and finished it.

*** BURP ***

************

I dropped Gabby off at her house and headed in to work. The usual crowd was standing outside. 

"Hey, Matt! Word is that Hal's niece stayed with you last night!" yelled Carl from the meat room. 

I didn't answer him. How did he find out? Maybe he was just guessing.

I got pulled aside by Tom, another stock clerk. 

"Word's out, buddy. You're sleeping with the bosses niece," he whispered to me.

"Where would they get an idea like that?" I asked.

He turned to look at the only person paying me no attention.

Janice.

I closed my eyes from building rage. "Skank," I spat, like there was a bad taste in my mouth.

"She over heard the call from Hal's sister yesterday, and found out she was at your place," whispered Tom.

"How did she know she stayed over?" I asked, ready to snap her in two.

"She didn't, but now I know!" he said, starting to laugh his ass off.

"You are aware that I am 'Head Clerk' and if I want you to clean the milk case out with a toothbrush, that's what you'll do," I said, now directing my fury in his direction.

He stopped laughing. 

"Sorry, I got carried away."

"We need to nip this in the bud. Yes, I am seeing her, and yes, she is a good person. Whether I'm sleeping with her is nobody's business."

"Well, she is the bosses niece. Everyone is interested," said Tom.

"Everyone has seen me talking to you. They're going to expect you to know all the dirty details. Tell them there are none to tell. I'll have to take care of the skank myself."

"What are you going to do?" Tom asked.

"I'm not sure. I'll have to think about it. But she is going to learn to keep her mouth shut," I said, looking at her with shear and utter determination.

I noticed that both Eric and Carl that had boffed her at the picnic on Sunday were giving her a wide berth. They both must have been really drunk to do it with that skinny, horse-faced, ugly skank. 

Hal opened the door, and everyone filed in. I went last and he stopped me. 

"My son Jeff has heard some rumors. I don't care what's going on between you and Gabby, you're both adults. I just hope you know that it's getting blown out of proportion because of who she is to me. Don't stop seeing her because of it," he said, looking concerned.

"That's never even entered my mind," I said to him.

"Good," he said, slapping me on the back. "Hang in there, Matt."

'Wow', I thought to myself. I'm worried about her rep and he's worried I'll dump her. He must really want us together.

************

At 1:00 I took a lunch break. I went to the bathrooms that were behind the produce department. I finished my business and headed back to the front of the store for the break room. I was still wondering how I was going to fix Janice's wagon, when I noticed the door to the produce storage cooler was ajar.

"No, don't tell me,' I thought to myself. I opened the door a crack and saw Hank from the Deli department humping Janice on a few cases of lettuce. For some reason, Janice had shucked her clothes completely, showing off her shapeless, skinny body, bony ass, and non-existent tits. Her horse face was tilted in my direction, as Hank pounded away at her. He was making the fatal mistake of keeping his eyes open and looking at her. Her body and face were truly a 'cum killer'. 

"Close your eyes," I said to myself.

Janice whimpered and shook under Hanks pounding. She clearly was having the time of her life. Hank on the other hand, was having trouble keeping it up. Finally he figured it out and pulled out of her. He forced her to her knees and thrust his cock to her mouth. She let it slip between her lips, but didn't expect him to jam it to the hilt. She gagged as he held her head and made her accept his cock deep in her throat.

With a firm grip he held her head still, as he started to slide his cock in and out of her mouth. Janice was having trouble trying not to gag, but gave it the old college try. Hank started to grunt, and Janice pushed him away with all her might. She grabbed his freed cock and jerked it for all it's worth, and a few jets of spunk landed on a few cases of helpless carrots a few feet away.

'Mental note to self: No carrots or lettuce this week.'

I left for the front of the store before I was discovered peeping.

************

I only had about fifteen minutes left on my break. I opened my sandwich that Fred made in the deli for me. A cashier named Fran was seated across from me. She was of Latin decent and had a cute face, but was about twenty pounds over weight. She was also about ten years older than me. When I was 16, I was smitten with her. She treated me like I was a little kid. We had always been friendly to each other, but she never saw me as anything but a friend. Obviously, after hearing about Gabby, it shifted me up a few notches in her mind. 

"Hi, Matt," she said, as I stuck the first corner of my sandwich in my mouth. I felt a shoeless foot start running up my leg. I jerked my leg back. She got up and came around to my side of the table and sat next to me. Her hand immediately went to my thigh and moved up to my crotch. I jumped up, almost knocking the table over.

"See yah," I said, as I took my sandwich to the stock room and finished it.

I had about a minute left to clock back in. I walked back up to the time clock and Fran was standing there. She had my time card in her hand. 

"Give me a kiss and you can have it back," she said.

I looked around for Hal or some other management person. I saw no one.

"Well?" she said, as the clock clicked to the time I was to punch back in.

I puckered up and kissed her very quickly.

"No, no, no. That's not going to do it," she said.

I looked around again. No one was looking. 

"Okay, go back in the break room," I said.

She went back in with a big grin on her face. 

As the door closed, I forced her up against the wall and pinned her there. 

"Oo," she said. "I like that!"

"Give me the card," I said, as I snatched it out of her hand.

"Aw, come on Matt. I know you always liked me."

I clocked back in and left the room, leaving her wanting more.

************

"Matt, you have a call on line four," said the PA system.

I looked at the clock. It was 4:25.

I went to the deli to answer it.

"Hi, Boy Scout. I need another ride. Can you help the 'one that swallows'?"

I shook my head. She really was different.

"Sure. Same place?"

"Yep, thanks," she said, as the line went dead.

I clocked out and put away my things in my locker. Hal walked by.

"Are you picking up Gabby?" he asked.

"Ah, yes," I answered.

"I know who is spreading rumors. Do you?"

"Yes."

"How are you going to handle her?" he asked.

"I'm not sure, but I want it over with," I answered.

"Use her weakness," he said, as he walked away.

'But how?' I thought.

************

Maxwell's was deserted this time, so I drove directly to the back of the building and knocked on the door. The door popped open and there stood Gabby.

"Come here. Take a look," she said, dragging me into the room. Another new corpse was lying on the table. He was naked and he had an erection.

"A stiff with a stiffy," she giggled.

I turned on my heels and walked out of the room.

"I'll wait in the car," I said. 

I could still hear her giggling as she shut the door.

I was flipping through the latest issue of Drum Corps News, when Gabby opened the door and got in. She was still giggling. She stopped, turned her head to look at me, and started laughing out loud.

"You should have seen your face!" she said, between major outbursts of laughter.

"Very funny, Gabby. How about getting serious a minute, here?" I asked.

I guess the tone of my voice got her attention. She stopped laughing and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Janice has been spreading rumors about us for the last two days. The rumors are kind of vicious. Everyone is buying into them. We have to do something to stop her and correct the damage that has already been done," I replied.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, not sure why I was so concerned.

"Your reputation has been damaged. The people at the store think you are a slut and I'm involved with you because I'm either trying to impress Hal or I'm some kind of secret stud."

"What? They don't even know me."

"They don't have to. All they know is what they are being told, and you are the boss' niece." I replied.

"This is ridiculous. Why would someone even care enough to do this?"

"You are the boss' niece. That's all it takes."

"Who's spreading the rumors?"

"The one that should be keeping her mouth shut, more than anyone else," I said.

"The skank?" she asked, mortified.

I nodded my head.

"Oh, fuck me," she said, throwing her head back. "I don't believe this."

"I want to come up with something to cure her of story telling. Hal said we should use her weakness."

"Uncle Hal has heard all about us?" she asked, exasperated.

"He respects the fact that the two of us are adults, but he's heard the rumors, and I suspect they bother him," I replied. "It's none of their fucking business!" she shouted at me.

"I know," I said, holding her hand to calm her down.

I could tell she was getting furious, as she shook her head and looked out the window. A tear was forming in the corner of her eye with her anger.

"What are we going to do?" she whispered, almost inaudible.

"Nothing right away. She'll see right through it," I replied.

She turned to look at me. "You know I talk big. I have a big personality. I joke and kid, but I'm no slut. You know that, don't you Matt?" she said, with an angry tear running down her cheek.

"I know that, Gab. I'll think of something. Maybe I should take you home tonight, they can't start rumors about that," I said. 

"No. Take me back to the store, and I'll buy some stuff to make dinner. Let them talk all they want," she said, sitting up in the car.

"Are you sure that's such a great idea?" I asked, skeptically.

"Which? Going back to the store or going to your place?"

"Both."

"I'm not going to start hiding because of rumors. Just let someone in the store try saying something to me about it. They'll learn to keep their mouth shut real quick," she said, preparing herself for a fight.

I drove back to the store and went in with her. She picked up a few things and headed to the checkout lanes. All the first shift people were gone, so there was little interaction between the second shifters and myself. None spoke to Gabby at all. We paid and left.

"They didn't seem to care," said Gabby, as she opened the car door.

"It's only the first shift people that seem to be aware of the rumors. Either that, or they're scared to say anything in front of us both," I answered.

"Or they're scared of me," she said.

"That's a possibility. You are Hal's niece."

************

We got back to my apartment and Gabby set out making spaghetti. I cleaned up my bedroom, just in case, and joined her in the kitchen. She finished putting the browned meat, onions, peppers and spices together in the sauce and said, "Let it simmer for a little while, and then I'll make the pasta." Then she motioned me out of the kitchen. I heard her open the fridge, and then she followed me out holding two beers. She handed me one.

"You know what, Matt?" she asked me.

"What?" I replied.

"There is simply no way you are going to be able to get back at that skank. At least, not being you."




Gabby Ch. 02



"What do you mean?" I asked.

"No matter how mad you get, you can't bring yourself to do anything to her. You are honest and a good person. You remember I told you off at the picnic because I thought you were a big phony, right? It was the skank that told me you were indeed a big Boy Scout. It's that portion of your personality that will keep you from doing anything. If you truly want to get her back, you are going to have to do some things that will be totally opposite of your morals. Don't look at me like that. It's the truth."

"I think you're wrong," I said, defending myself.

"Okay. Why didn't you confront her today?" she asked.

"I hadn't thought of anything yet," I answered.

"Why didn't you just tell her to shut up? See? You can't hurt people, even if they're hurting you or someone you care for. I have no doubt that if someone were attacking me or someone else, you would step in, but nothing else," she said.

"Maybe you're right," I said softly, suddenly embarrassed beyond belief.

"Look, we'll come up with something, but it will require you changing the way you think, but for this one time only. I like the idea of having a big Boy Scout as my guy," she said, running her hands around my neck. "Makes me feel safe," she said, and kissed me. "Oh! You smell a little gamy. You didn't shower today, did you?"

"Ah," I said.

"Come on," she said, dragging me into the bathroom. She started stripping and turned the water on in the shower. "Let's go," she said, motioning with her hands.

She got in the shower, as I stripped down. She reached her hand out and grabbed me. "In we go," she said, as she pulled and steadied me at the same time.

She grabbed the soap and a washcloth and lathered it up. She scrubbed my face and arms like a mother would do to a child. She switched to my legs and feet. Soon I was clean except my head, ass, and crotch. 

"Here," she said, handing the soap and cloth to me. 

I returned the favor. When I got to her upper thighs, she shook a bit, as I got close to the V that formed at her womanhood. She took the cloth back from me and ordered me to turn around. I did as I was told and she soaped up the cloth and washed my ass. It was kind of humiliating, but she did it like a mother would do. 

When she was done, she asked me to return the favor again. When I finished, she asked me to shampoo her hair. I had never done that to anyone other than myself, but why not give it a try? I got my bottle of Prell and poured a generous amount in my hand. I started to lather it in her hair. She still had her back to me, as I worked the shampoo in. After washing her tresses for few minutes, she asked me to finish the job, as she took my wrist and guided it to her womanhood. My hand was still lathered from her hair, and I washed the ample bush that framed her crotch. As I got close to her opening, she thrust herself at me. I rinsed my fingers in the water, and then used them to find the bud that made her gasp. One hand continued to massage her scalp as the other made a small dance on the spot and slid along her opening. She had her legs propped open a bit, but suddenly she put her arms out, leaned against the wall, and clamped her legs together, as she yelped with pleasure. Her womanhood clamped down on my fingers, as her muscles contracted and spasmed.

When she calmed a bit and straightened back up, she turned to look at me. Her hair was still full of shampoo, as she stepped under the shower jet. 

"That was nice," she said. "What would you like?" she asked.

"Well, I still need my hair washed, as well as him," I said, pointing to my cock.

"I know that. How do you want to cum?" she asked, still under the water jet.

"Will you tell me what you were doing yesterday?"

"What do you mean? I gave you a hand job," she said. 

"No, I mean, the thing that kept touching me," I said, pointing to myself.

"Oh, that? I read about that in a sex book."

"Well, what was it?" I asked.

"You don't know. That's the whole idea. After I clean you up, I'll show you."

She poured Prell in her hand and washed my hair. Then she cleaned my crotch with soap and a rag. She pushed me under the water to rinse me and turned off the water. She snapped open the shower curtain and stepped out. She tossed a towel in my direction and dried herself off with another. Her wondrous breasts swayed and jiggled as she moved the towel over her body.

"Come on," she said, as she pulled me out to the living room. "I'm going to turn on the water for the pasta."

She disappeared into the kitchen, as I stood naked in my living room.

"When the water boils, I'll put the pasta in, and then I'll show you what I was doing," she said from the kitchen.

I wandered over to the stereo thinking about putting on some more drum corps. I couldn't decide between junior or senior. I decided on junior corps. But who?

I chose the Blessed Sacrament Golden Knights of Newark, New Jersey, from the 1970 World Open. I pulled the vinyl from the jacket and placed it on my turntable, when I was twirled around.

"Not now. I put the pasta in and we have ten minutes to show you what I did," she said, as she backed me into the same chair as last night. She started to stroke me just as before, except I could she her this time. As she got me at full attention, the touch returned. It was her nose! I never would have figured that. I felt for sure it was her tongue. 

"Neat, huh?" she said, smiling at me.

"Uh-huh," I said, feeling great.

"But last night was a tease. Tonight we have food and business to discuss," she said, as she opened her lips and slipped me into her mouth.

"Oh my God," I said, under my breath.

She swirled her tongue around the head a few times and took as much of me into her mouth as she could. She hesitated a moment and the pulled off of me enough to replace her hand, and started to jerk me, as she moved her mouth up and down the shaft just enough to make sure I didn't pop out of her mouth.

I watched, as she expertly worked my cock. The gentle jerking of her hand and the warm swirl of her tongue, as she humped my cock with her mouth, was exquisite. I didn't know how much time was left on the pasta, but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. She meant all business this time. She managed to look up at me and give me a bit of a smile and froze her gray eyes on me, as she worked my cock with her mouth and hand.

My balls were tight and I felt the twinge beginning. I took a deep breath and held it, as she took me over the edge. She stopped moving her mouth as I pumped a few spurts in her mouth. Her hand milked me until I was totally drained. The timer went off in the kitchen. She pulled her mouth off of me with a slurping sound. She licked me clean.

"Dinner's ready," she said, as she stood and patted me on the legs. She took the beer that I never drank and downed it.

***BURP***

*************

We ate a delicious dinner of spaghetti and garlic bread in the nude. We cleaned up together and it was soon time for bed. As I turned out the light, I asked her, "What are we going to do to get her back?"

We started to brainstorm ideas. Most of my ideas were pretty lame. All of hers were harsh. There had to be some kind of happy medium. She reminded me that if any plan we used were to work, it required me being something I'm not. I didn't like the idea, bit she was right. As we talked, she started to play with me under the covers. It didn't take long for me to be ready to go. We hadn't actually made love since Sunday, so I was ready to try to please her. She rolled me on top of her and asked me if I was ready to take her in my own bed. 

"Of course," I said. 

"This time, remember that I'm on the pill. There are no need for heroics," she said.

I tried to position myself, but I was still a bit clumsy. She held me and guided me in. I was still new to all this, and It felt unlike any other feeling I had experienced in the world. I started a fast pump, as she wrapped her legs around me and was soon shuttering, and I emptied my balls into her for the first time since Sunday. 

When we both settled down, I said, "I have and idea."

************

I arrived at work the next day and Fran was standing at the time clock. I grabbed her, squeezed her tight, and kissed her for all she was worth. When I broke the kiss, she blew out a gust of air, and asked me where I had been all her life. I chuckled at her, clocked in, and started to work. A lot of people saw that kiss and more than a few eyebrows went up. I stopped by the office, spoke to Hal a minute, and then went off to the stock room.

Tom was there, loading up a u-frame of Hawaiian Punch. 

"Hey, what was that action up by the time clock?" he asked, as he finished loading the cart.

"I've suddenly become popular since the picnic on Sunday. Why waste it?" I replied.

"Isn't that going to screw things up between you and Gabby?" he asked, pulling the cart out to the sales floor.

"The two of us aren't that serious. If she wants to fool around with other guys, that's fine with me," I replied, starting to load another cart.

"Are you kidding me? Yesterday you were ready to kill, and today you're sweeping other women off their feet?" He shook his head. "Getting laid is messing with your head," he said, as he disappeared around a corner with the cart.

As I worked on building a display of Campbell's Soup, Sally from the deli department, a single, pear shaped woman in her early thirties, walked past me. I slapped her on her ample rump. She spun on her heels and stared wide eyed at me.

"Matt!" she said, looking around to see if we were being watched. She shook her finger at me like I was a small child. "Naughty, naughty," she said. "If you're going to do that, make sure you can follow it up with something." Then she grinned at me and headed back to the deli. 

I finished the soup and headed back to the stock room. Myrtle, a cashier that was distantly related to Hal's wife, was there having a cigarette while on break. She was about thirty as well, but had taken steps to keep her figure. She was married, but had no children as of yet.

"Matt, what's gotten into you since Sunday? One day, you're Clark Kent, and now, you're the new local playboy. I saw you manhandling Fran up front. She's still up there trying to catch her breath," she said, stubbing out her butt.

"I'd cut you in on the action, but you're married," I replied, looking for some ink for my pricing gun.

"That hasn't stopped other men," she said, as she opened her blouse enough to reveal the swell of her breasts and a valley of cleavage.

I walked up to her and placed my hands on her butt. As I locked lips with her, she opened her mouth and jammed her tongue in mine.

Tom burst through the back door, saw us, uttered, "Shit," under his breath and made a u-turn.

I pulled away and said, "Back to work." She stood there a moment with her eyes closed. Then she swept her hair back and staggered out of the room. I was convinced that she needed to change her panties.

************

Word in the store was traveling fast. There was a new store "Casanova". Lunchtime hit and I found myself surrounded by several women. These were the same women that hadn't had the time of day for me for five years, and now I was their focal point for attention. Each was aware of what had happened to each other today, as well as Tom telling them that Gabby and I were not as involved as they all thought. 

The break table was, in reality, a picnic table that seated eight. I tried to get a corner seat by the wall, but Sally jumped in that seat. Fran sat on the other side of me. Across from me was Myrtle. Large Lorelei, Hester, and Dolores were also seated there. They were all in their late twenties or early thirties and were single. There was one seat left open on the far side at the end. 

"What's this? A singles bar?" cackled Janice as she took the last seat.

Fran was busy helping me eat the lunch she bought for me. Sally was on the other side of me, trying to get as close as she could to me. Myrtle had her shirt open as far as she dared and was looking at me fiercely. Dolores was making little kissing motions with her mouth, while Large Lorelei handed me a note, which explained what she wanted to do to me after work. Hester was busy showing me how she performs oral sex with a carrot.

Janice looked around the table and found that no one was paying her any attention. She had heard all the stories today as well as the Tom's proclamation about Gabby and me.

She looked at me with new eyes.

Fran's hand had worked its way under the table and was now on my thigh, just a fraction away from my crotch. Myrtle's foot was going up and down my leg and Sally had her breasts pressing into my side. I wasn't used to this kind of attention, and things quickly became uncomfortably tight in my pants. 

Break time ended for most of the women, leaving only Fran and Janice with me at the table. I slid over in the seat to the corner, Fran gave me no breathing room as she slid over as well, and her hand returned to my thigh. Janice sat silently eating her lunch as Fran continued to feed me and slowly creep her hand to my crotch. She picked up the last French fry and stuck it in my mouth just as she placed her hand right on top of my confined erection.

"There you go," she said, as she rubbed her hand over the lump. 

I looked at the clock. Lunch was over for me. I stood and gave Fran a first hand look at the bulge in my pants. Janice saw it as well, as I left the room and returned to work.

************

That afternoon, I was invited to dinner by every woman seated at that table, except Myrtle, (obviously), and Janice. I told them all that I would think about it. As it was close to the end of the day for us folks on the first shift, I noticed that Gabby hadn't called. I guess she didn't need a ride today. That only made things easier as I told Fran that I would follow her home for dinner. I also made it clear that this was not going to be the start of some kind of a relationship. For the time being, I was simply playing the field.

************

She lived in an apartment a few blocks away. It was an efficiency with just the one room and the bathroom. It was a bit of a mess as mine usually was. I didn't care. She asked me to sit, as she wandered over to the stove area and looked for something to make.

"We may need to get pizza," she said. "There isn't anything here to make for two people. Sorry, I was so excited about having you here that I forgot."

"No problem. I like pizza," I said, rubbing my groin right in front of her.

Fran was about five foot two with dark brown hair, brown eyes and olive complexioned skin. She had full hips, chunky upper arms and average sized breasts. She did have a very cute face. It was that face that created the crush I had on her five years before. She sat next to me on the couch.

"So, things aren't going so well between you and Gabby?" she asked.

"Things are okay. We're just not that serious. She can see anyone she likes and so can I." I replied.

"Have you two gone all the way, yet?" she asked, rubbing my thigh.

"No," I lied back to her.

"You mean she stayed over at your place and you two didn't..."

"No, she just stayed because she was tired. I took her home in the morning before work." I replied with another lie.

"Well, you two must have done something together," she said, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Well, she does like to watch."

"What?" Fran said, lifting her head enough to look at me.

"She likes to watch people do it," I said.

"Gabby told you this?"

"Sure. She asked to watch me jerk off. So I showed her."

"That's all you two have done?" she asked.

"Mostly," I replied.

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"Yes and no," I responded.

"Well, I've had my hands on a few pair of tits and you had your hand on my crotch today."

"Oh my God," she said under her breath. "Why did you wait so long?"

"The situation never presented itself. Since this weekend, I'm now center stage. Why not exploit it while I can? I'm sure the first time I do it with someone at work, my reputation will either soar or pop like a balloon."

"Do you want to do it with me? I'll be extra nice for your first time," she asked, stroking my thigh.

"I thought that was the reason I was here," I replied.

She slapped my thigh. "You bad boy." She stood and took off her shirt. "Take off your clothes, Matt. Fran's gonna make you a man!"

I took off everything except my boxers as I watched her shed her clothes. She had a butterfly shaped birthmark on her abdomen just above her hairline. Her breasts were larger than I had thought, but the extra weight she carried made them seem smaller. Her legs were chunky and shook as she moved. She reached for my boxers and slid them down. Her hand wrapped around my growing member. 

"You have a nice one, Matt," she said, as she coaxed it to its full length. "This might be the biggest I've ever had."

"You think so?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think this is the biggest for me ever. Does this feel good?" she asked, gently stroking me.

I forgot that this was my 'first time' and should be reacting much differently. "Oh, yeah. That feels good, baby. I like that."

"Do you want me to stop? I don't want you to cum so soon," she said, genuinely concerned.

'Hey, I'm 21 not 14' I thought to myself. "Maybe you better stop. That feels so good," I said, playing the virginal role.

"Wait until you feel this," she said, kneeling down in front of me and taking me into her mouth. Now that did feel good! She licked and sucked at me for a few seconds and then let me plop out of her mouth. "Did you like that?"

"Oh, baby," I said. "Don't stop."

"Now, now. I don't want you to cum yet," she said, tugging at me a few times. She stood up and pulled me over to her unmade bed. "Now I'm going to officially make you a man. But, I'm not sure which way we should do it," she said, thinking about it. I flopped down on the bed. It was an extremely soft mattress. Fran sat next to me, petting my abdomen and cock. "Do you have any requests?"

"How about between the tits?"

She looked down at her breasts. "I'm not sure there's enough there for that. Besides, that won't make you a man." She gave here breasts a squeeze together. "Nope, I don't think that will work."

"How about up the ass?"

"Whoa! I said I'd make you a man, not put you through graduate school."

"Come here," I said, as I pulled her down to the bed. I placed my hand between her legs and massaged her womanhood.

"You seem to know what you're doing down there. Are you sure you never did any of this before?" she asked, kissing me on the cheek.

"Scout's honor," I said, crossing my fingers in her crotch.

She closed her eyes, and her hand stopped its manipulation of me. Small moans were coming from her as I intensified my assault on her sensitive area. Then she squeezed her eyes and a small gasp came from her. I felt her womanhood twitch as she came. I put my hand on her waist as she buried her face in my shoulder.

"Thanks," she said. "But this is supposed to be about you."

"Okay," I said, as I pulled her on top of me. 

"This is the way you want to do it?" she asked, stroking me again to full potential.

"Yeah. I'd like to try this," I replied.

She leaned forward a bit, lifted herself over me, and guided me into her. She sat there for a few seconds for me to savor the feeling. If indeed, this had been the first time, I would be totally speechless. Even though this wasn't the first, it sure felt good. 

She started to hump me, slowly at first, then a bit faster. She kept watching me for my reaction. After a few minutes she really started humping me hard. It felt great, so much so, that I was having too much fun. I didn't want it to end here so quickly. I thought of every disgusting thing I could to keep from cumming. Fran started to moan again, and was breathing hard with her exertion. I was getting close, when she stiffened and fell forward. She was out of breath like she had just run a cross-country race. Her womanhood was still grabbing at my cock with her waning orgasm. Luckily I wasn't so far gone, or those squeezes would have ended the evening early. She rolled off of me and buried her face in my neck again.




Gabby Ch. 02



"You have tremendous staying power for someone who hasn't done it before," she whispered.

"You almost had me there. That felt incredibly good," I said.

"In case you're worried about getting me pregnant, don't. I have an IUD. Just cum whenever you feel like it," she whispered into my neck, and kissed me.

I was waiting for my excitement level to dim before I began again. She seemed to be still trying to catch her breath, so I waited a few more minutes before I made my move. I kneeled up on the bed and rolled her on her belly. I pulled on her hips when she finally got the idea, and raised herself up on her knees in front of me. She reached her hand between her legs, found me, and guided me into her again. At this angle, the feeling was totally different. I started out slow, but quickly realized that it felt too good and I would never last. I preferred sex slow. My only hope was to do it as quickly as I could, pleasuring her and at the same time, staying off my own orgasm. I held her meaty hips tight, and started slapping her hard with my thrusts into her. She let out a whelp at the unexpected thumping she was taking and pushed toward me to match my thrusts. 

I started to go even faster.

"Oh, God. Matt!" she said, as she braced herself for my thrusts. "Oh! Oh! Stop! Matt, stop!" she said, as I felt her muscles convulsing on me again. She folded her arms on the bed and hid her face in them. Her womanhood continued to twitch for several more moments. Then she slowly pulled herself off of me, and flopped down on the bed face down. I laid next to her, stroking the back of her head.

She said something into the bed that I didn't understand.

"What was that?"

"This is the best sex I've ever had. God you're good," she said, turning her head to look at me. "And look at you. You haven't even cum yet. You are quite the stud. With all this exercise, I think we are going to have order a large pizza with everything on it, except the fishies. Now, like I said before, this was supposed to be for you. What is it that you would like to do that will make you cum?"

"I want you to lye next to me and jack me off on your tits," I replied.

"I haven't jacked a guy since high school. If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get," she said, as she moved to my side and propped herself up on an elbow. 

She wrapped her free hand around me and started pumping. I raised my hands to her soft breasts, and kneaded the flesh.

"Is that how you like it?" she asked, as her hand was going at a medium pace. 

"Just don't do it hard. The lighter the touch, the better," I replied.

She changed her motion and started to slide her hand up and down the shaft. On every down stroke, she slid her fingers over my balls and then back up the shaft again. I had already had been on the verge twice, so it didn't take long for the alarm bells to start going off.

"Soon," I said with a grunt.

She leaned her breasts in the direction of my cock as the first blast erupted from me. It hit her breast so hard it was audible. Several more streams were ejected that teamed with the first to soak her breasts. When I finished, they were dripping cum. 

"Well, I hope that felt as good as the mess you made," she said, dripping.

I went to the bathroom and grabbed a towel for her. As she wiped herself off, I called and ordered the pizza. By the time it arrived, we had dressed and were making small talk. When dinner was over, I excused myself and drove home. I knew the rumor mill would be in full operation in the morning. 

************

When I pulled up to work, the crowd grew silent as I approached the door. Fran had been talking to several of the ladies and waved to me when she saw me. A few of the other ladies waved as well. Janice was staring at me. Tom came over to talk to me.

"You want to tell me what you're eating? According to Fran, you are the greatest stud on earth. Where the hell did that come from?" he asked.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't even try it. This is no rumor. It came right from the horses mouth," he said, pointing to Fran.

"I don't want to talk about it," I said.

"You don't kiss and tell, huh? Okay, have it your way," he said, as he wandered off.

Myrtle came over to me. "I understand you want to try it between the tits. Try these at lunch time," she said, squeezing her mounds together.

Hal unlocked the door and we all started to file in.

"Think it over, the offer stands," she said, as we entered the store.

************

On my morning break, I called Gabby to check in with her, and then headed to the break room. Fran and Janice were sitting there talking a mile a minute, but stopped as soon as they saw me. Janice was looking at me, and when I looked back, she dropped her eyes from me and blushed.

"Hey, stud," said Fran. "I guess it would be out of the question to ask you over for dinner again tonight, right?"

"Not tonight, Fran, but thanks," I said, sitting across from Janice.

"You can't fault a girl for trying," she replied.

Janice's hands were shaking on the table.

"You alright?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied with a squeak. She cleared her throat and said, "Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering," I replied, watching her shake even more. I walked around the table to her side and put my arms around her. "You're cold, let me warm you up."

"Ah, okay," she squeaked again. She held my arms with her own. Her trembling didn't stop; it became more severe. Suddenly she stood and said, "I have to get back to work. Thanks," and she hurried out of the room.

"I think you got her motor running," said Fran.

I shrugged my shoulders.

************

It was close to lunchtime. By now, I had three separate offers to experience a between the tits meat massage. There was no way I could accept Myrtle's offer. Not with her being married. I didn't need that kind of rumor going around. I considered Sally's offer, but she was even smaller on top than Fran, which made it logistically impossible. The third offer was from Large Lorelei. She was about the same age as Fran, with long brown hair, green eyes and a very large set of breasts that matched the very large body they were attached to. I told her to meet me out at the storage trailer. 

The trailer was in the back shaded area of the store. It was used mainly to store paper goods that we would run in the ad. Only three people had a key to the trailer, Hal, the assistant manager, and me. Neither of the other two was there right now, so there would be no reason for anyone to come out there.

I opened the door and went in. It was warm, but since it was shaded, it wasn't bad. A minute later, Lorelei arrived. She took off her shirt and huge bra to revile a pair of heavy hangers. She slid her hand between them and it disappeared.

I took my pants and boxers off told her to drop her pants as well.

"Why?" she asked.

"Well, I'm not going to let you just give and not have the opportunity to receive," I replied.

She pushed down her large pants, turned around and reviled a large ass. I pushed her over and I tried to find the hole. No luck. She reached between her legs as best she could, found me, and guided me in. She was much tighter than I expected.

I started pounding her like I had Fran the day before. I guess it had been a while for Large Lorelei, because she put her hand over her mouth and nearly fell over from her orgasm within a minute. She stood back up, pulled her pants up and said, "Thank you. It's been about five years. That was perfect. Now it's your turn," she said.

She sat down on a case of Charmin and pulled out a small bottle of baby oil from her pocket. She poured some on her hands, oiled up her breasts, then poured more and oiled up my cock. She leaned forward a little, so the height of her breasts were the same as my cock. I stepped forward and she enveloped me with her tits. They were so huge; I didn't have to move up and down. An in and out motion was all that was needed. When I pushed in, I barely touched her chest because they were that big. She used one hand to tap my balls with every thrust. I held her meaty shoulders to steady myself as the sperm raced up from my balls and produced a fountain that gushed up between, and back down on her breasts.

"You can't beat that for lunch, can you?" said Large Lorelei.

************

By 4:00, I had seven different invites to dinner. I actually was a bit spent, so I declined. I went home, got a shower, opened a beer, put on Bayonne, New Jersey's St. Andrew's Bridgemen, from the 1971 Dream Contest, and slumped in my chair. By the time their exit, 'Kiss Me Goodbye' was playing, I needed another beer. 

Sex was hard work.

When the recording was over, I went to change the record. I chose the 1972 Dream Contest, and put on The New York Skyliners. As much as I hated to admit it, that was probably one of the finest horn performances ever that day.

Just as the gun went off and cymbals crashed, the phone rang. I picked up the stylus and answered the phone.

"Hi, Boy Scout."

"Hi, Gabby. How are things going?"

"That's what I wanted to know from you," she answered.

We talked for a while, and then I started the record over.

************

Finally, it was Friday. One more eight-hour shift and it was time for some real fun. I walked up to the crowd and both Fran and Large Lorelei waved and blew me a kiss. Myrtle walked over to me and flashed me all the goods under her shirt. Sally pinched my ass, Dolores leaned over to me like she was going to whisper something to me and licked my ear. Someone else came up behind me. I turned and there stood Janice.

"Can I talk to you later?" she asked, shaking.

"Sure, are you still cold?" I asked, holding my arms open for her.

She didn't walk as much as lunged into my arms. The longer I held her, the more severe the shaking became.

"Thank you," she said, as Hal opened the door. 

Hester grabbed my crotch from behind as we filed into the store.

************

At lunchtime, I headed back to the produce department to find out what Janice wanted to talk to me about. I didn't see her where they cut and wrap the produce, so I went further back toward the bathrooms. I passed the storage cooler and saw that the door was ajar again. I looked in, wondering who Janice was boffing now, when I saw that she was alone. Her pants we down to her knees and she was jamming her fingers into herself so far, they were in up to her knuckles. I heard her murmur my name as she doubled over with her orgasm. I backed out and decided to wait for her to come to me.

By 3:30, I had eight serious offers for dinner, including Myrtle, whose husband was out of town on business.

Around 4:15, as I was cleaning up a mess of empty cardboard, Janice walked up to me in the stockroom.

"Can I talk to you, now?" she asked.

"Sure, what is it you want to talk about?" I replied.

"I know there were some rumors that went around the store earlier this week, and I know you weren't happy about it. I want you to know it wasn't me that started them," she lied to my face.

"Oh, well, it's a relief to know that," I said.

"So, uh, are you going to out tonight?" she asked, starting to shake again.

"No, I was going to go home and get drunk," I replied, finishing off the cardboard mess.

"Would you mind some company tonight? I could use a night with a beer or two," she asked.

"Well..."

"I have a baby sitter tonight, but no place to go. Come on. I'll bring the food and the beer," she begged.

"But..."

"Please," she said, grabbing my arm as she trembled.

"Okay. Make sure the beer is Ballantine's and bring a bucket of KFC," I said.

"Thanks Matt. You won't regret it," she said, walking out of the room.

************

Around 7:00, the phone rang. It was Janice wanting to know which apartment was mine. I told her and hung up. Janice arrived about tem minutes later and showed me the beer and the chicken. I opened each of us a beer and plated some of the food for each of us. To my surprise, Janice ate quite a bit and drank even more for such a skinny woman. I went to the kitchen and made a quick call and returned. It was about 9:00 and we had the TV on. Janice was into her sixth beer. I was on my third. 

"You know, I always though you were such a Harry Hairshirt," she said, slurring her words just a bit.

"You mean like a Boy Scout?"

"Yep. I had no idea this other Matt existed inside of you."

"What other Matt are you talking about?" I asked, knowing exactly what she meant.

"The stud!" she replied.

"Oh. Is that why you're here now?" I asked.

"Well, kind of," she said, as she finished her beer. I opened another for her.

"Do you have to go home tonight, or does your babysitter stay over?"

"It's my mother. She lives there, so I can stay out all night," she said, waving her hand around.

"Are you horny?"

"Yes!" she said, trembling again.

"Drink that beer," I said, pointing to the bottle on the table. She downed it.

I took off my shirt and dropped my pants. I stepped out of them, took off my shoes and stood proudly in front of her. 

"Oh my God," she said, looking at my cock.

"Well?" I said.

She was out of her clothes faster than I though possible for a human. She dropped to her knees in front of me and took me into her mouth. I knew there was only one way this was going to work, so I closed my eyes thought about someone else. 

She was actually quite skilled at what she was doing. I can see why the guys go for her. When I was at full attention, I stood her up, turned her around, and pushed her over. She was so wet; I was able to enter her without any help at all. I pumped her three times and she shouted. She had already cum! I pulled out of her and handed her another beer. 

"We'll do it again when you finish that," I said.

She downed that one a little slower than the previous one, but she still finished it quickly. I slowly stroked myself to keep ready. She stood and indicated that she was ready. I picked her up. Janice must weigh only 90 pounds soaking wet. I positioned her over my cock and forced her down on me. Then I started bouncing her up and down like rag doll on me.

She had her arms locked behind my neck as I heaved her up and down. The force of her clit hitting me on the down stroke must have been the clincher, because she locked her legs behind me, put me in a bear hug, and shook once again. I set her down and handed her another beer. "I'm going to pass out if you keep giving me beers," she slurred. I noticed that she now had a bit of a sway in her stance to go along with her deteriorating speech. 

"Drink up," I said, taking a sip of my own.

Ninety pound Janice drank her tenth beer. 

I walked over to her and held her in my arms. I reached down and started to caress her womanhood. She cooed and moaned with her face buried in my chest. She lifted one leg over my thigh to allow better access. I had to hold on to her to keep her from falling over. She was stewed. It took much longer this time, but she eventually started thrusting herself into my hand to meet my caresses. This time, when she came, she twitched so hard I had to lift her from the floor and hold her like a child. I carried her over to the sofa and set her down. I handed her another beer. She smiled, her eyes rolled up in her head and she slumped to the side.

I stood in front of her.

"Janice. Janice!" I shouted. I clapped my hands in her face.

She was out cold.

I covered her with a sheet and made a fast phone call.

************

At about 8:20, Janice started to stir. She opened her eyes, and the first thing she noticed was that the light was dim. That was probably a good thing considering that her head had to be pounding. She felt someone next to her, so she turned and put her arm over the person. It took a minute for her to realize that something was wrong. She leaned up on an elbow and looked around the room. There were five other people in the same room, lying on tables. She turned to look at the person she had her arm around and noticed that he wasn't exactly alive.

A blood-curdling scream pierced the silence. Janice jumped off the table she shared with Mr. Locust, ran past Gabby and I, and punched the emergency exit open. She ran circles in the back lot screaming, while completely naked, and then hid behind a bush by the fence on the property line.

************

Janice was seated on my couch back at the apartment, with a sheet wrapped around her. Gabby and I were seated across from her in chairs pulled from the kitchen, eating the left over chicken.

"Gabby, I can't believe you did this to me," said Janice.

"You've got it all wrong. Matt came up with this idea. I just gave it my stamp of approval," said Gabby, giving me a wink.

"You started all the rumors and when I made it clear I was displeased, you continued anyway. Those rumors hurt Gabby's reputation and made Hal look bad for bringing her to the picnic. You banged three people at that picnic and I didn't say anything until you started shooting your mouth off about Gabby."

"Well, what about Fran and Large Lorelei? They were true stories, right?" asked Janice.

"Sure they were. They were meant to be true to entice you," I said. "Also, I wanted to deflect attention away from Gabby. Janice, if I ever hear you spread a rumor or gossip about anyone in the store again, I will get you back even worse than this, and you will never see it coming."

"Okay, okay," she said, obviously still hung over.

There was a moment's pause, then a grin formed on her face, along with a look of smugness. "You were great last night, Matt. No man has ever made me cum like that," she said, waiting for Gabby's reaction. When there was none, she said, "Aren't you even the slightest bit upset that he fucked a bunch of girls this week?"

"No, not at all. And, I sincerely doubt he cares that I fucked a bunch of girls this week either!"



Gabby Fucks Three Strangers



I don't necessarily like pop music, but it gives me a way in with the younger ladies. So every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday night, my buddies Chris, Evan, and I will be hitting the clubs and concerts up. I am 32, 6'2, muscular, and I pride myself on how fit I am. My buddies are 33 and 35, both good looking enough to attract beautiful women. So at a club is where I found myself this Friday night with Chris and Evan, grinding up against women and girls who were too trashed to even notice that we were there.

Out of the blue, a beautiful young girl starts to rub against my cock through my pants. She was perfect. Looked about 18 or 19 with long blonde hair, a tiny waist, and gorgeous green eyes. Of course I wasn't looking at her eyes, but at her amazing tits. She was wearing a cropped tank top which showed off her smooth tight stomach and accentuated her magnificent breasts.

I rub against her, hard, while running my hands through her hair. She turns to face me and says, "My name's Gabrielle. Can you buy me a drink, Mister?"

I smile down at her. "Are you not 21 yet Gabby?"

She looks down briefly, faking shame, before lifting her head up and cocking it to the side. It drives me crazy. "I won't tell if you won't." I nod my head and make my way to the bar. I order her a fruity cocktail and make my way back to give it to her. Gabrielle downs it in two big gulps. I am taken aback by how quickly she swallows it all down her perfect throat.

"How much do I owe you?" She asks me. I shrug, and an idea comes to me.

"You can pay me back later. Did you want another?" She nods her head aggressively, her long blonde hair swaying up and down with her face. I gesture to Chris and Evan who hurry over.

"This is Chris and this is Evan. They'll each buy you one." Gabby squeals in joy. Chris and Evan quickly rush to the bar with smirks on their face. I grind up against Gabrielle, her hand tracing closer and closer to my already hardening cock.

My friends return and pass her a Scooby Doo shot and a Gin and Tonic. Less than two minutes later they're both gone and Gabby shrieks in happiness. She takes my hand and leads me closer to the middle of the dance floor.

We grind against each other for a few songs before Chris and Evan join us. We take turns as Gabby and some other girls dance and make our cocks even harder beneath our jeans. Gabby isn't completely trashed, but she has definitely loosened up since I met her. She intentionally grasps onto my cock, her lips brushing past my ear and moaning suggestively with the beat of the music. I slip my hand down her jeans and feel how wet she is. I push my fingers inside of her as we grind to the beat of the music. Her moist slit welcoming my touch.

After a few more songs we're all a bit tired. She starts to walk off of the dance floor but I grab her hand. "Why not pay off that drink debt now?" I say to her. She smiles and reaches for her bra, pulling out money that she must have been keeping there. I stop her and smirk. She seems confused, but I tug her hand and lead her to the nearest bathroom. She complies and takes the lead. I look back over my shoulder and nod to Chris and Evan, who hurry behind us to catch up.

When we get into the bathroom I hurriedly check all of the stalls. We're clear. Chris locks the door. It's just the four of us in the dirty club bathroom. All sweating, all attractive, and all clearly horny. 

Without a moments hesitation Gabby falls onto her knees in front of me and quickly unzippers my jeans. My raging cock springs free and she takes me into her soft little mouth. I groan in surprise and pleasure. My boys cheer as she works me hard, her hands grasping my balls. But I hold back, I want this night to last. 

Chris and Evan take off their jeans, their cocks springing free as I thrust my hips against little Gabby's face. She groans as I shove my cock down her throat, choking her. As I deepthroat her mouth, Chris slips her out of her jeans. I pull her long blonde hair closer to me, jamming my 9" dick further inside of her and holding it. Her eyes start to water as she tries to pull back, but I continue my hold on her knowing she can take it. 

I let go and she gasps for breath. Evan takes off her shirt, exposing her bra. She is now in just her bra and thong in the dirty bathroom with three strange men. I pull her back onto my cock and she opens her mouth willingly before I plunge inside of her. Evan moves her thong to the side as he starts to play with her little pussy.

"She's soaking wet!" Evan cries out in excitement. I watch as he pushes three fingers up inside of our little whore. He takes them back out and I can see his glistening fingers, wet with her cunt juices. She shakes her ass at us in pleasure. Evan fingers her harder and Chris begins to play with her nipples, cupping them under her bra.

Gabby sure knows how to suck a cock. She bobs her head faster and faster, and I almost cum right then and there. But I stop her and pull out, my precum and her saliva drooling over her face. I walk behind her and Chris quickly takes my place as he shoves his cock down her throat. Evan moves, knowing what I want. He takes Chris's old position and starts to play with her tits, pinching them and twisting them in just the right way.

I slap Gabby's ass and she cries out with Chris's cock in her mouth. 

"Shut up, whore," I say to her. I take my cock and tap the entrance to her soaking wet slit. I push in just the tip and she uses her body to push back on me, wanting more. I take my cock out, teasing her. She tries to back up, but Chris slams his cock and pulls her hair and her body back towards him. 

I smile at Chris. "Nice," I say.

"I thought so," Chris replies with a boyish grin.

Evan is busy pinching her already erect nipples, eliciting a scream from Gabby as he pulls them between his thick fingers. He smiles at me, ready to move on soon.

I take his cue and shove my cock all the way inside of Gabrielle, not holding back. Her pussy stretches to accommodate my huge cock as I slide all the way out and jam inside of her again. I place my hands on her hips and thrust again, rutting into her like an animal. I groan in pleasure as I stretch her tiny pussy as hard as I can.

After a few minutes I scream out, "I'm going to cum!"

Gabby pants at me "Please... pull out!" I'm gasping for breath as I finally unload my cum deep inside of her, my cock twitching as my cum fills her tiny cunt up. Her legs tighten as she cums deeply with me, screaming, around my cock. I thrust a few more times, careful to get the last few drops out of my cock and into her pussy before pulling out. My thick cum begins to seep out of her open legs. White and creamy.

I take Chris's place again. "Clean my cock, bitch" I command. Gabrielle starts to lick off my cum and her pussy juices from my cock. She screams in pain as Chris takes my previous spot and impales her with his 10" thick cock mercilessly. In and out, in and out. Our little 18 year old Gabby is forced to take his big cock. I laugh in delight. As I thrust down her throat, I high-five Chris who pounds mercilessly inside our little slut's cunt.

I breckon towards Evan and he takes my spot, swiftly thrusting his hard cock into Gabrielle's open awaiting mouth. She moans and I slap her across her face. Just because I cummed doesn't mean she can slack off when it comes to my friends. Her eyes open wildely and she grimaces in pain but she nods her head in understanding.

I watch as my friends fuck her. Evan as he pounds her throat, his eyes wide with pleasure. I turn my gaze to Chris as he fucks Gabrielle doggystle on the dirty bathroom floor. I grin from ear to ear. Chris looks over and sees my expression, he grins as well. Without a moments notice, he lifts Gabby by her tits, tearing her from the floor and across the floor to the sink. He positions her so her hands are on two sinks before he really starts giving it to her doggystyle. Gabby's hands grip the sink in pain, her mouth twitching with every thrust.

She screams in pain, but Chris keeps fucking her. A knock on the door tears my attention away from my friends and the slut. I unlock it and open the door only slightly.

An old fat man stands outside. "Sir, we've had some complaints that this door is locked. Is there a reason why?" the old fat manager asks us.

I open the door just enough to let him view the fucking scene and his eyes open in delightment.

"I see," he says. He adjusts his pants. "Is there.. uh.. room for one more?" he questions us.

I look at Gabrielle, oblivious to the old man, as she fucks her hips back against Chris. I turn back towards the old man and nod my head in approval. Chris quickly cums deep inside of Gabby, filling up the slut's cunt with his semen. He breathes heavily.

Evan moves to fill her cunt, but I stop him and motion to the old man who has now joined us in the bathroom.

The old man pulls down his pants to reveal his ginormous cock. Almost 11" and as thick as a soda can. I move towards Gabrielle and lift her up to on top of the sinks, positioning her ass so she sits in the sink with her cunt facing us.

The old man moves towards her. She quivers in fear at the sight of his cock and attempts to shimmy out of the sink but I hold her in place. Evan and Chris move to either side of the sink and hold her feet spread apart. The old man laughs in anticipation, his cock becoming even more enlarged. 

"Hold her still," I command to Evan and Chris. They hold fast as the old man lines up his huge cock with Gabrielle's tight snatch. Gabrielle opens her mouth as if to scream but the old manager covers it with his hand, stifling her moans.

As we hold her legs spread apart, the old man takes his time. He examines Gabby's pussy, pushing his fingers in and out gently to test out her cunt. He takes off one of his socks and shoves it unceremoniously into her open mouth. Gabby squirms in protest. 

"If the sock falls out of your sweet mouth, I will take you home and whip you until you beg me to stop," the old man mutters to Gabby under his breath. Gabby goes back to being still. The old man chuckles. He murmurs things under his breath as Evan, Chris, and I sigh almost at the same time. Doesn't the old man know our time is valuable? As if on cue, the old man lines up his cock again in between Gabby's spread legs.

He dabs his cock in and out, just the tip stretching out the beginning of her tight pussy. Her eyes roll into the back of her head already. The old man says, "Take that sock out of her mouth, I don't care if she makes a sound anymore. I like it when a girl screams." Evan quickly takes the sock out and Gabby automatically starts to moan. 

"Fuck me, old man," Gabby commands. The old manager hits her on her stomach and she doubles up in pain. 

"Shut the fuck up, you little cunt," the older man says. Evan, Chris, and I open our eyes as the older man commands our little slut. "Don't you fucking tell me what to do," the older manager continues. He hits her again and tears form in her eyes. As she contracts in pain, the old man slips his cock half way inside of her, stretching her apart. Gabby screams in pain. I swear the whole club can hear her.

"I changed my mind, shut that bitch up," commands the man. Evan quickly positions himself so each leg is between a sink as he thrusts his cock into her mouth. Her eyes light up as the old man thrusts inside of her again.

"God I love a tight pussy," the older man groans. I smile at him, urging him on as he fucks into her again. Chris and I hold her legs spread wide apart, almost to the point of discomfort as the old man grabs her hips and starts to hump into her like a wild dog. 

"Take - that - you - little - cunt!" screams the old man in between thrusts. He picks up his pace and before we know it he cums deeply inside of our tight little 18 year old whore. Her pussy quivers as he fills her up, his cum leaking out. A tear fall down her face as the old man holds his cock inside of her, pushing her ass further into the bathroom sink.

Before long, he pulls out with a slurp as cum gushes out and around her little cunt.

"Gentlemen, I thank you for a glorious night. You will receive free drinks whenever you come here for the rest of your life," he smirks, "as long as you provide a hot piece of ass like this one whenever you come here." 

He wipes off his cock on her shirt from the ground before leaving. 

Evan moves towards her pussy. "Finally," he mutters before filling her completely with his dick. He groans in pleasure as he fills her up, making her take his dick. I wink at my boys, and Evan pounds into her hard. He grunts and ruts into her as she screams out in pleasure. Evan begins to flick her clit, then pinch. Gabby's head rolls back against the mirror and she cries out as she cums, wrapping her legs around Evan's back. He keeps up the pace, gasping for breath as Chris and I reluctantly put our clothes back on. 

I turn back towards them and see that Evan has a finger up under the sink and into her ass.

I laugh. "Go for it, Evan!" Evan has always been the odd one out, the last picked to be on a team, so he is always the most vicious when it comes to fucking a beautiful girl. It is as if he is making them pay for being beautiful, and for him being an outcast.

"We'll help you out buddy," Chris says to Evan as Evan slows down his thrusts. He pulls out and Gabby looks relieved, but not until he pulls her off of the sink and places her hands on the sink again, her ass facing outwards. Gabrielle looks as if she understands, but Evan slowly begins to finger her asshole.

She lifts her hands up from the sink to protest but Chris and I move in quickly to hold her down. We hold her upper half of her body including her upper back, shoulder, hands, and wrist as she struggles.

"No, I .. no. I've never done anal," Gabrielle protests.

"All the better for me then," Evan whispers into her ear as he bends over her, lining up his thick warm cock against her virgin asshole. He pushes in slightly, feeling resistance. He takes his cock out and shoves into her slick pussy, soaking up her moistness before pulling out and jamming into the entrance of her ass again. He repeats the motion a few more times, lubing her ass with her own juices as Chris and I hold her down.

She struggles beneath us, but we are too strong. She sobs silently, knowing what is about to happen to her little puckered ass. I snicker under my breath.

Evan slides into her cunt one last time before lining up his erect cock with her ass.

"Give her hell," I tell him. He clasps one hand over Gabrielle's mouth as his other hand clasps onto Gabby's tiny waist and slams into her virgin asshole.

If her mouth wasn't covered, we would have heard her scream in intense pain. 

"Poor little slut looks a gift horse in the mouth. Her future boyfriends will want to claim her ass. Evan is giving her a blessing by taking it now!" 

Evan is focused on her, not paying Chris or I attention at all. He pulls out completely before slamming in again. His balls thrusting against her. Gabby's eyes widen in pain.

"That's what you get for underage drinking and being a slut," I hiss at her.

Evan continues his fucking of her, slamming into her again and again, laughing as he does it. Eventually I let go of our little slut's legs, and Chris does the same. Evan is now using her body however he pleases. He slaps her face and twists her nipples, pulling her back towards him with every thrust. Gabrielle must have forgotten that she was not gagged anymore because her eyes bulge but she does not scream out loud.

"You - are - a - whore!" Evan moans and thrusts into her. "What the fuck are you?" He commands her to answer him.

"I'm a whore," Gabby whispers, then starts to scream. "Fuck me, I'm your whore!"

"You're my little whore," Evan commands and pinches one of her nipples hard, not letting go as he bucks inside of her, cumming as he does and groaning as he orgasms. He pinches her clit and Gabby cums again, loudly. She bucks against Evan who holds his cock inside of her tight ass as it milks the rest of his cum out.

"Fuck!" Evan yells in triumph as he collapses on top of Gabby, pinning her against the sink. We give them a few moments before I throw Evan his underwear and shirt. He dresses himself quickly.

"See you later, slut," He whispers to Gabby, slapping her ass at the same time before following us out the door.

As we leave, we see a few gentlemen waiting to use the bathroom.

I smirk as I say, "You'll love what's inside boys."



Gabby Gets Taken in a Bathroom



I don't necessarily like pop music, but it gives me a way in with the younger ladies. So every Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday night, my buddies Chris, Evan, and I will be hitting the clubs and concerts up. I am 32, 6'2, muscular, and I pride myself on how fit I am. My buddies are 33 and 35, both good looking enough to attract beautiful women. So at a club is where I found myself this Friday night with Chris and Evan, grinding up against women and girls who were too trashed to even notice that we were there.

Out of the blue, a beautiful young girl starts to rub against my cock through my pants. She was perfect. Looked about 18 or 19 with long blonde hair, a tiny waist, and gorgeous green eyes. Of course I wasn't looking at her eyes, but at her amazing tits. She was wearing a cropped tank top which showed off her smooth tight stomach and accentuated her magnificent breasts.

I rub against her, hard, while running my hands through her hair. She turns to face me and says, "My name's Gabrielle. Can you buy me a drink, Mister?"

I smile down at her. "Are you not 21 yet Gabby?"

She looks down briefly, faking shame, before lifting her head up and cocking it to the side. It drives me crazy. "I won't tell if you won't." I nod my head and make my way to the bar. I order her a fruity cocktail and make my way back to give it to her. Gabrielle downs it in two big gulps. I am taken aback by how quickly she swallows it all down her perfect throat.

"How much do I owe you?" She asks me. I shrug, and an idea comes to me.

"You can pay me back later. Did you want another?" She nods her head aggressively, her long blonde hair swaying up and down with her face. I gesture to Chris and Evan who hurry over.

"This is Chris and this is Evan. They'll each buy you one." Gabby squeals in joy. Chris and Evan quickly rush to the bar with smirks on their face. I grind up against Gabrielle, her hand tracing closer and closer to my already hardening cock.

My friends return and pass her a Scooby Doo shot and a Gin and Tonic. Less than two minutes later they're both gone and Gabby shrieks in happiness. She takes my hand and leads me closer to the middle of the dance floor.

We grind against each other for a few songs before Chris and Evan join us. We take turns as Gabby and some other girls dance and make our cocks even harder beneath our jeans. Gabby isn't completely trashed, but she has definitely loosened up since I met her. She intentionally grasps onto my cock, her lips brushing past my ear and moaning suggestively with the beat of the music. I slip my hand down her jeans and feel how wet she is. I push my fingers inside of her as we grind to the beat of the music. Her moist slit welcoming my touch.

After a few more songs we're all a bit tired. She starts to walk off of the dance floor but I grab her hand. "Why not pay off that drink debt now?" I say to her. She smiles and reaches for her bra, pulling out money that she must have been keeping in her bra. I stop her and smirk. She seems confused, but I tug her hand and lead her to the nearest bathroom. She complies and takes the lead. I look back over my shoulder and nod to Chris and Evan, who hurry behind us to catch up.

When we get into the bathroom and I hurriedly check all of the stalls. We're clear. Chris locks the door. It's just the four of us in the dirty club bathroom. Sweating, attractive, and clearly horny. 

Without a moments hesitation Gabby falls onto her knees in front of me and quickly unzippers my jeans. My raging cock springs free and she takes me into her soft little mouth. I groan in surprise and pleasure. My boys cheer as she works me hard, her hands grasping my balls. But I hold back, I want this night to last. 

Chris and Evan take off their jeans, their cocks springing free as I thrust my hips against little Gabby's face. She groans as I shove my cock down her throat, choking her. As I deepthroat her mouth, Chris slips her out of her jeans. I pull her long blonde hair closer to me, jamming my 9" dick further inside of her and holding it. Her eyes start to water as she tries to pull back, but I continue my hold on her knowing she can take it. 

I let go and she gasps for breath. Evan takes off her shirt, exposing her bra. She is now in just her bra and thong in the dirty bathroom with three strange men. I pull her back onto my cock and she opens her mouth willingly before I plunge inside of her. Evan moves her thong to the side as he starts to play with her little pussy.

"She's soaking wet!" Evan cries out in excitement. I watch as he pushes three fingers up inside of our little whore. She shakes her ass at us in pleasure. Evan fingers her harder and Chris begins to play with her nipples, cupping them under her bra.

Gabby sure knows how to suck a cock. She bobs her head faster and faster, and I almost cum right then and there. But I stop her and pull out, my precum and her saliva drooling over her face. I walk behind her and Chris quickly takes my place as he shoves his cock down her throat. Evan moves, knowing what I want. He takes Chris's old position and starts to play with her tits, pinching them and twisting them in just the right way.

I slap Gabby's ass and she cries out with Chris's cock in her mouth. 

"Shut up, whore," I say to her. I take my cock and tap the entrance to her soaking wet slit. I push in just the tip and she uses her body to push back on me, wanting more. I take my cock out, teasing her. She tries to back up, but Chris slams his cock and pulls her hair and her body back towards him. 

I smile at Chris. "Nice," I say.

"I thought so," Chris replies with a boyish grin.

Evan is busy pinching her already erect nipples, eliciting a scream from Gabby as he pulls them between his thick fingers. He smiles at me, ready to move on soon.

I take his cue and shove my cock all the way inside of Gabrielle, not holding back. Her pussy stretches to accommodate my huge cock as I slide all the way out and jam inside of her again. I place my hands on her hips and thrust again, rutting into her like an animal. I groan in pleasure as I stretch her tiny pussy as hard as I can.

After a few minutes I scream out, "I'm going to cum!"

Gabby pants at me "Please... pull out!" I'm gasping for breath as I finally unload my cum deep inside of her, my cock twitching as my cum fills her tiny cunt up. Her legs tighten as she cums deeply with me, screaming, around my cock. I thrust a few more times, careful to get the last few drops out of my cock and into her pussy before pulling out. My thick cum begins to seep out of her open legs. White and creamy.

I take Chris's place again. "Clean my cock, bitch" I command. Gabrielle starts to lick off my cum and her pussy juices from my cock. She screams in pain as Chris takes my previous spot and impales her with his 10" thick cock mercilessly. In and out, in and out. Our little 18 year old Gabby is forced to take his big cock. I laugh in delight. As I thrust down her throat, I high-five Chris who pounds mercilessly inside our little slut's cunt.

I breckon towards Evan and he takes my spot, swiftly thrusting his hard cock into Gabrielle's open awaiting mouth. She moans and I slap her across her face. Just because I cummed doesn't mean she can slack off when it comes to my friends. Her eyes open wildely and she grimaces in pain but she nods her head in understanding.

I watch as my friends fuck her. Evan as he pounds her throat, his eyes wide with pleasure. I turn my gaze to Chris as he fucks Gabrielle doggystle on the dirty bathroom floor. I grin from ear to ear. Chris looks over and sees my expression, he grins as well. Without a moments notice, he lifts Gabby by her tits, tearing her from the floor and across the floor to the sink. He positions her so her hands are on two sinks before he really starts giving it to her doggystyle. Gabby's hands grip the sink in pain, her mouth twitching with every thrust.

She screams in pain, but Chris keeps fucking her. A knock on the door tears my attention away from my friends and the slut. I unlock it and open the door only slightly.

An old fat man stands outside. "Sir, we've had some complaints that this door is locked. Is there a reason why?" the old fat manager asks us.

I open the door just enough to let him view the fucking scene and his eyes open in delightment.

"I see," he says. He adjusts his pants. "Is there.. uh.. room for one more?" he questions us.

I look at Gabrielle, oblivious to the old man, as she fucks her hips back against Chris. I turn back towards the old man and nod my head in approval. Chris quickly cums deep inside of Gabby, filling up the slut's cunt with his semen. He breathes heavily.

Evan moves to fill her cunt, but I stop him and motion to the old man who has now joined us in the bathroom.

The old man pulls down his pants to reveal his ginormous cock. Almost 11" and as thick as a soda can. I move towards Gabrielle and lift her up to on top of the sinks, positioning her ass so she sits in the sink with her cunt facing us.

The old man moves towards her. She quivers in fear at the sight of his cock and attempts to shimmy out of the sink but I hold her in place. Evan and Chris move to either side of the sink and hold her feet spread apart. The old man laughs in anticipation, his cock becoming even more enlarged. 

"Hold her still," I command to Evan and Chris. They hold fast as the old man lines up his huge cock with Gabrielle's tight snatch. Gabrielle opens her mouth as if to scream but the old manager covers it with his hand, stifling her moans.

As we hold her legs spread apart, the old man takes his time. He examines Gabby's pussy, pushing his fingers in and out gently to test out her cunt. He takes off one of his socks and shoves it unceremoniously into her open mouth. Gabby squirms in protest. 

"If the sock falls out of your sweet mouth, I will take you home and whip you and torture until you beg for death," the old man mutters to Gabby under his breath. Gabby goes back to being still. The old man chuckles. He murmurs things under his breath as Evan, Chris, and I sigh almost at the same time. Doesn't the old man know our time is valuable? As if on cue, the old man lines up his cock again in between Gabby's spread legs.

He dabs his cock in and out, just the tip stretching out the beginning of her tight pussy. Her eyes roll into the back of her head already. The old man says, "Take that sock out of her mouth, I don't care if she makes a sound anymore because I like it when a girl screams." Evan quickly takes the sock out and Gabby automatically starts to moan. 

"Fuck me, old man," Gabby commands. The old manager hits her on her stomach and she doubles up in pain. 

"Shut the fuck up, you little cunt," the older man says. Evan, Chris, and I open our eyes as the older man commands our little slut. "Don't you fucking tell me what to do," the older manager continues. He hits her again and tears form in her eyes. As she contracts in pain, the old man slips his cock half way inside of her, stretching her apart. Gabby screams in pain. I swear the whole club can hear her.

"I changed my mind, shut that bitch up," commands the man. Evan quickly positions himself so each leg is between a sink as he thrusts his cock into her mouth. Her eyes light up as the old man thrusts inside of her again.

"God I love a tight pussy," the older man groans. I smile at him, urging him on as he fucks into her again. Chris and I hold her legs spread wide apart, almost to the point of discomfort as the old man grabs her hips and starts to hump into her like a wild dog. 

"Take - that - you - little - cunt!" screams the old man in between thrusts. He picks up his pace and before we know it he cums deeply inside of our tight little 18 year old whore. Her pussy quivers as he fills her up, his cum leaking out. A tear fall down her face as the old man holds his cock inside of her, pushing her ass further into the bathroom sink.

Before long, he pulls out with a slurp as cum gushes out and around her little cunt.

"Gentlemen, I thank you for a glorious night. You will receive free drinks whenever you come here for the rest of your life," he smirks, "as long as you provide a hot piece of ass like this one whenever you come here." 

He wipes off his cock on her shirt from the ground before leaving. 

Evan moves towards her pussy. "Finally," he mutters before filling her completely with his dick. He groans in pleasure as he fills her up, making her take his dick. I wink at my boys, and Evan pounds into her hard. He keeps up the pace, gasping for breath as Chris and reluctantly put our clothes back on. He grunts and ruts into her as she screams in discomfort.

I turn towards them and see that Evan has a finger up under the sink and into her ass.

I laugh. "Go for it, Evan!" Evan has always been the odd one out, the last picked to be on a team, so he is always the most vicious when it comes to fucking a beautiful girl. It is as if he is making them pay for being beautiful, and for him being an outcast.

"We'll help you out buddy," Chris says to Evan as Evan slows down his thrusts. He pulls out and Gabby looks relieved, but not until he pulls her off of the sink and places her hands on the sink again, her ass facing outwards. Gabrielle looks as if she understands, but Evan slowly begins to finger her asshole.

She lifts her hands up from the sink to protest but Chris and I move in quickly to hold her down. We hold her upper half of her body including her upper back, shoulder, hands, and wrist as she struggles.

"No, I .. no. I've never done anal," Gabrielle protests.

"All the better for me then," Evan hisses into her ear as he bends over her, lining up his thick warm cock against her virgin asshole. He pushes in slightly, feeling resistance. He takes his cock out and shoves into her slick pussy, soaking up her moistness before pulling out and jamming into the entrance of her ass again. He repeats the motion a few more times, lubing her ass with her own juices as Chris and I hold her down.

She struggles beneath us, but we are too strong. She sobs silently, knowing what is about to happen to her little puckered ass. I snicker under my breath.

Evan slides into her cunt one last time before lining up his erect cock with her ass.

"Give her hell," I tell him. He clasps one hand over Gabrielle's mouth as his other hand clasps onto Gabby's tiny waist and slams into her virgin asshole.

If her mouth wasn't covered, we would have heard her scream in intense pain. I laugh.

"Poor little slut looks a gift horse in the mouth. Her future boyfriends will want to claim her ass. Evan is giving her a blessing by taking it now!" 

Evan is focused on her, not paying Chris or I attention at all. He pulls out completely before slamming in again. His balls thrusting against her. Gabby's eyes widen in pain and terror.

"That's what you get for underage drinking and being a slut," I hiss at her.

Evan continues his fucking of her, slamming into her again and again, laughing as he does it. Eventually I let go of our little slut's legs, and Chris does the same. Evan is now using her body however he pleases. He slaps her face and twists her nipples, pulling her back towards him with every thrust. Gabrielle must have forgotten that she was not gagged anymore because her eyes bulge but she does not scream out loud.

"You - are - a - whore!" Evan moans and thrusts into her. "What the fuck are you?" He commands her to answer him.

"I'm a whore," Gabby whimpers.

"You're my little whore," Evan commands and pinches one of her nipples hard, not letting go as he bucks inside of her, cumming as he does and groaning as he orgasms.

"Fuck!" Evan yells in triumph as he collapses on top of Gabby, pinning her against the sink. We give them a few moments before I throw Evan his underwear and shirt. He dresses himself quickly.

"See you later, slut" He whispers to Gabby, slapping her ass at the same time before following us out the door.

As we leave, we see a few gentlemen waiting to use the bathroom.

I smirk as I say, "You'll love what's inside boys. Give her hell."



Gabby



“Do you want to turn back?” I asked. 

“No, let’s explore, but watch for poison ivy,” she said.

We walked a bit and reached a small clearing with a tree log to sit on. We sat and each opened our second beer. She still had her suit on and her bust line was beginning to show more and more over her suit. She caught my gaze and said, “Yes, they are nice, aren’t they? I was lucky, my sister is as flat as a pancake,” she said, as she shifted them in her suit.

“You know, my 21st birthday is just two weeks away. I’m going to have a small party. Do you want to come?” she asked nicely.

That was the first time she really acted like I was a normal person and not ‘The Boy Scout’.

“Yeah, sure. Great.”

“Cool,” she said.

There was a noise in the brush behind us. We crouched down and peeked.

There was Janice and Carl from the meat department. He was dropping his drawers as we watched, and Janice shed her suit so fast, it was hard to believe she had it on in the first place. She dropped to her knees and took Carl in her mouth like she was going to swallow him. He could have seen us if he bothered to open his eyes and look. But I guess he knew the lesson I was trying to telepathically teach Erik about closing his eyes. Janice was bobbing her head up and down his cock like the apocalypse was upon us. He was already shaking and pulled her mouth off of him.

“That’s what men see in her. She gives great…” I stopped, remembering whom I was talking to.

“Head,” she finished for me. “There had to be something that attracted them.”

“I suppose she wants to be humped in return,” I whispered.

Janice turned around and bent her unattractive, shapeless body, so she was wide open for him, and her horse face looking directly at us. She saw us and blew us a kiss.

“She’s a sick fuck,” said Gabby.

Carl took his nine-inch weapon and jammed it in Janice. His meat-cutting swelled fingers held her hips tightly as he repeatedly thrust himself into her. Janice snorted like the horse that she resembled. 

Carl’s thighs started to quiver. Gabby reached her arm around my waist and held on tight. “He’s going to cum!” she whispered into my ear.

‘Overstating the obvious,’ I thought.

He pounded Janice a few more times then stopped. He grunted and moaned. Janice opened her eyes and looked at us. 

“Let’s go,” I said to Gabby.

We walked out of the woods. Gabby still had her arm tightly around my waist. When we reached the clearing, Erik and Bonnie were watching Janice’s kids. I looked at Gabby and she burst out in uncontrollable laughter. This was a strange day indeed. We continued back to the pavilion in search of more beer. I was feeling fine and so was Gabby. She still had a mortal lock on my waist. I finally put my arm around her waist.

“Thank God I didn’t have to do it for you,” she said.

************

We reached the first pavilion and grabbed as many Ballentines we could carry, and headed back for the lake. We passed Hal on the way. He looked at me and gave me a thumb’s up. Gabby stopped and gave him a kiss. “Have fun,” he said, as he headed back to the pavilion.

We got back to the lake and it was nearly deserted. Between us, we had snatched eight beers. We set them down and sat on the bank for a while. 

“I’m really sorry I misjudged you earlier,” said Gabby. ‘I think you’re really cool, just like Uncle Hal said.”

“He said that?” I asked, surprised.

“He said that he would turn over the store to you when he retired if he didn’t have a son. That’s how much he likes you.”

I waited a moment for that to set in. I had no idea that he saw that kind of potential in me. There was a ‘click’ and it was Gabby opening a beer for me. With another ‘click’ she opened one for herself. We sat and sipped our beer as we noticed Janice approaching the lake again.

“Oh no,” said Gabby.

“Who’s got the kids this time?” I asked, as we both squinted up to the pavilions. We couldn’t tell. She walked into the lake and just floated out to the center.

“Who do you thing she’s waiting for this time?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” said Gabby. She took a big sip of her beer. So did I.

We kept a constant vigil for the next fifteen minutes. No one came. Finally we saw another woman walk up to the bank of the lake. She started to undress. She did not have a suit on under her clothes and stripped down to nothing. She walked into the lake and swam out to Janice. It was Bonnie.

“Well, fuck me,” said Gabby.

“Unbelievable,” I said. I drained my beer and opened another one. Gabby held her hand out as she finished hers. I handed her another one as we watched the two women swirl in the water.

“What do you think they’re doing underwater?” I asked, expecting a snicker in response.

“They are caressing each other. First their breasts,” she said, as she traced her fingers over her own breasts. She made several circular motions over her mounds and then settled were her nipples were. “Then down here,” she said, as her hand disappeared between her legs. It made a gentle trace of her vaginal lips outside of her swimsuit and zeroed in on the spot most men forget about.

There was a lump in my throat, and one developing down below, as I watched Gabby explore herself in front of me. 

“Then they kiss,” she said, as her lips met mine. She still had her hands on herself. Her kiss became more intense. She shuddered with a climax, as my lips were still exploring hers. I looked out to the lake, and saw the two women locked in a kiss without their hands showing above the water line.

Gabby recovered and looked out on the lake as well. “I want to go swimming again, but let’s wait until they’re done.” 

We watched. A few minutes later, both Bonnie and Janice left the lake. We both opened our last beer. It was 6:45. At best we had another hour or so before the busses took off. Also, it was time for Hal to call last dinner. We could smell the steaks cooking away. 

“Are you hungry?” I asked Gabby.

“I can eat any time,” she said.

“So can I.”

We walked out until it was waist high and them we swam out to the center. There was no one at the lake. Everyone was trying to get the perfect steak up at the pavilion. Gabby turned toward me and said, “Okay, Matt,” she did some body shaking and then said, “There you go. El Natural.”

I reached out and found her naked breast. It was large and soft. She smiled at me, as I reached out my other hand and found its twin.

“Yes, they tend to come in pairs,” she giggled. She reached down to my crotch. She found me still clothed.

“Are we going to do this or not?” she asked, very seriously.

I reached down and pulled off my pants.

She found me ready, willing and able. “Whoa. A big boy.”

“Don’t mess with me,” I said.

“You are definitely a big boy. Believe me,” she said, giving me a few tugs. “Remember earlier?” she said, as she wrapped her arms around my neck, and placed her womanhood on me. She wrapped her legs behind my thighs and positioned herself perfectly for me to slip inside her.

I closed my eyes, held her by the hips, and slid inside her. It felt like liquid velvet wrapped around my cock.

“Wow. You are big!” she said, in a low husky voice. She took a deep breath and started to slowly hump me in the water like Janice did to Erik. 

Gabby wasn’t a pretty girl, nor was she ugly. She was just plain, although she had nice gray eyes. I had my eyes closed as she humped me in the water. She stopped when she noticed I was in my own little world.

“You have to use the advice you were giving the men fucking Janice? Am I that bad looking?” she asked. She sounded very insulted.

“No, of course not. It just felt so good, that I had to close my eyes,” I answered, telling the truth.

“I want you to keep them open. If it winds up taking forever, then I know that you think the same of me as you do Janice.”

“If I cum too fast, then you’ll think the same as you thought of Erik,” I responded.

“I’ll know the difference,” she said.

I stopped for a second. I put myself in the proper mind-set and started to hump her as hard as she was humping me. She leaned her head against mine, looking me in the eyes. Small giggles came out of her when I smiled and kissed her on the nose. The sound was our breathing and the water gently lapping between us as her shoulders continuously breached the surface and submerged with her rhythm. The smile left her face, as she increased the tempo. She squinted, as she suddenly thrust herself on me hard. She gritted her teeth and her womanhood started grabbing at me as if to keep me inside her forever. Her look changed to one of utter surrender, and she buried her face in my neck, making small moaning sounds. Her body shivered and shook. I was already as close as you could get, when her womanhood stated milking me with its contractions. I pushed her hips away to free myself, as I emptied my balls into the water.

She kissed my neck and placed her lips next to my ear.

“So, I don’t turn you off?” she whispered.

“No, do I turn you off?” I whispered in return.
She squeezed her heavenly body on me in the middle of the lake. We heard a warning air horn blast from the busses. Fifteen minutes and you were on your own. 

“Let’s do that again,” she said, kissing my neck.

“We have to get ready to go,” I said.

“Uncle Hal told me about you 5 years ago. He has been badgering me to meet you since then. The more he bugged me, the more I wanted to avoid you. He wasn’t going to let me avoid you this time. He got my mother in the act. He set this all up today for us. Do you think he would leave us behind if things really got interesting between us?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but didn’t know what to say. 

“He has a limo for both you and me when we’re ready to leave.”

“Wait a minute. You mean we could stay here all night and we’d still have a ride?”

“Um hum,” she replied, sucking on my neck.

There was another air horn blast from the busses.

“Ten minutes,” said Gabby. “Then we’re going to be all alone!” She started to giggle.

We kissed again. She had a wonderful tongue, and my mind wandered.

“Let’s head up to the bank,” said Gabby.

We swam our way toward the lake edge. There was clapping coming from there. It was Janice.

“Why are you still here?” asked Gabby.

“I was sent as insurance. Hal wanted to make sure you two wound up together. I’d say that’s a done deal. What do you think?” asked Janice.

“What a skank,” I whispered into Gabby’s ear.

“Totally,” said, Gabby. “Janice, fuck off! We want to be alone!” said Gabby.

“Have fun!” she said, as she headed back to the busses. 

We stood on the grass by the lake, kissing and exploring each other’s mouths when the last warning blast was sounded. Soon the busses left. The sun was setting, and we were all alone. 

I turned and started further up the embankment to grab a towel, when Gabby asked, “Have you ever done it doggie style?”

“No, never,” I said, as I tossed the towel over my face and head to dry my hair.

She tackled me like I was a quarterback. 



Gabby's Homecoming



Gabrielle stepped off the evening flight from Montreal and strode into the waiting room of LaGuardia Airport, aiming for the cab stand to catch a ride into midtown. Then, a hand touched her arm.

"Excuse me, but I have a question, Miss...?"

"Lacorde," she answered. This man stopping her could only be authority, the asshole TSA or some cops.

"Miss Lacorde, I have a simple question. Just take a moment. Would you come with me and take off your clothes? It will be worth twenty dollars for your time."

She stepped back, astounded. "What do you think I am? A whore?" She stood tall and willowy at five-foot nine, with a waterfall of sleek black hair flowing over her shoulders. She braced her shoulders under the trim blue suit and shifted the carry-on bag. Thrusting out her breasts had intimidated many men.

This man was short enough that she stared horizontally into his dark eyes. He had a full head of black hair with little sweeps of gray, but was stocky, like a beer keg. Maybe thirty thirty-five years old. Big ears and a long nose. Merde! What the fuck was this guy thinking, hitting on her.

He smiled, not in the least disturbed. "What if I gave you," and he pulled out a roll of bills, "two thousand dollars? Would that change you mind?"

Gabrielle's mouth dropped open. Two thousand for taking off her clothes, something she did every night before she went to bed? "Two thousand." She wanted to confirm the agreement. To make sure she had heard right.

"I am on my way to see my fiancé," she said. "In Manhattan. He is expecting me."

"I understand." The man shrugged his shoulders in a gesture she recognized. "It will not take long, if you will follow me."

Gabrielle hesitated. Her dinner with Andre wasn't until eight o'clock. She would see him at the hotel. He would want to fuck her before she even had a drink. Andre was a prick, but a very rich prick. Fiancé, ha!

"Follow you to where?"

"A room. I have a key. I am an artist. I make pictures that sell for thousands of dollars. The airport has given me a commission."

"Pile on le bois sec," she said in Franglais. "Let's move."

He took her arm — the lower part, indicating he didn't possess her as a lover might, but as a possession. His grip was strong and she smelled something — a man scent that intrigued her, this barely acceptable man who seemed so in charge of everything.

"I remind you I have an appointment. And you said two thousand."

He only smiled and unlocked one of the anonymous doors that filled every airport, guiding her forward. Inside was an office without desks, just two chairs. "I think you can put your clothes on that chair, but the carpet seems very clean."

"Two thousand?" she asked.

"Of course. If you will let me, I'll take your jacket," and before she could object, he had slipped the silk jacket off her shoulders. "And the skirt."

This didn't faze her. She was used to Andre ripping her clothes off, screwing her in less than three minutes and then getting up to go to the salle de bain.

"Gabby, you have lovely breasts. They are like...."

"My name is Gabrielle. Pas de Gabby! And your name?"

"Oooh, sorry...Gabrielle. My name does not matter. Now your bra and panties, if I may."

"Your fingers are cold and clumsy." She pushed him away, unhooked her bra and kicked off her heels. It felt deliciously outré to feel the air conditioning waft over her nipples. She waited for this man to make his move before dropping her panties. If a woman loses her pussy, she loses everything, Grandmamma had said back in Trois Rivieres.

"Yes, but part of me is very hot. Let me show you."

Gabrielle inhaled sharply as the stranger dropped his pants and shorts. He had an immense cock, hanging limply like a dog sleeping on a porch until aroused.

"Ah, Mary and Jesus, you have a big thing. Maybe je prend le heart attack'"

"I am very proud of him. And, he knows all kinds of tricks. Let me show you." As he talked, he dropped his clothes to the office floor.

Gabrielle crossed her arms over her breasts and kept her knees close together. "So, I am naked. You want to — what? — take my picture? Quel drag. Where is your camera?"

"No, my dear, we are going to make love. I am an artist of fucking. I try to fuck at least one woman in every country, and you are number forty-four." He reached over and pulled her bikini panties down her white thighs to her ankles.

"You didn't say anything about fucking!"

"I saw it in your eyes, Gabby. Yes, I think you were called Gabby before you became so grown-up. So, close those eyes.... Close them! Open your legs and show me the pink inside your black bush."

"I don't think we.... I am not sure we should...." She couldn't finish her thought before his mouth had gone to her bush and a wet tongue parted her lips. Gabrielle felt the tongue enter her, beginning to explore, and she inhaled sharply. Two beefy hands went to her hips and then she was forced backward, gently, onto the carpeted floor of the office. She smelled man sweat and shampoo or scent. She felt his hairy chest cover her and the hands that grasped her ass. Now, she couldn't — wouldn't — open her eyes if she wanted to. What was happening was happening, and she had gone too far to try changing the event.

Unconsciously, she parted her knees and felt this man probe to find an entrance between her legs. Ah, Grandmamma, she thought, I am losing everything if this man gets inside my body! Now, she thought, he is going to plower mon driveway

Then the pressure came, hard and a little painful, as he pushed up against her most tender part and thrust himself inside her. It was a battering ram that was unlike even Andre's inept lovemaking. A spark of pain ran through her body and then the heavy man on her stomach was completely inside her, probing deeper into her guts. The hands were claws gripping her bubble ass and pulling her to him.

Unconsciously, she began responding — not wanting to give in to this mercenary bâtarde, but unable to keep her body's nervous system from responding to the sliding sensation of his manhood entering and retreating, again and again. Perspiration began dampening her forehead and then her breasts and stomach grew wet with sweat — hers and his, mixing in a slippery mixture as their loins and bellies slapped against each other.

She found herself exhaling noisily in an oof oof that matched his thrusts inside her vagina. The breaths came faster and anticipation caught in the back of her throat.

"Are you done yet?" The words were exhaled rather than spoken. And yet, a part of her wasn't ready to finish. A coal deep within her pelvis was glowing as he fanned it into life with his thrusts. She found herself being consumed by a heat growing from somewhere deep inside. Her brain — a small part of which had been counting the anticipated money — was coming unraveled.

She felt her wrists being pulled from his back where, unconsciously, her nails had been gouging into his muscle. They promptly found a grip lower on his back as his pounding on her pudendum lifted her hips up from the carpet. Her legs rose and bent at the knee, inviting his powerful manhood to penetrate deeper inside her, wishing it could reach her cervix and then invade all her guts in a paroxysm of ecstasy. Ah, what woman could resist when she was being held prisoner by the prong pinning her to the floor.

Grandmamma had told her there would be moments when you must let go of the horse and let it carry you wherever it wanted.

"Now!" she shouted in a long, drawn-out howl that sounded like "Naay-oo-w!" The familiar red mist of her climax was overwhelming her wet body. The horse was running away! Muscles in her belly jerked in contractions of mindless pleasure. Knees locked around his torso, her head was thrown forward and she found her teeth gripping his neck. She heard a sound, somewhere between a groan and a muffled scream, and realized it was her soul escaping in the paroxysm of exhilaration.

His ejaculations shot up into her womb, jerking repeatedly and mimicking her own contractions. Suddenly, Gabby realized that she had allowed him to penetrate her without a condom. A cold chill ran up her shoulders. Merde, she thought, the idea of two thousand dollars had made her crazy! She had to get out and find a place to douche, find a salle de bain where she could clean up before meeting that prick André.

"Ah, Gabby, Gabby," he said, withdrawing slowly from her, "you were magnificent." The man with no name took out a handkerchief to wipe his cock and then pulled up his pants.

"Two thousand." She was angry now. "Now!"

"With pleasure." He reached into his side pocket and pulled out the bills, fanned the hundreds and placed them in her hands. "Did you enjoy our little party as much as I did?"

"No!" she spit out the words.

"You should. You come highly recommended."

"Whaaat?" She stood up and arched her back, naked and unbelieving.

"How I chose you. You were recommended by Andre. Now, if you like, I will take you into the city for dinner, a nice hotel where you can refresh yourself, and then we can discuss our future — together. André said to tell you adieu et bonne chance. Goodbye and good luck, my dear."

"You...know...Andre?" The words stumbled out of her numb mouth.

He nodded. "May I suggest you come down from Montreal to visit me every few weeks? The money will be good. The lovemaking exceptional. We can call it a marriage of convenience."





Gabby's Tale



"Mommy I'm Home!" Gabriella yelled as she entered her home after school. At the echoing silence, Gabby could only shake her head and sigh. She remembered fondly how just a few short years ago that greeting meant a warm hug and conversation. Or an arm full of giggling little brother and an afternoon snack. But no longer. When a rampant childhood disease had taken Kevin away, it had taken her mother with it as well. Agatha began drinking from the moment she awoke. By the time Gabriella made it home in the afternoon, her mother was incoherent. 

Since the age of fourteen Gabby had been responsible for everything. She came home from school, and cooked dinner. Fortunately she had turned out to be a wonderful cook. And nor four years later she could get a nourishing, amazing tasting meal on the table in about an hour, spend the next hour doing her home work and be showered and ready for bed by the time her dad got in from the office. Today was no different. After preparing a dinner of restaurant quality chicken alfredo, and broccoli, she finished her homework, and headed up to take her shower. 

For some reason she paused and looked at herself in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door. She knew it was her home life and not her looks that had kept her out of the dating game at her high school. But every now and then, as any eighteen year old would, she needed to stop and verify that fact in her own head. 

What she saw did reassure her. While she was only of average height at 5'6", her legs were long and lean. She may have weighed a bit more than commonly recommended, but that weight gave her nice curves. Her stomach was very flat, and her waist slim. Her breasts and ass carried the extra 10-15 pounds a doctor might suggest she shed. With her trim 26-inch waist, her 38DD full, and high sitting breasts looked incredible with their long nipples of the darkest coral color. Her rounded but slender hips gave her bubbly ass a great home. 

With very long, very dark, very wavy, brown hair; her large almond shaped blue eyes took on an innocence that a Japanimation animator would die to achieve. She had a slim straight nose and a full, generous mouth topped with thick, soft lips. Her ivory skin was blemish free and warmly pale. She never got enough sun, but always managed to glow a bit. Gabby ran her hands over her luscious curves. She dressed conservatively. Making sure to down play her physical beauty. Though under the drab clothes she wore to make herself seem more unappealing to the boys at school, Gabby wore the best lingerie money could buy.

She never considered the fact that her daddy probably shouldn't allow her to own most of the lingerie she had, but Gabby was quite naive. Ever since Steven Herz became aware of all Agatha's drinking had dropped on his daughter, and the fact that she chose uber-conservative clothes so that she would be less popular, and not be tempted to socialize he began buying her the most beautiful lingerie she could find. It brightened the teen's whole day to know that while she may be unfashionable to their eyes, she at least had pretty things to enjoy. These were the reasons Steven gave her for the very unusual fact that he allowed her to dress so provocatively under her school clothes and around the house. 

2

The truth of the matter was that Steven was a very patient and determined man. Since his wife started drinking so heavily and turned over her duties to their daughter, he had been patiently waiting for the day Gabby could completely take over for Agatha. Not only did he plan to fuck his daughter, he fully intended to turn his angel into his own personal whore. A nubile, young fuck toy that would learn to find pleasure in his every whim.

As he drove home from work her considered his plans. His wife was a drunken mess who would never notice, Gabby was one week from graduation. And his company had agreed to his transfer to the much larger city where his daughter was attending college in the fall. And the house he was trying to purchase there was going into closing at a much lower price than he had budgeted for. The house was almost exactly the same as the one they would be leaving, 4 bedrooms 3 and 1/2 bathrooms, a nice big kitchen, but most importantly a completely finished basement. 

That night as he and Gabby ate dinner, and Agatha drank hers', Steven told an ecstatic Gabriella his news. "Your mother and I will be moving to Atlanta as well. I report to my new position down there in July. It means a great pay raise and well. You can stay with us if you'd like. I promise I won't do any of those Daddy things. No curfew, and no rules. You can come and go as you please and dress exactly as you like." Steven said the words but they were only lip service. By August, when classes began at Emory, he fully expected his daughter to dress and act only as he wanted. 

Other men in his situation might want their sluts to remain uneducated, but Steven was smarted than that. He wanted her to have options. He wanted his little girl to have a way out if she ever so desired. However, he fully intended to make sure that she never took the out. To make sure that not only was she so in his control that she never thought to get out, but also that she got such pleasure from being in his control that she never wanted out. Not to mention that in his new position he was going to have to do some entertaining, his wife was unable to play hostess for him, Gabby would have to. He'd train her for those situations as well. 

The next weeks passed quickly. Steven took his vacation time and he and Gabby got the house packed up. She graduated third in her class and garnered several scholarships. Steven left for a week to get the closing done and once he had the key he managed to surreptitiously decorate the basement as he deemed fit, before he had to return. By July first the Herzs had completed their move. Steven had 2 full weeks of his vacation left. He hadn't take more than a day or two since the passing of his son. He'd had a lot of accrued time. 

In Atlanta, after getting Agatha settled, and drunk, Steven and Gabby went shopping. She picked clothes much more daring than those she'd worn in previous years, but still more conservative than not. Steven picked out outfits fro her as well. Daring, revealing outfits that Gabby was sure she'd never feel comfortable enough to wear. And several dresses that were just the perfect combination of slut and angel that they were just the thing for her coming hostessing duties. 

When they got home Gabby couldn't wait to model her clothes for her daddy. This was a preexisting tradition Steven was happy to capitalize upon. Gabriella began with the outfits she had chosen. Fitted jeans, and tight tops, cleavage shirts, and demure skirts. Heeled boots, and strappy sandals. The little black cocktail dresses, and even a sapphire blue ball/opera gown. Then she moved into the clothes her father had chosen. Cunt flashing skirts, tight slacks, daisy duke shorts, tops cut to her navel. Sheer shirts, hooker boots, fuck me heels. Tanks tops and string bikinis, and under it all the most daring and risqué lingerie they could find. Then came the nightgowns. Sheerest white lawn nighties. Baby doll gowns in gauzy materials that highlighted rather than hid her pretty nipples, they skimmed the tops of her lithe thighs drawing attention to her panty-covered mons.

The next day Steven gave Gabby a surprise. A trip to a day spa. He'd given the people his specific requirements when he'd made the appointment. No more than two inches off her ass length hair, he wanted her eyebrows shaped, and her legs, underarms, and pussy completely waxed. Other than those specifications she could have whatever else she wanted. 

3 Gabby was having the time of her life. The people at the spa had been just wonderful. After the eyebrow shaping, and body waxing, they had let her have a kelp body wrap, and two different type of massages, Then they had done her hair, giving her deep auburn highlights, and trimming it up a bit. An honest to goodness make-up artist, had done her makeup. Showing her how to recreate the subtle, sultry day look, and the sexy, bolder night look. Even a truly sluttish but beautiful look. By the time she got home she felt superb. And Steven was ready. 

Gabby worried about her daddy lately. He was trying so hard not to seem sad but she knew he was. His smiles didn't reach his eyes anymore. The only time he seemed truly happy anymore was when they were shopping for her clothes and she was modeling them for him. She assumed that Daddy was happy making her happy, but she decided she wanted to do something to make daddy happy. She got all dressed up in one of her new outfits, the one that Steven had shown the best reaction to. She cooked his favorite dinner, and made him a virgin daiquiri. Daddy didn't drink anymore. He always said Gabby needed one sober parent. 

When daddy came up from the basement, it was all waiting for him. Gabby looked like sex on a stick. Her long hair was pulled back at the temples, giving you a clear look at her beautiful features. Her lips were berry kissed in a gloss that made them seem even fuller, juicier, more suckable, more fuckable. Her deep blue tank top pushed her tits up and together in a cleavage so deep, it seemed like a well. It stopped a full 3 inches above her low riding, hip hugging, cunt flashing jean skirt. Her long smooth legs look even longer with her pedicured feet encased in strappy sandals with 4-½ inch fuck me heels. 

On her way down stairs Agatha had managed to stir herself enough to tell her daughter she looked like a slut. But Gabby was used to the slurred insults from her mother. Agatha hated Gabby for still being alive when her precious little boy was dead. She usually told Gabby she looked like a thrice-damned nun. Agatha wasn't much on God anymore either. 

Gabriella served her daddy his dinner, not noticing the hot looks and the quick seemingly innocent touches. She wondered at how hot she was feeling. How heavy her pussy felt. How tight her nipples were. She loved the feeling. It was new to her. She'd been slightly aroused before, watching boys at school. Or on the TV. But this intensity was so strange to her it took her a lot of time to identify it. She didn't notice it when her daddy started to talk to her. Just simple every day conversation, but the tone, the depth of his voice was making her temperature rise. Her nipples were so hard they were pressing through the lace of her bra, and her shirt. The scrap of lace that she jokingly called a thong was soaking wet. 

4

Steven knew that the time was right. This time he had to make her think this was all her idea. But not enough so that she could think she was the one in control. Never that. His baby was gonna be his to control for a long time. Steven smiled to himself. He kept up his game for another hour after they finished dinner and moved to the living room to watch TV. Steven picked a slightly sexual movie. That soon had his inexperienced and already aroused daughter positively squirming in her seat. Finally she scooted over closer to her daddy. Right next to him slightly under his arm. Pressing her breasts into his arm. Steven hid his smile. It was time to go in for the kill.

"Baby girl. What are you doing?" "Nothing daddy." Gabby's voice was small. But she was too far gone, too horny and all she knew was that right or wrong it was her daddy making her feel this way. 

She pressed her hard nipples into his arm, again. Steven turned to her and pressed a deep kiss on her pouty lips. He licked at her tasting the berry flavor of her gloss, and the hidden sweetness that was just Gabby. He deepened the kiss. Frenching her and teaching her by example how to kiss him back. He pulled back. Breathing as heavily as she was. "Gabby, Gabby. We can't. It's not right. I shouldn't have even kissed you. But it's just been so long. Your mother-- I haven't had a soft touch from a woman since before Kevin died." Steven was apologizing in a way guaranteed to draw Gabby even closer to his web. 

"Daddy, its ok. No body has to know. I can do this for you. I don't mind." Gabby's voice was filled with need. 

"No Gabby it isn't right. I'm so sorry baby. But you look so beautiful. So sexy. Even as much as I want you, I can't do that to you. I'm not, baby it's been so long, I think my wants have gotten a bit twisted. The same old, normal things won't work for me. I've lived so long thinking of my perfect fantasies...I don't think I could settle for less."

"Its okay daddy. I can do it. Let me try." Gabby's voice took on a edge of desperation. There was no way she could go back to just being his little girl now. She was mortified. She'd tried to seduce her own father. If he didn't become her partner in crime she'd never be able to face him again.

Steven knew she was right where he wanted her. "Okay baby but lets go to the basement. I don't want your mother to hear anything." He guided her down the steps, there was one light on in the entrance way at the bottom of the stairs...once down there Steven turned on the light. Illuminating his playground. He guided her over to a black leather couch and together they sat down. 

Steven smiled was seductive, and yet chilling. "Baby I need you to listen to me. You have to do whatever I say. I know what we need, I know what you need to feel really good." Steven kissed her deeply his hands gripping her shoulders tightly. "Oh sweetheart. Daddy has to fuck you. You have to promise daddy that you won't leave him. I couldn't take it Gabby. Your mom left me as surely as if she had walked out of the door. I can't stand it if you left me too. I don't know what I'd do." 

Gabby stood up and sat in her Daddy's lap. "I'll never leave you Daddy. Ever. Nothing or Nobody could ever make me stop loving you. Now I'll do whatever you want. Whatever you tell me too. I love you and you are hurting. Let me make it better. I can do this."

"Oh Gabriella. Ok. But please remember I tried to warn you. From this moment on Gabby, You are Daddy's. Every inch of your skin is mine. Mine to lick, to bite, to suck, to fuck. You do everything I tell you. In the last five years I've had time to come up with a lot of fantasies, and we are gonna make each and every one of them a reality. You are my slut. In this house the only time you wear panties is when it's that time of the month. At school and in your classes you will be a consummate lady. Your schoolwork comes first. If you don't keep up your grades you will be punished. Other than that. You will do what I tell you when I tell you." Steven pitched his voice to make sure that each of his words would only increase Gabriella's state of arousal. 

Gabriella agreed to everything he said. Not actually hearing most of it. Steven pulled her head down into a harsh deep kiss. His hands found their way to her ass, and he gripped it firmly, roughly. He nipped at her lips. Introducing her to pleasurable pain. He stood with her, letting her legs fall to the floor. She came up on tiptoes to further the kiss. Steven slid his hands under her skirt. Kneading the firm flesh left naked by her barely there underwear, he gave her several light slaps. 

Gabby moaned into her father's mouth. Steven chuckled and pulled away. "You are my hot little slut. Your thong is soaked all the way though...even at the top. You are loving this. Getting felt up by your own daddy." Gabby shuddered as Steven slid a thick finger into her amazingly tight pussy. "Knowing that your daddy is gonna fuck you. Well baby not only am I gonna fuck you. I'm going to turn you into the best looking, cock sucking, pussy eating, pain whore of a cum slut the world has ever know. But it will be our little secret. Well ours and whoever I decide I want to watch you fuck." Steven finger fucked Gabby until she was pressed against him, panting and gasping. 

He pulled away smiling as she whined in disappointment. "On you knees. Slut." Steven was surprised at how quickly Gabby dropped to her knees. He unbuttoned his pants, and reached inside. His cock was long and hard. Thick and throbbing. Seeing it Gabby understood for the first time where the gene had come form that gave her the magnificent tits on her chest. Steven lightly stroked his 11 inches of heavily aroused cock. He smacked it against Gabby's thick pouty bottom lip a few times. "Kiss it. Ummm yeah. This is the head, the rest is the shaft, and below that are my balls. Lick the head. Suck it, like a lolly."

5

Gabby looked up at her daddy. The way he was speaking to her it both scared her and excited her. The more scared she became...the more excited. She followed his orders. It seemed as if something in her brain was hardwired that pleasing daddy gave her the greatest pleasure she would ever know. When he stopped giving orders and just started fucking her face, her cunt started to actually drip. When he forced his way into her throat, she exploded in pleasure. But suddenly he pulled out and away from her. Gabby couldn't stop herself and she actually crawled after him. Steven smiled down at her pleased. 

"Strip, slut." Steven commanded. Gabby did. She went slowly. But when she reached for her shoes her daddy stopped her. "Leave them on, go over to the couch. Bend down and rest your head on the seat." Gabby hurried to follow his orders. "Oh baby. I know this is your first time and I suppose I should make it slow and sweet. But your pretty little cunt is just begging for me to fuck it raw." She shivered in anticipation. Jumping when he slapped her ass, groaning when he slid his hand over her flank. He grabbed her hips in a tight grip of one hand. Using the free hand he lined his dick up with her tiny little hole, and pressed forward. Resolutely, forcefully. He buried his huge cock in her pussy, tearing pass her maidenhead with a force that took her breath away. "Awwwwww FUCK! God this is the tightest cunt I've ever fucked."

Gabby struggled to remain standing. She knew her daddy would be disappointed if she fell forward. She could fell her insides burning as they stretched to accommodate the large invader. She could feel her tears as they flowed down to the leather. But beyond that she felt the pleasure as her daddy fucked her fast and hard. He gave her no chance to get used to the big dick plowing in and out of her barely-yielding sheath. 6

Steven was struggling not to cum. It had been years since he had felt the inside of a woman's body, and his wife had never been this tight. Never been so willing to let him have his way. Sex with Agatha had always been about Agatha. This was different. Gabby was here for his pleasure, her own while it might have been great, was basically incidental. And god did it feel good. He kept fucking her. His hand moving from their punishing grip on her hips up hat stomach and ribs, to knead and maul her firm heaving tits. 

The second his hands hit her tits Gabby started to beg. "Please daddy, Please. Fuck me. I need it. I need more. Please hurt me daddy. I promised that I'd be your slut. I'll do whatever you want but please I need it." Steven smiled a feral smile. His fingers found their way to her nipples and he started to softly thump them, then to pinch, and pull them. Twisting them until he felt Gabby's whole body go completely rigid. Then she started to shudder, and shake. Her keening cries fueled his cruel lust. He fucked her harder, his fingers tightening brutally on her long coral nipples. 

Her cunt constricted almost painfully around his pounding cock. Steven pushed her head into the cushions of the couch and fucked her harder, until he could take no more. Gabby hadn't stopped cumming for the last 10 minutes. Steven ripped his cock out of the tightest pussy he'd ever known and pushed Gabby to the ground. 

He looked down at her, enflamed by what he saw, she was dazed, her fingers sought out her clit without her mind conscious to stop her, she rubbed furiously at her pussy. Cumming even more, the picture he made standing over her fully dressed, like she was just a little whore who wasn't even worth her getting undressed to fuck, it drove her crazy. And when he started to cum on her face she reveled in it. Each spurt of cum was large, and thick. It coated her face quickly. When he was done he made her sit there as he took pictures.