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Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 02

By: TheMadSonneteer



It had been one of those days; not so much physically draining, as psychologically. Ben felt as if he'd had his brains beaten out with a club for the last eight hours.

Isn't there a law that says Fridays should be easy days? he thought.

To make matters worse, he had originally taken the day off, but had to come in to "problem solve" for his client. Normally, he loved his job, but on days like this, he wondered if he was charging enough for his services.

"The world is full of idiots, and I have to deal with every single one of them," he swore out loud – not for the first time that day – as he climbed in his Jeep for the drive home.

He started the engine, reached over to a cluster of buttons on the dashboard, and opened all four windows simultaneously. Cool mid-September afternoon air flooded the cabin. He took a deep breath, in through his nose, and then out slowly through his mouth.

"First things, first," he said, reaching for the CD player. "This kind of day calls for The Boys!"

He pressed play, and then dropped the Jeep into drive as the distinctive first note of The Beatles' "A Hard Day's Night" sprang from the speakers.

"But when I get home to you, I find the things that you do, will make me feel alright..." Ben sang along, as his mind turned to Gaby.

Gabrielle would be at home waiting for him, he thought.

Tomorrow – Saturday – was her birthday. They'd be having dinner with Gaby's parents tomorrow evening. Tonight, however, they'd be having dinner and celebrating alone, hence his taking the day off.

"So much for the best laid plans of mice..." Ben said, as he turned the wheel and guided the Jeep to a parking spot in front of his trusty, regular florist.

Good thing I already bought her gifts.

The thought made him smile.

"Yes, her gifts," he said, with a short laugh.

"Hello, Ben," the florist said, as soon as Ben opened the door. "Special occasion, romantic weekend, or are you in trouble again?"

"Tommy, if I ever stopped getting in trouble, you'd be out of business, my friend," Ben answered.

"The usual, Ben?" Tommy asked.

"Nope, a dozen roses," Ben answered, "it's Gaby's birthday."

Within a few minutes, Ben was back on the road, with a slim lead on the afternoon rush hour.

When he arrived home, he could hear Gaby moving around in the kitchen.

"Hey, Babe," she called out.

"Hey," he answered. "How was your day?"

"It was good," she said. "Everything stayed pretty quiet."

He took a few steps and stood in the kitchen door. Gaby was standing in front of the sink, washing a glass. She wore only spandex shorts and a sports bra.

Ben moved up behind Gaby and placed the roses on the counter next to her.

"Happy birthday, Babe," he said.

He reached out, took hold of her shoulders, and pulled her backward slightly, as he leaned forward against her.

"You know it drives me crazy when you dress like this," he said.

"I know, but I can't exercise in full battle armor, just to keep you from getting a hard-on," she giggled.

He leaned in closer and kissed the side of her neck.

"Ohhh, I've been needing that," she cooed.

As he continued to kiss her neck, Ben slowly slid his hands off her shoulders, downward to her breasts, cupping them with his fingers and running his thumbs across her nipples.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" she whispered.

He pulled his lips away from her neck.

"Hmmm, judging by how fast your nipples are getting hard, I'm turning you on," he answered, with a smile.

"Well, cut it out," she said firmly. "You need to take a shower and get dressed, so we can get to Giuseppe's on time."

He continued holding her and kissing her neck.

"Mmmm, dinner can wait," he mumbled.

She moved her hands up to his and squeezed them. He pulled her back against his body.

She let out a long sigh as he trailed his tongue down to her shoulder, but then her body straightened and she pulled his hands away from her breasts.

"No way," she said, "no dessert until after dinner! Go take your shower."

"Tease," he said, as he took a step back from her.

She turned to face him as he slowly walked toward the kitchen door.

"You'd better make it a cold one," she said, as she laughed and stuck out her tongue.

Ben didn't follow her suggestion regarding the temperature of the water. He let hot water run over his body for a long time; feeling it wash away the last of the day's stress. He took his time, hoping that Gaby would come join him, but she didn't.

Slightly disappointed, but looking forward to returning home after dinner, he dried off slowly.

He wrapped the towel around his waist, opened the bathroom door, and took the three strides required for him to reach the bedroom door. He stopped dead in the doorway...

On the other side of the bedroom, Gaby stood next to a taller woman. They were both facing away from him – looking at themselves in the mirror hung on the closet door – so they didn't see him. They were dressed nearly identically.

Gabrielle wore a short, low-cut, form-fitting little black dress. On her feet, she wore a pair of black three-inch heels with straps that ran up – crisscrossing – to the middle of her calves. Her legs were covered in black thigh-highs. Her lower arms were encased in black, elbow length, satin opera gloves. In the mirror, Ben could see that she had a choker around her neck and black sunglasses hiding her eyes. To top off the entire ensemble, she wore a neon pink bob cut wig to cover her brunette hair. Ben even knew what he couldn't see...what she had on underneath. He knew she wore a sheer, black thong underneath that sexy LBD.

He knew this because he had bought this entire outfit for her as a birthday present. A few weeks earlier, on a day Ben knew Gaby had to work late, he had surreptitiously gathered all the information he required regarding the size of each article of clothing he needed to purchase. He already knew the locations of the stores he would need to visit to find them all. He'd taken all the items from the several bags he had collected during his shopping trip, and placed them all in one large box, tied a red bow around it, and placed it in the back of the closet – not really hiding it – with a note attached that read, "Do Not Open – this means you, Gaby." He had intended to give it to Gaby after her birthday dinner.

Despite wearing the same type of sunglasses as Gaby, and a neon purple wig, Ben recognized the woman next to Gaby. It was Whitney, their neighbor from down the hall. Normally, she stood just a hair under 5'10", but in the calf-high boots she wore, she reached six feet. She had slightly pouty lips, which Ben could see reflected in the mirror, and the curve of her ass was unmistakable – Ben had seen her in tight jeans more than enough times to remember it well.

Whitney's dress was skin-tight, though it came farther down her legs than Gaby's did. Her black stockings had a diamond pattern to them. And, like Gaby, she wore opera gloves and a choker.

"I guess my warning didn't help," Ben said.

Both women jumped slightly, startled by his voice.

They turned to face him.

"You know me," Gaby said, "I can't stand not knowing what's inside the box."

"Yes," Ben said, "but I only remember buying one of those outfits."

"Well, last week, I found the box" Gaby began. "I opened it and tried on the outfit."

"Hmmm, so much for the surprise," Ben said.

"I thought I'd spring a little surprise on you," Gaby said with a smile. "Whitney is kind of my birthday present to myself."

Whitney smiled at Ben and let her eyes move slowly down to the towel wrapped around his waist.

"We went out last weekend and bought all the stuff she needed for her outfit to match mine," Gaby continued.

"And are you going to share your present?" Ben asked.

"I'm sure we can work something out...if you ask nicely," she answered.

"What about our dinner reservations?" he asked.

"Don't you think you should get dressed first?" Gaby asked. "I'm pretty sure Joey has a 'No Shirt, No Shoes, No Service' rule at his place."

"Oh, I thought we were going to skip straight to dessert," Ben said.

He took another step into the room.

"Uh huh, I'm sure you did, my dear," Gaby said, rolling her eyes. "But you owe me a birthday dinner. Get dressed!"

Ben pulled the damp towel from around his waist and flung it into the hamper as he walked across the room to his dresser.

"Are you two going to get ready?" he asked.

"We are ready," Whitney said, staring at his cock, which was already three-quarters erect.

"You're going like that?" he asked.

"Why not?" Gaby asked. "What's wrong with the way we're dressed?"

"Not a thing to my eyes," Ben said, as he pulled his boxer-briefs on.

The two women sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Ben.

"What?" he said, when he saw them looking at him, "are you going to watch me get dressed."

They nodded and smiled.

"OK," he said, laughing, "but I only take tens and credit cards, no singles!"

"Oh, Baby, put it on," Gaby teased, as Ben slowly pulled his pants on.

Whitney giggled, but didn't take her eyes off Ben.

It didn't take him long to dress. As he finished preparing, he turned toward his dresser. In the mirror, he could see Gaby and Whiney looking at each other and whispering. Being momentarily unobserved, he slipped his hand inside the top drawer. He pulled a small, black velvet box from behind a few pairs of socks and quickly slipped it in his pants pocket.

"OK, I'm ready," he said, as he turned to face the ladies.

"I certainly hope so," Gaby said, as the two stood up and walked toward the bedroom door.

Gaby decided that they'd take Ben's Jeep to the restaurant. Ben opened the driver's side back door for Whitney. She stepped up and in, then slid across the bench seat as Gaby got in after her. They both smiled at Ben as he closed the door.

Their table was waiting when they arrived at Giuseppe's. As the waiter led them to their seats, every eye was fixed on Gabrielle and Whitney. The men tried not to stare in front of their wives and girlfriends. Many of those women "tsk-tsk'ed," and more than one made a comment regarding, "those tramps beings allowed to dine at this establishment."

As the three pondered what to order, the waiter poured wine for the ladies. He gave Ben a sideways look, as if he were thinking, you lucky bastard!

Not long after their dinner arrived, the owner of the restaurant – a longtime friend of both Ben and Gabrielle – came out to say hello, and to wish Gaby a happy birthday.

He didn't stay long and returned to the kitchen after giving Ben a knowing wink.

The three made small talk while they ate. Ben noticed that neither of the girls had a second glass of wine. And, over dessert, Gaby and Whitney decided they wanted to go dancing.

The club – a place Whitney suggested – was perfect: crowded, loud, and dark. After waiting a few minutes, they were able to get a booth in a back corner.

Leaving Ben at the table to order drinks, Gaby and Whitney moved toward the dance floor, holding hands.

As he watched, the girls danced to three songs, steadily moving closer to each other. By the end of the third song they were holding each other close and moving their hips together.

They came back to the booth and slid in next to Ben, one on either side of him. They both leaned against him. Their skin was hot and slightly damp from sweating.

"Did you miss us?" Gaby teased.

"Like the shore misses the tide...like the leaves on a tree miss the wind," Ben said, looking in her eyes.

"Oh, God," Whitney said.

"I warned you he was sappy," Gaby said above the music.

Ben smiled at Gaby.

"Hot out there?" he asked.

"Very, I needed this," she said, reaching for her drink.

He turned to face Whitney.

"Did you have fun out there?" he asked.

She didn't hear his question over the music. He moved his face closer to her ear to repeat himself.

"Oh, yeah, Gaby's a great dancer...she moves so well," she answered. "But I guess you already know that."

When the two women were ready to dance again, they dragged Ben onto the floor with them. They began dancing close, pressing their bodies against him, and each other. They teased Ben. Each time he reached out to hold either of them, they'd push away his hands and nimbly move just out of his reach. As the song continued, the women took turns dancing closer to him, then moving away, still without allowing him to touch them.

When the song came to an end, Ben went back to the booth, while Gaby and Whitney headed for the restroom.

Ben ordered another round of drinks, which arrived just after the girls returned to the dance floor. They danced to one more song before slowly walking back to the booth, holding hands.

They slid into the booth, this time both on the same side – Gaby sat next to him, with Whitney on the other side of her. He handed Whitney her drink.

"I think we should head home after this drink," Gaby said to Whitney.

Whitney nodded as she sipped her Rum and Coke.

"What do you think, Baby?" Gaby asked, turning to Ben and sliding a hand to his inner thigh.

"Sounds good to me," he answered, while looking at Whit.

She smiled at him.

Ben again held the Jeep door open for the ladies. Whitney entered first, sliding over to the passenger's side. Both Ben and Gaby watched her ass as she climbed in. Gaby turned and smiled at Ben. She got in, but before she let Ben close the door, she grabbed him and pulled his body toward hers. She kissed him deeply.

As he kissed back, she wrapped her arms around him and turned her body so that her knees were on the seat. She was leaning out of the Jeep slightly and he wrapped his arms around her.

Suddenly, Gaby's body jumped and she let out a yelp, breaking their kiss.

Ben looked at her.

"Whitney grabbed my ass," she told Ben.

He laughed as he settled Gaby back in her seat. Then he leaned across her body toward Whitney.

"Hey, Lady, that's my girlfriend," he told her.

Whitney smiled at him.

"Not for much longer if you don't get us home quickly," she said.

Ben backed out, closed the door, and turned to climb in the driver's seat.

When he looked in the rearview mirror, he saw Gaby and Whitney in the middle of the back seat, kissing, their arms wrapped tightly around each other.

After pulling out of the parking lot, Ben adjusted the mirror so he could see as much as possible of the activities in the backseat.

Whitney had moved her mouth to Gaby's neck – one of her most sensitive spots – and her hands to Gaby's breasts. She squeezed Gaby hard, making her moan softly.

Again kissing Gaby's mouth, Whitney let her right hand slide down Gaby's body toward her lap. Although Ben couldn't see where Whitney's hand went, judging by the look that swept over Gaby's face, he had a pretty good idea.

Gaby broke their kiss. Her head fell back and she let out a gasp.

Ben struggled to concentrate on the road ahead while his eyes fixated on the rearview mirror. He watched Whitney slowly back away from Gaby as Gaby slid her ass toward the passengers side and then laid down on the back seat.

Ben adjusted the mirror again, and tried to raise himself in his seat, but he could no longer see Gaby. He saw Whitney's arms moving, and he caught a flash of Gaby's knees in his mirror. Moments later, a pair of black panties flew between the seats and hit the dashboard.

Gaby's left foot followed her underwear between the seats – coming to rest on the center console, beside Ben. Ben picked up the panties and draped them over the gearshift, then ran his fingers over Gaby's ankle.

Whitney turned her body and dropped to her knees on the floor of the back seat. She leaned over, lowering her head into Gaby's lap.

Gaby gasped when Whitney tongue touched her inner thigh, and Ben turned his head to catch a glimpse of them.

Inside a darkened police car, an officer observed the Jeep weave slightly several times as it came up the road, passed, and continued on. Thinking this would be a DUI stop, the officer flipped on the lights and pulled out to follow the Jeep.

It took only a few seconds to catch up.

Ben, though still having a difficult time concentrating, saw the police car pull up behind him and swore to himself as he moved to the side of the road.

As he brought the Jeep to a stop on the shoulder, Whitney's tongue touched Gaby's clit for the first time.

Gaby cried out and grabbed at the seat back.

Ben quickly turned to tell the girls about the cop.

Whitney leaned back slowly and looked at Ben.

"Don't stop," Gaby nearly yelled.

"Baby, there's a cop behind us," Ben told her.

It took a few moments for his statement to register in her mind.

"What did you do?" she asked, finally.

"I don't know," he answered, "just be cool and don't make any sudden movements."

As Ben lowered the driver's window, Gaby tried to push her dress back down over her hips.

The officer slowly walked up beside the Jeep. The beam of a flashlight lit the inside of the vehicle partially blinding Gaby as she lay sprawled across the backseat. Whitney, wiping Gaby's juices from her chin with one hand, shielded her eyes with the other.

"Tell him I'll blow him if he lets us go," Whitney said, with a laugh.

"I don't think that's going to help in this case," Ben told her.

"Why not?"

"License and registration, please," a decidedly female voice demanded.

"Certainly," Ben said. "What did I do, Officer?"

"I observed your vehicle weaving as you drove past me. Have you been drinking this evening, Sir?"

"No, Ma'am," he answered immediately, "I don't drink alcohol."

As Ben reached to retrieve the requested documents, Whitney leaned her head between the front seats.

"Mmmm, tell her we've been bad and need to be handcuffed," she cooed.

The officer looked at Whitney and then into the backseat at Gaby.

"I'm sorry, Officer," Ben said, "I was a bit distracted and not paying enough attention to the road."

Ben handed over his information. The officer examined the license for a few moments, moving her flashlight between the card and Ben's face.

She noticed the panties wrapped around the gearshift.

"Are those two OK?" she asked, motioning toward the back of the Jeep with her flashlight.

"Oh, yes, they've had a few drinks, and now we're on our way home," Ben told her.

"Mmmm, hmmm," the officer said. "And, you haven't had anything?"

"Not a drop, Officer," Ben said, "I'm the designated driver."

"More like the designated dick," a voice said from the backseat.

The statement was followed by giggling.

Ben sighed and looked at the cop helplessly. He thought he saw a grin momentary crease one corner of her mouth.

The cop aimed the beam of the flashlight into the backseat one more time.

"I'm going to let you go with a warning, Sir," she told Ben.

She handed his documents in the window.

"Please pay more attention to the road so you can get home alive."

"Yes, Ma'am; thank you," Ben said, as the officer walked back toward her patrol car.

He exhaled a long, loud breath.

"You bad boy," he heard Gaby say.

"Yeah, I'm a regular John Dillinger," Ben laughed.

He put the Jeep in gear and pulled back onto the road.

"That cop was hot," Whitney said. "We should have invited her to join us."

Gaby reached up and pulled Whitney down on top of her.

The cop followed them for several blocks, and then turned off. The rest of the trip home was uneventful – aside from the moans emanating from the backseat as Whitney finished making Gaby cum with her fingers and mouth.

When Ben pulled in his parking space, Gaby and Whitney didn't wait for him to open the Jeep door for them. They climbed out the passenger's side door and almost ran toward the back door of the apartment building. Ben removed Gaby's panties from the gearshift and followed slowly, searching in the semi-dark for the key he needed to get in. He found Gaby and Whitney leaning against the brick wall next to the door, kissing.


Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 01



I

Ben heard her shut off the water in the shower and moved quietly, almost tip-toeing, to the bathroom door. He could hear Gabrielle going through her post-shower routine: drying off, rubbing lotion over her entire body, putting her beautiful, mid-back length, dark-brown hair up in a towel, as she sang – off-key – with the radio. He leaned against the doorframe and imagined her hands moving over her soft dark-olive skin, and the way she'd smell when she came out. The music finally stopped and he heard her walking toward the bathroom door. He got ready.

She opened the door slowly. She was wearing a short, black silk robe, with the sash tied loosely in a bow. And, as he expected, her hair was wrapped up in a towel. She jumped a bit when she saw him standing there; he'd startled her, as he'd intended.

"You big dope, you just scared the Hell out of me!" she gasped.

He looked at her the way a wolf looks at a rabbit at dinnertime, staring into her soft, brown eyes as she reached out and to give him a half-hearted punch in the stomach.

"Big dummy," she said, as she turned to walk down the hallway toward the bedroom.

He reached out and grabbed her shoulder. He pulled her backward and spun her sideways to push her up against the wall. She resisted, but her petite, 5'2" frame was no match for his heavy, 6'3" build. He pushed his body against hers to overcome her initial resistance and that caused her to hit the wall harder than he'd wanted. She gasped again as her back hit the wall and he pinned her there with his body. She looked up at him and he saw a fire ignite in her eyes.

She opened her mouth to yell, "What the He..." but he mashed his mouth against hers.

He kissed her deeply as she squealed and tried to wiggle loose. She banged her fists into his shoulder blades, but it only took a few seconds for her to realize the futility of resisting. She stopped hitting him and began kissing him back.

He slowly moved his mouth away from hers, and took a step backward. She immediately made a half-hearted attempt to break free of his grip. He pulled her away from the wall slightly, and spun her around. He pushed her against the wall again, face first; putting one strong hand in the middle of her back to hold her in place. She moved her hands to the wall, trying to push back against him, and turned her head to look at him as he moved his free hand around her waist to untie the sash of her robe. Once untied, he grabbed the back of the sash and twisted it around his hand, pulling it completely out of the robe.

He quickly grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms behind her back. Her eyes went wide when she realized what he had planned, and again she tried to pull her hands free. He leaned one shoulder against her, to hold her in place, and carefully tied her wrists together with the silk sash of her robe.

"Please, don't hurt me," she whispered, as he ran his hands up her arms to the collar of her robe.

She was breathing hard, but the look in her eyes told him that she wasn't really afraid. It was almost as if she was eagerly anticipating what would happen next. He grabbed the collar of her robe and pulled the silk over her shoulders and down to her bound wrists.

He shifted his body so that he had one leg on either side of her and then reached up to pull the towel off her head. Her damp hair spilled down across her face, her shoulders, and her back, and he moved in closer to take in the fragrance of it. He could feel her hands – pressed between their bodies – groping at the front of his jeans; and even through the denim of the jeans and the silk tangle of her robe, he could feel her fingers rubbing against his cock.

He reached up with his left hand and gently pulled her hair to the side, exposing the back of her neck to his kiss. The smell of her hair and the lotion on her body, combined with the sound of her breathing, was already driving him crazy. He wanted nothing more than to open his jeans and plunge himself inside her, sink into her – become completely enveloped by her – but he knew that he had to control himself.

As he continued to kiss her neck and shoulders, he slid his right hand down over her hip and then slowly around to her lower belly; feeling her flesh react to his touch. Her breathing quickened in expectation, but he teased her a bit by moving his hand down to her thigh, and she let out an almost impatient moan as his fingers traced their way over her the top of her leg. He smiled slightly.

He began to trail his tongue down her spine to the space between her shoulder blades. Taking his time, stopping to kiss and gently bite the soft skin of her back. She jumped and she let out another small gasp each time he did.

"Stop teasing me," she hissed, as he moved his hand back to her belly, once again passing over the spot where he knew she wanted him to touch her.

He released her hair – letting it fall across her left shoulder and her back – and gently knelt down behind her. He moved his hands to her hips, and held her in place as he continued kissing his way down her back. By the time he reached the small of her back – one of his favorite spots on her body – she was trembling in his hands. He opened his eyes to admire the Spanish-style cross – one of several tattoos on her body – located just above a faint tan-line.

He moved his left hand to the tangle of silk around her wrists and gently pushed it upward. This moved her arms and the bottom of her robe upward, leaving her wonderful ass naked in front of him. He leaned in and gently bit her right cheek. She jumped again. She tried to turn herself around, but he exerted a little more pressure against the small of her back with his left arm, and she remained pinned against the wall.

As she struggled against him, he moved his right hand off her hip and down between her legs. He traced his fingers along her lips, and then lightly across her clit. Her entire body tensed and she exhaled what seemed like every molecule of oxygen in her body!

He slid his fingers over her clit again and she gasped.

"Oh, God, Baby, do it!" she groaned. "Don't tease me anymore!"

He slowly slid his fingers back to her lips, teasing her a bit more. She was already wet and his fingers were becoming slippery with her juices. He slowly trailed his tongue downward along the curve of her ass.

Gently, he slid his forefinger inside her, and she let out a long, low moan of satisfaction. She was finally getting a little of what she wanted from him. He slowly moved his finger in and out, left and right, and around in small circles; feeling her body respond to each movement. He didn't wait long before sliding a second finger inside her while angling his arm – somewhat awkwardly – to brush her clit with his thumb.

"Yesssss, that's it, baby. Right there!" she said, in a magnificently erotic half-moan/half-cry.

He released her arms – he knew she wouldn't fight him anymore – and moved his left hand to the cleft of her beautiful ass. Using his thumb and forefinger, he spread her cheeks apart slightly. He tilted his head to the right and pushed his face into her ass while sliding his tongue farther in.

She instantly rose up on her tip-toes trying to escape this new sensation.

"What are you doing?" she gasped!

She pushed herself upward, trying to lift herself away from him, and he thought that – if her hands were free – she would've dug her fingers into the sheetrock to climb the wall. But gravity and her bound hands conspired to keep her in his grasp. He kept his face against her skin, and pushed his tongue between her cheeks, toward her tiny hole.

"¡Oh, Dios mío!" she cried out as his tongue found its target.

He'd never done that to her before – never done it to anyone before – but he'd always wanted to do it to her...for her. And, he knew from past experience that when she lapsed into Spanish – her native tongue – that she was completely lost in the moment and that the coming orgasm would be explosive.

"¿Qué estás haciendo a mí?" she cried out, as he flicked his tongue against her hole.

Her body began to writhe around and he could barely control her with his hands between her legs as they were, but he held her against the wall as best he could and continued pushing his tongue between her gorgeous cheeks.

"Oh...oh, Dios, que se siente bebé tan bueno! ¡Oh, Dios, hacerlo bebé!"

Her voice and tone had changed. She was no longer begging...she was commanding!

He moved his fingers in and out of her faster, building quickly toward detonation.

"Oh, sí, es lamer!" she growled at him, between moans. "Hacer que me corra, Baby!"

Instead of wiggling to escape his tongue, now she tried to arch her hips backward, grinding her cheeks against his face. She grabbed at his hair – too short to pull – with her fingers, and when she couldn't get a hold of any, she balled up her hands into fists as tremors began to run through her body.

She let out a long, low moan as her body shook and convulsed against his. He had to struggle to keep his tongue on her and his fingers inside her. Her vaginal muscles clenched his fingers so tightly that he could barely move them inside her – though he didn't stop trying. He was able to give her a few more quick stabs with his tongue before her entire body bucked violently and she screamed out something unintelligible, which – given the aforementioned moaning, shaking, and convulsing – he felt fairly confident could be taken as a good sign.

Her orgasm seemed like it lasted for a full two minutes – and he loved every second of it! He continued to move his tongue and fingers on her, trying to prolong her pleasure...and his own.

She slowly came back to earth, and as she did her knees began to buckle slightly. He quickly moved his left hand from her ass to her left hip to support her.

As the tremors diminished and her breathing slowed, he gently slid his fingers out of her. She gasped as he slid his slick fingers over her clit.

"You bastard!" she said.

He slowly rose from his knees and pushed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall again. Then he reached up with his left hand, grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled! Being careful not to hurt her, he pulled just hard enough so that she had no choice but to let her head come back, exposing her neck.

"What did you say?" he asked, reasonably.

"You son of a bit..."

He pulled a little harder.

"What?"

She turned her head slowly to face him.

"You know how sensitive I am after I cum that hard," she said.

"Oh, so you wouldn't want me to slide my fingers over your clit again?" he asked, as he proceeded to do that very thing.

Her body jumped at his touch, but between his body and the wall, she had nowhere to go.

"Noooooo," she moaned. "Give me a minute to recover."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk...who's in charge here?" he asked, and moved his fingers down her lips slowly.

He moved in to kiss and gently bite her neck. And he continued to move his fingers up and down her wet lips, feeling the tremors returning to her body already.

Ah, the wonderful sexual magic of a multi-orgasmic woman, he thought to himself, and smiled.

"Pleeeease," she said, whispering her plea in his ear.

"Please, what?" he asked.

He moved his fingers faster, and angled his thumb to rub her clit.

She gasped and her body jumped again.

"Hmmm? Tell me what you want, baby!" he said. "Do you want me to make you cum again?"

He already knew the answer. She was already getting close again.

He released her hair and moved his left hand around her shoulder to fondle one of her perfect B-cup breasts.

"Yessss, make me cum, Baby! Don't stop!"

He could feel her trying to grab his cock, but the jeans made it impossible for her to do anything but rub him, though her efforts were certainly having an effect! His cock was straining against the front of his pants!

After a few more seconds, she began breathing in short, sharp gasps, and her body began to convulse again. He kept his fingers on her, but stopped moving them, and supported her in his arms as her second orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave.

He was breathing hard. As he supported her body, he tried to slow his racing heart, and control the fire in other parts of his body. The temperature in the hallway seemed to have climbed dramatically, and a fine sheen of sweat had developed on both their bodies.

She recovered from her second orgasm somewhat faster than she did the first. As he moved in to kiss her neck again, she turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder. He'd seen this look in her eyes before...it was a look that meant they wouldn't be finished here until neither of them could walk straight for three days! And they were both going to love it!

"I want you to put that fucking cock inside me, right now!" she demanded, squeezing the front of his jeans hard.

He let her go and took a step back, while moving his hands to the front of his pants to unbuckle his belt. She quickly turned around and pushed her body against his, lifting herself up on her tip-toes to kiss his neck.

His belt unbuckled, he fumbled with the button fly as she slid her face down to his chest and bit his right nipple through his t-shirt!

"AHHH!" he screamed. "Bitch!"

"Awww, poor baby," she said, looking up at him and making a pouty face. "What's the matter, can't take a little pain yourself?"

She moved her mouth toward his chest again, but he grabbed her neck with his left hand and pushed her back against the wall. He squeezed her pretty, little neck...just hard enough to let her know that he was still in charge. She stared into his eyes, gave him her best sly, sexy grin, and slowly slid her tongue out to lick her lips. The tables had turned! He had her neck in his hand, but she was now the one in control!

He held her in place as he awkwardly finished getting his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped with his free hand. He opened the front and pushed them down slightly, finally freeing his cock from the torture of being closed in. He moved against her and leaned down to kiss her mouth. She kissed him back, hard, as he wrapped his arms around her, pressing his cock against the warm, moist skin of her stomach.

He slid his hands down her back, cupped them under her ass, and then lifted her petite body upward. She wrapped her legs around him and leaned her upper body against his. She pulled her hands – which were never tied very tightly – from behind her back, and wrapped them around his neck, letting her robe fall to the floor at their feet.

He moved to once again pin her between his body and the wall, and carefully moved his right hand from her ass to guide his cock toward her sex. As he did, she tightened her grip on his neck.

"Don't worry, I won't drop you!" he whispered.

"I know baby...just go slow," she said, and kissed his neck.

Ben knew he was no porn star, but he was above-average in length and thickness – depending on which "expert" you chose to believe, well above-average – and Gabrielle was so petite that plenty of lube and patience were usually required just as things were really heating up. Ben had to admit, he was no longer a spring chicken either. The days of crazy positions – going through the Kama Sutra page by page – were long behind him. But, right there, right then, none of that mattered.

Feeling much less secure about this precarious balancing act than he let on, he slid his cock up and down her lips a few times, getting it wet with her juices. He watched her eyes go wide as he rubbed the head over her clit.

"You're teasing me again!" she moaned.

"Me?" he asked innocently. "No, I don't tease!"

She dug her nails into his back.

"Put that fucking cock inside me, right now," she hissed in his ear!

He slowly moved himself between her lips. Her mouth opened wide, but she held her breath, as the head slid inside her. He slowly moved a little farther inside her...and then pulled back, leaving only the head inside...then pushed just a bit farther in; each gentle thrust lubricated more of himself with her wetness, and made him crazier as he felt the heat of her enveloping him.

She moved her hands to the sides of his face and put the tip of her nose to his. They stared into each other's eyes as he worked his way deeper and deeper inside her, carefully letting her body adjust to the thickness of his cock. She timed her breaths with his gentle thrusts, and soon they were breathing in unison. It took several minutes to work the entire length inside her.

He began moving his cock in and out – setting a slow pace at first – then gradually increasing the speed and the force of his thrusts. She closed her eyes, but he kept his open to watch her beautiful face as she rode him.

They kept up a steady rhythm for about ten minutes, and they were both close to cumming – her for the third time – when they heard a loud knock on the apartment door – mere feet from where they were standing in the hallway.

Her eyes popped open as he stopped thrusting into her.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "Don't stop, I'm almost..."

"Shhh, someone's at the door," he whispered.

"Who the fuck..." she whispered, breathlessly.

Neither of them moved a muscle as they silently stared into each other's eyes for several moments.

"Hello, is anybody home?" a voice called out from the other side of the door.

It was nosey, old Mrs. Moynahan, the building gossip. She lived in the apartment next door and routinely sought to insert herself in their business. Mrs. M regularly, and loudly, proclaimed that she would not repeat gossip...so you'd better listen closely the first time she told a story.

As Ben stood still, trying to keep his weight carefully balanced so the hardwood floor wouldn't creak, Gaby began moving against him, using her legs and arms to move herself up and down on his still-hard cock.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"I'm trying to cum," she answered, as she dug her heels into his buttocks.

"Is everything OK? I thought I heard some strange noises a few minutes ago," the irritating voice continued from the other side of the door, and more knocks echoed in the hallway.

"Stop," he said, quietly. "If she hears us, she'll knock all day!"

She moved her hands to the back of his head and grabbed what little hair she could.

"If you don't make me cum again, right-fucking-now, I will scream at the top of my lungs and she can stand out there and knock until Christmas!"

It only took another minute – and two more sets of knocks – before Gaby was gasping for breath and Ben felt her cunt grip his cock like a vise. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and let out a long sigh.

"I'm gonna cum again," she whispered. "Don't stop...don't stop...don't stoooooop!"

She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and dug her nails into his shoulder blades, as she continued moving her hips against his.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cu..." she began, but Ben quieted her by covering her mouth with his, as the tremors began running through her body again.

He held her tightly as the tremors escalated to sharp convulsions, and she gasped for breath. As she came, the muscles of her pussy tried to squeeze Ben out of her, and she quickly lowered herself all the way down the length of his cock in a desperate struggle to keep it deep inside her.

It was all Ben could do to hold on to her and keep his balance – and do it quietly – because all he wanted to do is explode inside her – screaming out loud as he did so.

She kept her arms and legs wrapped around him for several minutes, until her body stopped shaking and her breathing slowed. The heat of her wrapped around him was driving Ben crazy, and he could feel her juices running down his balls onto his thighs.

"Are you OK, Baby?" he whispered, in a voice much steadier than he thought possible.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 01



He tried to move slightly to ease his aching back.

"No, noooo, don't move," she gasped.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Nothing...nothing!" she said. "But, if you move I'm gonna cum again."

"And this is a bad thing?" he asked with a smile.

"Just let me calm down a little bit, please," she pleaded.

They stayed there for another few minutes. The knocking had stopped and it was quiet in the hallway.

"It sounds like Mrs. M. gave up," he whispered.

Gaby turned her face away from him, but Ben could see part of a smile on the edge of her mouth.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing."

"Tell me," he said.

"No."

Her face started to turn red.

"You're embarrassed," he said.

She laughed a little.

"Yes," she answered.

"Why?" he asked. "What is there to be embarrassed about?"

She turned to look him in the eye.

"Because you turned me into a monster, Ben," she said. "I just wanted to cum again, and I wasn't going to let you or that old bitch stop me!"

"And, you cheated," he said.

"I did not!" she retorted, smiling. "It doesn't say anything in the 'rule book' about not being heard by Mrs. M."

"Mmmm, well, that's three," he said.

"Oh, keeping score are we?" she said, breathlessly.

"Well, just keeping track of how many you owe me," he said. "I would've had one already, if it hadn't been for that old bat!"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to pay off that tab," she laughed.

"Lucky for you that I have a fairly lenient financing plan," he joked.

"Mmmm, as long as you keep making me cum with that big cock and those magic fingers of yours, I'll keep trying to pay you back."

"You say the nicest things to me."

"I think you're about due for a payment now."

"Hmmm, what did you have in mind?" he asked.

She leaned in close to whisper in his ear.

"Well, why don't we go get in bed, and I'll get on my hands and knees, so you can slide that hard cock of yours inside me from behind."

Still holding her – and still inside her – he turned and carried her down the hall toward the bedroom. As they entered the bedroom, she moved her mouth to his, blocking his vision, as she pushed her tongue against his. He had to turn his body and peer out the corner of his eye in order to reach the bed safely. The bed was covered with at least a dozen pillows – only two of which she actually slept with – but he didn't take the time to move any of them. He set her down on the edge of the bed and stood up. They stared into each others eyes as he quickly kicked off his shoes and – in what was probably the un-sexiest way humanly possible – slid his jeans off, and removed his socks. As he pulled his T-shirt over his head, she swung her feet up onto the bed, then flipped over onto her knees. She pulled two of the pillows under her torso and lowered her head down onto a third, which forced her ass up in the air.

In this world there are "Breast Men" and "Leg Men," "Thigh Men" and "Ass Men." Ben had always considered himself to be an "Eyes Man" and a "Brains Man." But, he had to admit, every time he saw that beautiful, tight, little ass of hers, he knew where the truth really lay. And she knew it too.

He dropped his shirt to the floor and crawled up onto the bed behind her. She looked back at him, her hair falling across her face and shoulder.

"Is this what you want?" she whispered.

He slapped her ass lightly with his right hand and she yelped in both delight and pain. Then he grabbed her hips and moved his cock toward her. It slid up between the cheeks of her ass. He used his right hand to guide it toward her wetness. She pushed back against him, wanting him deep inside her, but he teased her by sliding his cock between her legs and rubbing it against her clit.

He didn't tease for long, however, as he wanted to be inside her as badly as she wanted him there.

He moved the head of his cock to her and slowly slid inside. They both moaned as he entered her.

She moved her hands to the cheeks of her ass and spread herself open for him. He returned his hands to her hips as he buried himself inside her.

Once again wet with her juices, he pulled back until only the head of his cock remained inside her. Then he thrust into her, hard, pulling her back against him as he did so.

She gasped when their bodies collided. Slowly, he moved his hips back, and then repeated his thrust.

"Oh, yes," she gasped, "fuck me hard!"

He began to increase the force and speed of his thrusts, and she lowered her head to the pillow. As he continued, she began letting out a small grunt each time their bodies met. Her hair slid down to cover her face as she lay on the pillow.

He knew he could last much longer. She knew as well.

Gaby moved her right hand to her face in order to brush her hair away. She looked back at Ben as she slid her hand under her body and between her legs. She began rubbing her clit as Ben continued ramming into her. She was ready to cum too.

"You like grabbing onto my hot, little ass, don't you, Baby?" she hissed. "Sí, toma mi culo caliente, poco!"

Ben couldn't answer with anything more than a grunt.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Ben?" she asked. "Come on, give it to me!"

No further encouragement was required. He'd reached the point where he couldn't have stopped even if he wanted to. He dug his fingers into her hips and held her against him as he began to cum.

As he began to fire into her, she came again. She turned her face into the pillow as she let out a scream.

He leaned forward, pushing his weight against her, forcing her head into the pillow as he filled her with his cum. She moved both hands to the headboard to steady herself against him.

As they came together, they transcended being merely two bodies. For a moment – just one fleeting, undeniable instant – he felt like he could see God and his infinite plan for the entire universe...and then it was gone before he could fully grasp it. He felt as if he had stretched out his hand trying to reach Heaven while falling back to Earth.

He remained behind her – and inside her – for several minutes. She tried to slip him out of her and roll over, but he held her hips tightly while his body shuddered and his breathing slowed.

After several minutes, he released his grip and collapsed to the mattress next to her. He lay on his back and closed his eyes. She turned to lay next to him, draping her left leg over his legs. She rested her left hand on his chest and gently played with the hair there.

She kissed his shoulder, then his neck, his cheek, and finally his lips.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Mmmm," was the response she received.

"Is that 'Mmmm' good, or 'Mmmm' bad," she asked, laughing.

"Oh, it's good," he answered, quietly, his eyes still closed.

She propped her head on her right hand and looked at him.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"What was what about?" he returned. "I said it was 'Mmmm' good."

"No, I mean what you did to my ass," she said.

He laughed.

"Did you like that?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

"Like it?" she said, "you nearly sent me through the roof!"

"I thought you were going to climb the wall," he said, laughing again.

"You've never done that to me before," she said.

"No, but I've wanted to try, and since you'd just gotten out of the shower I knew everything was nice and clean, so I figured I'd try it," he told her.

"I won't do it again, if you don't want," he continued.

"You are a dirty, dirty boy," she said.

"Uh huh, and you love me for it," he shot back.

She smiled at him as he lay there, breathing deeply.

"Well, after all those orgasms, I need a cigarette or two," she finally said, as she slipped out of the bed.

While she smoked, Ben drifted off to sleep.

II

Ben slowly became aware of Gaby's voice. She was talking to someone...but it wasn't him. He opened his eyes slowly; squinting against the sunlight coming through the open bedroom window. She was leaning out the window – still naked – smoking a cigarette, talking to someone on the ground – the bedroom of their second floor apartment was located directly over the back entrance to the building.

"Yeah, he just got done fucking me silly," he heard her say.

He couldn't make out what the other voice was saying.

"Oh, I always lose count!" she said. "I think he enjoys making me cum even more than getting himself off, if that's possible for a guy."

More incoherent words drifted up from the Groundling...

"No, I know. He's one of the rare ones," Gaby said. "I'm not letting him get away."

Ben smiled to himself at the compliment.

She flipped her cigarette butt out the window and turned to walk over to the bed.

"Hey, how can you hang out the window all nekkid?" he asked. "You're gonna get arrested for indecent exposure."

"Me? Indecent?" she asked, feigning shock.

"Who were you talking to?" he asked, as she crawled back into bed next to him.

"Oh, just Mrs. Moynahan from next door," she answered. "She caught me leaning out the window, so I had to spill the details."

"What?!?"

She laughed at his reaction to her revealing details about their sex life to the building gossip.

"I'm just kidding. It was Whitney...from down the hall," she said, laughing.

"Hmmm, you should have invited her up to join us since she's so interested in what's going on!" he said, not entirely kidding.

She gave him a solid punch in the shoulder.

"I'm not sharing you with anyone, Mister," she said, seriously.

"If anything, I think I'd have to share you with her," he told her.

"Oh, now there's an interesting thought..." she mused.

"Well, don't hold your breath waiting for me to talk you out of it," he said.

"I'll think about it," she said. "Are you ready for round two?"

She got out of the bed and placed several pillows against the headboard.

"Sit up and lean back against these," she told him.

As he did this, she reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out her "Silver Bullet" vibrator and a small bottle of baby oil.

She pulled the sheet away from his body and tossed it aside. Then she climbed back into bed and turned to straddle Ben, with her back to him, and lowered herself back onto his lap.

His cock, already semi-hard, was caught between his stomach and her ass, and he tried to wiggle against her... He moved his hands to her waist and tried to lift her up, but she grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away.

"Just wait, Mister," she said, "be patient."

"Hmmm, says the one who's already cum six times," he said.

She opened the bottle and poured oil down her chest and stomach, then moved the bottle over her shoulder and poured a liberal amount down her back. He watched the stream run down her spine, over her tattoo, into the crack of her ass, and onto his cock.

She dropped the bottle onto the bed as he reached around to cup her breasts and pull her back to him. He began moving his hands up and down her body, spreading the oil over her skin.

She leaned back so that her head was resting on his left shoulder, and he turned his head to gaze into her eyes as she began grinding her ass against him.

She held the vibrator up and twisted the base to turn it on.

"Know what to do with this?" she asked.

"I think I can figure out something," he answered.

Taking it in his right hand, he slid it down her body, turning it so that he could rub her clit with it as she moved up and down against him. Her entire body shuddered when he found his target.

His cock stiffened quickly. He tried to move his hips, straining to find the angle that would allow him to slide inside her.

"Not yet," she whispered in his ear.

He squeezed her left nipple between his fingers and she gasped. She quickly moved a hand on top of his and squeezed.

"Harder," she demanded, already breathing quickly.

He complied. At the same time, he rotated the vibrator in his hand and slid the first two inches of it inside her.

"Oh, fuck yes!" she yelled as it entered her.

He moved his cock between her slippery ass cheeks, enjoying the sensation, but wanting more.

"I want to be inside you, Baby," he told her.

He let go of her breast and the vibrator and moved his hands to her hips. He quickly lifted her off his lap and spun her body. The oil made everything slippery and she didn't quite turn to face him at first. A second effort left her facing him, though her legs were on the right side of his body.

His hands came up to her cheeks and he kissed her deeply as he held her face.

She lifted herself up and straddled him. She reached down and guided the head of his cock inside her.

She broke the kiss and leaned backed slightly, holding him there. He tried to lift his hips to push inside her, but his position limited his range of motion.

She smiled at him, grabbed his wrists, and stretched her arms wide to hold his hands away from her.

She waited a few seconds – until neither of them could stand it anymore – and then she lowered herself down onto his cock, taking him all the way inside her in one movement.

They both gasped as he filled her.

Her hands and arms momentarily lost their strength. He broke free of her grasp and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, moved her mouth to his, and then lifted her body up and plunged down onto him again.

"Oh, God," she screamed.

She lifted herself up and dropped back into his lap again, and again, and again, each time using gravity to ram his cock into her.

"Yes, fuck me hard," he said. "Ride that cock hard!"

"Oh, me encanta," she said, again slipping into Spanish, "te quiero dentro de mí!"

"Sí, me jodas!" she continued. "Quiero correrme!"

After a few more strokes, her body began to shudder.

"Te quiero, Ben," she gasped, as she slammed herself onto him one more time.

She stopped moving up and down and dug her nails into his back as she came yet again. Her body spasmed hard and she buried her face in his shoulder as he held her.

He was in agony. He needed to cum! As her orgasm washed over her, he tried to turn their bodies and lay her down so that he could move on top of her.

Still trembling, she stopped him.

"Lay down, Baby," she said, as she slipped off his lap.

He turned his body so that he was laying across the bed, and she moved up and kissed him deeply. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, but she slipped from his grasp, moved down and kissed his neck. Then she moved her head downward and kissed his nipple. She took it in her mouth and sucked it.

Her right hand slowly traced its way down his body and between his legs. She stroked his slick cock a few times, then cupped his balls in her hand and gently rubbed them as she began kissing her way down his body.

She trailed her tongue across his stomach, and his body reacted to the tickling sensation.

"Mmmm, you like that?" she asked.

"Yesssss," he hissed.

She reached his cock and flicked her tongue at the head a few times, then moved her lips to the tip, and slowly took the head in her mouth. At the same time, she rolled slightly so she could wrap her left hand around the base of the shaft.

She paused for a moment, holding him there, and looking up into his eyes. Then she plunged her mouth down on his cock, taking him deep into her throat. Her lips stretched to accommodate his thickness as she lowered herself until her mouth met her fingers. She held him in her throat for several seconds, and then pulled back, sucking hard on the entire length of his cock.

For a few seconds, she stopped where she began, her lips tightly wrapped around the head of his cock, and then she took him deep into her throat again.

She began moving faster; her mouth sucking, her right hand now squeezing his balls, and her left jerking his cock roughly.

Ben moved his hips, trying to push farther into her mouth. He turned his head into the pillow and grabbed at the sheets, and her arms, trying to hold on for a few more seconds.

She took her mouth off his cock.

"Are you gonna cum for me, Baby?" she asked.

"God, yes," was all he could manage to say as she stroked him hard.

"Tell me when," she demanded.

He nodded, not knowing if she was still looking at him.

"Come on, give it to me," she said, "fucking cum for me!"

"Oh, here I cum, Gaby," he nearly screamed into the pillow.

She moved her right hand to the mattress to steady herself as she lifted her body slightly and aimed his cock at her chest.

She gave him several more fast, hard strokes before he held his breath as his body shuddered and his hips bucked into her.

He fired a long stream of cum across her breasts.

She continued jerking his cock as he writhed beneath her. Another stream of cum hit her chest and she lowered herself onto him, forcing his hips back down to the bed, as his orgasm continued. His cock now pinned between their bodies, the last few spurts of cum ended up on her hand and on him.

As his orgasm subsided, she slid her sticky hand slowly up and down the shaft of his cock, squeezing on the way up in order to milk every last drop of cum from him. Even as his body relaxed, the sensation caused his hips to buck several times.

When she was sure he had no more to give, she released him and carefully maneuvered herself so that she was on her knees next to him on the bed. His face was still turned into the pillow as his breathing slowed.

"Look at me," she said.

He turned his head toward her.

"See what you did to me?" she asked.

Covered in a combination of sweat, baby oil, and semen, her chest was shining in the sunlight coming through the window.

"God, that's a beautiful sight," he said.

She smiled at him, and moved her hands up to rub her breasts.

"Hang on, I want to get a picture of that," he said, as he tried to get up.

She pushed him back down.

"No pictures," she said, forcefully.

He laughed at her.

"OK, no pictures," he agreed.

"We need a towel," she said, as she slipped off the bed and walked toward the door.

Smiling, he watched her ass as she left the room, then turned his body to lay on the bed lengthwise.

Several minutes later, she came in the room and tossed a towel onto his chest as she walked to her dresser. He quickly wiped up the sticky wetness between his legs and on his stomach, then let the towel drop to the floor beside the bed.

She pulled on a pair of boyshorts and an oversized t-shirt – it hung down past her ass.

"I need another shower," she said, as she walked back to the bed, "but first I need a nap."

She crawled up next to him and turned on her side. He moved up against her.

"Mmmm," she sighed as they cuddled together amongst the remaining pillows and blankets – her back against him, his arms around her, their fingers intertwined.

"I love you, Ben," she purred.

"I know," he replied in his best Han Solo voice, earning him a half-hearted elbow in the ribs.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 02



Ben opened the door quickly, and pulled the two women inside.

"Come on, we're almost there," He said.

As they climbed the stairs to the second floor – with Ben walking behind the girls to catch them if one or both stumbled – Gaby pulled her dress up to expose the bottom of her ass. Ben reached out to grab her ass and she turned slightly to smile at him.

"Go ahead, Whitney," Gaby said, "show him your ass. I know he likes it, I've caught him looking a few times."

Whitney turned around on the stairs. She smiled at Ben.

"Oh, really?" Whitney asked.

She pulled her dress up to her waist. She turned around slowly and shook her ass at Ben.

Ben reached out with his free hand and touched the top of the black, lace thong Whitney had on. Then he trailed his fingers down the fabric between her cheeks.

Gaby reached out to grab Whitney's ass.

Whitney let out a small moan as two hands touched her. She began to lean toward Gaby and almost lost her balance on the stairs.

Ben steadied her and suggested that they get to the apartment before someone got hurt.

As they approached the door to their apartment, Ben reached out to unlock the door, but Gaby took the keys from him.

"I'll do it," she said, in a loud voice.

Both Ben and Whitney "shushed" her.

"Quiet, or you'll wake up Mrs. Moynahan," Ben said, referring to their next-door neighbor – the building's queen of gossip.

Gaby laughed out loud, then put a finger to her lips and made a long "Shhhhhh" sound.

"Wouldn't want to wake up Mrs. M," she said.

Ben smiled and pointed to their door.

Gaby unlocked it and the three moved inside.

Gaby walked toward the bedroom as Ben closed the door. As he turned around, Whitney pushed him against the door and kissed him. She slid her tongue into his mouth and Ben could taste Gaby's juices on her.

She reached down and squeezed his cock through his jeans. She wasn't surprised to find him already hard. He moaned as she rubbed her hand up and down the length of him several times.

"God, I can't wait to get that inside me," she said, as Ben lowered his mouth to kiss her neck.

"Maybe...we...should...wait...'til we get in the bedroom," he said, between kisses.

"I heard you like to fuck in the hallway," she said.

She grabbed the back of his head and kissed his mouth again. She slid her right leg up his leg and he grabbed her knee to pull her against him.

"Are you two coming," Gaby called out from the bedroom.

Whitney broke their kiss.

"Not yet, but we will be soon," she said.

She turned back to Ben, but before they could continue kissing, Gaby appeared in the bedroom door.

"Get in here, you two," she demanded.

Ben let go of Whitney's leg and they turned to walk in the bedroom.

Gaby pulled Whitney to her and then looked at Ben.

"Before we go any further, there are three rules," Gaby said.

"OK," he said. "Tell me."

"Number one, you have to wear a condom when you fuck Whit. Number two, when you cum, it's mine..." she said.

"Oh, you're not going to share that with me?" Whitney asked, disappointed.

"And, three?" Ben asked.

Gaby let go of Whitney, slowly walked over to Ben, and lifted herself up on her tip-toes to whisper in his ear. As she did, she dropped her hand to squeeze his cock through his pants. He smiled for a moment, then winced theatrically.

"You know you don't have to worry about that, Baby," he said, as she backed away.

Gaby led Whitney to the bed. Ben followed, stumbling, as he slid off his shoes.

Whit sat down on the bed and leaned over to unzip her boots.

"Don't you dare," Ben said.

"What?" she asked, startled.

"Leave your boots on," he demanded.

Gaby leaned in to kiss Whitney. She ran her hands up Whit's body, over her breasts, to her neck. She pushed Whitney back onto the bed and collapsed on top of her, moving her mouth to Whitney's neck as they fell.

Whitney let out a gasp and wrapped her arms around Gaby.

As he watched, Ben reached into the drawer of the nightstand and grabbed the box of condoms there. He poured three into his hand and placed them on top on the nightstand.

Whitney had pulled Gaby's dress up and Ben took a second to admire Gaby's beautiful ass up in the air in front of him. Gaby turned her upper body slightly and slid her hand down between Whitney's legs.

"Oh, God!" Whitney gasped, as Gaby found her clit.

"Baby, your panties are all wet," Gaby said.

She turned to Ben.

"Pull her panties off," she ordered.

Ben knelt down on the floor at Whitney's feet, quickly moved his hands up her legs, and grabbed the waistband of her underwear. He gently pulled them toward him, sliding them down her legs, and then dropped them to the floor.

Gaby and Whitney each fumbled with the other's dress, trying to pull the top over their shoulders to expose their breasts. Ben watched them as he unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off.

He pushed Whitney's legs apart and leaned in to kiss her inner thigh. She jumped slightly at the sensation.

Ben looked up to smile at Whitney, but her eyes were locked on Gaby, who now had Whitney's left nipple in her mouth.

He again lowered his head, this time moving his face to her sex. He pushed his tongue against her wet lips.

"Oh, Yes," Whitney cried out.

Ben moved his tongue slowly, trailing it up and down her lips.

Gaby turned her body perpendicular to Whitney's and slid her hands down between Whitney's legs. She used her fingers to spread Whitney's lips, exposing her hard clit to Ben's tongue.

When his tongue touched her clit, Whitney's hips rose from the bed. Ben reached down and lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders.

That done, he placed his left hand on Whitney's stomach to hold her in place, and moved his right hand down Gaby's body and between her legs.

"That's it, Baby," Gaby said, as his fingers found her wetness.

He pushed two fingers inside her as far as he could.

"Yesssssss," she hissed, "fuck me with those magic fingers!"

Ben could hear Whitney moaning. He moved his tongue down slightly and tried to push it inside her.

Gaby began rubbing Whitney's clit, running her fingers across it, then up and down. She stuck out her tongue and flicked Whitney's clit with it, nearly knocking heads with Ben as she did so.

Ben continued awkwardly fingering Gaby while Whitney began moving her hips up and down, as if she were trying to ride a horse.

"Oh, yesssss," Whitney said, in a shrill whisper, "I'm gonna cum."

She grabbed Ben's head with her right hand, trying to pull him into her.

"I'm gonna cum," she repeated.

Suddenly, her entire body tensed and her legs clamped tight against Ben's head. He shoved his tongue deeper into Whitney's cunt.

Ben removed his fingers from Gaby's pussy and slid both hands under Whitney's ass, squeezing her cheeks to hold her to him.

Gaby quickly moved up to kiss Whitney as the tension in her body uncoiled in one explosive instant!

Whitney's body bucked hard against Ben and Gaby.

"Yesssss," she moaned loudly, while Gaby's mouth covered hers.

Her body shook and shuddered while Ben continued stabbing his tongue into her. He looked up, trying to watch Whitney's face as she came, but his view was blocked by Gaby's body.

Whitney's body had not yet stopped shaking when Ben began to lick and suck her swollen clit. He removed his right hand from her ass and pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. Turning his hand slightly, his fingers found her g-spot and she cried out as she came again.

As Whitney recovered from her orgasms, Gaby licked and kissed Whit's neck and chest – the sensation of which caused several involuntary body spasms.

Ben watched the two of them as he stood up. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, and slid them off.

As he removed his socks, Gaby turned her body and sat on the edge of the bed in front of him.

"That was fun," she said, looking back at Whitney.

Whitney smiled at her.

Gaby turned to face Ben. She looked at the bulge in his boxer-briefs.

"Hmmm, somebody wants to come out and play," she said, as she reached out to run her gloved fingers over Ben's cock through the fabric.

Ben stepped in closer to the bed as Whitney slowly lifted her body and sat next to Gaby.

Gaby slid her fingers inside the waistband and pulled Ben's underwear downward, letting them fall to his ankles.

As he kicked off the boxer-briefs, Gaby leaned forward and took the head of Ben's cock into her mouth.

Ben moaned as she ran her tongue across the slit.

Whitney reached out to touch Ben's stomach, then leaned toward him to follow her fingers with her tongue.

Ben placed his right hand on Gaby's shoulder to steady himself as she took him deeper into her mouth.

"That feels so good, Baby," he said.

Whitney kissed her way downward.

"Are you gonna share that?" she asked Gaby.

Gaby let Ben's cock slip from between her lips and smiled.

Whitney wasted no time. She slid her lips over the head and down the shaft, taking him into her throat.

"Oh, Jesus," Ben gasped as her warm mouth enveloped his cock.

She moved her left hand to his ass and pulled him to her, taking him deeper, burying her lips in his pubic hair. With her right hand, she caressed his balls.

Gaby leaned over to kiss Whitney's shoulder as she held Ben's cock in her throat.

Ben felt Whit's throat grabbing at his cock, trying to pull him even deeper, as if she were going to swallow him whole.

After several seconds – which felt like a pleasurable eternity to Ben – Whitney pulled back until the tip of Ben's cock rested between her lips. She held him there a moment, looking up at him, and then slid the length of him deep into her throat again.

Ben groaned. He moved his hands to the sides of Whitney's head, wanting to push his cock deeper into her throat. He resisted the urge – barely – and simply pulled the hair of her wig away from her face.

Gaby looked up at him.

"Ready for more, Baby?" she asked, quietly.

"Yessss," he hissed.

Gaby turned to lie down on the bed. She reached out and pulled Whitney by the shoulder.

Whitney released Ben's cock from her throat, moved both hands to the shaft, and began stroking it.

"I can't wait to have this inside me," she said, looking over the top of her sunglasses into Ben's eyes.

The feel of the now moist satin gloves moving up and down the length of his cock nearly pushed Ben over the edge.

"Come here, Whit," Gaby demanded.

Whitney turned, then flipped over onto her knees and crawled up next to Gaby. They kissed as Ben climbed onto the bed and moved between Gaby's legs.

He guided the head of his cock to Gaby's clit. Still wet with Whitney's saliva, he rubbed her clit with his hardness, feeling her body stiffen as he did.

Suddenly, Whitney stopped kissing Gaby and reached over to the nightstand. She picked up a condom and tore open the foil package. She turned and handed it to Ben.

"Here you go, Sweetie," she said, with a smile. "Wrap it now, so you don't have to stop later."

Ben extracted the condom from the package and fumbled to put it on.

As he rolled the latex down the length of his shaft, Whitney kissed him deeply on the mouth. She reached down and stroked his cock again.

She turned her head to Gaby.

"He's so hard," she said. "Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes," Gaby answered.

Whitney guided Ben's cock to Gaby's sex, sliding the head between her wet lips.

Ben pushed gently, and slipped inside Gaby's pussy.

Gaby grimaced at the pleasurable pain of Ben's cock penetrating her.

He slid about two inches of his cock into her before he stopped and pulled back; then moved back into her, going slightly deeper this time, watching Gaby's face as he did.

"That's it, Baby; nice and slow," Gaby whispered.

Whitney turned over to lie next to Gaby on the bed. She slid her right hand across Gaby's stomach and began to rub her clit as Ben continued moving deeper into Gaby. She moved her left hand to her own clit.

Gaby reached out and put a hand on the side of Whitney's face. She pulled Whit's face closer and they kissed.

Ben had barely finished working the length of his cock into Gaby before her body began shaking. Between the penetration of Ben's cock and the rubbing of Whitney's fingers, she was ready to cum again.

She reached out to grab Ben's arm, digging her nails into his skin, as she cried out.

Ben, still moving in and out of her, leaned over to kiss Gaby's mouth as her pussy contracted around his cock. He could feel Whitney, her hand now trapped between two bodies, struggling to move her fingers on Gaby's clit.

"Oh, God, here I cum," Gaby moaned.

Gaby's body shuddered. She reached out, putting one arm around Ben, and the other around Whitney, and pulled the three of them together as she came. Her body shook violently against the other two as they continued to pleasure her.

After the last wave of her orgasm washed over her, Gaby released her hold on both Ben and Whitney.

Ben propped himself up on his hands as Gaby slowly released her grip on his cock. He remained inside her, gently rocked his hips left and right, ever so slightly moving his cock inside her, both teasing and torturing her.

Whitney kissed Gaby's neck, then trailed her tongue downward across her chest.

"Oh, God; that was incredible," she whispered.

Gaby's body was still trembling. Ben didn't hesitate. He again slid his cock deep inside her.

Gaby gasped as Ben moved into her.

"Ben," she cried out, as she again dug her nails into his arms.

He smiled at her, but did not stop. He increased the speed and range of his movements, plunging deep inside her and then pulling back until just the tip of his cock remained inside Gaby.

It only took a minute for her to cum again.

Gaby reached out to pull Ben down to her. She held him there, nose to nose, as she came; her body bucking and convulsing against his.

Ben stopped moving, but remained inside her, feeling her squeeze his cock.

He held Gaby and kissed her neck as her body relaxed and breathing slowed.

"That was so hot," Whitney said, "I almost came just watching."

Gaby turned to smile at Whitney.

"I think it's your turn," she said. "Ben, give Whit some of that cock."

Whitney got up on her hands and knees beside them. She gave Ben the "come here" sign with her finger.

Ben gently let his cock slip out of Gaby – she gasped again as he left her – and moved behind Whitney.

Whitney reached back to rub her clit as Ben got in position.

Ben moved the head of his cock to her lips. Whitney grabbed it and roughly stroked it a few times.

She looked back over her right shoulder at Ben.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," she said.

She lowered her head and guided the head of Ben's cock between her lips. Her wetness allowed him to slip inside her easily.

Whitney waited until she had the first two inches of Ben inside her, and then she pushed herself back against him to take him deep.

"Oh, Jesus," she gasped, as he filled her.

Ben hadn't expected this. He was overwhelmed at the sensation of her enveloping him. He grunted as the cheeks of Whitney's ass touched his hipbones.

Ben reached down, grabbed Whitney's waist, and held her against him.

Whitney again looked over her shoulder at him.

"Just like that, Baby, all the way in," Whitney whispered.

Ben pulled back about two inches, and then thrust back into Whitney.

She continued looking at him. He could feel her fingers alternate between rubbing her clit and his balls.

He pulled back again, farther this time, and thrust back into her slick pussy – harder.

"That's it, fuck me hard," Whitney cooed.

Ben increased the speed and length of his thrusts – letting more and more of his length come out of Whitney each time.

Whitney stopped playing with her clit and used both hands to steady herself on the bed.

Gaby got on her knees beside Ben. They both looked down to watch Whitney's ass bounce with each thrust.

"That is so beautiful," Gaby said.

Ben couldn't speak. He was getting close.

Gaby reached out and slid her right hand underneath Whitney to rub her clit. She could feel the wetness.

"Fuck her harder, Ben", Gaby ordered.

Ben slammed his cock into Whitney. Her entire body shuddered as they collided.

"Oh, God, yes!" Whitney cried. "Just like that!"

Ben was getting close. He struggled to maintain the force and speed of his thrusts. They were all three covered in sweat and his hands were slipping off Whitney's hips as he tried to pull her back against him while ramming his cock into her.

He began to moan and Gaby knew it was almost time.

Suddenly, Ben felt Whitney's body spasm. He pushed forward against her as her arms collapsed. She dropped her upper body to the bed and squeezed a pillow.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum," she cried.

Ben fumbled to continue fucking her as he and Gaby repositioned, adjusting to Whitney's movement.

Whitney bucked and Ben felt her cunt constrict around his cock. She spasmed again as she came.

Ben could hold out no longer.

"I'm gonna cum too," he said.

Whitney couldn't hear him as she floated in the bliss of her orgasm.

"Give it to her, Ben," Gaby said.

He turned his head to look at Gaby.

"But..." he grunted.

"I know what I said, Baby," she said, "but I want you to cum inside her."

Gaby grabbed the back of Ben's head and pulled him to her. She mashed her mouth against his as he came. And, even as he reached the point of no return and held his breath, she breathed him in.

He exploded. His body bucked and quivered as he fired stream after stream of cum into Whitney.

He moaned into Gaby's mouth. He struggled to breathe, and to hold Whitney, and even to stay balanced on his knees.

Gaby wrapped her arms around him, steadying him, as his body weakened.

Had he been capable of rational thought, Ben would have found it funny that, right at that moment, after he had just cum inside another woman, he never loved Gabrielle more.

She held him there for another minute as tremors continued to run through his body. She kissed his shoulder, his chest, his neck as his breathing slowed.

"Let's get this thing off you," she said, as she slid her right hand down between Ben's body and Whitney's.

She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the end of the condom and pushed Ben back slightly.

Gaby removed the condom from Ben and carefully placed it on the nightstand so it wouldn't spill.

"God, Baby, you came a lot," she said, to Ben.

Ben slowly lay down on the bed.

"I needed to cum so bad," he said.

Gaby stood up next to the bed and began undressing. She pulled off her wig, sunglasses, choker and gloves, and placed them on the nightstand. She wiggled her body as she pushed her dress over her hips and let it drop to the floor.

Whitney turned to sit up.

"Are you OK, Whit?" Gaby asked.

"I'm still shaking," she answered with a smile.

Gaby bent over to un-strap her shoes. She kicked them off and began pushing down her stockings.

Whitney stood up and began straightening her outfit, pulling her dress down, and searching the floor for her panties.

"Oh, no," Gaby said, "stay with us."

"Are you sure?" Whitney asked.

Gaby walked to her and kissed her lips.

"I'm sure."

Gaby got in bed and crawled over to lay next to Ben. She placed her left arm over his chest.

Whitney quickly undressed, climbed back into the bed, and moved up behind Gaby to spoon with her.

"That was amazing, you guys," Whitney said.

"It was," Gaby agreed.

"Well," Ben said, quietly, "I certainly know what I want for my birthday."

Gaby hugged him close and within minutes the three fell asleep together.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 02a



Ben opened his eyes to a room filled with sunlight. He turned his head to see Gabrielle and Whitney sleeping next to him in the bed.

A smile spread across his face as he remembered the wild Friday night they'd had celebrating Gaby's birthday.

He watched the two of them for a minute -- they looked almost angelic in the morning light.

Nature began calling, and he decided that he also needed a drink and a shower.

He slowly extricated himself from a tangle of arms, legs, and hair, and quietly slipped from the bed; careful not to wake the girls.

He located his boxer-briefs amongst the clothes strewn across the floor during the night's activities. He pulled them on and crept out of the bedroom.

It was Saturday. Gaby -- a teacher -- didn't have to work. He didn't know what Whit had planned, but he had to meet a client in a few hours. Ben hated Saturday meetings, but in this case it couldn't be helped. The potential client would only be in the country for one day, so he would have to suck it up and drive on.

He made the necessary stop in the bathroom, then walked into the kitchen.

As he finished a bottle of Powerade, Whitney walked into the kitchen. She had on her dress, but held the rest of her outfit in her hands.

"Hey," he said, "want some breakfast?"

"Oh, you'll make me cum and you'll make me breakfast?" she asked in mock seriousness. "Ben, if you ever leave Gaby, you'd better come knock on my door."

Ben laughed.

"Thanks, but I think it's time for me to do the walk of shame back to my apartment," she said.

He laughed again.

"There's certainly nothing for any of us to be ashamed of, Whit," Ben said. "I think we all had fun last night."

Whitney walked over to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

"I really enjoyed last night," she said. "I hope we can do it again, soon."

"My birthday is next month," he said with a smile.

"Mmmm, Gaby and I could play dress-up again," she said, her body still against his. "Maybe as cheerleaders?"

"Now there's a thought," Ben said.

She kissed his cheek again and turned to leave.

Ben walked her to the door and watched as she made her way down the hallway to her apartment.

Knowing that Ben was watching, she gave her hips a little extra wiggle as she walked, making her ass swing back and forth like the pendulum of a clock.

Whitney looked back over her shoulder as she reached her door.

Ben raised his eyes to hers and they smiled at each other.

She opened her door and gave Ben a wave as she disappeared from view.

As Ben turned to close his door, he saw Mrs. Moynahan standing in her doorway, giving him a rather disapproving look.

"Hello, Mrs. M," he said, standing in his boxer-briefs. "How are you this morning?"

She'd obviously seen Whitney leaving the apartment.

"I'm just fine, Benjamin," she said. "And how is your girlfriend?"

"Oh, she's still sleeping," Ben answered, with a smile. "The three of us really wore each other out last night."

He closed the door on Mrs. Moynahan's mouth agape look of shock.

Ben took another long, hot shower. He needed it.

He opened the bathroom door and turned to walk into the bedroom. Gaby was still in bed, on her stomach. The sheet and blanket were down at her waist, exposing her bare back. Her hair was a mess.

He loved seeing her like this in the morning, especially when he knew was the reason she looked mussed.

Well, at least part of the reason this morning, he thought, with a smile.

He dressed quickly. As he switched the contents of his pants pockets from the slacks he'd worn last night to the blue jeans he wore now, he stopped to look at the black velvet box he hadn't had a chance to give Gaby the night before.

He looked at Gaby again.

No, I don't want to wake her, he thought. I'll ask her when I get home.

He walked over to her. He leaned down and kissed her shoulder blade, then her shoulder. He reached down and pulled the covers up. He pushed the hair away from her forehead and planted a kiss there, too.

"I love you, Gabriella Sarsaparilla Armadilla," he whispered.

His meeting was productive...and mercifully short. He'd get the contract -- of that he was certain -- and the big payday it would bring. He jumped in his Jeep and drove toward home, hoping that Gaby would be awake when he arrived.

He walked in the door of the apartment and called out softly.

Gaby answered him from the living room.

"Come here," she ordered.

Ben turned and made his way down the short hallway.

Gaby sat on the couch. She had gotten dressed, sort of. She wore the sunglasses, gloves, stockings, and heels she'd worn last night. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

Ben stopped to admire her.

She got up and walked over to him without saying a word.

She pushed Ben back against the wall, then moved her hands down to his belt and unbuckled it quickly.

"What are you..." he began.

"Shut up," she commanded.

She kissed his neck as she pushed his pants and underwear down, and let them drop to his ankles.

"When I opened that gift box, and saw those clothes, I remembered that unfulfilled special fantasy you have," she said.

"Yeah, but I didn't..." he tried to say.

She put a finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

She let her hands fall to the bottom of his shirt and she pushed it up to his neck.

"What are..." he started to say, but she looked up at him and he stopped speaking.

She trailed her tongue down to his left nipple.

He tried to put his arms around her, but she pushed away his hands. She bit his nipple.

"Fuck," he cried.

"Keep your hands to yourself, or I'll stop," she told him.

Gaby could feel Ben's stiffening cock against her skin as she slowly dropped to her knees; licking and kissing her way down Ben's stomach.

She moved her hands between his legs. Her left stroked his shaft, while the right cupped his balls.

Gaby placed her face within inches of Ben's cock -- her warm breath swirled around it -- and watched the skin smooth out as he hardened. She was turned on. Her nipples were rock hard, and she could feel the wetness between her legs. It always amazed her that she could cum while pleasing Ben with her mouth.

She looked up at Ben over the top of her glasses.

"Look at me," she ordered.

Ben complied instantly.

"Is this what you want, Ben?" she asked. "Am I your fantasy?"

"Oh, God, yes!" he answered. "Since the day I met you!"

She took the head of his cock between her lips, and began using both hands to stroke the shaft.

Ben groaned at the sensation.

Gaby quickly took him deeper in her mouth. Because of her petite build, they always had to start out slowly when having intercourse, but Ben was continually amazed at how she could devour him orally.

Gaby attacked his cock with her mouth, taking as much of him as she could and holding it there for several seconds as her hands continued their work. She let the cock slip out until just the head remained inside, then forced herself to take him even deeper.

Ben gasped each time she took him in.

Gaby began stroking him faster and harder.

She took her mouth off his cock.

"I know what you want, Baby," she said. "I want you to do it! I want you to cum."

Already getting close, Ben could barely speak.

"Are you sure?" he managed to ask. He knew that, outside of pornographic movies, not many women enjoyed the way he wanted his fantasy to end.

Gaby didn't answer with words. She opened her mouth and took his cock deep once more, holding him there as his body trembled.

Her body trembled also. She tried to ignore the tingling in her pussy, focusing instead on Ben's cock.

It only took another minute and Ben cried out that he was going to cum.

Gaby quickly pulled her mouth off his cock. She moved one hand to his balls and squeezed gently while she continued jerking him off with the other hand.

"Oh, Gaby, here I cum," he cried.

"Yes, give me that fucking cum," she yelled.

His body bucked, and he fired a stream of cum onto her face, stretching across her nose and onto the sunglasses.

She jerked him even harder as she came at the same time.

Gaby closed her mouth as he fired again, spraying her lips with cum.

She moved the hand from his balls back to the shaft to keep a hold on the slippery cock.

His body jerked again and he fired onto her neck and chest.

"That's it, Baby; give it to me!" Gaby demanded, her voice and body quivering from her own orgasm.

Gripping his cock hard, she milked him for every drop.

His knees nearly buckled as he convulsed again, and another stream of cum struck her neck and chest.

As he put his hands on the wall to steady himself, she took the head of his cock back into her mouth and ran her tongue over the foreskin.

Ben gasped. His now hyper-sensitive cock dribbled cum into Gaby's mouth.

For more than a minute after he came, Gaby kept Ben's cock in her mouth, licking him clean.

Tremors still ran through both their bodies when she let him slip free and looked up at him again.

"Mmmm, did I do it right?" she asked, a sly smirk on her face.

"Baby, that was fantastic," he answered, still short of breath.

She kissed the tip of his cock again.

"Mmmm, another fantasy fulfilled," she said.

"I bought the clothes for your birthday," he said, "I hoped someday...but I didn't think..."

"I know," she said. "But, last night was all about me, and I wanted to do this for you today."

He reached down to help her stand up. She leaned against him for a few moments, steadying herself.

"You came too, didn't you?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she answered.

"I love that I can make you cum without even touching you," he laughed.

"Don't let it go to your head, my dear," she teased. "I just get so turned on making you cum."

She reached up to wipe the cum from her lips with the back of her right hand. Both gloves were covered with his sperm.

"I might need new gloves," she said. "These are a bit messy."

"I'll buy you a dozen pair," Ben said with a laugh.

She walked to the coffee table and picked up a hand towel. She began to wipe his cum off her face and chest.

He bent down to pull his pants up.

"So, I take it you enjoyed your birthday presents?" he asked.

"I did," she answered. "They were all great, but I think I got myself the best present."

They both smiled at that.

"Yes, Whitney was a great birthday present to yourself," Ben said. "I don't know how I'll ever top that."

"Well," she said, with a smile, "I guess you'll have to try harder next year."

She walked past him into the hallway, heading toward the bathroom.

"What do you say we take a nap, then fuck in the shower before we meet my parents for dinner?" she asked over her shoulder.

He pulled the ring out of his pocket.

"Wait, I think I might have a better present," he said.

As Gaby turned back toward him, Ben dropped to one knee.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 03



The day was what Ben usually called a "lazy day." He'd completed his latest project the previous evening, and his next project wasn't scheduled to begin until the following week. He planned to spend the next two days running errands, doing odd jobs around the apartment, and just relaxing. At the moment, he was enjoying the noontime sunshine of a cool, early October Thursday while sitting at an outdoor table of a pizzeria.

He was paging through the day's edition of the New York Sun. He was alone. The fall semester was in full swing and his fiancé, Gaby, was in school, bringing lux et veritas -- light and truth -- to the masses.

"Hello, Ben," he heard a voice say.

He turned his head to see a female police officer standing next to him. She stood about 5'9", with a thin build, pale white skin, and light brown hair pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were hidden behind de rigueur mirrored sunglasses.

"Hello, officer..." Ben began, then paused.

"Morgenstern," the cop replied.

She waited a few moments.

"You don't remember me?" she asked finally.

"No, I'm sorry," Ben answered.

"I pulled you over in your Jeep about two weeks ago," she told him.

"Oh, yes, now I remember," he said. "I'm sorry, I couldn't really see your face that night."

He invited her to sit down, as he folded the newspaper and placed it on the table.

"So, what can I do for you, Officer Morgenstern?" he asked. "You're not here to ticket me now, are you?"

He watched her as she moved to sit down. Even in her uniform, he noticed the curves of her petite body.

"I'm not here in an official capacity," she said, as she removed her sunglasses.

Ben looked into her deep brown eyes. It took several seconds for him to speak.

"OK, unofficially, what can I do for you?" he said, finally.

"I wanted to ask some questions about what happened the night I pulled you over," she told him.

She stared at him.

"I don't understand," he said.

"I'd like to know what was happening in the backseat that distracted you from driving," she said.

"How did you find me, Officer Morgenstern?" he asked.

"Please, call me Kate," she said. "You handed me your driver's license, remember? I memorized your address."

"And, you followed me here, Kate?" he asked.

She looked around, slowly. They were alone outside the pizzeria.

"Yes, I did," she answered.

The hairs on the back of his neck rose slightly. He was already sitting with his back to the outer wall of the building, and -- though always conscious of his surroundings -- he swiveled his head to look for danger.

"Why?" he asked.

"Who were the women in the back?" she asked, answering his question with one of her own.

"My fiancé and one of our neighbors," he answered.

"Which one was your fiancé?" she asked.

"Gaby was the shorter of the two," he said. "She was laying across the backseat when you stopped us."

"And, do you and your fiancé often have threesomes with other women?" she asked.

Ben was taken aback by her question.

"I mean," she continued, "I'm assuming, from what I saw in the back, some very kinky stuff was happening. Or, did they just make you watch?"

"Oh, no," he answered. "I was fully involved."

She smiled.

"I'll bet that was fun," she said.

"It was," he said, returning her smile.

"Wanna know a secret?" she asked, leaning closer to him.

"Sure."

"The other night, after I let you go, I drove my patrol car back to my hiding spot, opened my pants, and rubbed myself off thinking about you three," she said, just above a whisper.

She could see the surprise on his face.

"I wish I could've watched that," Ben said, finally.

"Do you think your fiancé would like you watching me?" she asked.

"I think Gaby would enjoy watching you too," he said. "We should have invited you to join us."

"Just to watch, or to join in?" she asked.

"Which would you prefer?" he asked in return.

"I've never been good at just watching," she said.

He looked her body up and down.

"What are you good at?" he asked.

She leaned in close again to whisper in his ear.

"Everything you can imagine," she said. "And, maybe, one or two things you can't."

"Sounds interesting," he said.

As she leaned back in her chair, she put her sunglasses on again.

"What would you say if I said we should go to your place and I'll show you what I'm good at?" she asked.

"I would say that's a very tempting offer," he answered, slowly.

"But..." she said, waiting for him to continue..

"However, that's something I would have to clear with Gaby first," he said. "And she's at work right now."

Kate grinned at him.

"So, what else are you two into," she asked.

"Well, we're pretty open-minded," Ben answered. "But, we're not into a lot of pain or craziness."

"What does that mean?" she asked.

"No blood, no bruises, no kids, no animals," he said.

He could see she was considering what he'd said.

"What are you into?" he asked after a few moments.

"I like to be in charge," she said, "and, I like it rough."

"Oh, a cop who likes to be in charge," he said. "There's a surprise."

Again, she smiled.

"We like it rough sometimes, too," he said. "How rough are we talking about?"

"I like to pinch nipples, pull hair, spank, choke, and light slapping," she said.

"Huh, you weren't kidding," Ben said.

"Are you interested?" Kate asked.

Ben thought for a few moments.

"I don't know if Gaby would be into being slapped, but the rest is nothing we haven't done before," he said. "I'm pretty sure she'd be interested in having you join us."

Kate pulled out a business card and slid it across the table to Ben.

"My cell phone number is on the back," she told him, as she stood up. "Talk to Gaby and let me know."

"I definitely will," he said.

She leaned toward him as she stood up.

"Even if she's not interested, my offer still stands," she said, softly.

She straightened herself and walked past him.

Ben smiled as she walked away.

Ben brought up his conversation with Kate over dinner that evening. Gaby didn't require much convincing -- they'd long ago discovered they were attracted to the same kind of women. Around that time, they'd also made an agreement that either of them could, with certain exceptions, propose a third person -- male or female -- to join them in bed.

During the discussion, Ben revealed Kate's offer to meet him alone. Gaby took a few moments to consider this.

"Are you going to meet her?" she asked.

"Not without you," he said.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because I love you," he said. "I won't do anything to fuck that up. If you want her to join the two of us, great. If not, that's fine too."

"You remember my three rules, right?" she asked.

"Of course," he answered. "But, you made me break rule two last time."

She thought for a few moments.

"Maybe we should modify the rules a bit," she mused.

"What did you have in mind?" he asked.

"From now on, we'll play it by ear," she said. "As much as I want your cum, we'll see what the situation is when you're ready."

He smiled.

"Sounds good to me," he said. "As long as it's what you want."

"Just as long as you never break rule three," she said, standing up and moving to him.

He reached out, pulled her onto his lap, and looked into her deep brown eyes.

"I told you, I love you, Gaby," he said, and kissed her.

"You'd better," she said, finally.

He slid his hands up under the back of her shirt and ran his fingers across her warm brown skin.

"So, should I call Kate?" he asked.

"Well, obviously I trust your taste in women," she said, with a smile. "I mean, you're marrying me."

"Is that a yes?" he asked.

"Absolutely."

As Gaby listened, Ben called Kate and invited her to their apartment the next night.

After he hung up -- excited by the prospect of Kate's company -- they made their way to the bedroom.

Friday passed slowly. Ben got a few things done, and Gaby had an easy day at school -- teaching two classes and seeing a few students during office hours.

She arrived home to a light supper prepared by Ben.

After dinner, they showered -- separately -- despite Ben's protestation that they should save water by showering together.

Gaby stepped into a loose, floral print sundress she had not yet packed away until next spring. Underneath, she wore a black, lace thong. She decided against wearing a bra; not needing one to support her perky B-cup breasts. For her feet, she chose a pair of strappy, black, four-inch heels to boost her 5'2" height. She left her wavy, dark brown hair hanging down to the middle of her back.

Ben stayed casual. After shaving and showering, he pulled a pair of comfortable blue jeans and a t-shirt onto his heavy 6'3" frame.

The doorbell rang a few minutes after 8:00. Ben buzzed Kate through the door in the lobby and opened the apartment door to wait. Gaby stood beside him as they listened to Kate climb the steps to the second floor.

It took only a few moments and Kate came into view. She was wearing her uniform. Her hair was down -- falling just past her shoulders. She smiled as she walked toward them.

"Are you on duty?" Ben asked as she reached the door.

"Yes," she said. "I'm on my dinner break."

Ben was a bit disappointed.

"So, how much time do we have?" he asked, moving aside so she could enter the apartment.

"I asked for an extended break, so we have an hour," she answered, walking through the door.

Gaby stepped to Kate and reached out to shake her hand.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you...again," she said, smiling.

Kate laughed.

"Yes, last time you seemed a bit preoccupied," she said. "How is your friend, the one in the backseat with you?"

"She's doing well," Gaby answered. "But, we haven't seen her again...at least in that way...since that night."

"Mmmm, that's too bad for her," Kate said.

"I'm surprised Mrs. Moynahan didn't peek out to see why a police officer is here," Ben said, as he closed the door.

"Oh, yes; Mrs. Moynahan," Kate said with a grin, "we know her well."

"Really?" Ben and Gaby asked in unison.

"Hardly a week goes by that we're not here for one complaint or another," Kate told them.

"She'd probably have a heart attack if she knew why you're here," Gaby said.

An awkward silence fell over the three of them. Standing in the small hallway just inside the door, they looked at each other, waiting for one of them to break it. It took several seconds.

"Are you wearing panties, Gaby?" Kate asked.

"What?" Gaby asked, a bit surprised.

Kate repeated the question.

"Yes, I am," Gaby answered.

"Give them to me," Kate demanded.

Gaby slid her left hand up under her dress and slowly pulled down the thong. She put her right hand on Ben's shoulder to steady herself as she stepped out of it. Then, she handed the black lace to Kate.

Kate took them and ran her fingers over the material.

"Already wet," she said. "I like that."

She dropped the panties to the floor, pushed Gaby against the wall, and kissed her deeply, pushing her tongue into Gaby's mouth.

"So," she asked, when she broke the kiss, "where's the bedroom?"

"This way," Gaby said, as she smiled at Kate and began leading the way.

The three walked in the bedroom together. Kate pulled the wooden chair away from Gaby's dressing table and turned to Ben.

"Sit down," she told him.

He did as ordered.

She walked behind him and slid her hands over his shoulders and down across his chest. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it up over his head, then draped it over his face. She reached down and pulled his arms behind the chair. Ben turned his head to protest, but she leaned close to him and made a "shhhhh" sound.

Feeling unsure, Ben stayed silent as Kate handcuffed him.

He heard the floor creak as Kate walked around him. He shook his head and the shirt fell to the floor.

Kate and Gaby were standing in front of him -- kissing.

The chair creaked as Ben tested just how securely he was attached.

Kate looked down at him and smiled. Then she reached up, took a handful of Gaby's hair, and pulled her head back. She leaned down and kissed Gaby's neck hard.

Gaby let out a gasp -- her neck being one of her most sensitive spots -- and teetered slightly as her knees went weak.

Kate ran her tongue along Gaby's jugular vein.

"You like that, Baby?" Kate asked.

"Oh, yes," Gaby hissed.

Gaby ran her hands over Kate's uniform, across her chest, and then down past her waist.

Kate suddenly pushed her hands away.

"Not yet," she said.

Running her hands up Gaby's back, Kate grabbed the zipper of Gaby's dress and pulled it downward. She reached up, pulled the straps over her shoulders, and let the dress fall to the floor. Gaby stood naked in front of her.

Gaby reached out to touch Kate.

"Why don't you see if you can get Ben's pants off," Kate said.

As Gaby turned to Ben, Kate toed off her shoes, and then pulled her shirt out of her pants. She pulled off her clip-on tie and dropped it. Then, unbuttoned her shirt and slid it off. She was wearing a bulletproof vest underneath.

Gaby knelt in front of Ben and, with some effort, opened his pants. He strained against the handcuffs, trying to lift his hips, making it easier for her to slide the jeans and boxer-briefs down his legs.

Kate tore open the Velcro fasteners of her vest and lifted it off her body. Beneath the vest she wore a white wife-beater and no bra. Ben could see the nipples of her A-cup breasts poking through the thin fabric of the shirt and he licked his lips.

Kate reached up and pinched her nipples, hard -- Ben watched her wince as the self-induced pain raced through her.

Gaby was finally able to get Ben's pants down to his ankles and pull them off.

Ben now sat naked in the chair.

"Good job," Kate said. "Now, come here, Gaby."

Gaby tried to stand up, but Kate put a hand on her shoulder and forced her to stay on her knees.

She turned her back to Ben -- she was only two feet away from him -- and Gaby crawled slowly to kneel in front of her.

Kate unbuckled her equipment belt and slowly lowered it to the floor beside her. Then, she unsnapped and unzipped her pants.

As she lowered her pants, Ben saw Gaby's eyes go wide.

"Oh, my God," she gasped.

As Kate pushed her pants down farther to rest on her hips, Ben could see several thin, black plastic straps wrapped around her waist and running downward.

Kate turned and walked over to Ben. A smooth purple latex dildo -- about six inches long, and perhaps an inch in diameter -- protruded from Kate's pants. It was smaller than Ben's penis, but a surprise nonetheless.

Kate looked down at Ben in the chair. She reached down to stroke "her" cock.

"Think I can make Gaby cum with this?" she asked.

Ben had to clear his throat before he could answer.

"Absolutely," he said. "I think she'll like it."

She turned back toward Gaby.

"Come here," she ordered.

Gaby moved over to Ben and Kate.

"Help me take my pants off," Kate said.

Gaby pulled the pants down to Kate's ankles and watched as she kicked them off. Kate reached down and quickly slipped off her socks.

"Now," Kate demanded, as she straighten herself, "suck my cock like you suck Ben's"

Gaby smiled at Ben, then leaned toward Kate and took the tip of the cock between her lips.

"That's it, Baby," Kate said.

Gaby slowly took more into her mouth as Ben watched. He squirmed on the chair, trying to adjust himself as his cock hardened.

Kate looked at him, then moved her right hand to the back of Gaby's head, and pulled her hair.

Gaby's mouth came off the cock, and Kate slapped Gaby's right cheek.

Gaby gasped at the strike, and Ben saw fire ignite in her eyes, but she said nothing.

"Don't fucking tease me," Kate ordered. "Suck it harder."

Still holding Gaby's hair, Kate directed her head back to the cock. She forced it into Gaby's mouth.

Gaby took the cock deeper. As she did, Gaby slid her hands up Kate's legs to grab her ass. She dug her nails into the flesh and held tight as the purple latex reached the back of her throat.

Kate gasped at the feeling of Gaby's nails digging into her ass.

"Oh, yeah," she whispered. "Suck that dick."

Ben, fully erect now, watched as Gaby held the cock in her throat -- knowing how wonderful it felt when she did it to him.

Kate turned slightly, and lifted her left leg to rest her foot on the edge of the chair, between Ben's legs.

Gaby moved her right hand from Kate's ass to the shaft of the cock. Removing it from her mouth, she held it straight up so she could push her face between Kate's legs.

Despite the plastic straps used to secure Kate's cock, Gaby's tongue quickly found her clit.

"Yesssss," escaped from her lips, and she reached down to use both hands to pull Gaby's face into her.

Ben licked his lips as he watched, not satisfied with only the feel of Kate's toes between his legs, but powerless to obtain more.

"Does she taste good, Baby?" Ben asked.

"Mmmm, hmmm," the muffled response, as Gaby continued licking.

Kate looked down at Ben's hard cock.

"Oh, poor baby," she laughed. "Need some help?"

"Yes, I do," he answered.

Kate pulled Gaby's face away from her pussy. She moved to Ben and sat on his lap, trapping his cock between her ass and his body.

She moved her hips back and forth against him, teasing him.

"You like that?" Kate asked, turning her head to look at him.

"Is that all I get?" he asked in return.

"For now," she said.

She turned back to Gaby.

"Keep going."

Gaby pushed her face between Kate legs again, and Kate's head rolled back to rest on Ben's shoulder. He turned his head to kiss her neck.

Kate turned to kiss Ben's mouth. As she did, Gaby moved her right hand up and ran her fingers over the lips of Kate's pussy. Kate moaned softly into Ben's mouth.

With her left hand, Gaby grabbed the shaft of the latex cock and pulled it far up and out of her way, then leaned in and took Kate's clit between her lips. At the same time, she pushed the index finger of her right hand into Kate's pussy.

"Give me more," Kate ordered.

Gaby complied, pushing a second finger inside, as she flicked her tongue across Kate's clit.

Kate began to writhe on Ben's lap. The cheeks of her ass pressed against his cock.

She put her hands on her chest and pinched her nipples through the fabric of the shirt, as she pushed her tongue into Ben's mouth.

Gaby began to quickly piston her fingers in and out of Kate's pussy, while brushing Kate's clit with her thumb. She released the dildo and reached up to run her fingers over Kate's breasts. Her fingers caught on the white cotton.

Gaby raised her head to see Kate and Ben kissing.

Smiling, she tore at the neck of Kate's shirt. She pulled the light fabric toward her. It ripped easily, opening halfway down Kate's torso before Gaby stopped.

Kate, now gasping for breath, looked at Gaby. Ben could feel Kate's body begin to shake. He moved his mouth back to the side of her neck.

"Oh, God, she's so good," Kate whispered. "I'm gonna cum."

It didn't take long.

"Oh, fuck; here I cum. I'm cumming," Kate nearly screamed.

She held her breath for several seconds. Then, her body convulsed violently. Her knees came up toward her chest as her entire body shook.

Her chest heaved up and down as she gasped for breath, and her moans filled the room.

Gaby struggled to keep her fingers inside Kate as she squirmed on Ben's lap. With difficulty, she pulled her left arm from between Kate's legs, and placed her hand on Kate's hip -- trying to steady her as she came. She continued moving the fingers of her right hand into Kate, making her body spasm again.

Kate spread her legs, dropping her feet to the floor again, attempting to balance herself. She grabbed at Gaby's wrist, trying to keep the fingers inside her.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 03



"Please, keep going," Kate rasped. "Make me cum again."

Gaby was not about to stop. She moved her fingers faster.

"Oh, yes, make me cum again," Kate repeated, though now it was more a demand.

"Come on, Baby," Gaby hissed, as Kate struggled. "I want you to cum all over my fingers."

Ben looked at Gaby. He could tell she was ready to cum too -- she often reached orgasm herself while pleasuring others; one of many traits he loved about her.

Gaby leaned down and pushed her tongue against Kate's clit, while roughly maneuvering a third finger into her cunt.

Not a minute passed before a second orgasm ripped through Kate's body.

Ben, tortured by Kate wiggling against his cock, watched as Gaby moved up to rest her head on Kate's stomach. Her body convulsed along with Kate's, and Ben knew her first orgasm had arrived.

The two women held each other. Kate rested her hands on Gaby's head and shoulders. Gaby removed her fingers from inside Kate, and placed her hands on Kate's hips.

As the waves of orgasm slowly receded, their bodies continued to tremble.

Gaby finally raised her head to look at Ben. She smiled, knowing that he knew she'd cum, too.

She stood up carefully, and moved her fingers to Ben's mouth, allowing him to taste Kate.

As she recovered, Kate remained on Ben's lap, looking up at Gaby.

"Oh, that was so good, Gaby," Kate said.

She turned to look at Ben.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"Not as good as you two," he laughed.

"Oh, poor baby," she teased. "Do you want to cum now?"

"Yes!"

Gaby leaned against Ben's shoulder, and bent slightly to kiss his lips.

Kate tried to stand. It took a few moments for her legs to find their balance and her knees to remember their job.

Once upright, Kate straightened the straps holding her cock.

"It's Ben's turn to feel that hot little mouth of yours," she told Gaby. "Come here."

Gaby did as commanded, moving back in front of Ben.

"Now, bend over and suck his cock," Kate demanded.

Are you OK? Ben mouthed silently, looking into Gaby's eyes.

Gaby winked at him as she lowered her head into his lap.

As Gaby's lips slid over the head of Ben's cock, Kate positioned herself behind Gaby and grabbed the brown skin of her hips. She noticed Gaby's tattoo -- a small, dark, Spanish-style cross -- just above the crack of her ass.

"Hmmm, what's this? A tramp stamp?" Kate said more than asked.

With her right hand, she slapped Gaby's ass. Gaby squealed and struggled to avoid biting Ben's cock as her body jumped at the sharp pain.

"I knew you were a dirty girl," Kate said. "I like that."

Kate leaned over to lick the tattoo.

As Gaby's mouth enveloped his cock, Ben's head fell back against the chair.

"That's it, Baby," he said. "Swallow my cock."

Kate used her right hand to guide her cock to Gaby's sex. She rubbed the purple latex back and forth across Gaby's clit a few times, feeling her body tense as she did so.

"Want this, Baby?" Kate asked.

Gaby let Ben slip from her mouth long enough to say, "Yes."

Kate pulled back slightly allowing the cock to slide against Gaby's hole.

Gaby reached underneath herself and grabbed the cock. As Kate moved her hips forward, Gaby guided the toy inside her.

"Uhhh," she moaned, around Ben's cock, as it slid in.

At first, Kate only allowed her to have an inch. She pulled back slightly, careful not to slip out, then moved forward again.

Gaby moved her fingers from the cock to her wet lips and back to the cock, lubricating it with her juices.

Kate pushed deeper.

Gaby tipped forward toward Ben, but then pushed back, taking the cock farther inside herself.

"Oh, God," she cried out, at the penetration.

Kate gripped Gaby's hips and pulled her back onto the toy.

Gaby turned her head to look back at Kate.

"Give it to me," she demanded.

Kate used her hands to push Gaby forward, then pulled her back as she thrust the latex dick inside her.

They both gasped.

Kate didn't stop. She began thrusting again and again; faster and faster.

Gaby moved her hands to Ben's chest as Kate fucked her. As she took his cock back in her mouth, she moaned and her nails dug into his skin.

"You like that, Baby?" Kate asked. "You like getting fucked hard?"

Kate quickly moved her hands to Gaby's shoulders. Holding her tightly, Kate began to ram the cock into Gaby.

Gaby's mouth again came off Ben's cock, and she moaned with pleasure at each thrust.

Ben watched as Gaby's body shuddered each time Kate slammed into her.

"Baby, don't stop," Ben said, to Gaby.

Gaby lifted her head to gaze at Ben. She had a faraway look in her eyes -- the thousand yard stare the military calls it -- as if she were looking right through him. Then, suddenly, she was back with him. She lunged forward and kissed his mouth violently. She wrapped her arms around him, and pressed herself to him, as Kate adjusted to her movement and continued thrusting.

Ben felt Gaby's body begin to tremble.

"I'm...gonna...cum," she said, breathlessly, between their kisses.

"Yes, Gaby," Ben was barely able to respond, "cum for me, Baby."

Kate gave a few more hard thrusts, and Gaby's body bucked against Ben. Her body slipped from Kate's grasp, and she nearly collapsed into Ben's lap as she came. She buried her face in his shoulder and screamed.

"Oh, God, no; I'm almost there," Kate cried.

She grabbed Gaby and turned her over on Ben's lap. Then, bent her knees slightly and pushed back inside Gaby.

Gaby's orgasm had barely begun when Kate re-entered her. She gasped for breath as her body convulsed.

Ben tried to move his body with Gaby, to keep her from falling.

Kate placed her hands on Gaby's breasts -- squeezing them -- as she plunged into her.

"That's right, fuck her hard," Ben said, suddenly. "Make her cum again."

His demand pushed both women over the edge.

Kate grunted loudly as she thrust deep inside Gaby one more time. Before she could pull back, her knees buckled slightly as she began to cum. She fell on top of Gaby and Ben on the chair, her body shuddering against them.

Gaby wrapped her arms and legs around Kate -- their bodies bucking against each other -- as another orgasmic wave washed over Gaby, drowning her senses again before the first wave had fully passed.

Both women moaned and gasped for breath, as they clung to each other.

Ben had long enjoyed Gaby's multi-orgasmic capability. But, now, with two beautiful women stacked on top of him, cumming at the same time, he was in agony. His still hard cock lay trapped between his stomach and Gaby's lower back. And, while each of the women had cum multiple times already, he had not yet cum once.

Their bodies still trembling, Kate and Gaby kissed each other deeply. Kate's latex cock remained inside her, and each time Kate moved, Gaby's body jumped at the sensation.

Gaby turned her head to look at Ben. Their eyes met, but neither spoke.

Kate gently twisted her hips to withdraw the toy from Gaby without having to stand.

"Ohhh," Gaby moaned, as she turned back to Kate. "Are you leaving me?"

Kate smiled at her.

"I'll give you more later," she promised.

For several more minutes, they lay in Ben's lap, recovering. Their breathing slowly returned to normal.

"You know, I'm not sure this chair can hold all three of us forever," Ben whispered.

Both women laughed.

"Maybe we should move to the bed," Gaby offered.

"Mmmm," Kate agreed. "But, does that mean I have to let Ben out of those cuffs?"

"I didn't say that," Gaby said, with a giggle.

"Hey," Ben interjected.

Kate stood up slowly. She reached out, took Gaby's hand, and helped her stand.

As Gaby left Ben's lap, Kate could see his cock.

"Oh, my," she said, "do you need a hand, Ben?"

She leaned over and reached out to grab him.

Ben moaned as she gripped his cock and stroked it up and down.

"I want this inside me," she whispered.

"Hold on," Gaby said, turning toward the bed.

Kate released Ben's cock and turned to see what Gaby wanted. She watched as Gaby walked across the room and reached into a nightstand beside the bed.

Kate heard a noise behind her. She turned back toward Ben and found him standing. He held the handcuffs -- dangling from a finger -- in front of her eyes.

Before she could react, he grabbed her shoulders and spun her to face away from him. As he spun her, Ben pushed Kate toward the bed. She tried to resist, but he overwhelmed her with his size.

He pushed her down to her knees and bent her upper body over the edge of the bed. Then, he slid his hands down her arms and roughly pulled her wrists behind her back.

"How did you..." Kate began, as she struggled against him.

"Just a trick I learned a long time ago," he answered, cutting off the end of her question.

Gaby smiled at Ben.

"Would you like to cuff her, Baby?" Ben asked Gaby.

"Why did you wait so long?" Gaby asked, as she took the handcuffs from his hand.

"Oh, I just wanted to see what would happen if we let her have her way," Ben answered, as she slipped the cold metal around Kate's wrists.

Gaby reached up, took a handful of Kate's hair, and pulled her head back hard. Kate came upright on her knees, beside the bed.

Gaby gave Kate's left cheek a hard slap.

Kate growled at her.

"You like that, don't you, Bitch?" she asked Kate.

"Yesss," Kate hissed.

"If you're good, maybe I'll let Ben make you cum," Gaby told her.

Still holding Kate's hair, Gaby leaned over to kiss her on the mouth. As the two girls kissed, Ben -- still standing behind Kate -- slid his left hand down to Kate's left breast.

Gaby broke the kiss and looked at Ben.

"You," she demanded, "sit on the edge of the bed."

Ben was shocked. He'd never seen Gaby this dominant.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, finally, as he stepped around Kate.

Gaby slid her right hand under Kate's left arm.

"Get up," she demanded, pulling Kate to her feet, still holding her hair.

Kate struggled to stand while cuffed.

Keeping a firm grip on her hair and her arm, Gaby pushed Kate toward Ben. Kate didn't resist.

Ben sat on the bed, his feet on the floor.

"You want that cock in you?" Gaby asked. "Hmmm, is that what you want?"

Kate remained silent.

Gaby released Kate's arm and slapped her ass, hard. She yelped in pain.

Kate tried to turn and face Gaby, straining against Gaby's grip on her hair.

"Tell me what you want," Gaby ordered.

She slapped Kate's ass again.

"Yesss, I want it," Kate rasped, through the pain.

"Bend over and suck his cock," Gaby told her, pushing her head downward.

As Kate took the head of Ben's cock in her mouth, Ben gasped.

Gaby released Kate's hair. She slid her hands down the moist skin of Kate's back, to her hips.

"Get him hard, Kate," Gaby said.

"Oh, I am hard," Ben assured her.

Gaby moved her fingers to the buckles holding Kate's strap-on in position. She quickly loosened the toy and let it fall to Kate's ankles.

Kate carefully stepped out of the tangle of straps, and pushed the cock aside with one foot.

Gaby reached up with her left hand to grab Kate's hair again. She pulled hard, forcing Kate to stand up. With her right hand, Gaby picked up the condom she'd dropped on top of the nightstand when Ben made his escape from the handcuffs.

"Put this on," Gaby said, tossing the condom at him. It hit his chest and fell to the floor.

He retrieved the gold foil package and moved to comply with Gaby's order.

Gaby and Kate watched as Ben rolled the latex down the length of his shaft.

"Now, lie back," Gaby told him, once he finished.

Ben scooted farther back on the bed, until the back of his knees hugged the edge. He lowered his torso to the sheets, laying sideways on the king size bed.

With his right hand, he began to stroke his cock slowly -- moving his fingers up and down the shaft as he watched Gaby and Kate.

Gaby slapped Kate's ass again.

"Do you think I should let you ride that cock?" Gaby asked, as Kate yelped.

"Yes, please," Kate whispered, "let me have it."

Gaby pushed Kate to the edge of the bed.

"Get on top of him," Gaby ordered.

Gaby steadied Kate as she first put one knee, then the other, on the bed, and moved to straddle Ben's hips. Her feet hung over the side of the bed.

Ben's cock pressed against her, and she tried to wiggle enough to work him inside her.

Gaby released Kate's hair and used both hands to slap the cheeks of her ass.

"Fuck!" Kate cried out.

Ben saw the pain and pleasure in Kate's face.

Gaby slid her right hand between their four legs and grabbed Ben's cock.

"Are you ready, Baby?" she asked, peeking around Kate's body to see Ben's face.

"Don't fucking tease me," he hissed, looking at Gaby.

"Oh, a bit eager are we?" she asked, stroking his cock -- teasing him despite his protest.

How many times have you cum already?" he demanded.

"Well, I guess you do have a point," she granted.

Bending a bit in order to see, Gaby placed her left hand on Kate's ass. She used her thumb to spread the cheeks a bit. She moved Ben's cock to Kate's wet lips.

Gaby adjusted Ben slightly, and the tip of his cock slipped inside Kate.

Both Ben and Kate gasped out loud, and Ben's head fell back to the bed.

A moment later, as Gaby continued to hold Ben, Kate lowered herself, taking more of his cock.

Kate slowly took more and more of Ben, allowing herself to adjust to Ben's size, and to lubricate him with her wetness.

As Kate accepted more of Ben, Gaby released his cock and stood up. She moved her right hand to his balls, caressing them until Kate had worked his entire length inside herself.

Kate sat on top of Ben -- impaled on his cock. She slowly moved her hips back and forth, grinding herself against him.

Gaby leaned over and pressed her body against Kate's back. She slid her left hand around Kate's hip and brushed her fingertips across Kate's clit.

Gaby jumped at her touch.

"Yesss, ride that big cock," Gaby whispered in her ear.

As Kate began moving herself up and down on Ben, Gaby rubbed Kate's clit harder.

"Oh, God, that feels so good," Kate moaned.

Kate increased the speed and force of her movements, fighting to balance on top of Ben without the use of her hands.

Gaby suddenly removed her hands from both Ben and Kate. Ben felt the bed move, and looked up to see Gaby climb onto the bed. She stood, straddling Ben, facing Kate.

She reached out to pull Kate's face into her, as Ben stared at her beautiful ass.

Kate's tongue quickly found Gaby's clit.

"Mmmm," Gaby moaned, "that's it."

Ben carefully sat up. Bracing himself with his hands, he stuck out his tongue and trailed it along the bottom of Gaby's right butt cheek.

"¡Oh, Dios mío!," Gaby cried out, slipping into her native Spanish.

Gaby moved her right hand back to hold Ben's face against her ass. He continued to run his tongue over her skin, occasionally attempting to nip at her inner thighs.

Though her face was buried between Gaby's legs, Ben heard Kate begin to emit a sharp grunt each time she forced herself down on his cock.

Gaby writhed against their faces, and -- still wearing her high heels -- nearly lost her balance several times as they pleasured her.

Ben sensed Gaby's knees begin to buckle. He knew she was close to another orgasm. She moved both hands back to Kate's head to steady herself.

Only a moment later, Ben felt Kate's pussy contract around his cock -- squeezing him as she began to cum again. He body shuddered against Ben and Kate, and she fought to keep her tongue on Gaby.

As her orgasm reached its peak, she turned her head away from Gaby to cry out. Gaby lacked the strength to hold Kate as the first waves of her own orgasm washed over her.

"Me corro! Me corro!" Gaby cried.

Ben, feeling the tremors running through Gaby's body, moved his face away just as her knees gave out. She sunk down onto Ben's chest, knocking him back to the bed. She landed on top of him -- the ass Ben worshipped rested a mere foot from his face -- and fell into Kate.

Ben slid his hands up Gaby's legs to her waist and held her tightly.

The two women leaned against each other as both -- again -- came on top of Ben. This time, however, their movements brought Ben to the edge of his own orgasm.

His mind screamed for him to hold back, but his body, aching to cum after being tortured so long, shut out any thoughts save those of release.

"I'm gonna cum, Baby," he yelled to Gaby.

Gaby pushed Kate backward two inches and pulled Ben's cock out of her. She circled the thumb and forefinger of her right hand around the base of Ben's cock and quickly stripped off the condom. The latex fell to the bed as Gaby stroked Ben's cock furiously.

"Give it to me, Ben," she demanded, looking back at him over her shoulder.

She fought to make him cum as her own orgasm extended at the thought of pleasuring him.

"Cum for me, Baby," she almost screamed, gripping him tightly with both hands, while jerking up and down roughly.

"Come on. Come on. Do it!" Kate echoed, her latest orgasm slowly subsiding.

Kate leaned forward to avoid falling off the bed as Ben involuntarily raised his hips, lifting both women as he did so.

Gaby turned back to Kate and kissed her mouth.

"Here I cummm..." Ben grunted, as his hips bucked violently.

His cum shot up between the two women, coating Gaby's stomach, and the remnants of Kate's shirt.

He moaned and fired again, and again.

"That's it, Ben," Gaby cooed, looking down as he came, "give me all of it."

Her hands slick with cum, Gaby continued stroking, milking Ben's cock.

Ben gasped for breath. His body contorted under Gaby's touch, trying to pull free of her hands, even as it demanded more pleasure.

Ben's fingers dug into the warm flesh of Gaby's hips as she rode his convulsing body.

Kate leaned back and looked down as Ben finished ejaculating.

"Oh, yes," Kate said, "what a beautiful mess."

Ben still swimming in the afterglow could only moan in response.

He continued to tremble as Gaby gently stroked his spent, now hypersensitive, cock.

It took several minutes for Ben's body to relax completely.

Coherent thought came crashing back into Ben's mind like Icarus falling to earth after a glorious, but far too short, escape.

As his breathing slowed, Gaby released his cock and crawled off him. She plucked a Kleenex from the box on the nightstand and began to clean herself.

Kate carefully inched her way up his body, then turned to fall onto her back next to Ben's right side.

Gaby reached over to wipe some of Ben's cum off Kate -- most of it had already soaked into the cotton shirt -- then she lay down against Ben's right side.

She kissed his neck and chest.

"That was incredible, Baby," she whispered.

"I love when you do that to me," he replied.

They lay on the bed, their bodies pressed against each other, slowly recovering, for several minutes.

Kate raised her head to glance at the alarm clock on the nightstand.

It took a moment to realize what she was seeing.

"Fuck, I'm late," she screamed.

She rolled to the end of the bed and stood up.

"Let me out of these cuffs, Ben," she said. "I have to get dressed and get back to work."

Ben reached in the nightstand and found the key to his own set of handcuffs. He released Kate, and the three pulled on various articles of clothing.

Kate quickly collected her clothes and equipment. After pulling on her pants, she donned her bulletproof vest, putting it on over her torn, sweaty, cum-stained wife-beater.

Ben stepped into his blue jeans, while Gaby walked to the closet and put on her short, black silk robe.

As she finished dressing, Kate asked to borrow a scrunchy from Gaby, and pulled her disheveled hair back into a ponytail.

"Don't forget this," Gaby said, picking up the strap-on.




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Kate buckled her equipment belt as Gaby went to the kitchen for a plastic bag -- suggesting it would be better for Kate to smuggle the toy out, lest Mrs. Moynahan catch her in the hallway.

Dressed, and somewhat more composed, they walked to the door.

"That was wonderful," Kate said. "I hope we can get together again, soon."

"Absolutely," Ben and Kate said, almost simultaneously.

Kate gave Ben a goodbye kiss. Then, she turned to hug Gaby. She wrapped her arms around Gaby and pushed her up against the wall next to the door. Once more, she slid her tongue into Gaby's mouth.

They were both breathless by the time the kiss ended.

Ben opened the door to let Kate out.

She walked through the door, then stopped and turned.

"Please drive carefully, Ben," she said, with a giggle. "I'd hate to have to pull you over again."

Kate spun and walked toward the stairs.

As Ben closed the door, Gaby pushed herself against his body. She stood on her tip-toes and kissed him.

She broke the kiss and hooked her fingers inside the top of Ben's jeans.

"Come on," she said, pulling him. "We need to get back in bed!"

She led him through the bedroom door, then released him and turned toward the bed. She reached up and pushed the robe over her shoulders. The cool silk slipped noiselessly to the floor.

As Gaby climbed into bed, Ben slipped out of his jeans.

He followed her onto the bed. Gaby lay on her back. She spread her legs as her moved on top of her.

"Are you ready for more?" Ben asked, as he hardened against her.

He leaned down to kiss her neck.

"Ben," she said, softly.

He stopped kissing and looked into her eyes.

"Yes?"

"Make love to me," she whispered.

"I..." he began, then fell silent for a moment.

Still gazing into her eyes, he moved a hand to the side of her face and held her gently.

"I can do that," he said, finally.

When they finished, they lay in the bed, snuggled deep in the covers -- her back to him, his arms around her -- both drifting toward sleep.



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"I think I want to fuck Brit," she said, suddenly, almost in a whisper, as if the entire world might hear.

There was no response from the near-darkness save the ticking of the clock and the slow, steady breathing of her fiancé.

"Hey," she poked the body next to her in bed, "are you awake?"

"Mmmm," it said.

"Ben, are you awake?"

She poked him again.

He yawned.

"I am now," he said.

He lifted his head off the pillow and glanced at his alarm clock -- 2:58am.

"What's wrong?" he asked, turning his head to look toward her.

He could see her head and shoulders outlined by the soft, red glow of the digital numbers on her alarm clock.

"Nothing's wrong," she said, quietly.

"Gaby, you've been saying nothing's wrong for three days now," he said.

She set her jaw, took a deep breath and held it for a few seconds.

"I think I want to fuck Brit," she repeated.

The statement hung in the air.

"Is that all?" he asked. "I thought it was something serious."

He let his head drop back onto the pillow.

Gaby reached over and punched him in the shoulder.

He let out a long sigh and lifted his head again.

"I am serious," she said.

"Brit who?" he asked, still clearing the cobwebs of REM sleep from his mind.

"Brit, Brit...from my school."

"The cleaning gel?" he asked, horribly mimicking Brit's Liverpool accent.

"Yes."

He turned his body to face her, as she switched on the small lamp on her nightstand.

"You think you want to have sex with her, or you want to have sex with her?" he asked.

"I want to."

"And, when did you come to this conclusion?"

"Friday," Gaby answered, "while she was here cleaning."

"Did you say anything to her?"

"Oh, God no!" she said. "I couldn't...I..."

"So, you want to have sex with one of your former, and possibly future, students, who comes to clean our apartment?" he asked quietly.

"Yes."

"She's, like, 16," he said.

"She's 21...I teach college, you idiot," she retorted.

"Oh, yeah, I forget sometimes," he said, letting out a short laugh, "especially when I help you grade essays and tests."

"You know, you're a real shit sometimes," she hissed.

"Yeah, it must have something to do with being awakened in the middle of the night," he said.

She simply looked at him.

"Well," he continued, "what brought this on?"

"I've always found her attractive...I mean...don't you think she's attractive?" she asked.

"Ummm, on the advice of legal counsel, I must refuse to answer any questions regarding the 'hotness or notness' of other women while lying in bed with my fiancé," he answered.

"You're an ass!" she said.

"No, I'm a careful man, who deeply, deeply cares for his future wife," he said, with a smirk.

Gaby gave him an exaggerated eye-roll at that.

"I've seen you stare at her," Gaby said.

"I don't 'stare'," he said. "I glance, briefly, and appreciate."

He received another eye-roll in response.

"OK...yes, I do think she's very attractive," he said, after a few moments. "She's young and firm. She has a very pretty face, those big, brown, doe eyes, and..."

"OK," Gaby said.

"...Nice legs, and a terrific as..."

She punched his shoulder again.

"Ouch."

"I get it," she said. "Of course, having a pair of 32 double Ds doesn't hurt either, huh?"

"Well," Ben said, "there's that too...or those two."

They fell silent for a few moments.

"So," Ben began again, "what happened on Friday?"

"I was in the kitchen while she was cleaning," Gaby started.

She paused for a few moments, before continuing.

"I was wearing low-riders and a short t-shirt, and she noticed my cross," she said, referring to the tattoo of a Spanish-style cross on her lower back, just above the crack of her ass. "Brit asked if she could look at it up close, and I let her."

He watched as she licked her lips nervously.

"She put her fingers on my back and slowly traced over the tat," Gaby said. "When she touched me, I felt electricity shoot through my body...like I haven't felt in a very long time."

"Wow," Ben said, "doesn't that make me feel special."

Gaby momentarily ignored his comment and continued.

"She asked if I wanted to see her 'tramp stamp'," Gaby said. "And, at that moment, there was nothing in the world I wanted more."

"And?" Ben asked, quietly.

"When she leaned up against the counter, lifted her shirt and pushed her shorts down enough that I could see it all...I swear, I almost came," she said. "When my fingers touched her skin, I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and pull her into me."

Ben cleared his suddenly dry throat.

"I've only caught glimpses of it," he said. "What is it?"

"Is says, 'Rule, Britannia!' with an outline of Great Britain underneath. And, below that, the words, '...this Earth, this realm, this England'," she said.

"You're kidding," Ben said.

"I swear," she said, with a grin that wrinkled her nose.

"That quote, it's from..." he began.

"Yep, Shakespeare...Richard II," she giggled.

"That's got to be the strangest 'tramp stamp' I've ever heard of," he said with a chuckle.

"Well, Benjamin," Gabrielle began, "her full first name is Britannia."

"Huh, I always figured it was Britney, or Brittany, or something like that," Ben said.

"I guess she figured that it all just fit together," Gaby said.

"And the Shakespeare?" Ben asked.

"She said it reminds her of home," Gaby said.

Ben nodded and thought for a few moments.

"So, what's the plan?" he asked.

"As long as you're OK with it, I'll talk to her the next time I see her, and find out if she's interested in joining us," Gaby answered.

"I don't know how wise it is to get involved with one of your students, but other than that I'm fine with it," Ben said.

"She's past the age of consent, and she's not a current student," Gaby told him. "Plus, we're not going to 'get involved,' we're just going to fuck!"

"God, you're such a Romantic, aren't you, Gaby?" Ben said, and laughed.

"You know, I'm beginning to re-think asking her to join us," she said. "Maybe Brit has a boyfriend who could take the place of my wise-ass fiancé."

"Ouch," Ben said, feigning pain in his voice.

He turned away from her, pretending to be hurt by her threat.

"Oh, don't be like that," Gaby said, laughing.

"You're the dick I want, Ben," she said.

"Ummm, thanks...I think," he said.

"I mean, you're the only man I want...and your little guy is..."

"Little?!" he said, turning his head slightly.

"I didn't mean 'little'," she said. "It's a nice size."

"Oh, man! I think I'm gonna go sleep on the couch," he said.

She turned off the light and snuggled under the covers.

"Cut it out and come here," she said, as she turned her back to him and dropped her head to the pillow.

He turned over, moved his body against hers, and softly kissed her shoulder.

"They are huge though," she said, with a laugh. "They make mine look like innies."

"Oh, don't worry, Babe," Ben whispered, as he slid his hands around her body to caress her B-cup breasts, "yours are a nice size."

She elbowed him in the ribs.

"Oof," he exhaled.

For a few minutes, they whispered to each other in the dark, then fell asleep together.

The following Friday, anticipating Brit's arrival, Gaby took a long, hot bath. Her mind lingered on Brit and she enjoyed two self-induced orgasms at the thought of what might be.

She pulled back her long, dark brown hair into a ponytail. She dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and a white t-shirt, the latter she knotted at her waist, leaving a peek of skin around her middle. She wore no shoes to enhance her 5'2" height.

Brit arrived just after 3:00. Her ample, 5'7" frame was clothed in a pair of low-rise blue jeans, a tight red t-shirt which barely fell to the top of her jeans, and white tennis shoes. Her straight, dirty-blonde hair was also pulled into a ponytail, which fell to the middle of her back.

Gaby couldn't believe how nervous she felt. It had been years since she'd had butterflies in her stomach over someone -- not since she'd first begun dating Ben, in fact. As she opened the door for Brit, she was absolutely giddy.

They greeted each other, as always, by hugging. As their bodies touched, Gaby felt the same electricity she'd felt the previous week.

Gaby immediately became self-conscious that she'd held Brit too long.

Did she notice? Would she react? Gaby wondered.

She forced herself to release Brit, and tried to act casually.

They spoke for a few minutes about events at school, all the time Gaby wanted only to touch Brit again.

"Well, Brit asked, finally, "where should I start this week?"

Gaby fought the urge to respond with her true thoughts.

"You can start in Ben's office, if you like," she managed to say.

"Oh, he's not working in there today?" Brit asked.

Gaby explained the Ben was away on a project and wouldn't return until the next day.

Brit seemed a bit disappointed. Or, maybe it was Gaby's imagination.

She'd suspected that Brit had a bit of a crush on Ben -- not that Gaby was jealous. Brit just seemed to laugh more, smile more, and bounce more when Ben was around.

Brit moved around the apartment, cleaning -- they only had her do the dusting, vacuuming, and the bathroom. In truth, there wasn't much for her to do. Like many people who hire a cleaning service, they usually cleaned their own place before the service arrived.

Gaby sat on the couch in the living room and pretended to grade papers. In reality, she watched Brit's body as she bent and stretched while cleaning.

Only 21, she had a curvy, womanly body, with just a hint of baby fat -- Gaby felt sure that if she opened a dictionary to the word "voluptuous," Brit's picture would be displayed as the definition. Her cherubic face held deep, brown eyes, and pink lips Gaby was sure she could kiss for days without tiring of doing so.

Brit did not possess the pale, pasty complexion so prevalent amongst the English. She'd clearly gotten some sun during her three years in America.

Gaby could feel the wetness growing between her legs as she watched Brit move. Several times, she caught sight of Brit's panties rising above the top of her jeans. She felt as if her heart stopped each time she glimpsed the white fabric.

It took less than 90 minutes for Brit to complete her work. As she prepared to leave, Gaby asked Brit to join her on the couch.

Gaby remained silent for a few moments after Brit sat down next to her.

"I...uh...," Gaby tried to begin.

Gaby couldn't understand why she was so nervous. She'd hit on women before -- beautiful women; women she'd only wanted physically.

She nearly lost her nerve, but stumbled on.

"I don't know how to say this," she continued.

"Oh, sod it," Brit burst out. "You're giving me the sack, aren't you?"

"The sack?" Gaby repeated. "Oh, no; I'm not going to fire you, dear."

"Always happens! I work someplace for a few weeks, then the missus complains that I'm too 'sexy,' or too 'curvy,' or too 'endowed' to be around her husband, and I get the sack!" Brit cried. "I can't help it if I'm 'curvy' and their husbands are lecherous gits looking for quick wank!"

Tears began to form in Brit's eyes.

"Brit, calm down," Gaby said. "I'm not giving you the sack."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Think about it for a second," Gaby said. "I knew you from school before I called your cleaning service, right? Why would I bring you into my home if I thought you were too sexy to be around my fiancé?"

Gaby leaned over and put her arms around Brit.

"It's OK," Gaby assured her.

Brit leaned into Gaby.

Gaby felt the heat of her body, and almost before she realized it, she turned her head and kissed Brit's lips.

For a moment, she thought Brit kissed back -- she was almost sure of it.

Gaby tore herself from Brit, stood, and took two steps away from the couch. She turned her back to Brit.

"I'm sorry, Brit," Gaby blurted. "I didn't mean to..."

Brit sat, wide-eyed, against the end of the couch.

"Wow," she said, "I've never snogged another girl before."

"No?" Gaby asked, turning back. "Never?"

"Well, I've kissed me Mum, and some of me mates when we were young, but nothing like that."

"Did you...like it," Gaby asked.

"I don't know," Brit answered.

"Oh."

"I mean, it all happened so suddenly," Brit said.

"Do you want to try it again?" Gaby asked.

Silence fell between them for several moments.

"Yes," Brit said, finally.

Gaby returned to the couch and sat down next to Brit.

"Are you sure?" Gaby asked, leaning toward her. "You don't have to."

"I..." Brit began, as Gaby's lips touched hers.

They shared a long kiss it seemed neither wished to break.

Gaby felt as if her entire body was electrified. Like a nervous teenager she moved her hands to Brit's back and pulled her closer. She slowly worked her tongue into Brit's mouth, pushing it against Brit's tongue.

Brit finally broke the kiss. Pulling back, she looked into Gaby's eyes.

"You're a really good kisser," she said, quietly.

"So are you," Gaby replied. "Do you want to do it some more?"

"Please," Brit said.

Gaby released Brit, then turned her body and got on her knees on the couch. Her head now slightly higher than Brit's, she leaned in again. As they kissed, Gaby wrapped her arms around Brit and pushed her against the arm of the couch.

Their kiss became more passionate, their breathing quickened, and Brit moved her hands to Gaby's waist.

Gaby's confidence returned. She moved her mouth to Brit's neck. She kissed hard, then trailed her tongue down Brit's jugular.

"Oh, God," Brit whispered.

"No, it's Gaby, Honey," Gaby replied, without looking up.

She reached up with her left hand and grabbed Brit's hair. Brit's head fell back, allowing Gaby greater access to Brit's neck.

As Brit reacted to the continued attention to her neck, Gaby slid her right hand onto Brit's left breast. She gently squeezed the soft, warm flesh through Brit's shirt.

"Mmmm," Brit moaned.

Gaby released Brit's hair, and leaned back slightly.

"Take your shirt off for me," she said.

Brit looked at Gaby for a moment, then arched her back as she pulled the shirt up over her head. She tossed it to the floor.

Brit's white lace bra appeared to match the panties Gaby had caught sight of earlier. Gaby could see Brit's dark nipples through the fabric. She reached out and took one large breast in each hand, feeling their weight, their warmth.

Brit slid her hands behind her back and unsnapped her bra. She pulled it downward, slipping it from between Gaby's fingers and her flesh.

Gaby again felt electricity shoot through her body. She felt on the verge of orgasm simply from touching Brit's skin.

"They're so...perfect," Gaby said.

She squeezed Brit's breasts again.

"Show me yours," Brit said.

Gaby reluctantly released Brit's breasts, and quickly removed her own shirt. It joined Brit's shirt on the floor in front of the couch.

Not wearing a bra, Gaby sat exposed to Brit.

"No comparison to yours," Gaby said.

Brit smiled.

"But, I bet you don't get backaches because of them," Brit said.

"Well, Ben really loves them," Gaby said.

"I like them too," Brit said.

Gaby cupped Brit's breasts again, pushing them together.

"Of course, there's something Ben would love to do with these," she laughed.

"Oh," Brit said, loudly, "I know what that is. The same thing every boy wants when they get my shirt off..."

"Can you blame them?" Gaby asked, giggling. "If I had a dick, I'd want to stick it between these beautiful boobs, too."

"I think it's my boyfriend's favorite thing to do," Brit said.

"How old is he?" Gaby asked.

"22," Brit answered.

"Yeah, younger guys are still fascinated by boobs," Gaby laughed. "Not that they ever completely outgrow it."

"Ben really wants that from me?" Brit asked.

"I want you to do that for him," Gaby said.

"Why?" Brit asked.

"There are two things I know Ben wants," Gaby said. "But, because of his size, or my size, I can't do them for him."

"His size?" Brit questioned. "How big is he?"

"Come on, I'll show you," Gaby said.

She stood up quickly.

"Show me? How?" Brit asked.

"Come with me," Gaby commanded, as she walked toward the hallway leading to the bedroom.

Brit stood and followed her, leaving their shirts crumpled on the floor.

Gaby turned to look at Brit. She watched Brit's breasts, now free of the restrictive bra, bounce as she walked.

"God, those things are incredible," Gaby said, and stopped to kiss Brit again.

Because of this, it took several minutes for the two women to reach the bedroom.

Gaby led Brit to the bed and pushed her down to sit on the edge. She stood between Brit's legs and kissed her mouth.

"Ben," Brit mumbled.

"He's not here, Honey," Gaby whispered.

"No," Brit said, "you said you had something to show me."

"Oh," Gaby said, looking down at Brit's chest. "Sorry. I got distracted."

Gaby turned to open a drawer in her nightstand. She removed an item and turned back to face Brit.

"Oh, my God," Brit gasped, as Gaby held a flesh colored dildo in front of her.

"This is a little shorter than Ben, but about the same thickness," Gaby said, as she wrapped both hands around its shaft.

Brit's mouth hung open.

"I got it for when Ben is away on business," Gaby said.

Brit remained speechless.

Gaby placed the toy in the middle of her chest, then pressed her breasts together, attempting to wrap them around it.

"You see?" she asked Brit. "That's one of our size problems."

Brit cleared her throat.

"Well, that's a bit of a stonker, isn't it?" Brit whispered, not taking her eyes off the latex cock.

"A what?" Gaby asked.

"Stonker," Brit repeated. "A big...uh, prick."

Gaby laughed at the word, and Brit's reaction to the toy.

"How big is your boyfriend?" Gaby asked.

"Not as big as that," she said. "He's about five inches, and not as thick."

Brit continued to stare at the toy as Gaby held it.

"What's the other thing Ben wants?" Brit asked, quietly.

Gaby leaned over to whisper in Brit's ear, as she slid the toy up between Brit's breasts.

"I see," Brit said, a moment later.

"Yes, unfortunately, it's something I'm just not built to do," Gaby said, "at least not with someone as big as Ben."

"And, you want me to do that?" Brit asked.

"Oh, I want much more than that, my dear," Gaby said. "I want you to join us because I want you!"

"OK," Brit said, tentatively.

"I'd like you to give Ben some things I can't give him myself," Gaby said. "But, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Gaby tossed her toy on the nightstand and sat down next to Brit on the bed.

"Don't get me wrong," Gaby said, quietly, "I'm not saying I want to run off and get married."

"I see," Brit said, not entirely sure she did.

"I love Ben; nothing is going to change that," Gaby said, reaching out to touch Brit's arm with her fingertips, "but, to tell you the absolute truth, I want to fuck you so bad that I feel like I'm going to explode. But, that's it...it's just physical."

"Oh..." Brit paused as her face flushed, "and Ben feels the same way?"

"Yes," Gaby said. "We talked about it last night. I told him how I feel."

"He doesn't mind?" Brit asked.

"Not at all," Gaby answered. "We've had other girls join us before."

"Bugger me," Brit said.

"Well, now you're just teasing me," Gaby said with a smile.

Brit laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean that," she said, then stopped for a moment. "Well, I mean, I didn't mean to tease."

"I know, Honey," Gaby said, "I'm just teasing back."

She reached out and ran her fingers lightly over Brit's arm.

"Ben knows I like women too," Gaby said after a few moments. "In fact, we usually find the same kind of women attractive. So, we have a sort of arrangement; either one of us can bring someone else to bed, as long as we talk about it beforehand, and we both agree."




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"Does your agreement apply to other men as well?" Brit asked.

"In theory, yes," Gaby answered. "Ben would do it if I wanted."

"Oh, dear," Brit said.

"Oh, no, no, no," Gaby said, "he wouldn't do anything with the other guy. But, as long as it was he and the other guy pleasuring me, he would be all for it."

"Whew!"

"I don't want any other men, though," Gaby said, "and Ben knows it. So, he happily goes along with what turns out to be a fairly one-sided agreement."

Gaby smiled at the thought.

"Look, I know you like Ben," Gaby said. "I'm not jealous. I really like you. And, Ben likes you. So, if you agree, all three of us can get what we want."

Brit looked down at the toy now lying in her lap.

"I've never done anything like this," Brit said.

"I understand," Gaby assured her. "Like I said, you don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Gaby leaned over and kissed Brit's cheek. Brit turned to her, and their mouths met again.

Gaby slid her left hand across the bare flesh of Brit's back. A shiver ran through Brit's body.

"Are you OK?" Gaby asked, breaking their kiss.

"Yes, I just..." Brit began. "I don't know what to do."

Gaby smiled at her.

"I'm sure Ben doesn't want anything you haven't done with other boys, right?" Gaby asked.

"Right," Brit agreed.

"And, as for me," Gaby said, "I'll show you what to do, OK?"

A small smile crept across Brit's lips, and she nodded.

"Why don't you lie back on the bed?" Gaby suggested, gently pushing Brit's shoulder.

Brit toed off her sneakers, then turned to stretch out length-wise, and let her head fall back onto the pillows.

Gaby turned and moved up between Brit's legs. She continued up Brit's body until they were once again face to face.

"If you want me to stop, I'll stop," Gaby assured her.

"I don't want you to stop," Brit said.

Gaby looked into her eyes for a moment, and realized that Brit was now hers for the taking.

She kissed Brit's neck again, hard. As she did, she trailed her right hand down to Brit's left breast.

Brit wrapped her arms around Gaby's shoulders and caressed her bare back.

Gaby quickly kissed her way down Brit's chest. She again took a breast in each hand, pushed them together, and found Brit's right nipple with her mouth.

Brit moaned at the sensation, as Gaby sucked hard, then flicked Brit's nipple with her tongue.

Keeping her mouth in place, Gaby released Brit's left breast and moved her fingers down across Brit's stomach, tickling as she went.

"Ohhh," Brit whispered.

Not stopping when she felt the top of Brit's jeans, Gaby pushed her hands between Brit's legs. She pushed her fingers against the denim covering Brit's clit. Gaby could feel the heat of her.

"Yesss," Brit gasped, and moved her hands to the back of Gaby's head.

Gaby moved her hand up and down between Brit's legs, trying to manipulate her clit through the fabric. She could feel the effect her actions were having on Brit. And, the effect it was having on her as well.

Gaby moved her right hand from between Brit's legs to the small belt around her waist. She tugged at it.

Brit awkwardly tried to reach down and help, but Gaby removed her mouth from Brit's nipple, and used her left hand to grab Brit's wrists. She pushed Brit's hands up over her head and held them there for a few moments, as she struggled to unbuckle the belt, and then open Brit's pants.

Once she accomplished that, Gaby moved both hands to the waist of Brit's jeans, slipping her fingers inside the denim and the white cotton panties underneath. She tugged roughly. Brit put her legs together and lifted her ass from the bed to help allow the tight fabric to slide over her skin.

Gaby maneuvered her body to push the pants past Brit's ankles and then let them fall to the floor beside the bed. Now naked, Brit let her legs fall open.

Gaby saw the beautiful bare skin of Brit's pubic region. She caught the scent of Brit's sex and lost any ability to control herself.

Gaby trailed her tongue along the inside of Brit's right thigh, as she moved toward her paradise. Quickly moving her right hand to Brit's pussy, she used two fingers to spread the lips.

She briefly admired the pink flesh within, then let her eyes trace upward to Brit's face. Brit stared into her eyes. Gaby could see the anticipation on her face, as she moved closer to Brit.

Gaby pushed her face between Brit's legs.

"Oh, bugger," Brit gasped.

Gaby slowly licked up and down Brit's lips, and Brit squirmed against her tongue.

Brit squeezed her breasts, hard. Gaby looked up to see her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. Gaby put her left hand on top of Brit's right hand. She squeezed along with Brit.

Gaby adjusted her mouth slightly and took Brit's clit between her lips. Brit's body quivered against Gaby's face.

Brit moaned loudly as Gaby alternated between sucking her bud and flicking it gently with her tongue.

Gaby moved her right hand to Brit's wet pussy.

Keeping her mouth on Brit's clit, she carefully inserted her forefinger, letting Brit lubricate her it with her juices. Within a few moments, she inserted a second finger.

Gaby turned her hand palm up so her fingers could rub Brit's G-spot. She used her fingers to make a "come here" sign inside Brit. Gaby always smiled when she taught people how to do this. She often told them she thought it should be "cum here," because rubbing there always led to an explosive orgasm for the lucky recipient of the fingering.

Brit put both hands on Gaby's head and began to grind herself against Gaby's face.

"Yes, that's it," she cried. "That's it!"

Gaby knew Brit was already getting close. She could feel tremors running through her body, and hear her gasping for breath. The knowledge fed Gaby's desire for more.

The taste of Brit, the sound of her breathing, the feel of her warm skin, and the look on her face; it all drove Gaby's passion.

"Mmmm," Gaby moaned, as she increased the speed and force of her actions.

Brit released Gaby and reached up to grab at the pillows around her. She dug her fingers into the cool cotton, pressing them against her head as her body stiffened and her back arched into the air.

Gaby moved her left hand from Brit's breast to the tight skin of her lower belly, trying to steady her.

Brit held her breath for a moment, as if she were willing herself to not cum yet; but then she gasped and her nerves exploded. Her first girl-induced orgasm struck not in waves, but in lightning bolts of pleasure that coursed through her from head to toe.

Before she could warn Gaby of her coming orgasm, Brit's body bucked against Gaby's face, and she turned her head to scream into a pillow.

As Brit convulsed violently under her touch, Gaby fought to keep her mouth on Brit's clit, and her fingers inside Brit's slippery pussy.

Brit wiggled her body, trying to escape Gaby's assault on her.

"That's right, Baby," Gaby said, finally removing her mouth from Brit's sweet clit, "cum for me."

Gaby replaced her tongue with the thumb of her right hand, and Brit's body responded instantly. Her body twisted as more pleasure raced through her.

Weak in the throes of her orgasm, Brit reached down to push Gaby's hand from her. Gaby easily thwarted her efforts -- pushing her hands up toward her breasts -- then quickly slid her body up until the two lay eye to eye.

Brit's pussy continued to squeeze Gaby's fingers as she kissed Brit's mouth. For the first time, Brit tasted her own juices on the mouth of another woman.

"Did you like that, Brit?" Gaby asked, in a whisper.

Brit could only moan in reply, as the last electric waves of her orgasm receded.

Gaby didn't allow Brit to recover fully. She gently removed her fingers from inside Brit, and trailed her slick fingers across her clit.

Brit's body trembled under Gaby's touch. She grabbed Gaby's wrist to stop her.

Gaby opposed her effort. Using her left hand, she grabbed Brit's hair, and pulled her head back slowly.

"Don't fight it, Baby," she told Brit, then kissed her neck hard.

Brit's resistance melted as Gaby continued rubbing her clit.

Gaby moved her face to Brit's chest and took her left nipple in her mouth. She sucked it hard as she again felt tremors running through Brit's body.

Only a minute later, Brit cried out as she came a second time.

As Brit recovered, Gaby lay next to her, slowly running her fingers over Brit's skin.

"I bet a boy has never made you cum twice like that," Gaby said, when Brit's breathing had slowed.

Brit giggled.

"I can't believe how good your tongue felt," she replied. "It was so...different."

"Good different, right?" Gaby asked.

"Oh, God, yes," Brit acknowledged.

Gaby let a few moments pass.

"Do you want to learn how to please me now?" she asked.

Brit turned her head to face Gaby.

"Yes," she answered, quietly.

Gaby stood up carefully. She pushed her yoga pants and underwear down to her ankles, and stepped out of them.

She quickly arranged a few pillows against the headboard, then climbed back into the bed, and leaned back against the pile. She spread her legs, her bent knees in the air.

Brit turned over and sat on her haunches.

"I want to watch you push that pretty little tongue against my pussy," Gaby said.

Brit leaned forward onto her hands and knees, turned her body, and lowered her head slowly.

"Wait, come here, Baby," Gaby said.

She reached out to guide Brit's face to hers.

"Start here," she said, and their mouths met.

When they broke the kiss, Gaby began teaching Brit.

"You know how you like to be touched, right?" she asked.

Brit nodded.

"That's where you start," Gaby told her. "Everyone is different, of course, but what feels good to you will probably feel good to any other woman."

Brit put her right hand on Gaby's left knee, and leaned in to kiss her again.

As their tongues danced around one another, Brit slid her hand up Gaby's inner thigh.

"Mmmm," Gaby moaned.

She turned her head, breaking the kiss.

"Now, kiss my neck," she said. "I'm very sensitive there."

Brit did as instructed, kissing gently, then -- at Gaby's insistence -- roughly trailing her tongue down Gaby's jugular.

"That's it, Baby," Gaby whispered.

Brit's fingers found the wetness between Gaby's legs.

Gaby gasped. Her body stiffened and her head fell back into the pillows.

Brit moved her fingers across Gaby's clit as she moved her head lower, kissing her way down Gaby's chest.

Gaby reached out to cup Brit's breasts, once again enjoying the weight of them in her hands. She stretched to hold them as Brit lowered her head to take Gaby's right nipple in her mouth.

While her tongue circled Gaby's nipple, Brit gently probed Gaby's pussy with a finger.

"Yesss," Gaby said.

"You like that?" Brit asked, looking up.

"You're doing very well," Gaby said, smiling at her.

Brit stuck out her tongue and licked Gaby's nipple, then lowered herself to the bed, twisting herself slightly to keep her finger inside Gaby.

She turned her head to kiss Gaby's right inner thigh.

Gaby wiggled her ass in the sheets, trying to adjust herself, and lean back farther.

Brit turned her head and touched Gaby's clit with the tip of her tongue.

"Oh, yes," Gaby cried. "That's what I want."

Brit slipped a second finger inside as she pushed her tongue with more force against Gaby.

"You're a fast learner, Honey," Gaby whispered.

She moved her hands to the back of Brit's head. She looked down to watch Brit's soft, pink tongue lick her pussy.

Gaby had fantasized about so many things she wanted to do with Brit -- locations, positions, etc. But, here, in this moment, with Brit's tongue on her, she could think only of cumming quickly. Truthfully, she'd come close to orgasm while going down on Brit -- she often came while giving Ben head -- and she had no desire to hold back.

There'll be time to teach her more, later, she thought, as coherent thought became more and more elusive.

Gaby moaned loudly. She tried to focus on the feeling of Brit's tongue on her clit, and the fingers fucking her pussy roughly.

She could feel the wave building inside her. She pulled Brit's face into her.

"Oh, Brit!" Gaby cried. "More! You're gonna make me cum."

Brit complied, moving her fingers faster, while flicking her tongue against Gaby's clit.

"Don't stop, don't stop," Gaby shouted, as the wave crested, then crashed down over her, drowning her senses.

Gaby's back arched and she writhed against Brit's face.

She moved her hands to the bed and tore at the sheets.

"Yesss," she moaned as she came.

Brit looked up at Gaby's face, and fought to move her fingers as Gaby's pussy contracted around them.

Gaby's body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through every nerve. Her legs twisted to the side, pushing Brit's face away from her pussy. Brit struggled to remove her hand from between Gaby's clenched legs.

Gaby's chest heaved up and down violently as she tried to catch her breath.

Working her hand free, Brit kissed her way over Gaby's hip, then across her stomach. She reached up to cup Gaby's nipples in the palms of her hands.

Brit continued kissing her way upward, trailing her tongue between Gaby's breasts.

Gaby slowly regained control of her body and lowered her head to watch Brit.

Brit removed her mouth from Gaby's skin and looked into her eyes.

They smiled at each other for a moment, then Brit moved up to kiss Gaby's mouth.

They lay in each other's arms for nearly 15 minutes, each running their fingers over the other's warm skin, and listening to the sounds of their breath.

"You have such beautiful skin," Gaby whispered, breaking the near silence. "I could do this all day."

"Mmmm," Brit moaned in agreement.

Gaby kissed Brit's shoulder. Then, she trailed her tongue along the collarbone, heading for Brit's neck.

"Are you ready for another round?" she asked, looking up.

Brit nodded.

"Maybe we can use my toy this time," Gaby suggested, nodding toward the nightstand.

"I'd like to try it," Brit said.

As Gaby returned her lips to the soft skin of Brit's neck, the electronic tones of a ringing cell phone interrupted their pleasure.

"Shite," Brit said, looking at the alarm clock on the nightstand, "I was supposed to meet my boyfriend 10 minutes ago."

She crawled out of bed and retrieved the phone from the pocket of her jeans.

As Brit spoke to her boyfriend, Gaby pulled on her panties and yoga pants.

She walked into the living room and picked up the clothing earlier abandoned by the couch. Carrying it back to the bedroom, she heard Brit say goodbye to her boyfriend.

"Is everything OK?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," Brit answered. "I told him I had to work late. I have to get going though."

"Awww," Gaby said, teasing.

"I know," Brit said. "I wish I could stay longer."

"Would you like to come back tomorrow evening?" Gaby asked.

Brit thought for a second.

"Come on," Gaby continued. "It'll be fun."

She reached out to run her fingers over the skin of Brit's shoulder.

"Well, I'm supposed to go out with friends," Brit said, tentatively.

"Ben will be home in the afternoon," Gaby said. "We could go out to dinner, and then come back here for dessert. You can have Ben; I can have more of you, and Ben can have us both."

"Oh, I hope my friends won't hate me forever for cancelling on them," Brit said, with a giggle that made her breasts bounce.

"Is that a yes?" Gaby asked, smiling.

"Yes," Brit confirmed.

Brit dressed quickly as Gaby watched her body move for a few more moments.

The two walked to the door, and shared another long, deep kiss before Brit left the apartment.

"See you at 6:00 tomorrow," Gaby said, as she watched Brit's ass swing back and forth.

Brit turned and smiled, then disappeared from view as she descended the stairs.

Gaby closed the door. After locking it, she turned to lean back against the door for several seconds.

She let out a long, low sigh. She was already looking forward to the following evening, but knew she had a phone call to make first.

She smiled and ran to the bedroom.

Ben answered on the third ring.

"Hey, Babe," he said.

"I have a confession to make," Gaby said, quietly.

"Oh," he said. "Are you OK?"

"I'm fine," she said. "Just guilty."

"Of what?" he asked.

"Well," she began, "I spoke to Brit today..."

"And?" he queried, before she could continue.

"And, she just left a few minutes ago," she said.

"What happened?" he asked, barely masking the excitement in his voice.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"For what?" he asked.

"We..." she said, slowly, almost whispering. "We had sex."

A soft moan escaped Ben's lips.

"I ate her sweet little pussy," Gaby told him.

"Did it taste good?" he croaked.

"Oh, yes. It was sooo good." she answered, knowing she was teasing him. "And, those big, soft tits..."

"You're killing me," Ben whispered.

"Me?" she teased further.

"What else happened?" he demanded.

"Are you getting hard?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, dropping his right hand into his lap.

"God, she smells so good, and her skin is so soft," Gaby said. "Touching her nearly drove me crazy."

Ben slipped his hand inside his sweatpants.

"Tell me," he pleaded.

"We started on the couch," she said. "Then, we moved into the bed, and..."

"And?" he prodded, running his fingers over his stiffening cock.

"What time is your flight tomorrow?" she asked, suddenly.

"What?" he asked, surprised.

"You heard me, Naughty Boy," she said, laughing.

He pulled his hand out of his pants as his mind fought to change gears...seemingly without the help of a clutch.

"What's the matter, Baby," Gaby asked, "not enough blood to run both heads at once?"

"Ah, 11:30," he answered. "My flight's at 11:30."

"Why such a late flight this time?" Gaby asked.

"The client and I have short meeting set for 9:00, then I'm off to the airport," he said. "I should be at JFK by 2:00, and home by 3:00, or so, depending on traffic"

"Good," Gaby said. "You'll be able to take a nap before we go out to dinner with Brit. She'll be here at 6:00."

The gears in his head began to grind again.

"Oh, you didn't scare her off?" he teased.

"Well, she escaped my clutches today," she joked, "but, she will be mine again."

"So, are you going to tell me the rest of what happened today?" he asked.

"Nope," she said.

"Come on," he begged.

"No," she said. "I don't want you to cum tonight."

"That's not fair," he said.

"Awww," she teased. "That's too bad. I want you to save it for tomorrow."

"I have plenty, Baby," he assured her.

"You're gonna need it," she said.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 04b



By the time he exited the arrivals terminal at JFK, Ben was in a foul mood. He glanced at his watch as he made his way to the parking lot -- 5:12pm.

He knew he had no chance of getting home before Brit arrived.

His morning appointment had dragged on longer than he'd anticipated. Although he'd submitted a detailed proposal the day before -- and walked the client through it step by step -- the client developed cold feet overnight, and required reassurance -- a bit more hand holding -- before giving their final approval.

"Damn it," he said, out loud, and not for the first time that afternoon, "they always realize I'm right. Just once, I wish they'd realize it from the start!"

He'd had to re-book his flight home, and wasted several hours sitting around the airport, waiting. In addition, afternoon rain showers forced his flight to take a slightly longer route to New York City.

Gaby had been disappointed when he called that morning to tell her about his change in schedule. She worried he wouldn't be home in time for dinner, but assured him she would entertain Brit in his absence.

The only good news: it was a Saturday; he wouldn't be facing rush hour traffic on his drive home.

He dialed Gaby's cell phone, wanting to tell her he'd landed. It rang through to her voice mail.

Ten minutes later, Ben reached his Jeep. He tossed his bags into the back, then slipped behind the steering wheel.

As he drove out of the parking lot, he hit the play button on the CD player.

"Music soothes the savage beast," he said, exhaling a long breath.

His favorite group, a small-time foursome from Brit's hometown, began pouring from of the speakers.

"It's too bad these lads will never get anywhere," he thought, as he sang along.

"Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, tomorrow I'll miss you..."

That morning, following Ben's first phone call, Gaby debated calling Brit to tell her of Ben's delay. Finally, she decided against it.

Ben would be home soon after Brit's arrival, she reasoned. Then they could go to dinner and relax.

She went out to run errands, including keeping an appointment with her hairstylist. She decided to have her mid-back length, dark-brown hair woven into a single braid, which hung down the middle of her back.

During the day, her anticipation grew. She tried to keep busy -- to keep her mind on other things -- but her thoughts often returned to Brit. And, the more she thought about Brit, the more excited she became.

It was nearly 4:00 by the time Gaby arrived back at the apartment. She enjoyed another long, steamy bath -- during which she again made herself cum while thinking about Brit -- then dressed. She tried on several outfits, eventually choosing a tight, red, bandage dress, which ended several inches above her knees and showed off her petite figure. Her matching four-inch heels boosted her 5'2" frame. Beneath the dress, she wore a black satin thong and matching bra.

As was her habit -- mostly because Ben preferred it -- she applied minimal make-up before heading into the living room to wait.

When the doorbell rang five minutes early, her heart leapt. She could feel it pounding against the inside of her chest.

After buzzing Brit into the lobby, Gaby opened the apartment door and waited as Brit climbed the stairs.

It took only a few moments for Brit to appear. She wore a low-cut, white, knee-length dress, and calf-high, white go-go boots. The top of the dress hugged her body. From the waist down, however, it billowed loosely around her legs as she moved toward Gaby.

Like Gaby, she'd chosen to wear very little make-up, and she let her hair hang straight down. Most of her hair fell down her back, but a few strands framed her pretty face and came to rest on her chest.

"Mmmm," Gaby said, "you look terrific, Brit."

"You think so?" Brit asked. "I wasn't sure what to wear for dinner."

"Oh, you're fine, Honey," Gaby said, adding with a giggle, "in so many ways."

Brit laughed as she walked into the apartment.

"I'm so glad you came," Gaby said, leaning in to kiss Brit on the cheek.

"Where's Ben?" Brit asked.

"He had to catch a later flight," Gaby answered. "But, he called as I was getting out of the bath. He landed about an hour ago, and should be home any minute."

"OK," Brit said. "Where are we going to dinner?"

"Giuseppe's Ristorante," Gaby answered. "Have you ever been there?"

"No," Brit laughed, "that's fancier than the places my boyfriend takes me."

"It's our favorite place," Gaby told her. "We've known the owner forever."

Gaby led Brit toward the kitchen.

"Would you like a drink while we wait?" she asked, over her shoulder.

Ben drove home quickly. The music, and the light traffic, helped lift his mood. By the time he swung the Jeep into his parking spot, he felt better than he had all day.

He opened the door to the apartment, stepped inside, then twisted his body to push it closed with his foot. He set down his suitcase and let the straps of his rucksack slip off his shoulders. As he lowered the pack to the floor, he heard familiar sounds coming from the kitchen.

Ben walked the few steps to the archway leading out of the hallway.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, as he turned into the room.

The sight that greeted him, while not wholly unexpected, was still something of a surprise. The women were almost entirely nude. Crumpled clothing lay scattered on the floor near the kitchen table.

Ben could see that Gaby still wore a bra and heels. Brit wore go-go boots and a pair of white, cotton boyshorts.

Gaby leaned against the corner of the table. Her eyes were closed, and she moaned softly. Brit was on her knees in front of Gaby, her face pushed between Gaby's legs.

Ben didn't need to be a rocket-surgeon to understand the situation. The look on Gaby's face let Ben know exactly what Brit was doing.

"Started without me again, eh?" Ben asked.

Gaby opened her eyes and smiled.

"Hey, Baby," she moaned.

"I see you went straight to dessert," he said, as he moved toward her.

"No, just a little appetizer," Gaby giggled.

Brit stopped licking Gaby and looked up at Ben.

"'Ello," Brit said, with a grin.

"Hello," Ben said. "Having fun?"

He moved his right hand to the back of Gaby's head and held her as he kissed her deeply.

"I missed you, Baby," he said, when he broke the kiss.

"Mmmm, I missed you too," Gaby said, breathlessly.

"I like your hair," he said, gently pulling her braid.

She smiled at his compliment.

Ben turned to look at Brit as she stood up.

"You didn't have to stop on my..." he began, but stopped as his eyes traced over Brit's body.

"Just 'glancing,' Ben?" Gaby teased, after several seconds.

Brit reached up and pushed her breasts together.

"Gaby told me you like them," Brit said.

"I do," Ben admitted.

She stood on her tip-toes and kissed his lips.

Ben opened his mouth and wrapped his arms around her -- pulling her body against his -- as he kissed her back.

She pushed her tongue against his, and moaned into his mouth.

Gaby watched them kiss for several seconds, then stood up. She pushed Brit a step to the side. Ben broke the kiss and released Brit from his grasp. He looked at Gaby.

Before he could say anything, Gaby grabbed Ben's belt and quickly unbuckled it.

"We need to get these pants open, Ben," Gaby hissed.

He reached down to help her, but she pushed away his hands.

Leaving Gaby in control, he used his left hand to pull Brit against his left side, and placed his right hand on her chest. She slipped a hand between his legs, resting it on his inner thigh.

As Gaby unsnapped and unzipped his pants, he moved his hand to Brit's left breast. He savored the feel of her warm skin in his hand. He squeezed gently, then let his fingers trail across the nipple.

Gaby pushed his pants and boxer-briefs downward roughly. The tip of Ben's erect cock popped out of his underwear as Gaby struggled to work them over the hips of his large frame.

Leaving the pants around his thighs, Gaby grabbed Ben's cock.

Ben let go of Brit and tried to push his pants farther down his legs.

Again, Gaby stopped him, moving her body against his right side.

"Oh, my God," Brit gasped, "you weren't kidding."

Ben looked at Gaby.

"I take it you showed her your toy," he said.

"Well, I wanted her to know what she's getting into," Gaby said, with a smile. "Or, what will be getting into her."

"You are a dirty, devious, little girl," he said, slipping his right hand around her body.

"Mmmm, and you love me for it," she reminded him.

He pulled her braided hair again, tilting her head back, and he kissed her exposed neck.

Brit wrapped her left hand around the shaft of Ben's cock. Ben moaned as both women stroked him, each trying to match the other's rhythm. He moved his left hand to Brit's ass, and slipped his fingers inside the waistband of her underwear.

His middle finger found the crack of her ass, and he tried to adjust himself to slide it downward.

Awkwardly, he took a step backward -- pulling the women with him -- until his ass hit the edge of the counter.

Finding more support, he simultaneously pulled Brit in front of him, turning her back to him as he did, and pushed Gaby until she stood in front of Brit.

"Mmmm, a Brit sandwich," Gaby whispered.

Releasing his hold on the women, Ben pushed his pants down farther. They fell to his knees, giving him slightly more range of motion.

Gaby kissed Brit, pushing her back against Ben. His cock became trapped between his body and her cotton panties. He could feel the heat of her body through the thin fabric.

The two women kissed for several minutes, while Ben ran his hands over the both. Brit slipped a hand behind her back to run her fingers across Ben's skin.

Gaby broke her kiss with Brit and quickly unhooked her bra. As it fell to the floor, she kicked off her heels.

Wasting no time, she lowered herself to her knees in front of Brit. She reached up, hooked her fingers inside the waistband of Brit's panties, and pulled them downward.

Ben put his hands on Brit's hips -- to steady her as she stepped out of her underwear. Then, he slid them upward to cup her breasts, and he leaned slightly to kiss her shoulder.

Gaby pushed Brit's legs apart and kissed her inner thigh.

"Yesss," Brit moaned.

Ben squeezed Brit's breasts in his hands, and Gaby trailed her tongue slowly upward until she reached Brit's wetness.

Brit quivered against Ben as Gaby's tongue slid inside her.

Leaving his left hand on her chest, Ben moved his right hand downward, letting the tips of his fingers poke into her bellybutton, then caress the smooth skin of her lower belly. As they reached her clit, Brit gasped. She put her hands on top of Ben's and squeezed hard.

Brit's knees nearly buckled, but Ben held her tightly.

"I've got you," he whispered in her ear.

She moaned in reply.

As Ben rubbed Brit's clit, Gaby alternated between tongue fucking her, and kissing and licking Ben's fingers. The feeling of Gaby's soft, wet tongue on his fingers exhilarated Ben.

"Oh, that feels so good," Brit said.

Her breathing quickened. Ben felt her body tremble against his, and her knees weakened again.

Brit began to writhe against Gaby's face. Her movements made her ass rub up and down Ben's cock.

"Oh, God, I'm gonna cum," she cried, and turned her head to kiss Ben's mouth. He pushed his tongue against hers as he increased the speed and pressure of his fingers on her clit.

Brit moaned into his mouth and her body bucked violently as she came. Ben held her tightly to him and Gaby continued sticking the tip of her tongue inside Brit.

As Brit's orgasm continued, Gaby pulled her face from between Brit's legs.

"Ben, you have to taste this sweet, little pussy," she said.

Brit looked down and reached out to pull Gaby's head back into her, but Gaby dodged her hands and stood up. She leaned into Brit and kissed her.

Again, Brit tasted herself on Gaby's mouth.

Even as her body still quivered, Ben slowly slipped his hands to Brit's shoulders.

He turned her -- breaking Gaby's kiss -- and maneuvered her to the table. She sat on the edge and leaned back.

As Ben struggled to remove his shoes and pull off his pants, Gaby climbed on the table and turned to straddle Brit's face. Gaby gasped as Brit's tongue found her lips.

"Jesus, you're a good student," Gaby whispered, as she squeezed Brit's breasts in her hands.

Now naked from the waist down, Ben knelt between Brit's legs. Gaby leaned forward and reached out to him. She put her right hand on the back of his head and pulled him to her; kissing him fiercely, like a woman possessed by some demon of passion. He too could taste Brit on her mouth.

Ben moved his right hand between Brit's legs and found her wetness. Carefully, he slid a finger inside her.

"I love you, Baby," Gaby said, when she broke their kiss.

"I know," he whispered, with a grin.

He leaned in and let the tip of his tongue brush over Brit's clit. Her body stiffened at the touch.

Ben slipped a second finger inside Brit, and ran his tongue up and down her lips.

Brit moaned and lifted her legs to rest them on Ben's shoulders. She pulled him into her.

"Mmmm, that's it, Brit," Gaby said, "make him eat that pussy."

Brit ran her fingers over Gaby's olive skin, tracing along her sides, and up over her lower back.

Ben suddenly replaced his fingers with his tongue, turning his head to push it deep inside Brit's pussy. He moved his hand to Gaby's face and slipped his fingers into her mouth. She ran her tongue over his fingers, cleaning Brit's juices from them.

Gaby opened her mouth wide around his fingers and Ben knew she was close -- she was fighting to avoid biting him as her orgasm approached.

He couldn't hear Brit, but by the way her body squirmed under his tongue, he knew she too was near the edge of another orgasm.

Within moments, first Brit, then Gaby, began to shake. Gaby took Ben's fingers from her mouth and interlaced her fingers with his, squeezing hard as she reached bliss.

"Ben, I'm gonna cum," she cried, then slipped into her native Spanish. "Me corro! Me corro!"

Both women moaned as orgasms exploded through their bodies.

Their convulsing bodies shook the table violently, and Ben worried it might collapse under them.

He moved his free hand between Brit's legs and pushed two fingers inside her. Her pussy squeezed them tightly as he tried to work them in and out.

Ben lifted his head to kiss Gaby. As her orgasm rocked her nerves, she again took hold of his head -- this time with both hands -- and kissed him deeply.

"Oh, Dios mío!" she gasped, breaking the kiss. "Te amo, Ben."

"Te amo, Baby," he said.

"Fuck me," they heard Brit say, weakly. "Please, Ben."

"Stand up," Gaby whispered to Ben.

He carefully slipped Brit legs from his shoulders and stood. His hard cock pointed at the two women on the table.

Gaby wrapped her right hand around his shaft and pulled him closer.

"I love this fucking cock," she hissed.

"I want it," Brit said, raising her head from the table top.

Gaby rubbed the head over Brit's clit and down the slick lips.

"Oh, bugger," Brit cried out.

She turned her head and pressed her face against Gaby's inner thigh.

Gaby moved the head of Ben's cock to Brit's opening.

"Are you ready?" Gaby asked, looking up at Ben.

"Yessss," Brit answered. "Don't tease me."

"What about rule number one?" Ben managed to ask, though, at that moment, he found it difficult to care about any rules.

Gaby stopped and stared into Ben's eyes. She remained silent, as if mulling over what he'd said. She considered letting Ben break the rule this one time -- not wanting to stop in the middle of things.

"Is that what you want, Baby?" he asked, pushing himself against Brit, letting a few millimeters of his head slip between her lips.

"No, you're right," Gaby said, finally. "I just lost my head."

"Bugger bloody rule one, whatever it is," Brit exclaimed, "stick that bleeding stonker in me!"

Gaby sighed deeply.

"I know, Honey," she said, turning her body to look at Brit's face. "We've had a lot of fun already. I think we owe Ben some."

"I agree," Ben laughed.

"Go lean against the counter," Gaby said, releasing his cock from her grip.

Ben backed up until his ass once again rested against the counter. He stripped off his shirt and dropped it to the floor.

As he watched, Gaby gingerly climbed off the table. She turned to take Brit's hand and helped her up. Brit stood up slowly, allowing her knees to remember their job.

The two women walked over to Ben. As he kissed Gaby, Brit grabbed his cock.

"I want this inside me," she said, aiming it between her legs and moving her hips against his.

Ben moaned as she stroked his shaft.

"Come here," Gaby said, lowering herself to her knees on Ben's right. "You know what you have to do first."

Brit pouted for a moment, sticking out her bottom lip like a child. Then -- still holding his hardness -- she knelt in front of Ben.

Gaby put her right hand on Brit's shoulder. She slid her left hand around the back of Ben's leg, moving it upward until her fingers found his scrotum.

"It's so nice," Brit cooed, continuing to stroke Ben's shaft.

Ben reached out with his left hand and ran his thumb over Brit's lips. Brit took it in her mouth for a moment, before Ben removed it and placed his hand on the side of her face.

"My turn," Ben said, looking into her eyes.

Brit raised herself slightly and leaned in to lick his swollen head.

Ben closed his eyes as Brit began moving her lips up and down the sides of his cock. She let her tongue trail over his skin, lubricating him with her saliva.

Gaby leaned in to kiss his inner thigh as she continued caressing his balls.

Ben tried to control his breathing.

Brit pulled back to flick her tongue across the tip, then took the head between her lips.

"Ohhh," Ben moaned.

She took him deeper, slowly running her tongue over the smooth skin of his hard cock. He moved his left hand to the back of her Brit's head. He grabbed a handful of her long hair and let it slip between his fingers. He put his right hand on Gaby's shoulder both to touch her, and to steady himself.

Brit adjusted herself and took the entire length of him, letting the head slide into her throat. She gagged and pulled back.

She moved her hands to Ben's ass to steady herself, and to allow herself to take him in deeper. Again, she gagged, and quickly let Ben slip from her mouth.

"Easy, Brit," Ben said, as she looked up at him, "you don't have to choke yourself."

"But, I thought guys liked that," Brit said. "I thought that's what you wanted."

"Honey, this isn't a porno," Gaby said, "you don't have to drool all over a guy, or hurt yourself, to make him cum."

Gaby leaned in and took the head of Ben's cock in her mouth. She moved both hands to the shaft and began to stroke him.

As Brit watched, Gaby took more and more of Ben into her mouth.

"That's it," Ben moaned.

Despite her petite build, Gaby had always been able to deep throat him -- an ability he thoroughly enjoyed. He loved the feeling of her throat clutching at the head of his cock, trying to pull him deeper.

As she held him in her throat, Ben -- in a fleeting moment of coherent thought -- got the feeling she was showing off for Brit, but he didn't complain.

He felt the pressure quickly building in his balls.

Gaby suddenly took her mouth off Ben.

"Shit," he cried. "Don't stop now."

"You have to learn to relax your throat," Gaby said, turning to Brit while ignoring Ben's protest, "but, don't force it. It takes practice."

Brit nodded.

"Just start slow," Gaby continued. "Take what you comfortably can in your mouth, and use your hands on the shaft and the balls."




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She let Brit take control again.

Following Gaby's instructions, Brit quickly drove Ben toward the edge of orgasm.

"Don't hold back, Baby," Gaby told him. "I know you need to cum bad after what we did to you."

Ben couldn't answer with words. He breathed in gasps as Brit held the head of his cock between her lips and used both hands to jerk him hard and fast. He could feel her pushing her tongue against the tip of his cock.

Gaby moved behind Brit and reached around to run her hands over Brit's hard nipples. Ben began to breathe faster and Gaby could tell he'd cum soon. She pulled Brit back, allowing Ben's cock to pop out of her mouth.

"I want you to fuck these big tits, Ben," Gaby said. "I want you to cum all over them."

Gaby pushed Brit's breasts together tightly. Ben stepped closer as Brit turned her head to kiss Gaby.

Ben bent his knees -- not completely sure they wouldn't buckle -- and pressed himself against the bottom of Brit's breasts. Lubricated by her saliva and sweat, he slid himself between them.

Breaking their kiss, both women looked down to watch the head of Ben's cock poke up above the top of Brit's cleavage.

"Oh, that is beautiful," Gaby whispered, leaning over Brit's left shoulder.

Brit tilted her head and stuck out her tongue to lick the tip of Ben's cock each time it appeared.

Ben knew he couldn't last long. He moved faster, putting his hands on Brit's shoulders as he pumped himself into Brit's soft, warm flesh.

"Push them together, Honey," Gaby told Brit.

Brit moved her hands to the sides of her breasts and kept them wrapped around Ben's cock.

Gaby reached up and pinched Ben's right nipple.

Ben cried out in response to the pleasurable pain.

"Come on, Baby; do it," she told Ben, "cum for us."

She placed her free right hand on Brit's right hip, helping to steady her.

Ben began to grunt with each thrust.

"Yes, I want it, Ben," Brit said, looking up at him.

"That's right, Ben," Gaby ordered, "give it to her."

"Here I cum," Ben said, suddenly. "Here I cummm..."

His body bucked against Brit and he fired a long stream of cum up between her breasts onto her neck. Brit released her breasts as Ben fired again -- another long stream that covered her left nipple.

Brit fumbled while trying to grab Ben's cock as he came, then managed to take hold of him. Gripping tightly, she stroked him roughly.

Gaby released Ben's nipple and leaned over Brit's shoulder, pushing her into Ben, as his body spasmed a third time. His cum coated Brit's hands and her chest.

"More, Ben," Gaby demanded, as he gasped for breath.

Brit let the cock slip from her slick fingers.

"Don't stop," Ben pleaded. "Keep going."

Gaby slipped around Brit and took Ben's cock in her mouth. She gripped the shaft with both hands and stroked him.

"Mmmm," she moaned, vibrating his cock with her mouth.

"Oh, God, Baby," Ben moaned, as she milked the cum from him.

Ben's knees nearly gave out as Gaby finished him, but he reached up to steady himself against the counter.

As the last spasms of his orgasm died away, he looked down at Brit, and watched his cum slowly run down her chest.

Satisfied she'd completely drained Ben, Gaby released his cock from her mouth, but reached up to stroke his softening cock with her left hand.

"Once he cums, he's really sensitive," Gaby told Brit, with a smile. "If you keep sucking, or stroking, you can really make him jump."

"Hey," Ben objected, "no teasing."

Gaby looked up into Ben's eyes and removed her hand from his shaft.

Ben moved away from the women and carefully lowered himself into the nearest chair.

"That was so hot," Gaby said, turning to look at Brit. "Look at your cum all over those beautiful breasts."

She reached out to squeeze Brit's breasts, then rubbed the cum into Brit's skin, leaving her chest shiny in the last dying rays of sunlight coming through the kitchen window.

"Ben really likes it when you rub it in," Gaby said. "And, it's good for the skin, too."

Brit looked at Ben, as he watched Gaby rub her chest.

"Did you like making him cum that way?" Gaby asked Brit.

"Yes," Brit answered.

"Do you want more of that cock?" Gaby asked her.

"Bloody Hell, yes," Brit nearly screamed.

Gaby looked at Ben slowly recovering in the chair.

"Why don't you go in the bedroom while we get cleaned up a bit," Gaby suggested.

"OK," Ben said, "just give me a minute."

Gaby smiled at him as she stood up, then helped Brit to her feet.

She maneuvered Brit toward Ben, and pushed her down on his lap, facing away -- her warm, fleshy ass against his now flaccid cock. He put his hands on Brit's hips.

Gaby leaned over and took Brit's left nipple in her mouth.

Brit's body jumped at the touch of Gaby's lips.

"Mmmm," Gaby moaned, "it tastes good."

Brit trembled on Ben's lap.

"Try some, Brit," Gaby said, pushing Brit's right breast upward.

Brit replaced Gaby's hand with her own. She lowered her head and stuck out her tongue to lick her own nipple. She tasted Ben's cum on her skin.

"Fuuuuck," Ben hissed, watching over Brit's shoulder.

Gaby smiled at him, as she continued to rub Brit's chest.

"Let's go, Brit," Gaby said, after a few more moments.

She helped Brit stand and pulled her toward the hallway.

"Are you gonna be OK, Ben?" she asked, over her shoulder.

"Yeah, I'll make it," he said, as the women turned in the direction of the bathroom.

Ben heard the door close, and he sat in the kitchen for another minute before getting up. He collected the various articles of clothing spread around the kitchen and carried them to the bedroom.

As he passed the bathroom door, he heard Gaby and Brit talking. He continued on to the bedroom. After dropping his load of clothes, he sat down on the edge of the bed.

He opened a drawer in the nightstand and extracted a box of condoms. He dumped out two foiled-wrapped Trojans, then tossed the box back in the drawer and slid it closed.

He turned to lean back against the headboard and waited.

Several minutes later, he heard the bathroom door open. A moment later, the women appeared -- Gaby completely naked, though carrying a bath towel, and Brit still wearing her go-go boots.

"Are you ready for more, Ben?" Gaby asked, as they approached the bed.

"Absolutely," he answered, as Gaby draped the towel over the footboard on the bed.

"Shit," Gaby said, catching sight of the alarm clock on the nightstand. "Joey's gonna kill us. We missed our dinner reservation."

Ben looked at the clock.

"Well, we could go now," he offered, jokingly.

"No!" the women cried simultaneously.

Gaby jumped on the bed and leaned against Ben's chest, as if to hold him down.

"Hey, I haven't eaten since breakfast," he objected.

"I beg to differ," Brit said, with a grin.

"Yes, I seem to remember you munching something at the kitchen table earlier," Gaby whispered.

"You know what I meant," he said.

"Well, you're not going anywhere until you give Brit that big dick of yours," Gaby said. "She's been waiting for it for too long."

"Yes," Brit pleaded, still standing next to the bed. "Don't make me bloody beg for it."

"Come here," Ben said, holding out his hand to Brit.

Brit bent over to unzip her boots.

"Leave those on," Ben ordered.

"You want me to wear my boots to bed?" she asked.

"Hell, yes," he said.

"Oh, you are a nasty git, aren't you?" she asked, rhetorically.

"You have no idea," he said, with a smile.

Gaby rolled off Ben to make room as Brit climbed into the bed. Ben pulled her to him and kissed her mouth. As they kissed, Brit moved on top of him, straddling his hips. Gaby leaned in to join the kiss.

Slipping her hand underneath Brit, Gaby found Ben already growing hard again.

"Well, that didn't take long," she said, turning to look down at him.

Ben pulled her back toward him and they renewed the three-way kiss. Their lips and tongues touched and danced for several minutes, while their hands moved over each other's naked bodies and their fingers grabbed at moist flesh.

"I don't think we should make poor Brit wait any longer, Ben," Gaby said, backing away.

She moved toward the far edge of the bed, giving Brit room to lie down.

Brit rolled off Ben and lay on her back between Ben and Brit.

Completely hard now, Ben stretched his left arm toward the nightstand and retrieved one of the condoms he'd left there.

He flipped over onto his knees and positioned himself between Brit's legs. Brit and Gaby both reached out to touch Ben's body as he tore open the foil packet and extracted the contents. He tossed the foil toward the nightstand. The aerodynamics of ripped foil being a great deal less than flight worthy, it fell short of the stand, and, unseen by anyone on the bed, it dropped to the floor.

Ben quickly rolled the latex over the shaft of his cock. That done, he moved his right hand up and down his length as he moved closer to Brit.

"Are you ready, Brit?" he asked, as he guided himself to her wetness.

Before she could answer, he pushed his cock against her lips. She gasped and reached up to grab his shoulders. He moved the head of his cock up and down her lips, then slid it across her clit, as Gaby leaned in to kiss her.

With a gentle push, Ben slipped the head inside Brit. She looked into his eyes and moaned.

"Yessss," she whispered. "More."

Slowly, he moved deeper into her.

He pulled back slightly, and then pushed farther in, letting her juices lubricate him as she adjusted to his size.

Brit wiggled her hips as she accepted him.

It took only a minute to work the entire length into her, filling her completely.

He gave Brit several slow, gentle strokes as he supported himself on his hands. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him into her.

Ben lowered himself to lie on top of her. He kissed her mouth and increased the speed of his thrusting.

"Oh, God," she moaned into his mouth.

Ben slowed down, but increased the force of his thrusts.

"Yes, that's it," she cried, "fuck me hard."

Gaby kissed his shoulder as she watched Brit's face. She ran her right hand over their bodies.

"Faster, Baby," she ordered.

Ben complied, increasing the speed of his movements.

He slid his hands down Brit's body to grab the cheeks of her ass. Holding her tightly, he thrust into her roughly. Again, and again, he pushed himself inside her as her fingernails dug into his shoulders.

Quickly, they found the rhythm -- that rare, magical rhythm where his thrusts into her matched the upward movement of her hips as they bounced off the bed. They both felt it, and with every remaining bit of coherence available to their clouded minds, they struggled to maintain it.

They couldn't comprehend how long it lasted. Inevitably, however, the rhythm broke down, coming to an end as Ben felt Brit's pussy contract around his cock, squeezing him as he drove himself into her, his balls slapping against her ass.

"Yes," he hissed, "cum all over my cock."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing his mouth.

"I'm cumming, Ben," Brit cried, "I'm cumming..."

Ben didn't slow his thrusts as Brit's body bucked against him. He continued pushing into her even as her pussy tried to squeeze him out. She moaned loudly as the orgasm washed over her.

He pulled away from her -- breaking her embrace -- and again supported himself on his hands. He pushed all the way into Brit and stopped. He began slowly rolling his hips left and right. Gaby slipped her hand between their bodies and rubbed Brit's clit, igniting another orgasm before the first had subsided.

"Don't stop," Brit cried out. "Don't stop!"

Neither Ben nor Gaby did. Ben returned to sliding his cock in and out, as Gaby continued running her fingers across Brit's clit and lips.

Gaby leaned over to lick Brit's right nipple, then sucked it into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it.

Brit was delirious. She moaned and clawed at the sheets as she received an overload of pleasure from Ben and Gaby.

Ben leaned back, leaving just the tip of his cock inside Brit. Gaby turned her body. She reached down, grabbed the base of his cock, and pulled it out of Brit.

"Oh, bugger," Brit gasped at the abrupt removal.

Gaby took the cock in her mouth, letting it slide into the back of her throat.

Ben moaned loudly. His body jerked at the sensation caused by her hot little mouth.

Gaby held him there for a few moments, feeling his body react.

"Baby," Ben moaned, weakly.

Gaby pulled back, releasing him.

"Don't cum, Ben," she ordered. "Don't you dare fucking cum yet!"

He slouched slightly.

"You're killin' me," he whispered.

She popped up to her knees and kissed him. Breaking the kiss, she trailed her tongue across his chin and down his neck. Dropping her head to his chest, she leaned in to lick, and then gently bite, his right nipple.

She straightened up, looked into his eyes, and smiled.

"I'm sorry, Baby," she said, smiling, "but I have another surprise for you."

"What's that?" he asked.

She turned her head to look at Brit, covered with perspiration, breathing heavily. Gaby once again stopped to appreciate Brit's large breasts moving up and down as she breathed.

"Are you ready, Brit?" she asked.

Brit lifted her head and looked down her body at the two of them. She smiled.

"Yes," she said, watching Ben's cock.

"What's next?" Ben asked.

"Well, when I spoke to Brit about what the two of us wanted to do with her, she was remarkably open to our requests," Gaby said. "In fact, she was very enthusiastic about most of them."

"I only had one thing I really wanted for myself," Ben said. "And, it's not a huge deal if it doesn't happen."

"I know," Gaby said, "but there were two things that I wanted her to do for you in my place."

"And those were?" Ben asked.

"The first, you've already received," she said, "...that wonderful titty-fuck that made you cum so hard."

Gaby looked down at Brit.

Brit let her head fall back to the pillow for a moment, then she let out a long breath and turned over onto her hands and knees.

She turned to look back over her shoulder at the two of them.

"Is this what you want then? Wanna shag me bum and spaff all over jolly old, eh?" Brit asked with a giggle, referring to her 'tramp stamp' of Great Britain.

Ben and Gaby couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated accent.

Brit wiggled her ass from side to side, as she moved backward until her cheeks touched Ben's cock.

He looked down to admire the tattoo close up. He traced his fingers over it.

"Come on now, don't tease me," Brit said.

"Are you sure, Brit?" Ben asked.

"Just go slow, it's been awhile since anyone's...well, and you're bigger than...just go very slow," Brit said.

"Don't worry, he'll be gentle, Honey," Gaby said.

Gaby crawled around Ben and hopped off the bed. She reached into a drawer of the nightstand -- the same drawer Ben had taken the condoms from -- and removed a bottle of KY jelly and her Silver Bullet vibrator.

She climbed back onto the bed and knelt to the right of Ben and Brit. She squeezed a liberal amount of KY into the crack of Brit's ass. The gooey lubricant ran downward slowly, sending a shiver up Brit's spine.

"Put your cock back in her pussy," she said to Ben.

Ben complied immediately. With his left hand, he grabbed Brit's hip, and used his right to guide himself back inside her. He slowly slid about three inches inside her, then he let go of his cock, grabbed her other hip, and steadily pushed himself into her. Brit let out a long moan as he buried the full length of his thick cock in her.

Gaby turned so she could use her left hand to rub the crack of Brit's ass. She leaned forward, resting her chest on the bed and whispered to Brit. Brit turned to face Gaby, and they kissed.

Gaby slowly moved her fingers around Brit's asshole. She spread the KY using smaller and smaller circles until her fingers pressed against the hole, then slowly slid her middle finger into Brit's ass.

Brit stiffened slightly, causing her cunt to contract around Ben's cock, but relaxed quickly. Gaby slowly worked her finger deeper. She continued slowly pushing, letting Brit's ass adjust, until she reached the last knuckle. Gaby began moving her finger in and out, pulling her finger out a little farther each time, and then sliding it all the way back in. She continued until she could pull out all but her fingertip before plunging it back in.

As Gaby fingered Brit's asshole, Ben matched her rhythm with his own thrusts into Brit's pussy.

"Does that feel good, Honey?" Gaby asked.

Brit moaned in answer.

"Are you ready for that big, hard cock?" Gaby asked her.

Ben watched as Brit nodded.

He removed his cock from her pussy as Gaby again got on her knees beside them.

She picked up the bottle of KY and poured some of the contents down the length of Ben's cock. She dropped the container to the bed as Ben used his right hand to stroke himself, spreading the jelly thoroughly.

"OK, Baby," she said.

He pressed the head of his cock against Brit's asshole.

Brit again looked back at him.

He pushed gently, holding himself steady.

Gaby picked up the vibrator and turned it on. She placed her left hand on the small of Brit's back. With her right, she slid the toy underneath Brit's body and back between her legs. Finding her clit, Gaby rubbed the vibe against her.

Brit pushed back against Ben. She opened up to him and the head of his cock slipped into her ass.

"Oh, yessss," Brit moaned.

Ben echoed her, letting his own moan escape.

Still holding himself to avoid slipping out, Ben stayed still for a few moments, letting Brit's tight hole adjust to him.

Brit nodded at him.

"OK," she said, quietly.

Ben eased another half inch of himself into Brit. He pulled back, then pushed a little deeper, looking down to watch himself disappear into her.

Brit dropped her face to the pillow.

Ben adjusted his position and pushed farther.

"She's gonna cum again," Gaby said, looking up at Ben.

Brit's body shook as she came. Ben held her hips, working himself deeper as she moaned.

By the time her orgasm ended, he had nearly five inches of himself inside her. The heat of her, and the tightness was already driving him crazy.

"God, how much more is there?" Brit asked, looking back at Ben.

"Are you OK?" Gaby asked her.

Brit nodded.

Gaby straightened up and put her left arm around Ben. She let her vibrator fall to the bed and put her right hand on Ben's chest. She found his left nipple and pinched.

He moved his right arm around her and trailed his hand down her spine to her ass. He pushed his middle finger between the cheeks of her ass.

"Bennn...," Gaby cried, as his fingertip -- slick with KY -- slipped inside her.

She tried to wiggle away, but he reached across his body and wrapped his left hand around her neck. Holding her tightly, he pulled her to him and kissed her.

Gaby gasped for breath and pinched him harder. He pushed his finger farther into Gaby's ass, reaching the second knuckle, as he continued moving his cock in Brit.

Gaby broke the kiss and looked into Ben's eyes as he finger fucked her asshole. Her mouth fell open, as if in a silent moan, and her eyes rolled back.

"You like that, Baby?" he asked.

She could only nod.

"Are you gonna cum for me?" he asked.

Another slight nod, as she gasped for breath.

Her body began to shake, bucking against him as she plunged into her orgasm. The convulsions wracking her body threatened to pull her away from him, but he held her safely in his arms, and kissed her mouth.

He released Gaby's neck -- still holding her with his right hand on her ass -- and put his left hand on Brit's left hip. A low moan escaped Ben's lips and Gaby knew he wouldn't last much longer.




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"I want you to cum right here, Ben," she said, tapping to the tattoo in the small of Brit's back with a finger.

"Ohhh," Ben moaned, "I want to."

Brit lifted herself up on her hands and looked back over her shoulder.

"Give it to me, Ben," she said. "Shoot it on me bum!"

Ben eased his finger out of Gaby's ass and put both hands on Brit's hips. He pulled her back against him, sliding deeper inside her.

She moaned as she took him in.

"Does it feel good, Baby?" Gaby asked.

"It's so hot and tight," Ben gasped, trying to catch his breath.

He was close. He briefly considered remaining inside Brit as he came, but thought about his fantasy. Not sure if he'd ever again have this chance, he carefully removed his cock from Brit. He used his right hand to strip off the condom, then began stroking himself hard and fast.

He leaned into Brit and his knuckles brushed against the cheeks of her ass as he moved his hand up and down the length of his cock.

"Come on, Baby," Gaby whispered, "cum all over that beautiful ass."

"Yesss," he hissed, as he felt the cum boiling in his balls.

Brit reached up to collect her long hair. She pulled it forward to let it fall over her shoulder, baring her back to him.

Ben grunted as he reached the point of no return.

Gaby supported Ben with her left arm as he erupted.

His body convulsed. He thrust himself against Brit's ass, and fired a stream of cum high up onto her back. It landed along her spine, between her shoulder blades. He tried to aim himself at her tattoo and his second stream splattered across the ink.

He continued moving his hand along his shaft and another shower of cum coated the outline of Great Britain. A few more spurts followed.

Ben slumped against Gaby as his orgasm subsided. She kissed his shoulder.

"So much cum," she said.

He looked down at Brit. His cum covered much of her back and ran down the crack of her ass.

Brit turned quickly and took Ben's wilting cock in her mouth.

"Oh, God," Ben cried, as she sucked the remaining drops of cum from him.

He grabbed Brit's shoulders, digging his fingers into her skin, and tried to push his hips into her.

Brit moaned.

"That's it, Brit," Gaby encouraged, "get it all."

Expended, Ben collapsed onto the bed. His cock slipped from Brit's mouth.

Gaby lowered herself to lie beside Ben. As Brit moved toward them, Gaby moved her hands to the sides of Brit's face and kissed her.

As they continued kissing, Gaby moved her hands to Brit's back. Her fingers smeared the cum Ben had deposited there.

"Mmmm, Ben made a real mess," she said, breaking the kiss.

She released Brit and turned to retrieve the towel she'd earlier left on the footboard. Brit lowered herself against Ben's left side. She kissed his cheek.

"Are you OK?" Ben asked her, as his breathing slowed.

"Yes," she answered.

"I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked.

"No, it was boss," she said. "I've never cum with it in me bum before."

Gaby wiped her hands on the towel, then turned to gently clean the cum from Brit's back and ass. She leaned over to kiss the skin she'd cleared, trailing her wet tongue across Brit's flesh.

Finished with Brit, Gaby turned her attention to Ben. She dragged the towel across his soft cock, wiping away the cum, sweat, and KY left there. She tossed the soiled towel to the floor beside the bed.

Gaby kissed Ben's stomach, then moved slowly upward, across his chest, his neck, and chin, to his mouth. He wrapped his right arm around her as they kissed.

"How you doin'?" she asked, with a smile.

He looked at her.

"Hungry," he said.

Both women laughed.

Gaby glanced at the alarm clock.

"It's too late for Giuseppe's," she said.

"There's always the diner," he suggested.

Gaby looked at Brit.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"Well, so much for the fancy dinner," she said with a giggle.

Ben and Gaby laughed.

"We'll have to give you a rain check on the fancy dinner," Ben said. "Next time we get together, I promise."

"Oh, you presume there will be a 'next time.'" Brit said.

"You don't want to do this again?" Gaby asked.

Brit remained silent for a few moments, then smiled.

"Of course, I do," she said.

In the wee hours of the morning, they returned from their meal at the diner. After more kissing and fondling, Brit left. Ben and Gabrielle undressed and crawled into bed.

She lay with her back to him. His arms wrapped around her.

"Did you have fun, Baby?" he asked.

"Mmmm, I did," she whispered. "We need to do that again, soon."

"Yeah?" Ben asked, tentatively.

The tone of his response made her turn her head.

"I thought you wanted to," she said. "You don't?"

"Sure, I do," Ben answered. "I just don't want you to forget about rule number three."

"Are you going to fall in love with Brit?" she asked, turning over to face him.

"Of course not," he answered. "But, the rule works both ways."

She looked at him for a moment in the dim light.

"You're jealous," she said, finally.

"No," he countered.

"You are," she said. "You're jealous of how much I wanted Brit."

"I'm not," Ben insisted.

"Awww, my big Pookie Wookie," she said, using her pet name for him -- a name rarely spoken -- "is afraid I'll run off with a little English crumpet."

"It's not like that," he said.

She kissed his lips.

"Ben, I love you," she said. "I'm not going anywhere, with anyone."

She turned over again and nestled back against him.

"I'm your girl," she continued, "and you're my guy."

He kissed her bare shoulder.

"I love you, Gabriella Sarsaparilla Armadilla," he whispered in her ear.

"Of course, if I was to run off with Brit," she said, with a giggle, "I'd take that big toy with me so I can always remember your cock."

She yelped as he smacked her ass. 



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 05



In life, everyone makes compromises. We give something to get something. It isn't often both sides get everything they want, or end up completely satisfied with whatever it is, once they've gotten it.

Ben and Gabrielle, however, had always been happy with each other, and with the little trade-offs their life together sometimes required.

The events that led to the compromise, which in turn led to the fulfillment of Gaby's number one unfulfilled fantasy, began with an innocent remark.

"I'm thinking about getting my hair cut," Gaby said.

They sat at the kitchen table, enjoying a lazy Saturday morning brunch; she wore a tight, white cotton wife beater, and blood red boxer shorts; he a black t-shirt and baggy gray sweatpants.

"Any particular reason?" Ben asked, figuring she probably meant nothing more than a trim.

"I'd just like a change," she answered, munching a piece of toast.

"Hmmm," he mumbled, then fell silent.

He let the silence hang in the air, while counting the seconds in his head.

"Well?" she asked, finally.

"Well, what?" he teased.

"What do you think?" she asked.

He looked at her and thought for a few moments.

"I think you should get a pixie cut," he suggested.

"Really? A pixie?" she asked, scrunching her nose. "I wasn't thinking of going that short."

"Yep, like Anne Hathaway got after 'Les Miserables,'" he said, horribly mispronouncing the title of the movie. "I think it's very sexy."

Gaby put her hand to the side of her head, and tugged at a long strand of dark brown hair.

"She is gorgeous," Gaby agreed. "But, my hair has never been that short."

As long as he'd known her, Gaby's hair had fallen to the middle of her back.

"I'm not sayin'," Ben said. "I'm just sayin'."

"I was thinking of taking off a few inches," she said, quietly. "Nothing crazy."

"OK," he said, indefinitely.

More silence passed between them.

"You'd like my hair like that?" she asked, a minute later.

He smiled before he answered.

"Gabrielle; my muse; my love; light of my life," he began, seriously, "I love you as you are. I would love you if you were bald. I would love you if you were as hairy as the abominable-ble-ble snowman."

She laughed at him.

"OK," he said, with a grin, "maybe not if you were bald."

She threw her last bite of toast at him and stuck out her tongue. He reached out, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to him, holding her sideways on his lap.

"Dear," he said, looking into her deep, brown eyes, "I love your hair the way it is.

He used his right hand to sweep her hair away from her neck. He leaned in close and she felt his hot breath wash over her dark olive skin.

"But," he whispered, "if you cut it short, I'll have greater access to your pretty little neck."

He kissed her neck, and trailed his tongue across her jugular.

"Ohhh," Gaby moaned, "you know what that does to me."

"Mmmm, hmmm," he murmured, not removing his lips from her skin.

She struggled to turn herself. Finally straddling him on the chair, she put her hands on the sides of his face and pulled his lips to hers. She kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue against his.

Ben wrapped his arms around her and slipped his hands inside the fabric of her shirt. He let his fingers caress her back.

"You're starting trouble," she whispered, breaking the kiss.

"You noticed, eh," he said, and kissed her again.

She pushed herself away from him, breaking free of his grasp, and stood up. She looked down at him in the chair, then held out her hand.

"Come on," she demanded. "Let's go."

She led him out of the kitchen and turned toward the bedroom.

He followed willingly, squeezing her hand gently. Of course, he knew better than to believe she had completely abandoned the subject of her hair.

It took two days.

Monday evening, after arriving home from school, she brought up the subject again.

"I'll make a deal with you," she said.

"OK," he said, tentatively, "let's hear it."

"I'll get the pixie cut, if you do something for me," she said.

"Gaby, you know I would do almost anything for you already," he reminded her.

"We'll see," she said.

"What is it?" he asked.

She looked at him for a few moments, but remained silent.

"Well," he prompted.

She hesitated another moment, then explained what she wanted.

When she finished, he remained silent for nearly a minute.

"Where did that come from?" he asked, finally.

"I don't know," she answered. "It's been a fantasy of mine for a long time."

"And, you've never done it?" he asked.

"No," she said. "I've never even told anyone about it. It's probably my number one unfulfilled fantasy."

He took another moment to deliberate. She watched him as he weighed her offer.

"I have a few conditions," he said. "And, one request."

"Go ahead," she said.

He explained, and she quickly consented to all.

"OK, then; let's do it," he said, simply.

"Really?" she asked, surprised.

He looked at her.

"You thought I'd say no without even considering it, didn't you?" he asked.

She didn't reply for several seconds.

"I..." she began.

"Too late," he said, cutting her off, "the deal is made. You can't back out now."

"I didn't think you'd do that," she said, quietly.

"Have I ever said no to any sexual request you've made?" he asked.

"No," she answered.

"This will require a trip to the toy store," Ben said.

"Why?" she asked.

"To get the necessary...equipment," he said.

"You don't think what we have is adequate?" she asked.

He shook his head.

"So, when are you going to get your hair cut?" he asked.

"I don't have class Friday afternoon," she said. "I'll try to get an appointment for then."

"Cool," he said. "I think I'm free. I'll call Giuseppe's. We can go to dinner afterward, and then to the toy store."

"Deal," she said, not completely sure about her end of the bargain.

Late Friday afternoon, Ben drove Gaby in his Jeep to her hairstylist.

She wore black leather pants; a tight, black, backless top, and four-inch strappy black heels to enhance her 5'2" height. She'd painted her finger and toe nails blood red. He could see her toes peeking out through the front of her shoes. She'd accessorized her appearance with blood red lipstick.

He walked to the door of the salon with her. He pulled the door open and waited as she walked in. He moved to follow her.

"Oh, no you don't," she said, turning toward him. "This will be hard enough without you sitting there watching."

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Why don't you go browse around Barnes & Noble," she suggested, waving a hand in the direction of the bookstore two doors down. "I'll come find you when I'm done."

"Why?" he asked. "Don't you want me to meet your hairdresser?"

"Get moving," she ordered.

"She's really hot, isn't she?" he asked.

"She is a he, you idiot," Gaby said.

"A he?" Ben asked.

"Yes," she said, loudly, "and he'd be more interested in your ass than in mine. Now go."

"OK, if you insist," he teased, as he turned toward the bookstore.

She shook her head as he walked away.

Ben spent nearly an hour in the bookstore. He wandered the aisles, finding several books he wanted; then sat down to flip through one of them while he waited for Gaby.

He laughed at the myriad people sitting around with laptop and tablet computers.

Bunch of hippies, he thought, why don't you actually buy a book instead of sitting here for hours using the free wi-fi?

He happened to glance at the entrance as Gaby walked through the door. A man exiting the store at the same time nearly walked into the door as he turned his head to stare at Gaby. Her hair looked fantastic. The cut was precisely what Ben had envisioned, and he told himself he'd have to thank her stylist.

Gaby didn't see him, and began walking toward the other side of the store. She had her right hand up at her neck, and she trailed her fingers along the bottom of her new hairstyle. Ben chuckled as he stood up and followed her. He crouched slightly, to avoid being seen by her.

He moved quickly and caught her near the back corner of the store.

"Excuse me, Miss," he said, quietly, "but, how'd you like to go out and have a good time?"

"I don't know if my fiancé would like that very much," she said, turning slowly to face him.

"Is he bigger than me?" Ben asked.

She glanced down at his crotch.

"Hmmm, probably," she said, dismissively.

"Well, I'm pretty good with my fingers and tongue, too," he offered.

"My guy has magic fingers," she said, turning away from him, pretending to look at the books on the nearest shelf.

"Really?" he asked.

"Really," she confirmed. "He is a master at making me cum."

"Must be a great guy," he said.

"Well, he's not too bright sometimes," she teased, "and he's insanely jealous; not to mention built like a gorilla."

"Huh. I guess I'd better leave before he shows up," Ben said.

"I guess you better," she echoed.

Ben turned to walk away, but Gaby grabbed him.

"What do you think about it?" she asked.

He reached up to touch the side of her head, letting his fingers run through the short hair.

"I think it looks fantastic," he said. "No, that's not even close. I think it looks incredibly fantastic. Or, even, terrifically, incredibly, fantastic!"

"So, you're saying you like it?" she laughed.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Again, she reached up to touch her hair.

"I think it's cute," she answered, "but it'll take some getting used to."

"It's gorgeous, Baby," Ben said.

"Yeah?" she asked, still not sure.

"Sexy is an understatement," he assured her.

"Well, at least all that hair is going to 'Locks of Love,'" she said.

"That's a good thing," he said, with a smile. "Some kid will appreciate it."

He leaned over to kiss her lips. He pushed his tongue against hers, and pulled her body to him.

She kissed him back for several seconds, but as he slipped his hands to her ass, she pushed him away.

"We're in public, Ben," she whispered.

He pulled her toward him again.

"I don't care if anyone sees," he said, with a mischievous grin.

He kissed her neck.

"Ohhh," she moaned, "that's not fair."

She fought to regain her senses.

"No," she managed to say, again pushing him away. "It's time for you to keep up your end of the deal."

He looked into her eyes.

"Oh, you didn't forget about that, huh," he said.

"Let's go get some dinner first," she said, "then I get what I want."

They held hands as they left the store.

The books Ben had intended to buy remained on the table next to the chair he'd been sitting in while waiting for Gaby.

To Ben, dinner seemed to last forever. They'd both ordered light meals, not wanting to get too full, in anticipation of the night's promised revelries.

He couldn't take his eyes off Gaby. Nor, it appeared, could the other men in the restaurant. Ben caught several men casting surreptitious glances toward their table when they thought no one – especially their wives or girlfriends – would see. Gaby noticed the attention, too.

Joey, the owner of Giuseppe's, came out of the kitchen to sit and have a glass of wine with them. He remarked, most favorably, on Gaby's new hairstyle. Ben watched her confidence in her new appearance grow quickly.

By the time they left the restaurant, Ben was sure Gaby had accepted that her hair truly did look as good as he had assured her it did.

He ached to touch her again; to feel the warmth of her skin under his fingers. He put his hand on her bare back as they walked toward the exit. They both felt electricity pass between them.

The trip to their preferred toy store took only 20 minutes. Despite its name, Devilish Delights was an upscale adult bookstore. While the illuminated sign in front featured two large Ds, which could make the uninformed think the establishment a sleazy strip club, the inside was clean and well-lit, and housed no dancers, alcohol, or video booths.

DDs did contain a wide variety of pornographic movies on DVD – advertisements boasted they carried more than two thousand titles – and a large selection of lingerie and costumes, as well as myriad sex toys and other intimacy aids.

Ben and Gabrielle found few people in the store – surprising for a Friday evening. They meandered through the store, pausing to look at a few movies, then made their way to the toy section.

Gaby quickly pointed to a large dildo. The package claimed it was 15 inches long, and it appeared to be at least 4 inches in diameter.

"Uh, no," Ben said, immediately.

"Chicken," Gaby said, teasing him.

He reached out to put his arm around her waist.

"Something small," Ben said.

He pulled a package off a hook. The plastic enclosed a blood red vibrator, six inches long, and slightly wider than his middle finger.

"I think this'll do," he said, turning to look at Gaby.

She took the package from him.

"Are you sure?" Gaby asked.

He again considered the toy.

"Yes," he said.

"We could use some more lube," Gaby said.

"Good thinking," he said. "More lube."

Their selections paid for, they exited the building and walked to Ben's Jeep, holding hands.

Ben smiled as he opened the passenger's side door for Gaby. He shut the door and made his way to the driver's side. He climbed into his seat and started the Jeep. He knew the drive home couldn't possibly go quickly enough...for either of them.

As he drove out of the parking lot, Gaby slipped the fabric of her top over her shoulders; then pushed it down to her waist, and freed her arms.

"What are you doing?" Ben asked, looking at her.

She didn't answer, only reached up and let her fingers pass over her nipples.

Ben reached out to touch her, but she pushed away his hand.

"Drive," she said.

"I can do both," he assured her, attempting again to grope her.

"Concentrate on the road," she ordered, "I don't want you to kill us."

"Have I ever killed you? Even once," he objected.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her unsnap her pants. She lowered the zipper and spread the leather, revealing her lower belly.

She bent her left leg and awkwardly turned to rest it on the seat. She leaned back against the passenger's door.

He turned his head to look at her.

She arched her back slightly and slipped her right hand inside her pants. Her mouth fell open as her fingers found her lips.

"Oh, Ben," she whispered, "I'm already wet."

He turned his eyes back to the road, but reached out to touch her leather-clad leg.

"No," she said, slapping his wrist with her left hand.

He looked into her eyes.

"Not yet," she said.

She moved her left hand to her chest and pinched her right nipple.

He could see her fingers moving inside her pants as she rubbed her clit.

"Should I put a finger in, Ben?" she asked.

"You're poking the bear," he said.

"Not yet I'm not," she teased.

She let out a sigh as she slipped a finger into her pussy.

"Oh, I've needed this all day," she whispered.

"We could've done something about that while we were in Barnes & Noble," he reminded her.

She smiled as he looked at her.

Gaby removed her hand from her pants. She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "Want some Ben?"

She leaned toward him and moved her fingers to his lips. He could smell her sex on them. He stuck out his tongue to taste her.

She pulled back her hand, leaving him with nothing but the scent on the air.

"You are going to be in such trouble when we get out of this car," he warned her.

He heard her window go down and turned his head. In the glow of the dashboard lights, he could see a playful grin on her face, as night air filled the Jeep's cabin.

"Am I?" she responded to his warning.

He watched as her fingers again disappeared into her pants. She gasped and her head fell back to the window frame of the door.

"Are you gonna punish me, Baby?" she asked, above the rushing air.

"Yes, I am," he said.

"Ohhhh, are you gonna spank my pretty little ass?" she teased.

"No," he said. "You'd enjoy that too much."

She frowned at him. She didn't speak, but removed her hand from her pants, and twisted to get on her knees. She pushed her pants down past her thighs, then leaned against Ben's shoulder, and kissed his cheek.

She moved her right hand between his legs and squeezed his cock through his pants.

"That's not helping," he told her.

She began moving her hand up and down the length of his cock. Even through the fabric of his pants, the sensation drove him crazy.

"God, that air feels so good on my ass," she said.

He put his right arm around her and pulled her against his body. He slid his hand down her back, across her bare ass. She tried to wiggle away from him, but he held her tightly.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"This," he said, sliding his fingers down her lips.

"Yessss," she hissed.

He turned his fingers, getting them wet with her juices. She squeezed his cock harder, and tried to rub his balls. She put her left arm around his neck, resting it on his left shoulder.

In a sudden move, he thrust two fingers inside her pussy.

"Dios mio," she screamed in his ear.

She dug her nails into his shoulder as he buried his fingers, going to the last knuckle.

She moaned, loudly, as he struggled to wiggle his fingers inside her; knowing that always drove her crazy.

"Oh, si, si, siiii!" she cried out as he finger-fucked her pussy, while trying to avoid driving off the road.

Her head fell into his lap.

As she gasped for breath, he pulled his fingers out of her.

"Que?" she asked, looking up at him, then switched back to English. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Why did you stop?" she asked.

"Hmmm, now who doesn't like to be teased?" he asked.

"Please, don't stop," she pleaded, "I promise, I won't tease you again."

"Ever," he said.

"I can't say that...," she began.

He started to pull his arm away from her.

"OK, OK, I promise," she said, raising her head. "No more teasing...ever."

He looked into her eyes for several seconds.

"Open your pants and I'll make it up to you, Baby," she said.

Ben knew they were only a few minutes from home. His mind tried to convince him it would be better – and safer – to wait until they'd reached the apartment. His intellect, however, was no match for the lust Gaby stirred in him.

She reached out to hold the steering wheel while he moved his seat back as far as it would go, and then reclined it nearly 30 degrees. He fumbled to open his belt and pants. That done, he carefully lifted his hips enough to push them and his boxer-briefs down. The confines of the driver's seat only allowed him to get them to the bottom of his ass, but did allow him to expose himself to Gaby.

"Oh, I love that big cock," Gaby cooed, as he again took the wheel.

Gaby lowered her head into his lap and took the head of his stiffening cock between her lips.

He moved his right hand back to her ass, and gave her right butt cheek a hard slap.

"Agh," she screamed around his cock.

He slapped her again. She moaned and wiggled her ass, as if asking for more.

Knowing she wanted it, Ben denied her. Instead, he pushed his fingers inside her again, slowly at first.

As Gaby took more of him in her eager little mouth, he moved his fingers faster, and with more force. She began to grunt as she received each thrust, and her juices coated his fingers.

Ben couldn't decide if he was glad or not that no cars were traveling in the lane beside the Jeep. In truth, however, his brain was currently barely capable of rational thought. He could think only of getting home and getting inside Gabrielle.

His cock grew in her mouth, filling it, and sliding into her throat. She held him there, her throat grabbing at him, trying to pull him deeper, as he rammed his fingers into her.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 05



"Fuuuuuck, Baby," he moaned.

He fought to keep his eyes open and on the road ahead of them as they drove each other toward orgasm at dangerous speeds. His body demanded he let his head fall back to the headrest while Gaby began quickly moving her mouth up and down the length of his cock.

He managed to stop at a traffic light, and waited to make the last turn before reaching their apartment. During this seeming interminable delay, an SUV pulled up on their right side. Gaby's ass was clearly visible through the open window, and she moaned loudly as an orgasmic wave built inside her. Ben, still pumping his fingers furiously in and out of Gaby's pussy, looked over at the other car.

The other driver had his window up, but Ben could hear the bass thumping heavily from his radio. He appeared to be singing, and Ben almost laughed.

The light turned green, and as Ben prepared to pull away, he saw the other driver glance into the Jeep. Ben watched the man's mouth fall open as he realized what he was seeing. Ben gunned the engine and the Jeep sped around the corner, as he struggled – steering one-handed – to avoid running off the road. He never told Gaby about the other car.

On their street now, Ben re-focused his mind; forcing himself to hold out until they reached the parking lot. Their building lay less than a minute away.

Gaby didn't last. She pulled Ben's cock from her mouth, and he felt her pussy contract around his fingers; squeezing them as he moved them in and out of her.

"Me corro, me corroooo," she cried out in Spanish.

Her body convulsed violently in Ben's lap as lightning bolts of pleasure struck her body and exploded through every nerve.

"Yes," Ben nearly screamed, "fucking cum for me!"

She gasped for breath as her orgasm continued. Ben did not stop pushing his fingers inside her.

"Siiiiii," she hissed; her hot breath washing over his cock.

Gaby's orgasm had not yet subsided when Ben managed to maneuver the Jeep into their parking lot. He turned into his space and stopped the vehicle with a squeal of the tires.

As Gaby returned to her senses, he looked up at the building. His parking space lay directly under their neighbor's bedroom window. It was barely past 9:00pm, but no light showed through the windows.

Whitney must be out tonight, Ben thought.

He wished Whitney were there to look out and watch them.

Gaby recovered enough to return her mouth to Ben's cock. She moved her right hand between his legs and tried to rub his balls as she again took the length of him between her lips. His fingers remained buried inside her, and he could feel tremors still running through her body.

"Did you like that, Baby?" he asked, his head now falling to the headrest.

"Mmmm, hmmm," she moaned, not removing him from her mouth.

She moved her left hand to his chest, then slowly moved it down his body until she reached the base of his cock. She pulled her mouth back until only the tip of Ben's cock remained inside, and she stroked his shaft roughly.

Knowing Gaby to be capable of having multiple orgasms, he again thrust his fingers into her. Her body jumped and she pulled his cock from her mouth to avoid biting him.

"Bennnn," she hissed at him.

He didn't stop. He moved his fingers faster; thrusting harder.

Despite his attentions, she tried to speak

"I want...you...to...tell me...when...you're ready," she gasped.

"I will, I will," he replied, as she again took the head of his cock into her mouth.

Free of the need to keep his left hand on the steering wheel, or to see the road, he reached down to further recline the seat; giving Gaby more room to move. She used it, bobbing her head up and down over him, bringing her lips to the very tip of his cock, then plunging herself down on him, letting it slide into her throat.

"Oh, Gaby," he whispered, "you're gonna make me cum."

He felt her pussy contract around his fingers.

"Yessss, that's it, Baby, cum with me," he said.

Her body began shaking against his. He pushed his fingers deep inside her and struggled to wiggle them.

Again, she deep throated him, moaning as she held him in her throat. It sent him over the edge. He moved his left hand to the back of her head and held her there.

"I'm cumming, Baby! I'm..." he cried out as his hips bucked into her and he fired a stream of cum down her throat.

With her left hand, she reached up to grab his left hand, intertwining her fingers with his. With her right, she gently squeezed his balls.

Her second orgasm arrived as she swallowed another torrent of his cum.

They convulsed against each other, rocking the Jeep, as their cries floated out the passenger's side window. She drained him as he fought to keep his fingers inside her.

Once their orgasms finally subsided, neither moved for several minutes. Gaby remained with her head in Ben's lap. He felt her breathing on his wet, diminishing cock. As they remained there, Ben gently removed his fingers from Gaby's dripping cunt.

"I think we'd better go inside," he said, when his breathing returned to normal.

She slowly extracted herself from between his body and the steering wheel. She propped herself on her knees, and smiled at him.

He reached out to her with his right hand and pushed his fingers into her mouth.

"Clean them off," he ordered.

She looked into his eyes as she swirled her tongue around his fingers and sucked her juices from them.

When she finished, he moved his hand to the back of her head and pulled her to him. He kissed her deeply, again pushing his tongue against hers. He reached up to cup her right breast with his left hand.

"Let's get inside," she said, breaking the kiss.

He released her, and pulled up his pants. As she redressed, he put up her window, shut off the Jeep, and climbed out to zip and buckle up.

She completed straightening her clothes as he opened her door. Holding the bag from the toy store, she hopped into his arms and wrapped her arms and legs around him.

Surprised, he grunted as he caught her. Carrying her, he awkwardly closed the Jeep door, and turned to walk toward the backdoor of the building.

"I can't wait for the next round," she whispered in his ear, as he tried to find the key to get them inside. Finding the correct key, he fumbled trying to unlock the door.

"Come on, Baby," she laughed, "get it in the hole."

She gently bit his earlobe, further distracting him.

"Am I going to have to fulfill my fantasy right here?" she asked.

The door sprung open as she finished her question.

Clumsily, Ben carried her up the stairway. She kissed his neck and pulled at his hair, and he stopped twice to kiss her mouth.

Upon reaching the second floor, he turned toward their door. As he reached out with his key, he heard muffled voices, and then the door of the neighboring apartment – only a few feet from their door – swung open. Ben turned his head.

Mrs. Moynahan, the building gossip and certified curmudgeon stood in the doorway, with a young man.

"Good evening, Mrs. Moynahan," Ben sighed.

Her mouth was fixed in a frown as she eyed the two of them.

Gaby twisted her neck to look at the woman.

"Hi, Mrs. M," she said, a little too loudly.

"Hello, Benjamin. Gabrielle," Moynahan said, unenthusiastically.

"New boyfriend?" Gaby asked, giggling.

"This is my grandson, Dylan," she sneered. "He'll be staying here for a few weeks, and I'll thank you not to corrupt him during his stay."

Gaby ignored her and returned to kissing Ben's neck.

"Jesus," Ben cried out as Gaby bit him again.

"Hmmm," Mrs. Moynahan said, "yes, you two could use the Lord's help."

Gaby again turned her head toward the woman.

"Well, send him over," she said. "He can watch."

Mrs. Moynahan's mouth fell open in a silent gasp. Luckily, Ben opened the apartment door and slipped inside before she could recover enough to reprove them further.

"One of these days, you're going to give that woman a heart attack," Ben said, closing the door.

Gaby slipped from Ben's arms and turned toward the bedroom. As she walked, she opened her pants and pushed them down a few inches, exposing her ass to him.

"You are so naughty," he hissed.

He reached out to grab her, but she eluded him. She ran into the bedroom and he followed. He caught her just inside the door. Picking her up, he carried her to the bed, and dropped her roughly. He slipped his fingers under her shirt and pushed it upward to expose her stomach. He kissed her warm skin as she tried to wriggle away from him.

He tugged at the top of her pants, trying to pull them down her legs.

"No, no, no," she objected, placing her hands on his head and pushing him away. "You go get in the shower, like you wanted."

He looked up her body into her eyes.

"Go on," she said. "I'll clean our new toy and bring it in."

Reluctantly, Ben removed his mouth from Gaby's flesh. He stripped off his clothes, picked up two large, fluffy towels, and walked into the bathroom.

After hanging the towels on the rack, he pulled back the clear plastic shower curtain, and reached in the tub to turn on the water. He waited a few seconds, then stepped in, and closed the curtain. Satisfied with the temperature, he stood under the nozzle and let the spray of hot water cascade down his body.

After a few moments, he turned to a shelf and picked up his bottle of body wash. He'd just finished cleansing himself when he heard Gaby's voice.

"Are you ready, Baby?" she asked.

"As ready as I'll ever be," he said, adjusting the showerhead so he could slide the shower curtain to the side without getting the floor wet.

He turned to look at Gaby as she stepped into the tub. As he'd requested, she wore a white, cotton wife beater and boyshorts. She carried the vibrator they'd purchased at the toy store, and a bottle of cherry scented lubricant.

"Cherry," he said. "Nice touch."

She laughed.

"I thought you'd like that," she said.

As she closed the shower curtain, he adjusted the showerhead, then reached out to pull her to him. The water instantly turned her white clothing transparent. He could see her brown nipples and the lips of her pussy through the thin wet fabric, and he leaned down to take her left nipple in his mouth. Holding her tightly, he sucked hard and she moaned.

He slipped his hands down her body – his left to her ass, his right between her legs. He pushed his fingers against her roughly.

"Bennnn," she moaned, as he assaulted her.

He pressed his middle finger against her asshole, through her shorts. She lifted herself onto the tips of her toes as she felt the pressure, and wrapped her arms around him, clawing at his skin with her nails.

Moving his lips to hers, he kissed her deeply. She nearly melted into him as he massaged her sex. He felt her body begin to tremble against his.

He slipped his hand inside the back of her shorts and forced a finger between the cheeks of her ass. Carefully, he turned their bodies until she stood directly in the spray of hot water.

His stiffening cock rubbed against her stomach. She moved her left hand downward and around his body to grab it. She stroked the length of it as he moved his fingers faster.

"God, I love those magic fingers, Baby," she whispered, breaking their kiss.

Ben moved his mouth to her neck and trailed his tongue over her jugular.

"Harder," she pleaded.

He complied, beginning to move the hand between her legs faster, manipulating her clit with more force. The tremors running through her body quickly became stronger.

"That's right, Baby," he ordered, barely removing his lips from her neck, "cum for me."

He squeezed her ass tightly, holding her to him as her knees weakened.

"Yesss," she moaned, "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum!"

Releasing her grip on his cock, she grabbed his right shoulder. She gasped for breath and her body jerked against his.

He continued moving his fingers on her, feeling her body react to his touch. His body stiffened as her fingernails dug into his shoulders, but it did not deter him.

Gaby grunted as powerful convulsions swept through her body like the bands of a thunderstorm, and lightning bolts of pleasure struck every nerve.

Loving the way she looks when she cums, Ben pulled back enough to look at Gaby's face. He never tired of the way her face twisted in a grimace of both pain and pleasure, and the way her nose wrinkled.

"There you go," he whispered, not knowing if she could even hear him in the throes of her ecstasy, "cum all over my fucking fingers."

Her mouth fell open and she looked as if she were about to scream, but stopped herself.

"Oh, Ben," she managed to cry. "Ohhh..."

He couldn't help but smile as she shook in his arms. He'd long ago realized that nothing in life gave him more pleasure than making Gaby cum.

As the tempest of her orgasm slowly diminished, she leaned into him – letting her head fall against his chest. Her hands slid down his wet body.

"Ben," she moaned. "Promise me you'll never stop doing that."

"Doing what?" he asked, teasing.

"You know what," she said, still shaking.

"I promise," he whispered.

As her breathing slowed, her left hand found his cock trapped between their bodies. Her right came to rest of his left butt cheek, and she squeezed both.

Carefully, making sure she could stand without him holding her, he slipped his left hand from the back of her shorts. Then, he gently extracted his right hand from between her legs.

"It's your turn, Baby," he said.

She looked up at him.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Hey, I'm not one to welch on a deal," he said, reaching up to run his right hand through her newly-shortened hair.

Her right hand joined his on top of her head. She curled her fingers, trying to pull a bit of it.

"It's so short," she said, with an exaggerated frown.

"It's still longer than mine," he said. "And, it's gorgeous."

She nodded, still not convinced.

"Kiss me," she demanded.

He did.

"Where do you want me?" he asked, when he broke their kiss a minute later.

She thought for a moment.

"Face the wall," she said. "And, turn the showerhead. The lube is water-based. I don't want it to wash away."

"Yeah," he agreed, with a mock serious look on his face. "Me either."

He adjusted the spray of water so it wouldn't hit them directly. Despite this, their bodies were bathed in the droplets that deflected off the shower wall, and cloaked in the cloud of steam created by the hot water.

She moved around him and reached for the shelf where she'd placed the lubricant and the new vibrator. She picked up both items and turned back to him.

"Hold this," she said, handing him the vibe.

She opened the bottle of lube and squeezed a few drops onto her right middle finger.

"Hey, wait a second," he said. "Are you sure this is the one we picked out? This looks a lot bigger."

"Uh, you picked that tiny thing, chicken," she said.

"How can you call this tiny?" he asked. "It's like an MX missile."

"Shut up and turn around," she ordered. "Fucking men; always worried about size."

Still holding the vibrator, he spun slowly, crossed his arms in front of him, placed his forearms on the tiles at the front of the shower, and rested his forehead on his arms.

He looked back at her over his shoulder.

"Be gentle," he said.

"Pussy," she responded, and slapped his ass.

She leaned against his back, slightly to the left side. She kissed his shoulder blade as she trailed the fingers of her right hand down the crack of his ass. With the help of the lubricant, her middle finger slipped between his cheeks.

She poured more lube, letting it run down the length of her finger, as she slowly swirled the tip around and around his hole, pressing gently. Flipping the top closed, she set the bottle on the edge of the tub.

She brought her left hand up and placed it on his chest. She ran her fingers through his hair, then pinched his left nipple.

"Mmmm, is that all you've got?" he asked, teasing.

She slipped her finger into his ass. He tensed, momentarily, squeezing her finger.

"Relax, Baby," she whispered.

She moved her left hand down his body until it found his cock. It had softened somewhat as he waited. Wrapping her fingers around it, she stroked it slowly, as she pushed her finger deeper inside him.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, quietly.

She worked her finger in and out of his asshole, going deeper each time.

His cock quickly hardened in her hand.

"Hmmm, I think you like this," she said.

He nodded, wordlessly.

She matched the speed of her thrusts with that of her stroking.

"Gaby...," he whispered.

"Are you ready for more?" she asked.

Again, he nodded.

Carefully, she removed her finger from inside him.

"Give me the vibe," she said.

Taking it from him, she picked up the bottle of lube, and flipped it open. She poured some of the gooey liquid over the vibrator.

Again, she set down the bottle, then ran her hand up and down the length of the toy, trying to distribute the lube somewhat evenly over the smooth plastic.

She turned to Ben and let the tip of the toy slide down the crack of his ass. She knelt behind him and reached up to spread his cheeks slightly, as she guided the tip to his hole.

Ben stood silently, waiting. She couldn't hear his heart beating above the spray of the water. Her own heart was pounding. She'd wanted this, and he was allowing her to make her fantasy come true.

She eased the vibrator forward evenly. Ben held his breath as it entered him. Gaby allowed the toy to penetrate less than an inch before letting in slip back by a hair's breadth.

She pushed it forward again, gradually moving it deeper, letting him adjust to it.

After working the first two inches of the toy inside him, she stood up again, and leaned against his back. She reached around him and again took his cock in her left hand.

Her hand moved up and down the smooth skin of his shaft. She increased the speed and force of her strokes as she fumbled to turn the base of the vibrator, switching it on.

Ben's body stiffened. The vibrations seemed to run from his hair to the very tips of his toes.

He moaned as Gaby pushed it deeper into him, and jerked his cock roughly.

"You like that, Baby?" she asked.

He moaned.

"Fucking tell me," she said.

"Yes," he said, turning his head to look at her.

The look on her face surprised him. She looked as if she were about to cum. She often came while pleasuring him orally, but he hadn't expected this. He smiled.

He moved his left hand from the tile and reached back to grab her hip.

She released his cock and slapped away his hand.

"Turn around," she ordered.

As she kept her hand on the base of the vibrator, he carefully turned.

"Lean back against the wall," she said.

He leaned back until his shoulder blades touched the tile.

"Mmmm, look at that big, hard cock," she said, looking down.

Gaby knelt in front of him. Looking up into his eyes, she stuck out her tongue and licked the swollen head of his cock.

She grabbed the shaft of his cock and held it firmly as she let it slip into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head and flicked her tongue against the slit.

Ben moaned, loudly.

As she pushed the vibrator into him, she took him deeper in her mouth, and caressed his balls with her left hand.

With his right hand, Ben reached up, searching for the water pipe coming out of the wall. His left hand raked at the tiles on the side of the shower, trying to find support as her warm mouth enveloped him.

"Do it," Ben said, he voice almost hoarse. "Oh, God, Gaby; do it!"

She pushed the vibrator all the way inside him – leaving only the base exposed – as she took the entire length of his cock in her mouth, letting it slip into her throat. It grabbed at the head of his cock, trying to pull him deeper – to swallow him whole.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 05



"Fuuuuck," Ben hissed, above the spray of the water.

He let go of the water pipe and put his right hand on the top of Gaby's head, as she pulled back. For a split second, he tried to force her back onto him, as he thrust his hips toward her. Quickly, however, he regained some semblance of reason and let his hand slip from Gaby's head to her left shoulder as she took him back into her throat.

He cried out at the pleasure her mouth gave him.

Gaby let go of his balls and put her left hand on top of his right. She squeezed it, then pulled it off her shoulder, and guided it back to her head.

"I don't want to hurt you," he croaked, as he looked down and their eyes met.

She leaned back just enough to let his cock slip from her mouth.

"Fuck my mouth, Ben," she demanded, loudly. "I want you to cum in my mouth again!"

He looked at her for a moment, trying to decide if she'd suddenly become possessed by some demon. Before he could decide, however, she took him back in her mouth. He spread his fingers on the back of her head and pulled her onto him as he thrust his hips forward.

Once more, the head of his cock slipped into her throat. She grabbed his ass with her left hand and held herself there, her lips buried in his pubic hair, her throat pulling at his cock.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer – being deep throated always made him cum quickly – and he could feel it boiling in his balls.

"Gabyyyy," he cried, as she consumed him.

He could hear her breathing quickly though her nose, and she moaned around his cock. A moment later, he felt her body begin to shake against his legs.

Oh, God; she's cumming, he thought.

It sent him over the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, Baby," he gasped. "I'm cumminggggg."

Some remote part of his brain warned him his position was dangerously unstable – standing in an already slippery tub, lubricant running down his legs, and on the verge of an explosive orgasm. As his entire body tensed, Ben removed his hand from Gaby's head and clawed for the bar holding up the shower curtain. He caught hold of it just in time.

Gaby didn't pull back as he erupted. She kept her mouth on him, holding his ass tightly, as his body bucked and he – for the second time that night – fired his cum down her throat.

He'd never cum this hard before. His orgasm seemed to last for several minutes, as Gaby leaned against him, helping to hold him up.

She pulled back slowly, sucking as she went, determined to extract every drop of his cum. At the same time, she gingerly let the vibrator slip from his ass. Using both hands, she shut off the toy, and placed it on the floor of the tub.

She looked up at him. His eyes were closed and his breathing heavy.

"Are you OK, Baby?" she asked.

He nodded, but didn't speak.

She slid her hands up his legs to his waist, and planted small kisses on his stomach.

They stayed there, her kneeling before him, tremors running through their bodies, for several minutes as they each recovered.

"That was incredible," he whispered, finally.

She stood up, slowly; kissing her way up his body. He released the curtain bar and wrapped both arms around her. He leaned over and kissed her forehead, then the tip of her nose, and then her lips.

"I love you," he said.

"I know," she said, smiling at him.

She let her fingers trace down his body to his spent cock. He shivered as her fingers caressed the wrinkled skin.

"Mmmm," she whispered, "still going?"

"I'm surprised I'm still able to stand after cumming that hard," he said.

"I know," she laughed. "I thought you were going to shoot it right through the back of my neck."

"So, you got what you wanted?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she said. "I came twice."

"Twice?" he asked. "I missed the first one."

She looked into his eyes.

"I love that you trusted me enough to do that," she said. "I might try to take charge more often."

"Next time," he said, "you should have your hair dyed hot pink."

"I'll think about it, if we can get a thicker toy for you," Gaby said.

"Dark brown is fine," Ben said, quickly. "I like dark brown hair."

She laughed.

"Oh, so you don't want to try that Ben-sized toy I have?" she asked, still laughing.

"Never," he said.

"Don't worry," she said. "I wouldn't try that on you."

"Maybe we should try it on you," he suggested.

"Uh, uh," she said. "You're not sticking that fucking thing in my little ass."

It was his turn to laugh.

"So, still no chance of me...," he began.

"No," she cut him off.

"I'm just kidding, Baby," he said. "Kind of."

"I'm sorry," she said, looking at him. "There's just no way that thing's fitting in there. Your finger? Fine. Maybe that new toy. But, that's it."

He hugged her to him.

"Do you want to go to bed?" she asked, softly.

"We're not done in here," he said, dropping his hands to her ass and lifting her up.

She wrapped her legs around him, as he turned to pin her between his body and the shower wall.

"I hope the hot water holds up," she said.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 06



Ben walked through the double doors into the small, dimly lit theater and scanned the seats. Both sections – upper and lower, with stairways on each side – were empty. As planned, he'd arrived early enough to ensure he could sit in the back row.

He hadn't expected a problem obtaining the seats he wanted. It was a weekday matinee show of a movie released a month before. And, he'd carefully avoided selecting a movie featuring sparkly vampires.

It would be a small crowd, he thought.

Climbing the steps, he took a seat just to the left of the projection room. He settled in to wait for Gaby – she'd stopped to visit the restroom.

Checking his watch, he saw he had less than 15 minutes until the movie was scheduled to begin.

Movement caught his eye. He glanced to the right as two people entered the theater. They appeared to be a young couple.

Still in high school, Ben thought.

They selected the center seats in the front row of the upper section – close, but not too close.

A few minutes later, a woman entered the theater alone. Her face was partially obscured by the low light, and Ben initially thought her to be a college student. She wore faded blue jeans, an oversized, gray Columbia University sweatshirt, and sneakers. Despite the sweatshirt, he could tell she possessed a petite build – he could make out the graceful lines of her neck, and her thin legs. He guessed her to be 5'3", or so. And, her brunette hair was cut in a cute bob.

She carefully climbed the stairs to Ben's right. As she drew closer, Ben could tell he was not far off in his estimate of her age.

Mid-20s, he now thought.

She sat down in the end seat, two rows ahead. She was within 15 feet of Ben.

"Shit," Ben whispered, to himself, "too close."

Gaby walked in the theater with no more than a minute to spare. He caught sight of her silhouetted in the doorway as she stopped to locate him in the muted light. Her pixie hair cut only made her more identifiable.

She wore a loose-fitting, black and white sundress; accessorized with a choker and leather ankle boots.

As she climbed the stairs, Ben watched Gaby smile at the young lady two rows down. She sat down next to Ben. After situating herself, she leaned over to kiss him.

"I'm glad you made it in time," Ben said.

"Did I miss anything?" she asked.

As if to answer her question, the theater darkened.

"I made them wait until you got here," he said.

"Oh, my hero," she mocked.

A bright stream of light poured from the opening to their right as the previews began.

"She's cute," Gaby whispered.

"Who?" Ben asked, already knowing the answer.

"Her," Gaby said, nodding toward the girl she'd smiled at.

"I couldn't really tell from here," Ben said.

They sat through nearly 10 minutes of previews and commercials before the movie began.

When it did, Gaby put her right foot up on the back of the armrest in front of her. Ben looked over as the fabric of her dress slid up her leg, exposing her inner thigh.

He slipped his right hand onto her left knee. She turned her head to look at him as he began moving his hand up her leg, trailing his fingers over her dark-olive skin.

As his hand reached her inner thigh, she put her left hand on top of his hand and squeezed. He stopped moving, but did not withdraw his hand.

The on screen action ramped up, and Ben began moving his fingers in small, slow circles on the warm flesh of Gaby's leg. He strained to stretch his pinky far enough to brush her clit, but couldn't quite reach.

Gaby pulled his hand from her leg. She lifted the armrest between them, and pushed it up between their seat backs. She spread her legs wide – her right still braced against the armrest ahead of her – and guided Ben's hand back to her inner thigh.

He moved his hand along her thigh, quickly finding the soft fabric of her black, satin panties. She stiffened as he gently trailed his fingers over her clit.

Ben ran his fingers down her lips, and she fought the urge to moan. She tried to control her breathing.

As he ran his fingers upward again, Gaby lifted her ass slightly and used her right hand to pull the panties to the side, then adjusted herself until her ass rested on the edge of the seat.

He let his fingers brush her clit again. A small gasp escaped her lips and she looked around to see if anyone heard her. It appeared no one had.

Ben lifted his hand to Gaby's face. He traced over her lips with two fingers, then pushed them into her mouth. She sucked the digits, and swirled her tongue around them, wetting them with her saliva.

With the added lubrication, he again dropped his hand between her legs. He pushed his wet fingers against her clit.

Gaby slipped her left hand into Ben's lap and squeezed his crotch as he rubbed her. He turned slightly, allowing him to slip the tip of his middle finger inside her, while using the palm of his hand to manipulate her clit.

"Ben...," Gaby whispered.

He responded by adding the tip of his forefinger to her wetness.

She put her right hand on top of his, and they moved together as she wiggled in the seat.

He could hear her breathing now. She clutched at his hand – not trying to stop him, but helping; almost directing him.

Ben's cock hardened quickly. He tried to adjust himself with his left hand, seeking room to grow within the confines of his blue jeans. Gaby let the fingers of her left hand trace along the growing bulge.

"Take it out, Baby," she whispered.

Ben didn't say anything, only began moving his fingers faster, trying to thrust them deeper inside Gaby.

He snuck a look around the theater. The other patrons seemed to be engrossed in the movie.

Good, he thought.

Ben removed his fingers from inside Gaby and turned sideways in his seat. He moved his right hand to the back of Gaby's head and pulled her short hair, tilting her head back. He nuzzled her neck, kissing and biting one of her most sensitive spots.

He slipped his left hand between her legs, and found her slick lips with his fingers. He rolled his fingers around a few times, getting them wet with her juices.

Gaby moaned, louder this time.

Ben didn't bother to look around to see if anyone had heard. He pushed two fingers inside her, going to the second knuckle before stopping. He pulled back until only his fingertips remained inside Gaby. Then, he plunged them back into her, going to the last knuckle.

Gaby grabbed the back of his head with her right hand and pulled his hair, guiding his face to hers. She kissed him deeply, forcing her tongue against his.

She moaned into his mouth as he fucked her hard and fast with his fingers. Her body quivered under his touch. He knew she wouldn't last much longer.

He broke their kiss and looked at her face. She tried to pull him back to her, but he resisted.

Grabbing his shoulder with her left hand, she moved her right to her chest. Ben watched as she pinched her left nipple, hard. Her mouth fell open at the sensation of pleasure and pain.

Ben felt her body stiffen. He rammed his fingers into her as her orgasm crashed over her.

Gaby's knees came up involuntarily, almost pushing away Ben's hand, but he managed to keep his fingers in place as she came. Her body convulsed in the seat as her nails dug into Ben's shoulder.

"Yes, cum for me," he whispered, leaning in close to her.

She didn't respond as her body shook against his.

Ben fought to wiggle his fingers as her pussy squeezed him tightly.

Gaby moved her right hand to his.

"Don't stop," she mouthed silently, as she gasped for breath.

Ben had no intentions of doing so. He continued to shift his fingers inside her. Moving his mouth back to her neck, he trailed his tongue along her damp skin.

Gaby writhed in her seat. Her body suddenly stiffened as if every nerve had fired at the same instant. She held her breath for a long moment, then shuddered violently as a second orgasm rocked her from head to toe, before the first had died away.

Ben released Gaby's hair and slipped his right arm around her shoulders. He held her to him as she came.

It took several minutes for her to recover.

When her breathing returned to normal, Ben removed his lips from Gaby's neck and glanced around the theater. The girl two rows ahead was looking at him. Though he was sure she couldn't see them very well, he smiled at her, then leaned over to kiss Gaby. 

Gaby returned his kiss for a few moments, then pushed him away. He leaned back in his seat, and she clawed at the front of his pants.

While tugging at his belt, Ben scooted his ass forward until it rested on the edge of the seat. He quickly opened his jeans. Lifting himself a few inches, he pushed his pants and boxer-briefs to his knees.

He tried to look at the girl two rows down, but Gaby unknowingly blocked his view as she got on her knees on her seat. She leaned over, dropping her face into his lap as her ass went up in the air.

She trailed her tongue up and down the shaft of Ben's rigid cock. Using his right hand, Ben reached down Gaby's body and pulled her sundress up to her waist. He slid his hand over her skin and, finding the fabric of her panties, pulled them to the side, again exposing her sex to the cool air of the theater.

Gaby took the head of his cock in her mouth.

"Yesss," Ben moaned.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations caused by her warm mouth. Stretching his arm further, he tried to run his fingers over her wet lips.

His eyes opened wide and he gasped as Gaby took the entire length of him into her throat. Something at the very edge of his field of vision caught his attention. He turned his head to the right – leaning slightly to look past Gaby's body. The girl who had been sitting two rows ahead of them was now sitting at the end of their row. Her eyes seemed to be fixed on Gaby's ass.

Ben froze. He couldn't be sure how much the girl could see. Surely, the light reflecting from the movie screen illuminated them to some degree.

But, the intense beam from the projection room, which cut between them, probably ruined her ability to see them, Ben thought.

At least he hoped it did.

The girl continued looking in their direction.

Gaby's mouth flooded his brain with pleasure as Ben fought to think coherently.

Either she can't see us, she doesn't care, or she likes the show, Ben thought. Whatever the reason, she hasn't run off to tell the theater staff.

He slipped two fingers inside Gaby as she again deep throated him.

She moaned around his cock, and rocked her hips back toward his hand. Taking her signal, he thrust his fingers deeper, and with more force, into her.

She let his cock slip from her lips.

"That's it, Baby," she whispered, hoarsely, "give them to me."

She moved her right hand to his shaft and stroked him as she turned her head to look into his eyes.

"I can't wait any more," she whispered. "Put it on."

She straightened her body – forcing his fingers from her – and rested on her knees beside him.

With his left hand, he fumbled for the front pocket of his jeans.

"Hurry," she urged, as he pulled out a golden foil packet.

Clumsily, he tore open the condom with his slippery fingers.

Gaby released her grip on him as he rolled the latex down his skin. When he finished, Gaby kissed his mouth hard, and slipped off the seat. Standing up, she turned toward the screen, lifted her left leg, and moved to straddle Ben. She lifted her sundress to her waist as she lowered herself onto Ben's lap.

Bunching up her dress so she could hold it in her left hand, she used her right to reach down and grab Ben's cock.

Guiding him to her sex, she maneuvered the head along her lips a few times before slipping it inside her. She took the first two inches of him, then stopped.

Straightening her legs, she lifted herself until only the tip remained between her lips.

She looked back at him over her right shoulder as she again lowered herself onto him, this time taking him a little deeper into her wetness. She paused for a moment, then slowly sank downward until the cheeks of her beautiful ass rested on Ben's lap.

He moaned as she enveloped him.

Gaby remained motionless there as she adjusted to his size.

"You like that, Baby?" she asked.

Ben nodded as he wrapped his arms around her, moving his left hand to her right breast, and his left hand between her legs. His fingers quickly found her clit.

She gasped.

As he moved his fingers on her button, her head dropped back onto his left shoulder. Though she could not see it, her eyes fixed on the ceiling as she rolled her hips back and forth.

Ben kissed her neck as she rode him.

"That feels so good, Gaby," he whispered, barely lifting his lips from her skin.

As she continued moving on top of him, Ben turned his head to the right.

The girl was now no more than 10 feet away from them. Ben could clearly see she had a hand inside the front of her pants. Her eyes were locked on Ben and Gaby. Her mouth hung open, and despite the sweatshirt, Ben watched her chest rise and fall quickly. 

"Oh, my God," Ben said, quietly.

Gaby turned her head. She followed his eyes. Sighting the girl, she stopped moving. She grabbed Ben's hands, trying to pull them away as she attempted to slip off his lap.

He held her tightly.

"Don't stop," he said.

"Ben...," she hissed.

"It's OK," he said. "Keep going."

Still holding Ben's hands, Gaby watched the girl. The girl, for her part, didn't stop. She moved her free hand under her sweatshirt.

"You said she was cute," Ben said.

"She is," Gaby assured him, as she began moving her hips once more.

Ben rubbed Gaby's clit hard and fast as the three watched each other.

It took only another minute before Ben felt tremors running through Gaby's body. He did not slow his movements. He slipped his left hand under her dress and pushed the fabric upward, exposing Gaby's breasts to the nearby voyeur. He squeezed her right nipple as she went over the edge.

Gaby collapsed on Ben's lap, forcing him deep inside her, as her pussy contracted around his cock. Her body shuddered as waves of pleasure washed over her. Ben held her tightly, fearing she would wiggle off him.

He watched the voyeur go stiff for a few moments, then her body convulsed, causing her to lean forward in her seat. She removed her hand from under her sweatshirt and gripped the top of the seat in front of her as she came.

Watching this girl come as Gaby came on top of him nearly drove Ben crazy.

As Gaby's orgasm slowly faded, she pulled his right hand to her mouth. She took the first two fingers between her lips. Running her tongue over the digits, she licked her juices from them.

Ben, his cock still inside Gaby, moaned. He rocked his hips, trying to move himself within her.

"Oh, my poor man," Gaby whispered, "you need to cum, don't you?"

"Yesss," he hissed.

Carefully, Gaby put her feet on the floor and stood, letting Ben slip from her. Given limited space between the rows of seats, his large frame, and his slumped position, she turned awkwardly to face Ben, and once again straddled him.

She leaned over to kiss his mouth as she steered his cock to her sex. She slipped him inside herself, quickly encompassing him completely. As she began moving up and down on him, she put her hands on the sides of his face.

"I love you, Ben," she said.

Before he could reply, she turned his head to the right. The girl seemed to be preparing to come again as they both watched her.

Gaby rode Ben with long, fast strokes; moving upward until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then plunging down, forcing him deep into her. He could feel her thigh muscles flexing against him as she moved.

"You like watching that dirty girl, don't you?" she asked, in a whisper.

He nodded.

The girl was breathing heavily again. She reached to steady herself using the seat in front of her. Although Ben couldn't see her fingers, he imagined them moving very fast now, and she seemed on the precipice of another orgasm.

Ben too was on the brink. He moved his hands to Gaby's waist, and slid them around to the small of her back. Resting them on the top of her butt cheeks, he matched her rhythm, pushing her down as she impaled herself on his cock.

Gaby sensed he was close.

"Hold it, Ben," she said.

"What?" he asked, looking at her.

She turned his head back toward the girl.

"Watch her," Gaby said. "I want you to cum when she does."

"I can't..." he began.

"Don't you cum yet," she said, cutting off his protest.

She turned her head and pressed her cheek against his.

"Look at her, Baby," she whispered. "Watch her rub that little pussy."

Ben felt the pressure growing in his balls – the ache of needing to cum – and he moaned as he fought to control the uncontrollable.

Thankfully, within a few moments, they watched the girl's body begin to shake.

"She's cumming, Ben," Gaby said. "Give it to me."

He needed no further encouragement. He grunted as he went past the point of no return.

Gaby felt his cock swell as he exploded inside her, shooting his cum into the condom she'd made him wear. His body bucked, lifting them both off the seat.

His orgasm brought on yet another for her.

"Oh, Ben! I'm cumming," she cried, as her body reacted to his.

She buried her face in his shoulder to keep from screaming.

Ben's brain was somehow vaguely aware of the sound of screeching tires and gunshots. Had he been capable of rational thought, he'd have thanked the movie's director for the well-timed action scene which drowned out the sounds of three simultaneous orgasms.

As they slowly recovered, Gaby lifted her head. She kissed Ben's lips.

"I don't think I can get off you," she said, seriously.

"I don't want you too," he told her.

They looked over at the girl in the sweatshirt. She was slouched down in her seat.

"Looks like someone else is worn out too," Gaby said.

"I think it's time for a nap," Ben said.

"Oh, you just want to roll over and go to sleep, eh?" Gaby teased.

She slowly turned her body and tumbled into the seat beside him. He struggled to grab the base of the condom as she went.

Gaby glanced at the condom as Ben carefully slipped it off.

"See why I wanted you to wear that?" she asked. "You would've made a huge mess."

As Ben tied a knot near the open end of the prophylactic, Gaby straightened her clothes; twisting her panties back into place and smoothing out her dress.

Ben stood, then crouched to pull up his pants. Gaby stood as well, and he thought she was merely re-dressing. Gaby, however, walked down the row toward the girl in the sweatshirt.

"Gaby..." he whispered after her receding form.

She waved her hand at him, but did not stop.

The girl was also in the process of putting her clothing in order. When she noticed Gaby approaching, she stood up as if to leave.

Ben watched Gaby reach out and put a hand on the girl's shoulder. After a moment – and, Ben guessed, a few words from Gaby – the girl sat again.

Gaby took the seat next to her.

Ben finished buckling his belt, then returned to his seat. He watched the two women as they spoke.

Nearly five minutes passed before Gaby returned to his side. The girl rose, made her way down the steps, and left the theater.

"Come on, we've got a date," Gaby told him.

"A date?" Ben asked.

"Yes," she answered. "We're meeting Denise for a drink."

"Denise?" Ben asked, needlessly. "Uh, OK."

"Let's go, slow poke," she said, walking toward the stairs.

Ben palmed the knotted condom, bent to retrieve the foil wrapper, and then followed Gaby. He dropped the items in a trash can near the doors before walking into the brightly lit hallway.

Gaby, several steps ahead of him, swung her hips seductively as she walked.

"You never cease to amaze me, Baby," he said, to her back.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 06



He smiled, noticing she seemed to be having some difficulty walking straight. After a few more steps, she stopped and waited for him to catch up. She took his hand and leaned against his shoulder as they exited the theater.

Gaby directed him as he drove them in his Jeep.

"So," he asked, after a minute, "what's the story?"

"I asked Denise if she'd like to watch us again," Gaby said, a smile creeping across her face. "I suggested we meet for a drink to discuss it."

"God, I love the way your naughty mind works," Ben said.

A few miles down the road, they came to an Outback Steakhouse. It was now late in the afternoon, but not yet quitting time for the majority of the working world – the lunch rush was long over, and the dinner rush had another hour or so before it picked up – so they had no difficulty finding a place to park. Ben maneuvered the Wrangler Unlimited into a space and they stepped out.

"Think she'll be here?" Ben asked, holding open the restaurant door for Gaby.

"We'll see," she answered. "She seemed a bit shy. I hope she doesn't flake out on us."

"Shy?" Ben said, more than asked. "She had her hands down her pants in a movie theater. How is that shy?"

"It's a funny old world," Gaby said, with a laugh.

Before the hostess greeted them, they looked around the restaurant for Denise. They did not see her, and decided to sit at the bar while they waited.

"Day drinkers?" asked a statuesque female bartender, with a wink.

Ben and Gaby chuckled at the joke. And, both took notice of the bartender.

In truth, she would've been impossible to miss. She was as tall as Ben's 6'3"; towering over Gaby's 5'2". Her wavy, dirty-blonde mane fell past her shoulders, and set off her sparkling blue eyes and red lips. She wore a tight, strapless dress which matched her lips, and prominently displayed her B-cup breasts.

"Hi, I'm Gina," she said, as they seated themselves on adjacent stools. "What can I get for you?"

Gaby introduced herself and Ben.

Ben, for his part, was rendered speechless for several moments. Gaby finally slapped his shoulder, and he requested a Coca Cola; Gaby a Sprite.

They both watched her ass as she walked away to get their drinks. They glanced at each other and smiled, each knowing the other's thoughts.

"How high are those heels?" Gaby asked, when Gina returned.

"These?" Gina asked. "These are four inches."

"So, you're what, six feet tall without them?" Ben asked, suddenly feeling slightly more manly.

"5'11"," she told him.

"Wow," Ben whispered.

"I've found the higher the heel, the higher the tips," Gina said, with a smile and another wink.

"I'll bet that dress helps too," Gaby offered.

"It doesn't hurt," Gina laughed.

All three felt the immediate and growing attraction amongst them.

"Are you two staying for dinner?" Gina asked.

"We're waiting for a friend," Ben said.

"Hmmm, too bad," Gina said, smiling at them both.

They chatted for a few more minutes before Denise walked in. She sighted the two of them, and walked over to the bar. She sat down on the stool next to Gaby.

Gaby introduced Ben to Denise. Up close, he saw her soft brown eyes and pale white skin.

"I feel like we already know each other a little bit," Ben joked as he reached out to shake her hand.

She gave him a modest smile.

Denise ordered a glass of Malbec, and Gina asked her for ID.

"Are you old enough to drink?" Ben asked, with mock concern.

"I'm 26," Denise assured him, as she produced her driver's license.

Satisfied with proof of Denise's age, Gina got her drink. She then gave the three some privacy.

"I'm glad you came," Gaby said.

"Actually, I came twice," Denise told her with a straight face.

Gaby laughed loudly.

"I like this one," she said, when she stopped laughing. "She's our kind of people."

"What kind of people is that?" Denise asked.

"I don't know," Gaby said. "Uninhibited, I guess."

"Fun," Ben chimed in.

"We're not perverts," Gaby said.

"Oh, we definitely are perverts," Ben said, with a laugh.

Gaby looked at him for a moment, then smiled.

"OK, I guess we are," she conceded. "But, we're not the dangerous kind. We're just kinky. We like to have fun and try new things. And, we like to find cool people to play with."

A smile crept across Denise's face.

"Do you often jerk off in movie theaters," Ben asked Denise, quietly.

She barely heard the question over the background music of the restaurant.

"I've done it a few times," she answered. "But, I've never seen anything like you two in a regular movie theater."

"Regular?" Gaby asked. "Have you done it in adult theaters, too?"

"Yes," she said.

"Oh, my God," Gaby whispered.

"What else did you do there?" Ben asked.

"Nothing too crazy," Denise told him. "I usually just rub off while watching the guys jerk themselves. If I'm really turned on, I'll let one or two of them cum on my chest."

Ben and Gaby were speechless.

"I have to be careful though," Denise continued. "Sometimes, they'll try to make me stroke them or suck them."

"You don't want to do that?" Ben asked, then felt a bit sheepish for the tone of the question. "I meant, that's not something you want to do?"

"Not with complete strangers," she answered.

"Good thinking," Gaby said.

"So, what about you two; do you fuck in movie theaters a lot?" Denise asked.

Ben laughed. Denise seemed to grow more confident by the minute.

"Neither of us had ever done it," Gaby told her, smiling. "We figured we'd cross it off our list."

"Nice," Denise said, simply.

The three fell silent for a few moments. Gaby looked at Ben. He nodded his head no more than half an inch, giving her a signal.

"Would you like to watch us again?" Gaby asked, looking at Denise. "I'm sure Ben would like it, and I know I would."

Denise remained silent as she considered the proposal.

"What do I have to do?" she asked, finally.

"Nothing you don't want to," Gaby assured her. "And, anything you do want to."

"If you just want to watch, fine," Ben added. "If you want to join, that's cool too."

"Where would we do it?" Denise asked.

"Our place," Gaby said. "If that's OK."

Again, Denise thought.

"Sounds good to me," she said. "Do you wanna go now?"

"Well, we can finish our drinks first," Gaby said, smiling.

Ben took a business card from his pocket and placed it face down on the bar. He proceeded to write on the back of it.

"Grocery list?" Denise inquired.

"Ben is always jotting down bits and pieces; phrases and clauses," Gaby said. "Someday he's going to write The Great American Novel."

"Or, The Mediocre Tri-State Novel," Ben said, with a bitter laugh.

They finished their drinks quickly after that, and prepared to leave.

"Do you want to ride with me, Gaby?" Denise asked.

"Sure," Gaby answered, looking at Ben, "that way we don't have to worry about losing you."

"Good idea," Ben said.

It was Gaby's turn to give Ben a small nod.

"You ladies go on ahead," Ben said. "I'll pay for the drinks."

Gaby slipped off her stool, then stood on her tip-toes to kiss Ben's cheek.

"I'll see you at home, Babe," Ben said.

Gina came over as the two women walked away from the bar.

"Lucky girl," she said, watching them go.

Ben handed her a folded twenty dollar bill.

"It was very nice to meet you, Gina," he said. "I hope Gaby and I will see a lot more of you."

Gina let her fingers brush Ben's for a long moment as she took the bill from him.

"So do I," she said, smiling.

As Ben walked away, Gina unfolded the bill to discover another twenty inside the first, and Ben's business card inside that. She read what Ben had written on the card: Call anytime!

She smiled again as she slid the business card and the extra twenty inside the top of her dress.

Gaby and Denise were just leaving the parking lot as Ben exited the restaurant. He quickly caught up and followed them back to the apartment he and Gaby shared.

As they entered the apartment, Gaby excused herself to go freshen up. Ben led Denise to the living room. He offered her a drink, which she refused. She stood close to Ben as he gave her a quick tour of the room.

When Gaby re-joined them, Ben left to visit the bathroom – he'd needed to urinate for an hour. That done, he used Baby Wipes to clean the traces of semen and spermicide left by the condom he'd worn earlier.

He walked out the bathroom door and heard voices in the bedroom. He turned in that direction.

Entering the room, he found Gaby showing Denise the limited view outside the window. Both women were leaning over, with their heads out the window, giving him a perfect view of their asses. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

"So, is there anything in particular you'd like to see us do?" Ben asked, when the two pulled their heads inside.

"Not really," Denise said. "I just like to see what people do."

Gaby moved to the bed and stood in front of Ben. He reached out to run his hands up her legs. Her sundress bunched up on his forearms as he went. When his hands reached her waist, Gaby took hold of the fabric and pulled it up over her head. It slipped off her body and she let it drop to the floor.

Now wearing nothing but her panties, the choker, and ankle boots, she turned to face Denise. Ben leaned toward her and kissed the warm skin of her back. He let his tongue trail up her spine, and she shivered at the touch.

Ben hooked his fingers inside the waistband of Gaby's underwear. He slowly pulled them downward. When they reached her knees, he let them fall to her ankles, then returned his hands to Gaby's waist to steady her as she stepped out of them.

"Would you like to sit on the bed, Denise?" he asked, tilting his head to look around Gaby's body.

Denise moved to the bed, taking a seat on the edge to Ben's left.

"You have a beautiful body, Gaby," she said.

"Would you like to touch me?" Gaby asked, stepping toward her as she turned.

Tentatively, the younger woman reached up to cup Gaby's perky 32B breasts. As she did, Ben toed off his shoes. He stood up, unbuckled his belt, and opened his pants. He pushed them and his underwear down, and kicked them off.

Denise let her fingers dance over the taut skin of Gaby's stomach.

Ben pulled off his socks, then slipped his t-shirt over his head, and tossed it toward the nearest chair. He didn't see it miss its mark.

"May we see your body?" Gaby asked Denise.

Denise kicked off her shoes, then stood up, and quickly removed her jeans. The sweatshirt hung down to her thighs.

"That's all for now," she said, sitting down again.

Ben sat beside her and pulled Gaby to him, spinning her so her butt landed in his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, running his hands over her skin as Denise had been doing moments before.

Gaby wiggled her ass against his stiffening cock.

Ben let his right hand fall between her legs. His fingers quickly found her clit.

Gaby gasped as he touched her.

Denise pulled her legs up on the bed. She turned to sit Indian style while leaning back against the headboard. Ben could see her pink underwear beneath the folds of the sweatshirt.

He watched as she dragged her fingers up the skin of her inner thighs.

Gaby slipped from Ben's grasp and stood.

"Stand up, Ben," she ordered, moving to the head of the bed.

As Ben complied, she opened the drawer in the nightstand. She extracted her silver bullet vibrator and a small bottle of lubricant.

"I want to watch you stroke that big, beautiful cock," Gaby said.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, in front of Ben.

"What about you Denise?" she asked.

"Yes," Denise answered, her eyes fixed on Ben's semi-erect penis. "I'd like that."

Ben took himself in his right hand. He began running his fingers along the shaft in long, slow strokes. He hardened quickly.

"That's it, Baby," Gaby whispered, "nice and slow."

Taking her eyes off Ben, Gaby opened the bottle of lube. She tilted it, squeezed, and let a few drops of the gooey liquid fall onto her clit. It slowly oozed down her already wet lips.

After flipping the top closed, she dropped the bottle to the bed, and rotated the base of the vibrator; turning it on at its lowest setting.

She again looked at Ben as she slipped the vibe between her legs. Her body shuddered when it touched her clit.

Ben stepped closer to the bed, placing himself between Gaby's spread legs. Fully erect now, he enjoyed his view of Gaby and Denise.

Gaby placed the vibe on the bed – adjusting it so the tip remained in contact with her lips – and retrieved the bottle of lube. She squeezed a dozen drops into the palm of her right hand.

She rubbed her hands together a few times, and then reached out to grab Ben's cock.

"Let me help," she said.

Ben relinquished himself to her. Gaby slid her slick hands up and down Ben's shaft, spreading the lubricant along his hardness.

He looked down at Denise. She now had her right hand inside her panties, and the left up under her sweatshirt. He watched the fabric of her underwear undulate as she pleasured herself.

Her eyes were locked on Ben's cock, and she licked her lips as Gaby stroked it.

"Can I touch it?" Denise asked.

"Of course," Gaby answered.

Denise leaned forward to rest on her knees. She reached out with her left hand and wrapped her fingers around Ben's shaft.

"Oh, my God," Denise cooed, "it's so hard."

She looked at Ben's face as she began gently stroking him.

Gaby moved her right hand to Ben's scrotum and massaged his balls.

He moaned softly.

"You like that pretty young thing jerking your cock, don't you?" Gaby asked him.

Ben nodded as Denise tightened her grip on him.

Gaby lowered her head and kissed his stomach. She moved upward slowly until she reached his left nipple. She flicked her tongue across it, then took it between her lips.

Ben's body stiffened as she sucked hard on his nipple. He moved his left hand to the back of her head and held her there.

"Yes, Baby," he hissed.

Ben moved his right hand to Denise's back. He could feel the warmth of her through the sweatshirt she still wore.

He gingerly pulled at the material, inching it up Denise's back. As she continued stroking him, he trailed his finger along her spine, from the small of her back, to between her shoulder blades.

Gaby's hand soon joined his in tracing over Denise's skin.

"So nice and soft," Gaby said, turning her mouth from Ben's nipple.

Denise smiled at Gaby. She released Ben's cock and pulled off her sweatshirt. She straightened her body, then turned to sit down next to Gaby on the edge of the bed.

"I want you to cum, Ben," Denise said, as he again began stroking himself with his right hand.

Gaby reached down with her right hand and pushed the vibrator inside herself. She let out a long moan.

"Where do you want it?" Ben asked.

Denise slipped her hands behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it fall to the floor at their feet, exposing her 32B breasts – the same size as Gaby. Her nipples were erect, and Ben wanted to reach out to touch them.

"I want you to shoot it all over us," Denise said, looking at Gaby's breasts.

"I like the way you think," Gaby said, admiring Denise in return.

Ben moved his hand along his shaft, letting his fingers slip over the tip at the end of each stroke.

"Faster, Ben," Gaby said, looking up at him.

Denise let her hands fall between her legs. She put her right hand inside her panties and rubbed herself. Ben watched her fingers move under the fabric and tried to match her speed.

"Come on, Baby," Gaby whispered, "give it to us."

Denise began moaning. Ben and Gaby looked at her. They watched her body begin to tremble.

"Yes," Ben said, loudly, "cum for us."

Gaby put her left hand on Denise's back, helping to steady her, as she felt a growing tingle between her own legs.

"Ben..., she said, quietly.

He recognized the tone in her voice. Ben moved his hand faster, focusing now only on the shaft; roughly manipulating the skin between the head and his balls.

He shifted a half step closer to the two women – his legs now rested against the edge of the bed.

Together, the three of them rapidly approached their individual orgasms.

Gaby arrived first. She took her hand from Denise's back and began rubbing her clit. She slid her vibrator deep inside herself as she gasped for breath.

She cried out, and leaned against Denise as her body shook.

"Oh, God; yes," Denise hissed, as she too went over the edge.

The sight of the two women cumming was more than Ben could endure. The ache in his balls grew swiftly – he needed to cum!

"Baby," he called out to Gaby, "here I cum."

He couldn't tell if the women – convulsing against each other as orgasms ripped through their bodies – heard him, but it didn't matter now. It was too late for him to stop.

"I'm cumming," he grunted, as he exploded.

His hips bucked and he fired a long stream of cum onto Gaby's chest. He managed to turn slightly so his second surge showered down on Denise's stomach, hands, and upper legs.

"Fuuuck," he hissed, as he leaned over, nearly collapsing against the women.

He fired again, hitting Denise's chest this time. She reached out to grab his cock with her right hand. Her body still reeling in pleasure, she struggled to jerk him – his convulsions and slick skin did not help her efforts.

"More," Denise demanded. "Give me more!"

Ben had no conscious say in the matter, though his body complied. More of his cum shot through the space between them and coated Denise's forearm.

Gaby leaned forward and took the tip of Ben's cock in her mouth.

Ben cried out as her warm, wet mouth surrounded his now hyper-sensitive head. He shuddered, and fought to remain standing while Gaby's mouth and Denise's hand milked him dry.

"Come here, Baby," Gaby said, removing her mouth from his wilting manhood.

She moved to her right as he, knees weak, lowered himself to the bed. He exhaled a long breath and, with great effort, rolled onto his back.

The two women let themselves fall back onto the bed beside Ben – Gaby on his right, Denise on his left. Six legs hung over the edge of the bed, though only Ben's reached the floor.

The three remained silent – save their heavy breathing, and an occasional sigh of pleasure – for several minutes.

As their respiration slowed, Gaby rolled over to lean against Ben. She kissed his shoulder, and ran her fingers through the hair on his chest.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Mmmm, hmmm," he murmured, lazily.

"Do you need a towel?" she asked.

His brain needed several moments to process the question.

"I think Denise needs one more than I do," he said, finally.

Denise lifted her head. She looked at Gaby across Ben's body.

"A big towel," she said, with a laugh.

"I'll get one," Gaby said.

She tried to push herself up and stand, but collapsed back into Ben.

"In a minute or two," she amended. "Five times really wore me out."

A minute or two turned into 10 minutes as the exhausted trio chatted. Eventually, however, they rose, cleaned themselves, and re-dressed.

"We should do this again," Gaby offered.

Denise agreed, and they exchanged phone numbers with the understanding that any of the three could call whenever the mood to watch and be watched struck; especially, Denise insisted, when Ben and Gaby planned to play in a public place.

"We'll be going to the movies a lot more often from now on," Ben assured them both.

"Maybe we could meet in an adult theater some time," Denise suggested.

"That might be very hot," Gaby said. "Or, at a swingers club."

"I've never been to one," Denise told them.

"We haven't either," Gaby said. "But, maybe I'll look into some local clubs, if you're interested."

"I'll try anything once," Denise said, with a smile.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 06



Ben and Gabrielle walked Denise to her car. She hugged them both before getting in.

"Thanks for a great show," she said. 



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 07a



Gabrielle made her way down two flights of stairs, to the laundry room located in the basement of their apartment building. It was her week to do the laundry. She hated doing laundry. But, she grudgingly accepted that not every piece of clothing she owned could be sent to the dry cleaners.

Ben's stuff could be washed in a river and beaten on a rock for all he cared, she thought.

At least the basket she carried wasn't heavy – she'd separated the loads into different baskets in the apartment.

She wore a pair of tight denim shorts, a red half-shirt – which exposed the dark-olive skin of her taut belly – and flip-flops. Though she was teaching a class during the summer semester, she had the day off, and felt no need to dress up in order to do laundry. It was a Tuesday, and most of the building's tenants would be at work, she reasoned.

She reached the basement and found the laundry room silent.

Good, she thought, no one is using either of the washing machines.

Her outlook brightened slightly when she realized she'd be able to complete this chore in half the time she'd anticipated.

As she started the second washer, she heard something scuff the floor behind her. She turned toward the archway leading to the storage areas for the building – she hadn't consciously noticed the lights were on in the storage area when she entered the laundry room. She saw a young man looking at her. He stood about 6'1" and possessed a lean, athletic build. His curly, dark blond hair was short, and his blue eyes seemed to be tracing up and down her body.

"Shit," she nearly screamed. "Who are you?"

The man was startled at her reaction.

"I...I'm Dylan," he stammered.

"What are you doing down here?" she asked, anxiously peeking toward the door to the stairs.

"I was cleaning up in my grandmother's storage area," he said. "I didn't mean to scare you. I heard someone in here and I just came out to see who it is."

"Your grandmother," Gaby said, fighting to keep her voice even.

"Yes," he said. "I'm Dylan Moynahan. We met the other night. Sort of. You're Gabrielle, right?"

"We did?" she asked.

"You did seem to be busy," he said. "Your husband was carrying you into your apartment."

"Oh," she said, slowly. "I remember her introducing you, but I didn't really get a good look at you."

"Yep," he said, "it's me."

"OK, well, I'll be in and out doing laundry," she said, her heart still pounding. "So, if you hear something, it's probably me."

His eyes were still surveying the landscape of her figure.

"I'm done," he said, looking up to meet her eyes. "I just have to lock up."

"Alright," she said, moving toward the stairs, "I guess I'll see you around."

"Yeah, probably," he said, staring at the Spanish-style cross tattooed just above the crack of her ass as she walked away.

Gaby got back to the apartment and sat down on the couch. She watched TV for a few minutes, then decided to text her friend, Whitney. She reached for her cell phone and realized she'd left it on the dryer – being surprised by Dylan had made her forget it. Unenthusiastically, she stood up and went to retrieve it.

She entered the laundry room and grabbed her phone. As she turned to leave, she noticed the lights still on in the storage area.

Dylan probably forgot to turn them off, she thought.

She leaned around the archway and reached for the light switch. She heard...something. She was about to call out to Dylan, thinking he was still working, but decided against it.

As she walked toward the wooden stockades set up to allow each apartment an individual storage area, the noise got louder. She came to Mrs. Moynahan's area. The door was open about two feet and she peeked inside.

She saw Dylan leaning back against a sheet-covered dresser, his eyes closed. His khaki shorts were pushed down, almost to his knees. His right hand was wrapped around his cock, and he was stroking himself rapidly.

She opened her mouth to say something, but, once again, stopped herself. She watched his hand move up and down the shaft quickly. It was a nice cock, she had to admit, not as long or as thick as Ben's, but enough to satisfy; almost six inches she estimated, and a little more than an inch across.

She caught herself licking her lips as she watched him.

Gaby felt a wave of excitement roll over her body; a raw stimulation at seeing a young man pleasure himself. She felt naughty, seeing something so personal, and usually so private. She'd watched Ben jerk off, of course – occasionally, she liked to tease him, and watch him shoot his cum; usually it ended up on her breasts. But, now she felt a weird electricity knowing – or perhaps just hoping – a stranger was thinking about her as he pleasured himself.

Gaby placed her hands on the wooden door as she watched. Dylan's hand moved faster – the fingers seemed almost a blur – his left hand clawed at the sheet beneath his ass.

It took only a few more moments before she saw the muscles in his thighs stiffen. He drew in a deep breath and held it as his body began to quiver. His face twisted into a grimace and his hips bucked violently against the dresser.

A long stream of cum spewed from his cock. It flew several feet through the air and splattered on the concrete floor inside the stockade. Dylan grunted as he fired again.

Gaby felt a tingle between her legs. Almost involuntarily, her right hand moved there, as she watched.

Dylan finished cumming quickly. He exhaled a long breath and opened his eyes. He saw Gaby peeking around the door.

"Fuck," he said, loudly.

Gaby jumped. From the shoulders down, her body was hidden from Dylan's view by the door. She was thankful he couldn't see where her hand was...or what she'd begun to do with it.

"Oh, Jeez; I'm sorry, Dylan," she said.

"Fuck," he repeated, his pants still lowered and his softening cock hanging down.

She took a step around the door, and held out her hands as if to show it was OK.

"Please, don't tell my grandmother," he pleaded, as a look of panic spread across his face.

"It's OK, Dylan," Gaby said, quietly. "I won't tell her."

He fumbled with his pants, trying to close them. He wiped his cum-covered right hand on his shorts.

"Shit. Shit. Shit," he hissed, as he turned away from Gaby.

"Dylan," she ordered, "look at me."

He didn't move.

"Dylan, please look at me," she said, taking two steps into the stockade.

She moved up beside him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, his face turning red.

"It's OK," she assured him. "It's natural."

He was nervous, and his breath began coming in ragged gasps.

"Calm down, Honey," Gaby said. "Lean against the dresser again."

He did so. She moved to stand beside him, careful not to step in the cum dotting the floor.

"Just breathe," she said, touching his shoulder.

She remained silent for a minute, allowing him to regain some semblance of composure.

"How old are you Dylan?" she asked, when his breathing slowed.

"18," he said.

"Where do you go to school?" she asked.

"I start at City University next month," he answered.

"Hey, I teach at CU," she said.

"I'm hoping to transfer to Harvard next year," he told her.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said, quietly.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.

"No," he said.

"A boyfriend?" she added.

He let out a short laugh.

"No, no boyfriend," he said.

"Have you ever had one?" Gaby asked.

"Not really," he said, "but I have had sex...with girls."

"Oh," she said, inquisitively.

"I've hooked up with girls at parties," he offered.

"Parties?" Gaby exclaimed. "Mrs. Moynahan's grandson goes to parties?"

He laughed.

"I'm not my grandmother," he said.

"I bet she disapproves," Gaby said.

"She does," he agreed. "That's why I'm stuck here for the summer. She thinks it will be good for me."

"I can only imagine what she think about Ben and I," Gaby laughed.

"She claims you're drug addicts, heathens, and God-less fornicators living in sin," Dylan told her.

"We do not do drugs," Gaby objected.

Dylan chuckled and she smiled up at him.

"Well, I guess I better get going," she said.

She took a step toward the door, stopped, and looked at him.

"The next time you need to...relieve yourself," she suggested, "you might want to do it someplace a little more private."

He looked down at the floor.

"Are you gonna tell your husband?" he asked.

"Ben is my fiancé," she told him. "And, I haven't decided yet."

"Please don't," Dylan whispered.

"You got pretty good range," she said.

"What?" he asked, looking up, unsure he'd properly heard what she'd just said.

"You shot a long way," she said, pointing to the floor.

He nodded, wordlessly.

"Can I ask you a question?" she asked.

"Yes," he said.

"And, you'll tell me the truth?" she asked.

Again, he responded in the affirmative.

"Who were you thinking about when you jerked off?" she asked.

He grew red and looked away from her.

"Tell me," Gaby said.

"You," he said, just above a whisper.

The tingle returned between Gaby's legs.

"Just me in general, or was there something specific?" she asked.

He looked at her.

"I was thinking about you bending over the washing machine," he said, "like when I saw you earlier."

"I see," she said.

"And, your hair," he said.

"My hair?" she questioned. "What about it?"

"It's tuff," he said.

"Tuff," she repeated. "That's a word from my generation. Where'd you learn it?"

She reached up to touch the side of her head, and ran her fingers through the short hair of her pixie cut.

"I don't know, it just fits," he said, with a grin.

She watched his eyes lower to look at her perky 32B breasts. She looked down. Her nipples were hard. They poked against the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

She noticed a bulge growing in the front of Dylan's shorts.

"Already?" she asked, covering her chest with her arms. "You little horn dog."

"I can't help it," he said. "You're so hot."

"Aren't you a smoothie," she said to the air.

He shrugged his shoulders.

"When you hooked up at these parties, did you wear a condom every time?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered. "Unless it was just a blowjob."

"Where did the girls let you cum?" she asked.

"Usually in their mouth," he said, "but, sometimes on their ti...breasts."

"Did you ever...you know...return the favor?" she inquired.

"No, not at the parties," he said.

"Hmmm," she said.

"But, I have gone down on women a few times," he added.

She smiled at him as she turned over an idea in her head.

"Have you ever had a threesome at one of your wild parties?" she asked.

"Not exactly," he said.

"What does that mean?"

"A girl blew a friend and I at the same time," he said.

"Did you like that?" she asked.

"I liked that I got blown," he said, with a laugh.

"Did you watch while she sucked your friend?" Gaby asked.

"Yes," he said. "It was kind of like watching porn."

She glanced at the front of his shorts.

"It looks like you're ready to go again," she observed.

"Do you want to watch all the way through this time?" he asked.

The question caught her off guard, and the tingle between her legs became stronger. It took a few moments for her to answer.

"Wow, what happened to the shy kid who was here a minute ago?" she asked.

"I'm not really shy," he said. "I was just embarrassed that you caught me. And, worried that you'd tell my grandmother."

She had never cheated on Ben – never even been tempted, really – and she knew she wasn't going to start now. Her mind did, however, drift to thoughts of the agreement she'd made with Ben years before.

Not long after they'd become serious – a thought which made her laugh; it seemed they were serious from the moment they met – they made a bargain with each other: either of them could bring a third person into their bed, as long as it was discussed and consented to beforehand. This, they both recognized, was not cheating.

"Ah," she said. "Well, I should probably leave you to your business then."

She could see the disappointment on his face.

"Sorry, Sweetie," she said, as she walked toward the door.

She stopped and looked back at him over her shoulder. He looked at her face, then down at her ass as she wiggled it slowly back and forth several times.

"Have fun," she said, with a giggle.

She closed the stockade door and ran upstairs.

"How's the laundry going?" Ben teased from his office, when he heard the front door slam closed.

"Oh, it's coming along nicely," she called out, making a pun he – being ignorant of recent events in the basement – missed.

Gaby kicked off her flip-flops and walked briskly into Ben's office. As she approached his desk, she pulled her shirt up over her head, and dropped it to the floor.

"Hey, Baby," he said, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

She didn't answer. She pushed her bare upper body against his shoulder, causing his chair to roll away from the polished, dark cherry wood. Ben swiveled toward her as it rolled.

"What are...," he began.

Before he could finish, Gaby climbed into his lap and mashed her mouth against his. She forced her tongue into his mouth and tore at his t-shirt with her fingers.

Needing no more encouragement, Ben kissed her back. He slid his hands up her back and held her to him.

"I want you to fuck me, Ben," she said, finally breaking their kiss.

"What the hell is..." he tried to ask.

Gaby put her hand over his mouth as she stood up.

"I didn't tell you to talk, I told you to fuck," she said, a possessed look on her face.

Ben stood quickly, reached out with his right hand, and grabbed her neck. He lifted her until her until she stood on her tip-toes. She reached up to grab at his arm.

He moved his face within an inch of hers as he held her.

"Is this what you want?" he whispered, as he squeezed.

Her eyes answered him. They rolled back in her head as her body began to shake.

"Oh, God," she managed to whisper.

Ben put his left hand on her right shoulder and pushed her backward until her ass hit the edge of his desk. He continued pushing, leaning her until her shoulders touched the front of the hutch.

He stood between her legs as her body convulsed and her nails dug into his arm.

"You just came, didn't you?" Ben said more than asked.

She nodded a fraction of an inch against his grip as she gasped for breath.

He moved his left hand to her head and pulled her hair, tilting her head back. Then, he released her neck and moved his right hand down between her legs. He could feel the damp heat of her sex.

"You're soaking wet, aren't you?" he asked.

He got another small nod.

"Please," she whispered.

He tore at the buttons on the front of her shorts. After three popped open, he slid his hand inside the top of her pants. His fingers found her wetness and she gasped as her body again began to shake.

Despite Ben's hand in her pants, Gaby's knees came up and she tried to cross her legs as she came for the second time.

Once more she cried out for a diety as she writhed on the desk.

Ben released her hair and removed his hand from her shorts. He hooked his fingers in two of her belt loops and pulled roughly. Still cumming, she struggled to lift her ass and allow the pants to slide down her legs.

Beneath her shorts, Gaby wore a purple, satin thong. Ben removed it quickly. He grabbed Gaby's arms and pulled her hands to her stomach. As she watched, he tied the underwear tightly around her wrists. Her hands bound, Ben lowered himself to his knees and pushed his face between Gaby's legs. He lifted her legs and rested them on his shoulders.

"Oh, Dios mío," Gaby cried, as Ben pushed his tongue against her clit.

She put her hands on Ben's head and pulled him into her. Her juices intoxicated him.

"Sí, hacer que me corra," Gaby moaned.

Ben didn't understand much Spanish – just a few words and phrases Gaby had taught him – but long ago he'd learned that when Gaby slipped into her native language, she was extremely turned on, and the coming orgasm would be explosive.

He trailed his tongue up and down her wet lips, feeling her body react to him. Using the fingers of his right hand, he spread her open and tried to push his tongue inside her.

Her body stiffened, nearly pushing the heavy hutch off the desk.

Ben slipped his tongue in and out a dozen times before lifting his head.

"You taste so good, Baby," he said, looking into her eyes.

He reached up and turned her so she could lie back flat on the desk, rather than lean against the hutch.

Again, Ben lowered his head, this time pushing his tongue against Gaby's clit as he slipped his forefinger inside her. He quickly added a second finger.

Gaby ran her fingers through Ben's short hair as she tried to pull his face into her. It took only another minute of Ben plunging his fingers into her and flicking his tongue against her clit for her to cum again.

"Sí, me corro," she cried out to Ben as her back arched.

Her legs wrapped around his head and shoulders as her body convulsed. Ben didn't lessen the intensity of his attack on her sex.

Keeping his fingers inside her, he slowly raised himself. He trailed his tongue over her warm skin as he moved upward. Reaching her mouth, he kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on him. As they kissed, he began rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her body jumped as he touched her.

He broke the kiss and looked into her brown eyes.

"Por favor," she said, a pleading look on her face. "Por favor, dámela."

Ben carefully removed his fingers from Gaby. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her off the desk and turned her to face away from him.

He laughed when he saw her back.

"What?" Gaby asked, turning her head.

"It looks like you want to help me with my work," he said.

Reaching up, he removed a piece of paper stuck to the sweaty skin of her back.

Gaby watched as he dropped the damp page to the floor, then she bent over his desk. She spread her feet so her hipbones rested just on the edge of the wood. He looked down at her beautiful ass, and admired her tattoo, as she looked back at him over her right shoulder.

"Come on, Ben; fuck me," she hissed.

Ben pushed down the sweatpants and boxer briefs he wore. He moved up behind her and slid the head of his stiff cock along her wet lips. He stroked himself as his tip brushed against her.

"Don't fucking tease me," Gaby demanded.

He used his right hand to guide himself into her, letting just the tip penetrate her. She moaned as he entered her.

"More," she demanded.

Without waiting for him to comply, she rocked backward an inch, forcing more of his hardness into her.

"That's it," she whispered. "Harder!"

He pushed farther into her, getting his cock wet with her juices, and letting her adjust to him.

"Ram that fucking cock in me, Ben," she almost screamed at him.

As he thrust toward her again, she braced herself against the desk, and shoved herself back onto him. His entire length slid inside her in one movement.

She slammed her fists against his desk, then opened her hands to claw at the wood.

"Siiií," she cried out. "Me jodas!"

"Fuuuck," Ben said, at the same time, through clenched teeth.

Any self-control he might have had melted. He grabbed her hips – his fingers digging into her flesh. He moved his hips back two inches, then drove himself forward violently – pulling her back toward him as he did so. Again, she tried to push herself against him.

Despite her movement toward him, his powerful thrust drove Gaby into the desk. Her petite, 5'2" body was no match for his heavy, 6'3" frame. Her hips and the front of her thighs hit the desk hard, as he buried himself inside her.

He didn't wait for her to react. He pulled back a few inches and rammed himself into her again. His hips collided with the cheeks of her ass, once more pushing her against the desk.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 07a



"Is that what you want?" he demanded, as he slammed into her yet again.

"Sí, dame más," she grunted.

Her wrists still bound, she gripped the edge of the desk as he continued to pound himself into her.

Gaby could feel her hips and legs hitting the desk, and some small portion of her brain knew she'd have bruises the next day, but she didn't care. The pleasure she was receiving from Ben far outweighed the pain. She could feel her juices running down her inner thighs, and a throb in her vagina growing like a wildfire as she neared orgasm.

"Yeah, you want me to fuck you hard?" he cried again.

She could not respond with words. A continuous low moan escaped her as he plunged himself into her over and over.

Ben held her tightly. As he thrust forward, he pulled Gaby back against him. It required only a few more thrusts before Gaby felt the wave hit her. Her pussy clenched around Ben's cock.

She let loose a string of words Ben couldn't quite make out – and could never hope to understand – as she came. Her body convulsed on top of the desk. Involuntarily, she twisted, as if her body was trying to escape Ben's grasp, but he held her firmly, and continued moving into her.

"Yes," Ben said, loudly, "fucking cum for me! Cum all over my fucking cock!"

Gaby began gasping, struggling to catch her breath, as her body shook.

Ben did not wait for her orgasm to pass. He put a hand on her right shoulder. His fingers dug into her damp, red-hot skin, and he continued pulling her back onto him as he pistoned himself in and out of her.

Sweat ran down his forehead as well, but he did not stop to wipe it away. In truth, he wasn't even conscious of it. The entire world and everything in it had been reduced to feeling Gaby enveloping his cock and writhing under his hands.

More unintelligible words spilled from Gaby's mouth as another orgasm ripped through her body before the last had died away.

Ben struggled to push himself into Gaby as her cunt squeezed him. He grunted loudly as he buried the length of his shaft inside her; his balls slapped against her clit and inner thighs.

Gaby whimpered as her body quivered. The sound pushed Ben over the edge.

He felt an incredible, irresistable ache in the pit of his stomach and his balls.

"Here I cum, Baby," he gasped. "Here I cummm..."

He thrust himself deep inside Gaby, pinning her between his thighs and the desk, as he came. His body shuddered against hers.

"Sí, dámela," she yelled.

Unable to remain standing, Ben leaned over her back as he shot stream after stream of his cum into her.

They stayed there for several minutes, Ben on top of Gaby, as their breathing slowly returned to normal. He kissed her right shoulder blade.

"I don't think you've ever cum that fast before," Gaby said, finally.

"Fast?" Ben questioned, removing his lips from her skin.

"No, I don't mean..." Gaby started. "It wasn't too fast."

Ben trailed his tongue along her spine for a few moments.

"Then I take it you were satisfied with the service?" he asked.

"Oh, very much so," she giggled. "I lost count of how many times I came."

Ben smiled to himself, and silently thanked whatever almighty being may or may not exist for the miracle that is a multi-orgasmic woman.

"But," Gaby continued, "I want more."

"Well, there's a surprise," Ben said, teasing her.

She struggled to wiggle her ass against his hips.

"You'll have to wait a few minutes, my love," Ben said, "I'm not 18 anymore."

"No, you're not," she said, letting out a long sigh.

"Hey," he said, feigning insult.

He turned his head to the left and surveyed the top of his desk. Finding what he wanted, he reached out to pick up a pen.

She felt him moving.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"That piece of paper stuck to your back gave me an idea," he told her.

"Other than fucking me again?" she asked.

Lifting his body off her a few inches, he used his thumb to carefully flick off the cap of the pen.

"OK, what is this idea of yours?" she asked.

He lightly pressed the ballpoint of the pen against the skin of her left shoulder blade.

"What are you doing?" she said, loudly; turning her head in an attempt to look over that shoulder.

He placed his right hand firmly in the middle of her back.

"Don't move," he said.

Gaby quickly realized she had no choice. He had her pinned between his body and the desk, his strong hand held her down, and her wrists were still bound by the panties.

She felt the pen moving on her skin.

"If I get ink poisoning, I'm going to kill you," she said.

"Shhh," he said.

A moment later, he dropped the pen and stood up.

"Well?" she asked, pushing herself up on her hands. "What does it say?"

"Kilroy was here," he said.

"It does not," she objected.

"It says, 'For a good time call...'" he laughed.

She stood up and turned to glare at him.

"It says, 'I would write my poems on your body, with words that linger like kisses on skin'," he said.

Her mouth fell open.

"Really?" she asked after a moment.

He pulled her to him and hugged her tightly.

"Yes," he said, quietly.

She pushed herself back and looked into his eyes.

"Tell me you love me," she whispered.

"You know I do, Baby," he said, with a grin.

She stuck out her bottom lip in a mock pout.

His sweatpants and underwear around his ankles, Ben carefully maneuvered himself back into his chair, pulling Gaby down on his lap. She squirmed against him and turned sideways.

"Are you going to untie me now?" she asked, holding up her hands.

"I don't know," he said, flatly.

"Please," she cooed, lowering her head and raising her eyes – trying to seduce him into freeing her.

"Are you going to tell me what all this was about?" he asked.

"All what?" she asked, innocently.

He looked at her, but said nothing.

She remained silent for a few moments.

"Well, you remember our agreement, right?" she asked, coyly.

"Of course," he answered with a cautious tone.

"I want to have a threesome with you and another guy," she said, quietly.

He thought for a moment.

"Anyone in particular?" he asked, finally. "Please tell me it's not your hairdresser."

"Dylan Moynahan," she said.

"Tu es muy loca," he cried out, using his limited, and poorly pronounced, Spanish.

"Why?" she asked.

"Oh, I don't know," he said, "maybe because you want to fuck the grandson of our crazy, uber-religious, ultra-nosey neighbor."

"Ummm, yeah, there is that," she admitted.

"Where did this come from?" he asked.

She told him what transpired in the basement barely 45 minutes before.

"Look, I'm not objecting to the whole threesome with another guy proposal," he said, after some contemplation, "but, couldn't you pick someone else?"

She shook her head.

"You know me, Babe," she said. "I love you, but I want what I want."

"You really are crazy," he sighed.

"I know," she said, smiling. "But, that's why you love me."

"You're lucky I do," he said, before kissing her neck.

"Hey, stop that," she said.

"No," he said, defiantly.

"Come on, untie me," she said, "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Awww," he said.

He unknotted the panties, freeing her wrists. She kissed his lips and wiggled off his lap.

"Meet me in the bedroom," she said, as she walked toward the office door. "We're not done."

Ben took a few moments to straighten the numerous items now strewn across the top of his desk, and to retrieve a number of partially crumpled papers from the floor. Then, he made his way to the bedroom, stripped off his clothes, grabbed a towel, and cleaned off the sweat still covering his body.

He sat on the edge of the bed to wait for Gaby. She entered a minute later.

Gaby sat down in the chair at her vanity table. Picking up a hand mirror, she held it behind her head – switching it from side to side – while turning her body back and forth, and twisting her neck around, trying to look in the vanity mirror.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Trying to see what you wrote," she answered.

"Don't trust me?" he asked.

"I just want to see," she said.

He crossed the room and took the mirror. He held it at an angle allowing her to see his writing.

She put the fingers of her right hand on her shoulder blade, trailing them over his words.

"I think I might get them tattooed there," she said.

"What?" he asked, placing the hand mirror on her table.

"They can do text," she said, smiling up at him. "I'll have your words on my body forever."

"Loca," he said.

"I thought we already established that," she teased.

Ben pulled her out of the chair and toward the bed.

After another round of fiery sexual struggle, the two exhausted lovers fell asleep in each other's arms.

When they woke several hours later, it was nearly dinner time. They decided to get cleaned up and go out to eat.

During the meal, they further discussed Gaby's proposal regarding Dylan; including what Gaby wanted to happen. Though Ben had concerns about whom she had chosen, at length – and with certain provisos – he agreed to participate.

"I'm not going to kiss you after you've had his dick in your mouth," he said.

"Ever?" Gaby asked, teasing him.

"Well, not until after you've brushed your teeth, used mouthwash, and gargled with tobasco sauce," he said with mock gravity.

"I always kiss you after you've gone down on another woman," she reminded him.

"That's different," he said.

"How so?" she asked.

"It's a 'guy' thing," he answered.

She looked at him for a moment.

"He'll be wearing a condom," she said.

"Take it or leave it," he said, simply.

"Fine," she agreed, knowing from experience she would not sway him on any point once he'd made up his mind. "Men!"

Ben had one further demand. If the threesome did take place, he stipulated, Gaby would do everything in her power to ensure Mrs. Moynahan would never discover it.

Gaby assured him she would – if necessary – enlist the secretive powers of the CIA, the FBI, and The Salvation Army in order to keep Mrs. M from discovering what they'd done with her grandson.

They had, of course, not yet approached Dylan.

"The kid may not be interested in having another man in such close proximity," Ben mused.

"I'll talk to him," Gaby said, with a smile. "Just leave it to me."

Less confident than she let on to Ben, Gaby set about deciding how to convince Dylan to join them. She concluded the best way was the most direct. She would – as William Shakespeare writes – screw her courage to the sticking place, and simply ask.

On Thursday, two days after her basement encounter with Dylan, Gaby was standing in the kitchen when she heard Mrs. Moynahan's door slam closed. She hurried to her the apartment door and opened it a crack. She saw the young man moving down the hallway toward the back stairs.

She opened the door and stepped into the hall. Not wanting Mrs. M to know they'd spoken, she softly called his name. He didn't hear, and turned into the stairwell. Gaby walked after him.

She reached the stairs and called him again. He stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to face her.

"Hi, Gabrielle," he said.

She descended the stairs, took his hand, and pulled him gently toward the stairs leading to the basement.

"I need to speak with you," she said, as she led him. "And, you can call me Gaby."

Once in the laundry room, she explained what she wanted.

He was initially reluctant, mostly for the reason Ben had anticipated. Gaby explained the encounter would be almost like when he and his friend had received head from the same girl. She assured Dylan that no intentional contact was expected between he and Ben.

"Can we do it, just you and me, first?" he asked.

"You mean, alone?" Gaby asked in return.

He nodded.

"No," she said, firmly. "The only way this happens is with Ben there. And, only with condoms."

She could see the disappointment on his face.

"Sorry," she said, soothingly. "That's the only way."

He looked down at the floor.

"What?" she asked.

"I was hoping you'd let me cum on your tattoo," he said, quietly.

"Yeah, Ben likes doing that, too," she acknowledged.

She thought for a moment.

"We might be able to do it," she said.

He smiled

"I'm not making any promises," she said, firmly. "And, when you're inside me...condom. No exceptions!"

His teenage libido, and his desire for Gaby, soon overcame any objections.

"What do you want to do?" he asked. "One of us in your pussy, and one in your ass?"

Gaby looked at him for a few moments. She hadn't fully thought through that part. It wasn't that she was opposed to anal sex. She'd had it, and enjoyed it, with men – smaller men – before she met Ben. And, she was pretty sure she could accommodate Dylan there. To be sure, the thought of being filled completely by the two men excited her. But, another issue presented itself to her mind: she'd never allowed Ben to do that, always telling him he was far too large.

How can I deny Ben, but allow Dylan? she asked herself, silently.

"No," she said, finally.

She almost told Dylan about the size issue, but quickly realized it wouldn't be a good idea to shatter his teenage male ego with comparisons to Ben.

"Nobody goes in my ass," she told him.

Again, she saw frustration on his face.

She apologized once more.

"I know it's a cute ass, but it's just too tiny for something like that to fit," she said.

Dylan's spirits rose and a somewhat pleased look crossed his face at the perceived compliment of his manhood.

Gaby smiled, knowing she'd smoothed over what could have caused this entire endeavor to collapse.

"Now, before we even make plans, I have to say something very important," she told him. "If we do this, you can't tell anyone."

"I won't," he said, quickly.

"I mean, anyone," she repeated. "Not your friends, not your classmates, and certainly not your grandmother."

"If I told her, she'd have a conniption," he said. "She'd kill me!"

"And, probably, Ben and I too, while she's at it," Gaby said, grimly.

"I promise," he said, "not a word to anyone."

He searched his eyes for a few moments, trying to gauge him as a man.

"OK," she said, finally. "Your grandmother goes to play Bingo every Friday night, right?"

"Yes," he answered. "It usually starts at 8:00."

"Tomorrow night, why don't you come to my apartment once she leaves?" Gaby proposed.

He agreed, already looking forward to the following night.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 07b



Friday evening, Ben and Gabrielle sat at the kitchen table, waiting for their guest to arrive. They tried to remain patient as the seconds slowly ticked by.

Gaby wore a pink halter top, a short, black denim skirt, and black, calf-high leather boots. Ben wore blue jeans, a t-shirt, and socks. Gaby had decided against wearing a bra -- one less thing to take off later, she reasoned -- and Ben could see her already erect nipples pushing against the fabric of her top.

At 7:27, they heard Mrs. Moynahan's door close. Five minutes later, they heard it close a second time, followed quickly by a trio of soft knocks on their door.

Gaby calmly stood up and went to answer it. Ben heard her invite Dylan into the kitchen.

Dylan walked in and Ben rose to greet him. He wore a tan polo shirt, khaki slacks, and loafers. In his socks, Ben stood two full inches taller than Dylan did with shoes on. And, while Dylan wasn't small, Ben's frame significantly exceeded his.

Dylan involuntarily took half a step backward as Ben reached out to shake his hand.

"Don't worry, Kid, I'm not gonna hurt you," Ben assured him.

Dylan's body language told both Ben and Gaby he wasn't 100 percent sure about that.

"Dylan's transferring to Harvard next year," Gaby said, attempting to lighten the mood.

"I hope to," Dylan corrected.

"Hahvahd," Ben said, affecting an exaggerated Boston accent. "Ahe you one of those wicked smaht kids?"

"A little bit, I guess," Dylan shrugged.

"What are you doing until then?" Ben asked.

"Going to CU," Dylan answered.

"Oh," Ben said, in an exaggerated fashion, while looking at Gaby, "good old CU."

Gaby gave him an awkward smile.

"Why don't you have a seat in the living room," Ben said, to Dylan. "I need to speak with Gaby for a moment."

As Dylan moved down the hallway, Ben crooked his finger at Gaby.

"Come here," he whispered.

She moved close to him.

"So, on top of being Mrs. M's grandson," Ben said, quietly, "he's going to be a student where you teach."

"Yes," Gaby acknowledged.

"This doesn't seem like a problem to you?" Ben asked.

"Brit's a CU student, and we played with her," Gaby said.

"She's 21," Ben countered. "And, she doesn't live next door."

"Are you backing out?" Gaby asked.

"No," he said, quickly. "If you want to do it, I'll do it. But, you need to consider the risks. I mean, there's dangerous, and then there's crazy dangerous."

"The university's policy doesn't forbid dating students, as long as they aren't taking our class," Gaby told him. "They consider us all adults."

"And, what happens if he runs around campus telling everyone about how he nailed a professor?" Ben asked.

"Then, I'll get hit on by a few more of my male students," she said, with a grin.

"I'm not joking," Ben said.

"I know, Babe," she said, seriously. "You don't have to worry. When I spoke to him, I was very clear about the need for discretion."

Ben looked doubtful.

"Trust me," Gaby said.

"OK," Ben said. "It's your call."

She looked into his eyes for a few moments.

"Come on," she said, finally. "Let's do it."

He followed her out of the kitchen.

"Is everything OK?" Dylan asked, as the two entered the living room.

"Yes," Gaby told him. "We're ready to go."

"Why don't you sit in your chair, Ben?" Gaby suggested.

He moved to an oversized red upholstery chair and sat down. Until the previous week, the red chair -- recently re-christened 'The Ben Chair' -- had resided in Gaby's favorite coffee house. When a large national coffee chain bought the location to further its quest for global domination, the previous owner sold the eclectic collection of furniture the shop had accumulated over the years. The chair had been Gaby's favorite -- for a number of reasons -- and the owner practically gave it to her.

After having it cleaned, she presented it to Ben. The gift was immediately followed by a different kind of christening.

Gaby led Dylan to the couch and gestured for him to sit at the end nearest Ben.

She moved across the room to the entertainment center and loaded a CD in the player.

As Aerosmith's "Sweet Emotion" drifted from the speakers, she returned to the couch. Standing in front of Dylan, she began rocking her hips from side to side. She crouched slightly, placing her hands on her knees, then slowly moved them upward as she straightened her body. She let her hands slide between her legs, up over her stomach, and across her breasts, before raising them above her head.

"I love this song," she said, spinning slowly to let Dylan watch her ass move.

Ben glanced at Dylan. His eyes were locked on Gaby's perfect butt.

Gaby danced seductively for another minute, then returned her hands to her waist. She took hold of the bottom of her shirt and quickly stripped it off, tossing it on the coffee table.

She covered her bare breasts with her hands, twisted around, and moved closer to Dylan. She spread her fingers, giving him a peek of her dark nipples. He licked his lips.

Gaby turned her back to him and sat down in his lap. He was unsure what to do. Initially, he reached up to touch Gaby, but then looked at Ben and dropped his hands.

Gaby laughed. As she gyrated her hips, she reached back, took hold of his hands, and guided them to her breasts.

"Here, Sweetie," she said, "you can squeeze them a little."

Dylan moaned.

"Are you OK?" she asked.

"Y...yes," he croaked.

Gaby smiled at Ben.

She slipped off Dylan's lap and stood up. Moving to the center of the room, she put her hands under her skirt and pulled her pink lace thong down to her thighs. She looked back at Dylan over her right shoulder -- he now sat on the very edge of the couch.

Gaby bent at the waist, pulling the panties downward as she did so. As she manipulated the underwear past the boots, her skirt allowed the men a painfully fleeting glimpse of her pussy.

She stood up and spun quickly. She looked at Ben and Dylan with feigned shock -- as if she'd caught them peeking up her skirt.

She took the thong in her hands, and stretched it like a slingshot. Aiming it at Ben, she let it go. The lace flew several feet and Ben caught it. Gaby held out both hands, giving each of the men a "come here" sign with her fingers.

As they stood, she stopped dancing and walked into the hallway leading toward the bedroom. The men followed -- Ben let Dylan take the lead. Gaby spun a few times, allowing additional views of her breasts.

Reaching the bedroom, Gaby unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

"You boys have too many clothes on," she said, turning toward them as she stepped out of the skirt.

She stood before them naked, except for her boots. Ben began undressing slowly. Dylan seemed hesitant.

"Come here, Dylan," Gaby said, as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

Dylan moved to stand in front of her. Gaby put her hands on his stomach and pulled at his shirt.

"Take this off," she ordered.

He stripped off the shirt and dropped it beside the bed.

Gaby ran her hands up his flat belly to his smooth chest.

"Mmmm," she said, quietly. "I like that."

Ben, now stripped to his boxer-briefs, pulled a chair to the side of the bed and sat down. He twisted around to open a drawer in the nightstand. He grabbed a small box, turned, and poured a dozen assorted condoms onto the bed, next to Gaby.

Gaby deftly unbuckled Dylan's belt as he toed off his shoes. She unsnapped his pants, then slowly unzipped them, letting her knuckles brush against the bulge barely contained within.

Dylan looked down at her as she spread the flaps. Gaby's eyes met his. He pushed the pants over his hips and let them fall to his ankles.

As Dylan stepped out of his pants, Gaby looked at Ben.

"Are you OK, Baby?" she asked.

He nodded.

Dylan took off his socks and stood up, now wearing nothing but his Fruit of the Loom tighty-whiteys. Gaby could see he was fully erect -- the head of his cock threatened to poke out the top of his underwear.

She leaned forward to kiss his abdomen. He moaned as she cupped his balls with her right hand.

With her left hand, she reached out to touch Ben's knee.

"Let's go boys," she said, tugging at Dylan's underwear, "you're still overdressed for this party."

Ben stood up, pushing his boxers to his ankles before straightening his body. He took a step closer to Gaby, grabbed her short hair, and pulled her head back. He leaned over to kiss her neck, running his tongue across her jugular before releasing her.

Gaby looked at Dylan, his erect cock pointed at her.

"Come here," she said, pulling him to her.

She picked up an un-lubricated condom. She tore open the foil packet and carefully rolled the latex along Dylan's shaft.

Ben stood at the side of the bed, slightly to Gaby's left. He also selected a condom without lube, and quickly put it on.

Gaby ran her tongue down the length of Dylan's cock. The sensation sent a shiver through Dylan's body. She then took the head into her warm mouth, wrapping her lips around him and flicking the tip with her tongue. His body stiffened and he let out a long moan.

With her left hand, she reached up to stroke Ben's shaft. With her right, she gripped Dylan's.

Taking her mouth off Dylan, she looked up at the two men as she jerked them hard and fast.

She caught Dylan taking a furtive glance at Ben's cock as she worked it with her left hand.

Men, she thought.

Gaby could tell by his face Dylan couldn't last much longer. She loosened her grip on him, and slowed her stroking.

Leaning to her left, she took Ben's cock in her mouth. She took him deep, letting the head slip into her throat. He grunted, not expecting her to deep throat him so quickly. He clutched at her shoulder, trying to steady himself.

As he fought to control himself, she was gone. Gaby moved her mouth back to Dylan, taking his entire length.

"Shit," he cried out, as her lips reached his pubic hair.

She held him there for several seconds. His legs began to quiver.

Gaby switched back to Ben, moving her left hand between his legs. She grabbed his ass and pulled him toward her.

She could feel Dylan swelling in her right hand. She again took her mouth off Ben.

"Don't hold back, Dylan," she said, before taking him into her mouth.

Gaby took Dylan's left hand and guided it to the back of her head. She tried to look up at his face as his body bucked against hers. She could feel his cum filling the condom.

He held her head tightly, and she moved both hands to his waist as she drained him.

"Oh, Jesus," he said, releasing his grip as he finished.

She pulled back slowly, finally letting him slip from her lips.

"Good job," she said, looking at the cum-filled condom covering Dylan's quickly shrinking cock.

He tried to smile at her.

As Gaby again turned her attention to Ben, Dylan sat down in the chair Ben had earlier placed beside the bed. He carefully slipped off the condom.

Gaby wasted no time taking Ben deep in her throat.

He moaned loudly, and she felt tingles of pleasure race through her. Ben knew she often came while giving him head, so he tried to be as vocal as possible when she did it.

"Yesss, Baby," he hissed. "Suck that dick."

Gaby moved both hands to Ben's shaft, while keeping her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock. As she sucked, she used long, rough strokes to milk him.

She felt his body tense.

"Mmmm, hmmm," she moaned around his cock.

He gasped for breath.

"Gaby...," he croaked, as his body began to shudder.

The tingle between Gaby's legs became an ache. She tried to squeeze her legs together to control the pleasurable pain she was enduring.

She moved her hands to Ben's ass to hold him to her as she took his length into her throat one more time.

He gripped the hot skin of her shoulders as he exploded.

Ben groaned loudly as he fired his cum into the condom.

Gaby came as he did. Her body quivered as she fought to remain in front of him. Her throat clutched at the head of Ben's cock, and she felt the tension drain out of his muscles as he came.

"Lie down, Baby," Gaby said, removing her mouth from his wilting manhood.

She pulled him to the bed, turning him so he could sit with his back against the headboard. He put his right arm around her.

"You came too, didn't you?" he asked, as his breathing slowed.

Her smile answered his question.

She waited as he removed the now loose condom, then wiggled into his lap and turned over so her back rested against his chest.

"Come here, Dylan," she ordered, as she spread her legs.

He crawled onto the bed. Gaby placed her right hand between her legs and spread her pussy.

"This is for you," she told him.

Tentatively, he moved his face upward.

Ben took hold of Gaby's wrists and pulled them to her chest, pinning them there as Dylan's tongue found her clit. Her body jerked against Ben's.

"That's it," she cooed. "Now, up and down."

As Dylan followed her instructions, moving his mouth lower to brush her wet lips, she tried to wrest free of Ben's grasp.

Her fiancé held her tightly, momentarily looking down the length of her body to watch Dylan's head move between her legs. He couldn't deny some small part of his brain was aroused by seeing another man pleasure Gaby. Especially, while her petite body moved on top of his.

Though he'd cum mere minutes before, his cock began to reawaken, pressing against the warm skin of her back.

Ben used his left hand to secure her arms, then slipped his right hand to her head, letting his fingers weave their way through her short hair. He tugged gently and her head fell back toward his shoulder, exposing her neck to his kiss.

Dylan returned his tongue to her button as he pushed a finger inside her.

"Yesss," she hissed.

Ben released Gaby's hands and pinched her right nipple. She grabbed his hand with her left, but didn't try to stop him -- instead she squeezed his hand, as if she wanted more.

Gaby moved her right hand to Dylan's head. She tried to pull him into her.

He slipped a second finger into her as she moaned loudly. She struggled to drape her legs over Dylan's shoulders and began grinding herself against his face.

"Faster," she demanded.

Even with her hand on his head, Dylan struggled to keep his tongue on Gaby as she writhed under him.

Ben, his lips still nuzzling Gaby's neck, knew by the way her body reacted that Dylan had increased the speed and force of his finger fucking. She squirmed desperately, trying to push herself downward against Dylan's fingers and tongue.

Gaby's body began to shudder. She drew in a long breath and held it. She stiffened, lifting completely off the bed -- leaving her suspended in the air between Dylan's shoulders and Ben's chest.

Ben tried to wrap his arms around her, afraid she would wiggle off and fall to the floor, as the tension building like a spring being twisted to the breaking point finally released. Gaby cried out as a dynamic orgasm corkscrewed across her every nerve.

Her body convulsed wildly and she moaned in Ben's ear.

"That's it, Baby," he urged, loudly, "cum!"

She could not hear him. Her mind was awash in the madness of her orgasm. She was aware of nothing but the waves of pleasure battering her senses. The frenzy of her climax shook the entire bed.

Dylan lifted his head, trying to see her face as she came.

It took several minutes for the tide of ecstasy to recede. Her body slowly relaxed. She bowed in the middle as she languidly returned to Ben's lap, like a feather floating to the ground.

Ben ran his hands over her torso, letting his fingers loiter over her nipples. Gaby turned her head, then twisted her body so she could kiss Ben's chest.

Gaby's legs slipped off Dylan's shoulders, and he popped up to his knees.

Slowly returning to earth in a more figurative sense, Gaby turned to look at Dylan. Her eyes traveled from his face to his crotch. He was hard again.

She smiled.

"Put on a condom," Gaby said.

As he selected one -- of the lubricated variety -- from the bed, Gaby eagerly turned over onto her hands and knees.

Dylan fumbled with the package as his attention focused on Gaby's ass.

"You like that?" Gaby teased, shaking her butt from side to side while looking back over her shoulder.

"Very much," Dylan answered.

"Get that thing on," she said, nodding toward the prophylactic in his hand.

He rolled the latex down the length of his hard cock, then got on his knees behind Gaby. He inched closer.

"Are you ready?" she asked, still looking back at him.

He nodded.

Gaby reached back between her legs with her right hand. She grasped Dylan's cock and guided him to her. She let the head slide up and down her lips twice, then moved her body backward an inch, letting him slip inside her.

Both moaned as he entered her. Dylan grabbed Gaby's hips and held her tightly.

As Dylan pushed himself farther into her, Gaby looked up into Ben's eyes. She smiled at him for a moment, then dropped her head into his lap, and ran her tongue down his stiffness to his balls.

Ben adjusted himself, allowing her greater access to his scrotum. Before she could continue pleasing Ben, however, Dylan stabbed himself into her. She gasped loudly.

Again, she looked back over her shoulder at Dylan.

"Come on," she said. "Give it to me."

Dylan drove forward, burying himself inside Gaby.

"Oh, fuck," he hissed, as her wetness enveloped him.

He gave her a few more strokes as she watched his face.

"Harder, Dylan," she ordered. "Fuck me!"

He began ramming himself into her, his fingers digging into her flesh as he pulled her back onto him.

Awkwardly, Ben got to his knees in front of Gaby. He placed his right hand on top of her head, intertwined his fingers in her hair, and pulled gently, guiding her mouth to his cock.

She moaned as she took the tip between her lips.

Gaby let the momentum of each thrust Dylan made force Ben's cock into her throat, then rocked herself backward to meet the next. She fought to avoid biting Ben as Dylan crashed himself into her.

Ben looked at Dylan's face. He was obviously enjoying the sensation of being immersed in Gaby's wetness.

Taking his cock in his right hand, Ben removed it from Gaby's mouth. She tried to wrap her lips around the head again, but he leaned back enough that she couldn't reach it as Dylan held her hips.

"What's wrong?" she asked, looking up at him.

He didn't answer. Ben moved closer, letting his cock brush her lips. Again, she attempted to take him in her mouth, and he retreated.

"Give it to me," she demanded.

"Stick out your tongue," he said.

She did so.

Ben guided the tip of his cock to her tongue. She licked it hungrily. He put his left hand on her right shoulder as whimpers of pleasure began to escape Dylan's mouth.

Gaby moaned loudly, sensing Dylan was close.

Ben watched her body begin to quake. She moved her right hand to the shaft of Ben's cock, and looked up into his eyes. She had a faraway look in her eyes -- the thousand yard stare, Ben called it.

"I'm gonna cum," she managed to say between ragged breaths, telling him nothing her body hadn't already revealed to him.

"You like that young cock in you, Baby?" Ben asked her, as her body shook.

Gaby answered with a moan as Ben pushed her back toward Dylan.

"You want him to shoot it inside you?" he asked.

"Yesss..." Gaby hissed, as another orgasm washed over her.

Ben looked at Dylan. The younger man's mouth fell open and his face twisted into a strange expression.

"Here I cum," he gasped."

He held his breath for a few moments, then his entire body convulsed as he went over the edge.

Dylan leaned against Gaby, shoving himself deep inside her as their bodies trembled. Gaby bent her elbows and let her upper body collapse to the bed.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 07b



Gaby's moan's drifted up from the sheets, mixing with Dylan's grunts.

Ben ran the fingers of his left hand along Gaby's spine until they reached her tattoo. With his right, he slowly stroked himself.

Dylan squeezed Gaby's ass as the last spasms of his orgasm faded.

As he recovered, Dylan inched himself backward, letting his softening cock slip out of Gaby's sex. He turned and, putting his right foot on the floor, stood up. Unsteadily, he made his way back to the chair beside the bed.

Gaby raised her body, propping herself on her hands and knees. She looked at Dylan, watching him remove the condom as his breathing slowed. Their eyes met, and she smiled at him.

Ben reached out to grab her shoulders. She turned her head to face him.

"Did you like that, Baby?" Ben asked, already knowing the answer.

Her smile widened.

"I did," she whispered.

"Ready for more?" Ben asked.

"Always," Gaby said, her body still shaking from her latest orgasm.

Ben tightened his grip on her shoulders, roughly turned her body, and pushed her down on her back.

She gasped, surprised by the suddenness of his action. She looked into his eyes as he retrieved a new condom from the bed. Her eyes traveled down his torso and she watched him cover his hardness with lubricated latex.

Her eyes returned to his as he moved between her legs. Something in his face concerned her.

"Are you OK, Ba..."

Her question was cut off as he pushed himself inside her.

Normally, they went slowly when their lovemaking progressed to penetration -- their relative sizes required caution -- at least in the beginning. This time, however, Ben plunged into her.

Gaby nearly screamed as Ben sank more than half his thick length into her before stopping. She moved her hands to his shoulders, and her nails dug into his skin.

"Fuck," Ben grunted, as the pain registered in his brain.

He pulled back slightly, then forced himself deeper into her tightness.

"Ahhh..." Gaby cried out.

"Is this what you want?" Ben hissed.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and moved her hands to claw at his chest.

Ben gave her several more hard thrusts before she responded.

"Is that all you've got?" Gaby asked, through gritted teeth, as she looked into Ben's eyes.

"Oh, you want more?" Ben asked in return.

Without waiting for an answer, Ben pushed away her hands. He grabbed her legs and slid his hands to her ankles. Remaining inside her, he maneuvered them until they rested on his shoulders. The position lifted her hips off the bed.

He leaned over her, placing his hands on the bed near her shoulders. He let his weight fall against her, forcing himself into her.

"Bennn..." she hissed, tearing at his skin.

He raised his hips, pulling back until only the head of his cock remained in her, then slammed himself into her again.

She grabbed his wrists, bracing herself as he drove her into the sheets.

Ben quickly increased the speed and force of his thrusts. Within moments, his balls were slapping against her little asshole each time he propelled himself into her.

Dylan was shocked. He sat in the chair watching the violent passion being displayed on the bed, concerned Ben was hurting Gaby. He wondered if he should say something.

Gaby turned her head toward him. He opened his mouth to speak, but the look on her face -- an erotic mixture of pleasure and pain -- stopped the protest in his throat.

As Ben continued to pound into her, she smiled at Dylan for a moment. Then, her eyes closed, her mouth fell open, and she moaned Ben's name.

Ben felt her cunt contract around his cock, squeezing him as she came yet again. He lessened the speed and force of his assault.

"Don't you dare fucking stop!" Gaby screamed, grabbing at his shoulders.

He resumed plunging himself into her even as her body tried to deny him entrance.

Gaby's speech became a mixture of English, Spanish, and something Ben would've sworn was gibberish.

"Sí, sí," she cried out, "more!"

Ben complied as Gaby let out a series of loud moans, which blended into one long carnal melody.

He slipped her ankles off his shoulders, allowing her legs to spread wide as he continued shoving himself into her. He lowered himself on top of her, pressing her into the bed.

Her toes curled, her body quivered under his, and each thrust he gave her seemed to prolong the orgasm racing through every inch of her. She turned her head and screamed into a pillow, digging her nails into the cotton case as she clutched it to her face.

Ben watched her, enjoying the way she looked as she came -- again. He knew he couldn't last much longer.

Gaby knew it too. She fought against the pleasure racing through her.

"Give it to me, Ben," she said, suddenly. "Cum for me."

She opened her eyes to look at his face. Reaching up, she tenderly brushed his short, sweaty hair away from his forehead.

"Cum for me," she repeated, in a whisper.

Ben didn't slow his penetrations, driving himself toward bliss.

Gaby placed her hands on his chest, her fingers splayed in the damp hair.

"I love you," she mouthed, silently, as Ben looked at her.

Once more, she wrapped her legs around him, and tried to match his rhythm with her hips.

"Ahhh," she cried out as he filled her.

She turned her head to look at Dylan. Her eyes traced over his half-erect penis.

"Get that young dick hard again," Gaby ordered.

He wrapped his hand around the shaft and began stroking himself.

"That's right, jerk that cock for me," she moaned.

It took less than a minute for him to again become completely erect.

"You like playing with that thing?" she asked.

He nodded, wordlessly.

Ben moaned, and Gaby knew he was close.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted. "Oh, I'm cummm..."

"Yes, Baby," Gaby said, feeling his cock grow inside her.

His hips jerked violently -- again and again -- as he fired his cum into her. He buried his face in the pillow Gaby had screamed into just minutes before and his body shook for several minutes.

Gaby wrapped her arms around him as tremors continued running through his body. She moved her mouth close to his ear and whispered to him as he slowly descended from the heights of gratification.

"Let me up, Baby," she said, when he'd recovered.

Ben rolled to his left, and lay flat on the bed beside her.

Gaby sat up and saw Dylan still stroking his cock slowly.

"Are you ready, Honey?" she asked.

"I'm so close," he answered.

Gaby slipped off the bed and climbed on the chair, on her knees, and leaned over the back of it, pushing her ass out toward Dylan.

"Is this what you want?" Gaby asked, twisting slightly to point at her tattoo with her right hand.

"Yes," Dylan croaked.

"Come here," Gaby ordered.

He moved up behind her and his hardness brushed Gaby's asshole. She gasped.

She took hold of him, wrapping her hand around the shaft, guiding him upward toward the small of her back, and letting it slip through her warm fingers. She tightened her grip and labored to stroke him faster as he stood with his balls resting on the dark-olive skin of her cheeks.

"Oh, God," Dylan sighed, as he grabbed her hips.

"Look at my ass, Dylan," she said, quietly, looking back at him over her shoulder.

His breathing quickened as he did so.

"Tell me what you see," she said.

"Your tattoo," he hissed, obviously trying to hold back now.

"I want you to shoot your cum all over it, Dylan," she said.

A slight smile creased Ben's face as he watched from the bed. The tattoo was his favorite target.

Dylan moaned. Gaby's words had pushed him over the edge.

"I'm cumming..." he managed before his body bucked as he came.

Gaby milked him with her hand, spreading the semen over the inked skin.

Ben slipped off the bed and walked around to the chair. He looked at Gaby's lower back. Dylan hadn't managed very much cum this time. Of course, Ben granted, it was his third time in a fairly short amount of time.

18, or not, he thought, the sperm bank needs time to build up deposits.

"Good job, Dylan," Gaby cooed, releasing her hold on his shrinking cock.

The young man took a careful step backward.

Gaby held out her sticky right hand.

"I need a towel," she said.

Ben reached down and pulled a towel from the clothes hamper. He handed it to Gaby. She stepped off the chair, and slowly cleaned herself.

Gaby moved to the bed and sat down. Ben followed and sat next to her.

"Hey," he asked Dylan, casually, "what time does your grandmother usually get home from Bingo?"

It required several moments for Dylan to clear his brain and focus on the question.

"Around 10:30, I guess," he said.

He looked at the alarm clock on the nightstand -- 10:19pm.

"Oh, shit!" Dylan said.

Dylan began getting dressed, fumbling as he tried to rush. Ben calmly pulled on his boxer-briefs and jeans, while Gaby sat on the bed, partially covering herself with the towel Ben had given her.

"Did you have fun, Dylan?" Gaby asked.

"Fuck, yes," he responded. "I've never cum three times that fast."

"Mmmm, you did very well," she told him.

"I know you said this is just a one-time thing," Dylan said, quietly, "but, if you ever change your mind, give me a call."

"We will, Sweetie," Gaby assured him.

Dylan smiled, hoping she was telling the truth.

He finished dressing, Gaby tossed her towel back into the hamper, and the three walked toward the bedroom door.

"I'd walk you out, but I have to hit the bathroom," Gaby, now naked again, said as they entered the hallway.

She raised herself onto her tip-toes and kissed Dylan's cheek.

"Thank you, Sweetie," she said, as she turned into the bathroom. "That was fun."

"Oh, you're very welcome," Dylan called out, catching a last glimpse of her nude body as she closed the door.

Ben led Dylan to the front door. He opened it and stood aside to let the younger man out.

Dylan took a step into the hallway, stopped, and turned to Ben.

"I don't know what to say," Dylan said.

"My advice to you," Ben said, looking at him intently, "is to forget this night ever happened."

"Wha...I...well," Dylan stammered.

Ben looked at him for another moment.

"I'm just messin' with you," Ben said, smiling. "Thanks for coming over. Gaby really enjoyed it."

A hesitant smile crept across Dylan's face.

Ben held out his right hand. Dylan reached to shake it.

"Just remember," Ben reminded him, squeezing his hand firmly, "not a word about this to anyone."

"I swear," Dylan said, releasing the hand and turning toward his grandmother's door.

He fought to avoid flexing the pain out of his hand while Ben watched.

Ben closed the door, and turned to walk in the kitchen. He washed his hands, then twisted open a bottle of orange Powerade.

A few minutes later, he heard Gaby exit the bathroom.

"I'm in the kitchen, Babe," he called out.

Wrapped in a fresh towel, her hair and skin still damp, she joined him. Ben looked at her.

"OK, all clean," she said, teasingly.

"Do you know how screwed we'll be if Mrs. M finds out what just happened?" he asked, quietly.

"That I took a shower and brushed my teeth?" Gaby asked, feigning surprise.

She took the sports drink from him, and took a few swallows. Handing back the bottle, she looked into his eyes.

"Screwed blue and tattooed," Gaby said, with a wide grin.

"Sure, laugh it up, funny girl," Ben said, in mock seriousness.

"Maybe Mrs. M will want to join us next," Gaby said, her grin only growing bigger.

"Nooo!" Ben exclaimed, disgustedly.

His face twisted in a grimace, and he feigned his chest heaving, as if he might vomit.

Gaby let her body fall against his as she laughed

"Thanks a lot," he said. "I won't get hard for a week."

"I don't know about that," Gaby said, reaching out to take his hand.

She pulled him toward the bedroom.

"I think I can help you," she said.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 08



"Are you going to sit on this couch for 12 hours, watching sci-fi?" Gaby asked.

"That's the plan," Ben answered.

"You're crazy," she said, with a whistle.

"Babe, Battlestar Galactica is the greatest show that's ever been on television...ever," he said. "Besides, I won't sit here for 12 straight hours. I have to go to the bathroom sometime."

"Haven't you seen it a dozen times already?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said. "But, there's just something different about seeing it on TV."

"You are such a frakin' geek," she whispered in his ear.

"And, you love me anyway," he said.

"You're not forgetting we're going to see that house tomorrow, right?" she asked.

"That's not until 5:00pm," he said. "I can watch this, crawl into bed for a few hours, and then we'll go."

Again, she gave her opinion of his mental state.

"Don't be hatin' on BSG," he said, seriously.

"Well, I'm going to bed," she said, getting up slowly.

She pulled off her t-shirt as she walked past the TV. She tossed the shirt into his lap.

"Very funny," he said, as she, now naked from the waist up, walked toward the hallway leading to the bedroom.

Ben dropped the shirt beside him on the couch. A moment later, her boxers landed in his lap.

He looked at her. She stood a few feet from the door, only a pair of blood red boyshorts covering her dark olive skin. She crossed her arms in front of her perky B-cup breasts, and looked into his eyes.

"Sometimes you gotta roll the hard six," she said, then lowered her eyes to his crotch, "or a nice thick seven."

"Seven, plus," he asserted.

"Men," she said, shaking her head.

She turned and walked to the archway leading to the hall. She gave her hips a little extra swing, allowing her ass to rock back and forth, as he watched her go.

He looked down at the boxers in his lap, then placed them on top of Gaby's shirt. He adjusted himself on the couch and prepared to enjoy the show.

After a long commercial break, the first part of the re-imagined mini-series began. As the first humanoid Cylon, a statuesque blonde female called Number Six, made her entrance, her high heels clicking on the metal deck, Ben heard a familiar sound -- from the hallway, he heard the clicking of high heels on the hardwood floor.

Ben turned his head as Gaby re-entered the living room. His mouth fell open. She wore his favorite outfit. Black three-inch ankle boots augmented her 5'2" height. She wore sheer black thigh high stockings, black elbow-length satin opera gloves, and black Ray Ban sunglasses. A neon pink bob cut wig covered her brunette pixie cut hair. And, even from across the dimly lit room, he could see her lips were coated with neon pink lipstick. It was an outfit she knew Ben couldn't resist. He had a thing for black opera gloves. And, the wig was like icing on top of a cake.

"Oh, my Go..." he began.

"I'm sorry," Gaby interrupted. "Did you say something?"

He watched as she slowly walked toward him.

"What are you doing?" he asked, in a low voice.

"Me?" she asked, smiling. "Nothing. I just thought I'd come watch your space show with you."

"You're poking the bear," he growled.

"Am I?" she asked, innocently.

"Woman," he said.

He stood up, and she took a step back. He reached out for her, but she spun away from his grasp.

"Maybe I should get a dress like that robot girl in the show," Gaby suggested.

She turned her head to look back at him over her shoulder. His eyes traced down her spine, to her ass. His gaze lingered on the Spanish-style cross tattooed in the small of her back. She smiled and shook her perfect little bottom a few times.

"Come here," Ben whispered, raising his eyes to hers.

She shook her head, sticking out her tongue.

"Don't make me chase you," he warned.

She strutted toward the hallway -- shaking her ass.

"If you want me," she said, "come get me."

As she entered the hallway again, he grabbed the remote from the coffee table.

"So say we all," he said, as he turned off the TV, and turned to follow Gaby. "Sorry, Six. I'll see you, and that red dress, on DVD."

When he entered the hallway, he saw Gaby standing at the far end, in the doorway to their bedroom. He could tell she'd lit candles, and she stood silhouetted in the flickering light.

"Come here," he said.

Again, she shook her head.

"Gabrielle," he said, sternly. "Come here, right now."

Her head tilted down, and though he couldn't see it in the darkness, he was sure her bottom lip was pushed out in a mock pout. She hesitated, as if reluctant to submit to him.

He moved down the hallway slowly. When he got within arms reach, he grabbed her. He pulled her petite body against his large, 6'3" frame. He pulled her hands behind her back and secured both wrists with his left hand. She tried to squirm out of his grasp, but he held her tightly.

"What did I tell you about teasing me?" he hissed.

"I'm sorry, Baby," she purred. "I can't help it."

He moved his right hand to her neck. He squeezed gently as he pushed her backward through the doorway, then roughly turned her to pin her between his body and the bedroom wall. He leaned close to whisper in her ear.

"You know what happens when you tease me," he said.

She nodded her head a fraction of an inch, and Ben felt her throat vibrate as a low moan escaped her lips. He squeezed tighter, and lifted. She raised herself onto her tip-toes.

He released his grip on her wrists. She grabbed his right wrist with both hands. She struggled, futilely trying to pull his hand from her neck. With his left hand, he reached up to remove her sunglasses, carefully setting them on top of a short bookshelf. Looking into her eyes, he slipped the same hand under the wig. He let his fingers intertwine with her hair and he pulled gently, tilting her head back.

Ben dropped his right hand to her chest, exposing her neck -- one of her most sensitive spots -- to his lips. He moved close and kissed her just under her chin.

"What are you going to do to me?" she asked, still holding his right wrist.

"I'm going to give you exactly what you asked for when you put on this little outfit," he said, his voice rumbling, as he kissed his way downward, pushing his tongue against her neck.

He could feel the heat of her as she pushed her body against his.

"Bennnn..." she whispered.

She tried to tilt her head and kiss him, but he held her hair as he backed away to avoid her mouth. He pushed his right hand between her legs, roughly brushing her lips. She was already wet.

"Kiss me," she pleaded.

He moved his face to hers; the tip of his nose against hers. She tried to pucker her lips enough to touch his, but could not manage to do so.

"Please, Baby," she said.

He shook his head.

"I swear, if you don't kiss me right now, I'm gonna kick your ass," she hissed.

"Really?" he teased, pressing his body against hers. "I don't think you're in any position to make threats."

She tried to wrest free of his grasp, but her movements only compounded the effect of his fingers between her legs. She gasped as he forced a finger inside her.

"Ohhh," she cried out, and her resistance drained away.

She tried to wrap her arms around his shoulders. He pushed harder, slipping a second finger into her.

Her hands fell to his waist and she tore at his sweatpants, pulling them down a few inches. The fingers of her right hand moved over his boxer-briefs finding the hardness beneath. She grabbed at it through the cotton underwear. His body jerked at her touch.

"Yessss," she said. "I know you want to fuck me. Let me have it."

He growled at her.

"Are you gonna fuck me hard, Baby?" she asked, almost mocking him.

He mashed his mouth against hers, kissing her violently. She kissed back, while fighting for breath. He released his hold on her and pushed his underwear and sweatpants down, letting them fall to his knees. Without breaking their kiss, he put his hands under her ass and lifted her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around him.

His erection brushed against her lips. She wiggled, adjusting herself, attempting to take him inside her. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes. She scratched at his back, prevented from hurting him by his t-shirt and the gloves she wore.

"Fuck me, Ben," she demanded.

His right hand moved carefully underneath her, guiding himself to her.

"¡Oh, Dios mío!" she cried, as the head of his cock slipped inside.

Normally, when first penetrating her, Ben would go slowly -- his caution necessitated by the disparity in their physical statures. He would work himself in and out, going a little deeper each time, until his full length was lubricated with her juices and she'd adjusted to his size.

This time, however, he did not stop. Nor did he pull back. He pushed himself, slowly and steadily, into her. He watched her eyes go wide as his buried himself inside her.

"Baby," she gasped, clawing at his back.

Once he worked his length into her, he stopped for a few moments. He stood still, enjoying the wetness enveloping him, and feeling her squeeze him tightly.

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

She tried arch her back; to move him inside her. He again placed his left hand on the back of her head and pulled her hair.

"Look at me," he said.

Her eyes locked on his.

"You drive me crazy," he said.

Before she could answer, he pulled back a few inches and thrust himself back into her.

"Ughhh," she cried, closing her eyes.

Again he ordered her to look at him.

"Do you know that?" he asked, struggling to control his breathing.

"Baby, I'm sorry I teas..." she tried to say.

He thrust himself into her again.

"I don't mean that," he barked. "I love you, Gabrielle."

Another thrust prevented her from responding.

"I can't get enough of you," he continued.

"Ben, I..." she began.

Her mouth fell open as he plunged into her again, cutting off her speech. He kept talking -- his voice becoming a hoarse whisper in her ear -- as he stabbed himself into her over and over.

"I can't see you without wanting to touch you...I can't touch you without wanting to hold you...I can't hold you without wanted to be inside you...the smell of you...the taste of you...you inspire me...you intoxicate me..."

"More," she demanded. "Moooore."

Her eyes fixed on his, but it seemed as if she were looking right through him, fixated on something, or nothing, off in the distance -- it's a look veterans of battle call the thousand-yard stare.

He felt her cunt grip his cock, and she called his name. Moving his mouth to hers, he kissed her deeply, pushing his tongue against hers. She moaned into his mouth as her body began to shake in his arms. Her tremors became more powerful and she broke their kiss to cry out.

"I'm gonna cum," she groaned.

He urged her on, not lessening his force or pace, continuing to plunge himself into her. Her arms and legs squeezed him tightly as her body -- still pinned between his and the wall -- convulsed violently.

"Bennnn...," she began, before her voice became one long moan.

"Yes, that's it, Baby," he hissed. "Cum all over my cock."

She let her forehead fall to his right shoulder, and let out a string of words in what his rational mind would have recognized as Spanish. He felt her hot breath on his chest, and he gripped the cheeks of her ass tightly. His legs shook as he fought to remain standing.

Even as she came, Gaby began to grind herself against him, using her arms and legs to brace herself as she tried to match his thrusts. She moved her hands to the side of Ben's face, and pressed her lips to his. They each breathed in the others' breath as they writhed together.

Her cunt squeezed him tighter as another orgasm washed over her before the first had ended. Ben grunted while wrestling to stay inside her. His lips returned to her neck, driving her senses further into oblivion.

Ben stopped thrusting and held Gaby as her body shook for more than a minute. Wrapping her arms around his neck again, she tore at his t-shirt, her gloved fingers slipping across the fabric.

Her breathing slowed and she looked at Ben. She could feel him trembling.

"Are you OK, Baby?" she asked.

He nodded, rather unconvincingly, she thought.

"Take me to bed," she whispered.

Ben took a tentative step backward. She held on securely as he moved. Satisfied his legs would support them, he carefully -- his sweatpants and underwear now around his ankles -- shuffled toward the bed. He turned and sat on the bed. As he did, he slipped out of her and she gasped loudly.

"Fuuuck," she moaned.

When she recovered, she put her hands on his chest and pushed.

"Lie back," she whispered.

He complied, stripping off his t-shirt as he did so. Gaby reached down with her right hand to grab his cock. She held him tightly, and the satin of her glove slid over his glistening shaft as she stroked him, quickly moving her hand up and down.

"That feels so good," he groaned, looking up at her in the dim light.

"I know something that'll feel better," she said, slithering off the bed to kneel on the floor.

She ripped off his pants, blindly tossing them aside. His legs spread as she moved between them, kissing her way up his inner thighs. Her hot breath washed over his balls.

He looked down his body as her neon painted lips closed around the head of his cock.

"Yesss," he hissed.

His head fell back to the bed. Gaby took his length deep, letting the head slip into her throat, and his fingers dug into the sheets and blanket as she tried to swallow him whole.

Gaby moaned around his cock, the vibrations seemed to permeate his stiffness. His right hand crawled to her head. His fingers gripped the faux neon hair and he pulled gently, letting it fall to the bed.

Pleasure clouded his brain. He tried to urge her to keep going, but neither of them was sure anything coherent came out of his mouth. Her left hand found his right and their fingers intertwined as her body began to quiver against his legs.

She often came while pleasuring him orally. Somewhere, deep inside, a small portion of his mind registered her third orgasm. He moaned, begging her to make him cum.

Her latest orgasm had not yet ended when she let him slip from her mouth. She struggled with jelly-like legs to crawl back on top of him.

"Don't stop," Ben demanded, helplessly.

"I'm sorry, Baby," she said, grabbing his shaft, "I need more of this."

She leaned close to kiss his mouth as she took him inside her.

"Ohhh," she panted.

Ben wrapped his arms around her shoulders and rolled over, ending with him on top of her in the missionary position. His bulk pressed her into the sheets and blankets as he thrust himself into her.

"Siiiií," she cried, drawing her gloved hands across his back, and wrapping her legs around him.

They squeezed each other tightly as he moved his hips, pistoning in and out of her cunt.

"Dame más," Gaby pleaded.

Ben felt that sensation in his balls -- almost a cramped feeling that grew as he quickly approached the point of no return.

"I'm cumming," he grunted, pushing his face into the bed, beside her left cheek.

Those two words pushed Gaby over the edge once more. Her pussy clenched his cock as they came together. Even as their bodies moved in unison, they fought against each other, her cunt contracting around him, trying to push him out as he forced himself into her. His body bucked, his cock pulsated, and he fired his cum deep inside her, filling her before exhausting his load and -- seemingly -- every last bit of his energy. His body went limp atop hers.

It took several minutes for their breathing to return to normal. Gaby's arms and legs slipped off him and fell to the bed. Ben lifted his head slowly.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

She let out a long sigh, while small orgasmic aftershocks continued to roll through her body.

"I'm wonderful," she cooed.

"You sure are," he said, rolling an inch to his right.

"No," she cried, grabbing at him, "don't leave me."

"I don't want to crush you," he said, before kissing her cheek.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

"I love your weight on top of me," she said. "It makes me feel so...protected."

"Do you need someone to protect you?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she said. "I often get in trouble for teasing."

"Hmmm," he agreed. "That could be dangerous.

She looked into his eyes, remaining silent for a few moments.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asked, finally.

"What?" he asked in return.

"That stuff you said while you were nailing me to the wall," she said.

"What stuff?" he said, a small grin creasing his face. "I was in the heat of the moment. I have no idea what I said."

"You fucker," she cried, punching him in the shoulder.

He laughed and grabbed her wrists to prevent her from hitting him again.

"Are you a tough girl?" he asked, teasing her as she struggled to free herself. "Huh? Gonna kick my ass?"

"I'm gonna rip your cock off," she said, pushing and pulling against him.

"I know you won't do that," he said, pinning her hands to the bed. "You enjoy it too much."

She stopped fighting him.

"Shit, you're right," she admitted.

He gently kissed her lips.

"I meant every word," he whispered.

She looked at him

"Ben...I love you," she said.

"You'd better," he said.

"I'm serious," she whispered.

"I know, Baby," he said. "I love you, too."

"You'd better," she said. "Or, I really will rip it off."

"Ouch," he said, feigning a look of pain.

She pushed him off her and turned to lay on her right side. He moved up behind her and slipped his hand between her arm and her body. He placed his hand on her chest and held her against his body.

"You know," he suggested, "maybe we should get you one of those robot girl red dresses."

She tried to turn and elbow him as he held her and laughed.

Late the next afternoon, Ben folded himself nearly in half and climbed into the passenger's seat of Gaby's Jaguar XKR. Gaby slid into the driver's seat like a fighter pilot strapping on an F-15. She drove the British sports car fast and confidently, as if the car had been precisely molded around her.

They drove northwest, passing through two small townships in a tightly packed suburban area. A mere five miles -- as the crow flies -- brought them into a third town, and their destination. One of their friends, Andy, had told Gaby about a house for sale in her neighborhood.

Andy worked at the New York City headquarters of a fashion magazine, starting out as an intern and steadily working her way upward. Gaby met Andy, almost accidentally, during a job fair at City University. Gaby hadn't planned to attend, but at the last minute two of her students required moral support in order to brave the representatives of potential employers. She chatted with Andy at the magazine's booth while one of her students filled out an application. The two women became fast friends, and Andy joined Ben and Gaby's large circle of comrades.

Living so close, the two occasionally met to ride home together on the train, had gone out for drinks after work a few times, and talked on the phone often.

She was slightly younger than Gaby, and very open-minded. Though she'd split with her boyfriend a month earlier, for most of the time they'd known her, Andy'd been involved with someone. Despite this, she'd hinted -- strongly and more than once -- at an attraction to both Ben and Gaby.

The attraction was mutual. Andy was beautiful. No, Ben thought, as Gaby drove, she was more than that. She was...radiant; almost glowing with life and energy.

Her dark brown pixie cut hair almost matched Gaby's and provided a beautiful contrast to her pale skin. Her deep brown eyes enthralled nearly everyone she turned her gaze upon. She stood 5'8" -- six inches taller than Gaby. Her athletic -- perfectly womanly, Ben thought -- body, featured 34C breasts.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 08



The couple had discussed inviting Andy to join them in their sexual adventures, and this evening would mark their first visit to Andy's home.

Gaby told Andy -- despite being engaged -- she and Ben hadn't really thought about buying a house yet. Andy had all but insisted they at least come and see the place. Gaby spoke about it with Ben, and they decided it wouldn't hurt to look. Besides, they both agreed, they'd need a house...someday.

As they drew closer to Andy's place, the space between houses increased, and the houses themselves grew larger. Turning onto Andy's street, they saw the cul-de-sac was more than a quarter of a mile long, and contained three houses on each side, and one at the end, where the road bulged out to form a large circle.

The houses were Modern Victorian designs, featuring wrap-around porches, and large yards. Between the houses on the right side, Ben could see the skyline of New York City. All the houses were large, but the last house on the left was easily twice as large as the others. Andy lived here, with her grandmother.

"Holy crap," Gaby whispered.

"That's one way of putting it," Ben agreed.

Gaby parked the Jag at the curb in front of Andy's house, and they exited the vehicle. As they walked toward the house, Gaby smoothed her loose, black, knee-length skirt, and dark red button-up sweater. The black, three-inch, ankle boots she wore clicked on the boards of the wooden porch as they approached the front door. Ben, dressed halfway presentably -- at Gaby's insistence -- in a Polo shirt and Dockers, reached out to ring the doorbell.

It took a few moments for Andy to answer the door. She wore a lavender, knee-length sundress, and black, three-inch high heels.

"Hey, guys," she said, with a smile. "Come on in."

She turned sideways as she opened the door wide. As Gaby entered, Andy hugged her tightly and planted a small kiss on her cheek. She repeated the action with Ben.

After closing the door, she led the two down a wide hallway lined with pictures of a large family.

"Dinner will be ready in a bit," she said, as she walked in front of them.

They reached the dining room. At the head of an enormous carved wood table sat a lovely, elegantly dressed, older woman. As they entered, the woman rose and smiled.

"Ben; Gaby; this is my Nana," Andy said. "Nana Morgana; meet Benjamin and Gabrielle."

"Morgana? Like King Arthur's half-sister?" Ben asked, as they approached the woman.

"Indeed," Morgana answered.

"I'm enchanted to meet you," Ben said, making a small joke, while shaking her hand.

"You may well be," the woman said, giving him a wink.

Like her granddaughter, Morgana greeted Gaby with a kiss on the cheek.

"Nana owns all the houses on this street," Andy said.

"Really?" Gaby asked.

"For now," Morgana answered. "I'm in the process of selling five of the seven."

"You're keeping this one, I'm sure," Ben said.

"Oh, yes," she said, her eyes brightening. "And, one of the remaining six has already been sold."

"I see," Ben said.

"Would you like to see the house Andrea told you about?" Morgana asked. "We have time before dinner."

"We'd love to," Gaby said, answering for both of them.

"Stephanie," Morgana called out.

A few moments passed before a beautiful, conservatively dressed woman -- in her late 20s, Ben guessed -- entered the dining room from the kitchen. She stood about 5'7". She had a voluptuous, curvy body. Her brown bob cut hair had a slight reddish tint, which set off her hazel eyes.

"Yes," she said.

"We're going to look at the house," Morgana said. "Would you like to come with us?"

"I would," she said, smiling.

"I'll tell Fiona to hold dinner for about 45 minutes," Morgana said, and disappeared into the kitchen for a minute.

When she returned, she took Ben's arm.

"Care to escort a lady?" she asked.

"I'd be honored," he said.

"Stephanie is my doctor," Morgana said, while leading Ben back toward the hallway.

Gaby, Andy, and Stephanie followed.

"Your doctor?" Ben said more than asked.

"I know," Morgana said. "She seems a bit young to already be a doctor. But, she's very smart, and she's the daughter of one of my long-time doctors."

"Ah," Ben said, smiling at her.

The five chatted as they slowly made their way down the street to the house at the end, the younger women now ahead of Ben and Morgana. Ben was careful not to let Morgana catch him admiring the figures of the three as they walked.

"I'd like to get Stephanie into one of these houses," Morgana said.

"It'd be nice to have your doctor so close," Ben allowed.

"This is the house that already sold," Morgana said, pointing to the right. "They have three young kids. I think they're moving in next week. They'll be your neighbors if you take this one."

Ben almost laughed.

Neighbors would be a relative term, he thought, as the house was easily 300 feet from the one they were here to see.

As they neared the circle, Ben again saw the skyline of New York City, this time rising beyond the edge of a hill approximately 100 yards past the back of the house.

"Wow," he whispered, unable to suppress his wonder.

"Why didn't you build your house closer to the hillside, so you could enjoy that view?" Gaby asked, Morgana.

"Originally, ours was the only house on this land," she said. "We had that view, and a huge yard to go with it."

"What happened?" Ben asked.

"A few years before he died, my husband had the other six houses built, intending to let our children and grandchildren live in them," she said. "But, they all have families and houses of their own. And, we didn't know of anyone else we wanted to live near."

"So, the houses have been sitting empty?" Ben asked.

"Yes," she answered. "For more than 10 years."

"And, now you want to sell them?" Ben said, more than asked. "What changed your mind?"

"The realization of my own mortality, I think," she said. "Before I shuffle off the mortal coil, I want to sell them."

"Why not just let a realtor handle the sale, and leave the money to your kids?" Ben asked, playing Devil's Advocate.

"There will be more than enough money for my sons, and all my grandchildren," she said. "They don't need the proceeds from these six houses."

Andy nodded her head in agreement.

"So, I'll conduct my little social experiment," she said, with a smile.

"What kind of 'social experiment?'" Ben questioned.

"It's nothing nefarious, I assure you," she said. "Most families could never afford houses as large as these, in this location. And, if I leave their sale to the realtors, they'll sell them to the highest bidder; probably some Wall Street robber baron looking for more house than he'll ever use. I want families to live here. I want kids to play out in the street."

Ben and Gaby looked at each other; each knowing neither of them was in a hurry to have kids.

Morgana noticed the look.

"Oh, don't worry," she said, with a small laugh. "When you're ready, you'll know."

They climbed the steps and entered the house.

Ben could tell Gaby loved the house immediately. It held five bedrooms -- three of which featured large walk-in closets -- four full bathrooms, two half-baths, hardwood floors, an in-ground swimming pool, and a 10-person hot tub on the back porch. But, what sold Ben was the lone full room on the third floor. While the house featured an enormous attic, it also had a spacious room in a separate circular cupola.

Morgana, Andy, and Stephanie remained on the second floor as Ben and Gaby climbed the steps to the third floor.

"Mine," Ben whispered, when they reached the top and stepped into the room.

"What?" Gaby asked.

"I call dibs," he said, looking out the windows.

The vantage point allowed them a 270 degree panorama of the neighborhood, including all the houses on the street, the surrounding slopes of the hillside, and the distant lights of New York City.

"This would be perfect for my office," Ben said.

"I could use a sewing room, you know," Gaby said, punching him in the shoulder.

They admired the view for a full minute before descending to the second floor.

The group returned to Morgana's home for dinner. Afterward, they sat in the living room and talked for almost two hours.

"I noticed you're not wearing a wedding ring, Ben," Morgana said.

"Gaby and I aren't married, yet," he said.

"We are engaged," Gaby said, holding up her left hand to show her ring.

"I see," Morgana said.

"Is that a problem?" Ben asked, trying to sound diplomatic.

"Oh, no, my dear," Morgana said, smiling. "It was just an observation, not a condemnation."

Ben and Gaby looked at each other.

"I have no problem with young people living together," Morgana said. "I'm no Puritan. I sowed my own wild oats before I met my husband."

"Nana," Andy exclaimed, with a wide smile. "The scandal!"

Morgana laughed at Andy's affected shock.

"Nana; Gaby and Ben want to look at the house one more time before they go," Andy mentioned, as the time approached 8:00pm.

Ben looked at Gaby. She winked at him.

"Well, I'll let you take them over," Morgana said. "It's almost my bedtime."

"OK," Andy said, hoping her grandmother would answer in that manner.

Morgana bid the group good night, and made her way out of the living room. When the remaining group reached the sidewalk, Stephanie took her leave and made her way to her car as the three again walked toward the end of the street.

"Stephanie is very attractive," Ben said.

"Yes, she is," Gaby agreed.

"And, she tastes as good as she looks," Andy said, quietly.

Ben almost sputtered as he digested a wholly unexpected response.

"Really?" he asked, finally.

"Really, really," Andy said, winking at him in the growing darkness.

They reached the house and walked around to the back yard. Andy stopped to remove her high heels, then walked onto the grass in her bare feet. Gaby followed her lead, slipping off her ankle boots.

"If I weren't going to have the big house someday, I'd pick this one to live in," Andy said, looking at the view from the edge of the yard.

Gaby squeezed Ben's hand.

"What do you think?" Andy asked.

"We love it," Gaby said, again answering for both of them.

"I knew you would," Andy said, smiling. "That's why I mentioned you to my grandmother."

"So, what's the catch?" Ben asked.

Gaby looked up at him, concerned.

"Well, in return for recommending you to my grandmother," Andy said, a smirk creasing her face, "there's something I want in return."

"And, that is?" Gaby said, already sure she knew the price, as she turned her gaze on Andy.

Andy moved over to stand next them. She reached out and touched the forearms of both Ben and Gaby.

"Know what the other big benefit of this house is?" Andy asked.

"What's that?" Ben asked in return.

Andy backed-up a few steps, reached down, grabbed the bottom hem of her sundress and pulled upward. As she lifted it over her head, she turned and began walking toward the house.

"You can walk around the back yard naked, and no one can see you," she said, looking back over her right shoulder.

Ben and Gaby watched her ass -- minimally covered by a black satin thong -- swing back and forth like a pendulum as she went. She got another half a dozen steps before they followed.

Andy led them up onto the back porch. She dropped her dress on the wooden planks and turned on the hot tub jets.

"I've had it warming up all day," she said.

She slipped her hands behind her back to unhook her bra.

"Care to join me?" she asked.

Without waiting for a reply, she exposed her perfect breasts.

Gaby began unbuttoning her sweater. Taking her cue, Ben pulled off his shirt.

Andy tossed her bra and panties on top of her dress. As she climbed into the hot tub, Ben could see she had a closely trimmed strip of dark pubic hair.

Once naked, Ben and Gaby joined Andy in the hot, roiling water. Gaby let out a long sigh as she immersed herself. Andy moved to her left side, while Ben took a seat on Gaby's right.

"So, you didn't answer my question," Gaby said, after a minute of soaking.

Andy remained silent for a moment.

"Since I broke up with my fiancé, I haven't had any cock," she said, finally.

Ben smiled.

"I've played around with Stephanie, and it's good," Andy said. "But, it's not the same. Sometimes a girl just needs dick."

"Well, this one is mine," Gaby said, putting her hand on Ben's shoulder. "But, if it will help us get a lower price on the house, I'll share him with you for a night."

"What?" Ben objected. "Am I just a piece of meat to you women?"

Andy laughed at Ben's feigned outrage.

"You know, I'm more than just a hard body and a pretty face," Ben continued.

"Take it easy, sweet cheeks," Gaby said, flashing him a fake smile and rolling her eyes. "I love you for your mind, too."

"I feel so dirty," Ben groused.

"Oh, poor baby," Gaby teased, running her hand from his shoulder, down across his chest, and under the water. "Maybe we can make it better."

Her hand found his cock already erect.

"Hmmm, looks like someone is up for playing around," Gaby said, softly, as she began stroking him.

"You know me," Ben said, dropping his ruse. "Always ready, willing, and able to please. But..."

"But, what?" Gaby asked, leaning close to kiss his cheek.

"I didn't bring any condoms," he told her. "I wasn't expecting to be pressed into action."

She laughed at him.

"I've got you covered, Babe," she whispered.

As he turned his head to face her, she climbed out of the hot tub. He watched her naked body as she walked over to her clothes and fished around in a pocket of her sweater. She returned to the tub holding two golden foil packets.

"Rule number one, taken care of," she said, placing the condoms on the edge of the tub, while slipping back into the water.

"And, rule number two?" Ben asked.

"We'll play it by ear," Gaby said. "Just remember rule number three."

She kissed his lips as Andy moved in front of the two.

"Rules?" she asked, with a laugh. "There are no rules."

Gaby turned and reached out to pull Andy to her. Their lips met, then quickly parted, and their tongues danced around each other. Ben slipped his arms around the two women, caressing the soft, warm skin of their backs. He leaned close and kissed the side of Gaby's neck.

A moment later, Gaby turned her head and kissed Ben. Their tongues tangled for several seconds before she again kissed Andy.

"My turn," Ben said, moving in to kiss Andy.

They wrapped their arms around each other, and kissed almost violently. Andy quickly moved her hands to Ben's head, holding him tightly, as if trying to pull him into her.

While their mouths remained connected, Gaby carefully maneuvered Ben back into a seat, with Andy straddling his lap. As she wiggled on top of him, his hardness brushed her lips.

"Mmmm," she moaned, grinding herself against him. "That's what I want."

He lowered his mouth to the right side of her neck, trusting it would be as sensitive as Gaby's. He was not wrong. As he nuzzled her skin, her head fell back.

Gaby again kissed Andy's mouth, and let her right hand slip to Andy's chest. Her fingers quickly found Andy's right breast, and she cupped the wonderful mound of flesh in her palm.

Ben kissed his way down Andy's chest. Tilting his head enough to take her left nipple in his mouth, he flicked his tongue against it several times. Her body twitched at the feel of his warm mouth.

"Mmmm, somebody likes that," Gaby whispered, breaking their kiss.

Andy smiled at her.

"I want more," she said.

Gaby looked at Ben.

"Ready, Baby?" she asked, getting a nod in return.

Gaby picked up a condom and handed it to him, then pulled Andy off his lap. The two women stood in the middle of the tub, kissing each other, while Ben raised his hips out of the water and rolled the latex down the length of his shaft. That done, he lowered himself into his seat.

Noticing Ben's readiness, Gaby gently walked Andy backward. Ben reached out to place his hands on her hips. He guided her as she sat down in his lap, trapping his cock between her ass and his lower stomach. She wiggled on top of him and she raised herself enough to place her knees on the seat, straddling him while facing Gaby.

Ben kissed Andy's left shoulder blade as Gaby attacked her neck. Andy grabbed Gaby, pulling the shorter woman against her body. The two wrapped their arms around each other.

Taking his lips from her shoulder, Ben leaned back and slipped his hand between his body and Andy's. Grasping his shaft, he pushed himself between her legs, brushing her asshole and the lips of her pussy. Andy gasped at the contact.

As Ben guided himself to her hole, Andy turned her head to look back over her shoulder. Their eyes locked as the head of his cock slipped inside her. Her mouth fell open in a silent moan.

Andy lowered herself onto him, carefully, testing to ensure she could take his entire length. Gaby leaned over and kissed Ben's mouth. He moaned into Gaby's mouth as Andy enveloped him completely. Once she had him fully inside her, she shifted her hips back and forth a few times, grinding against his lap, and allowing his cock to shift an inch each time.

Andy began moving up and down on Ben's lap. She began slowly, then increased the pace. Ben reached around her body to cup her breasts. Squeezing the flesh, he left her nipples exposed. Gaby lowered herself to Andy's chest. She moved left and right, taking Andy's nipples between her lips, sucking them hard and flicking her tongue against them. She dipped her right hand under the water and pushed it between Andy's legs, quickly finding her clit.

Ben wrapped his right arm around Andy's waist. Holding her securely, he lifted himself upward, carrying her with him, until he sat on the edge of the tub -- a ledge perhaps six inches wide. His left hand searched for a firm grip on the ledge, steadying the two of them. Initially, he planted his feet on the seat he'd just vacated, but then spread his legs -- sliding his feet to the adjacent seats -- forcing open Andy's long legs.

Gaby placed her knees on the seat Ben had been in and leaned over. She kissed Andy's left knee, then proceeded upward slowly, trailing her tongue along Andy's skin. Andy used her leg muscles to continue moving herself up and down atop Ben. He leaned back, balanced precariously on the ledge, trying to make it easier for her to maneuver.

Andy cried out as Gaby's tongue found her clit. Her body squirmed as Gaby then took her bud between her lips, sucking gently. Andy grabbed Gaby's head with her right hand.

As Andy continued to ride Ben's cock, Gaby put her talented tongue to good use, dragging it from Andy's clit, down along her lips, to Ben's balls; then reversing her course. Ben fought to avoid falling off the ledge. He could feel tremors running through Andy's body.

"Oh, God," Andy moaned.

Gaby straightened up and kissed Andy's mouth, pushing her tongue past her lips. She used the fingers of her right hand to manipulate Andy's clit roughly.

"Fuck," Andy cried out, wrapping her arms around Gaby.

Andy's tremors escalated to convulsions as an orgasm exploded through her body. She moaned loudly, and Ben struggled to hold her as she shook. Gaby continued working Andy's clit, extending her bliss.

"Yesss," Andy hissed.

As Andy's orgasm subsided, Ben gingerly lifted and turned her, placing her knees on the seat and bending her over the ledge. He guided himself back inside her from behind. He let his fingers trace up her spine until separating his hands to grab her shoulders. He thrust hard, burying himself in her.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "That's it."

Gaby moved to Andy's left side as Ben stabbed into Andy again. She swiveled to face Ben and placed her hands on Andy's hips. She pushed Andy backward as Ben slammed into her. Andy twisted her arm to grab Gaby's ass, digging her nails into the firm cheeks.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 08



It took only a minute of Ben plunging himself -- from head to balls -- in and out for Andy to reach her second orgasm. As the waves of pleasure washed over Andy, Gaby raised herself to kiss Ben. Wrapping her right arm around him, she could feel the tension in his body, and knew he was close.

"Give it to her, Baby," she whispered, looking into his eyes.

She got off the seat and stood behind Ben, placing her hands on his waist and pressing her hips against him as he fucked Andy.

"Yes, I want it," Andy pleaded.

Ben grunted as his body strained against the inevitable. His hands slipped down Andy's body, stopping at her hips, and his fingers sank into her warm flesh as he held her tightly. His cock swelled and his body bucked hard as he fired a long stream of cum into Andy.

"Oh, yes! Cum, Baby," Gaby cried.

Andy moaned loudly as he moved against her. His actions pushed her hip bones into the wall of the tub as he came. His body nearly went limp as his orgasm subsided, but Gaby helped prevent him from collapsing. She leaned against him, and kissed his left shoulder blade.

"That was so hot," she said, tilting her head to look at him.

Ben looked back over his shoulder and managed a small smile. He reached down and, securing the condom with his right hand, removed his wilting cock from Andy. Gaby stepped around him and looked down at the latex covering him.

"Mmmm, good job, Ben," she said.

Gaby reached out to remove the condom. Careful not to spill the contents, she walked to the edge of the tub and leaned over to place it on the deck. As she did, Ben took a seat next to Andy, who remained in place -- resting on edge of the tub, her ass in the air.

Ben offered his hand to Gaby. She took it and he pulled her onto his lap as Andy turned her head to look at them.

"You didn't get to cum yet, did you?" he asked.

"No," she answered, shaking her head.

"Well, that simply won't do," Ben said, letting his fingers trace over her body.

His right hand slipped between her legs, his left squeezed her ass. As he began rubbing her clit, she moaned and turned her face into his shoulder. Her left hand raked through the matted hair on his chest.

Ben worked the middle finger of his left hand between the cheeks of Gaby's ass. She lifted her head to look at him. He carefully worked the tip of his finger into her little hole.

"Bennn," she moaned.

Andy, now recovered from her orgasms, sat down next to Ben and leaned against his right side. She kissed his cheek, then moved downward and took Gaby's left nipple in her mouth. Ben pushed two fingers into Gaby's cunt, and let his finger slide farther into her ass. Her body stiffened momentarily.

"Are you ok, Baby?" he asked in a whisper.

She only nodded as she resumed squirming on his lap. Andy let her right hand caress the skin of Gaby's stomach, then slip down to her clit. She let her fingers flit over Gaby's button.

Gaby was already aroused, having watched Ben and Andy, but now, enjoying the attention of four hands and two mouths, her mind was awash in pleasure. She mumbled in Spanish and moaned. Her body involuntarily twitched as she raced toward the temporary nirvana of orgasm.

She arrived at that destination less than a minute later. And, again, she cried out in her native language.

Neither Ben, nor Andy, stopped moving their fingers as Gaby's body convulsed violently. She gasped for breath and clawed at her two assailants as she came.

Ben truly loved making Gaby cum. He enjoyed the look on her face, her breathing, her moans, the feel of her petite body against his, and the way she lost control when she came. This being the case, he relentlessly drove her toward another orgasm.

Gaby opened her eyes, locking onto Ben's for a few moments as the second orgasm erupted inside her. She nearly screamed as she came again.

It took several minutes for her breathing to slow. Ben gently removed his fingers and turned her body to let her lay on top of him, her ass in his lap. She let her head fall back onto his left shoulder. Ben wrapped his arms around her. He held her loosely and planted small kisses on the side of her neck. Andy let her body rest against the two of them and Ben occasionally turned to kiss her.

They lost track of time as their bodies relaxed in the hot water.

"We're all going to turn into prunes," Gaby said, at last, lifting a hand out of the water.

"Uh, oh," Andy said.

"What's wrong?" Ben asked.

"I didn't bring any towels," Andy answered.

The three climbed out of the tub and sat on the porch, talking and letting the cool night air dry their bodies. Ben admired the two women -- their skin luminescent in the moonlight. It didn't take long for them to become aroused once more. They enjoyed each other again -- on the deck -- slower this time; more deliberate, but with no less passion.

Once they recovered, they redressed. Gaby checked the time on her cell phone -- 12:17am. She mentioned this to her companions.

"After midnight, baby; we're gonna let it all hang down," Ben sang, quietly.

"Oh, we sure did," Andy laughed.

Holding hands, Ben and Gaby walked Andy home. After exchanging goodnight kisses on the front walk, Andy climbed the steps to her porch. She stopped and turned.

"You know you didn't have to do that to get my recommendation, right?" she asked in a whisper.

They smiled.

"We know," Gaby answered. "But, it was fun to earn it."

Andy returned their smiles as she turned and went inside the house. Once she closed the door, Ben led Gaby to her car. He held her door as she got in. Closing it, he walked around to the other side.

"Yes," Gaby said, loudly, as soon as his door slammed shut.

Ben smiled as he turned to look at her.

"You like it, then?" he asked.

"I love it," she exclaimed, a giant smile on her face. "And, the neighbors are very friendly."

"OK," Ben said, neutrally.

"Can we afford it," she asked.

"Well," Ben began, "if I get a part-time job delivering pizza, and you start stripping three or four nights a week."

"We can pay the mortgage in singles," she suggested, as she started the car.

"I'm sure you'll get more than singles, Babe," Ben assured her.

"I know," she said, with a laugh. "I was talking about your tips."

The Jaguar's engine purred as it left the curb and disappeared into the night. 



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 09



Ben carefully maneuvered his Jeep Wrangler Unlimited along the road looping through Newark-Liberty airport, fighting to avoid the hundred and one idiot drivers who'd obviously been dispatched to kill him – and his passenger.

"Moron," he growled, as yet another less-than-conscientious driver decided a turn signal and adequate space wasn't required before cutting across two lanes of traffic to enter the short-term parking lot.

"Easy, Baby," Gaby whispered, reaching over from the passenger's seat to touch his elbow.

He frowned as he looked up into his rearview mirror. Their trip to the airport – and the resulting exercise in patience for Ben – was required by Gaby's participation in a teacher's conference in Miami.

What, Ben wondered, did her bosses think people would learn while surrounded by sun, sand, and half-naked bodies down there.

"Are you sure you don't want me to come in with you?" Ben asked.

"I'm sure," she answered. "You couldn't come back to the gate anyway. Security."

"Security, ha," he grumbled, loudly, as he merged into the lane leading up a ramp to the Departures area of Terminal C.

Though he was tired, he silently blessed Gaby for booking a Wednesday, early-morning flight. He hated trying to get to and from the airport during the rush hours, and on Fridays. The number of idiot drivers increased exponentially during those times.

Approaching the middle of the building, Ben spied an opening at the curb. He managed to pull into the space without further incident. They slipped from the vehicle, and Ben began removing the myriad luggage Gaby needed. She had a large wheeled suitcase, a smaller suitcase, and a backpack.

"Why so much stuff?" Ben asked no one in particular. "It's Miami. All you need is a bikini and some sunblock."

"I don't even need the whole bikini," Gaby said, with a grin, "just the bottoms."

Ben stopped unloading and stared at her for a moment. She winked at him as she reached for her backpack.

"Watch out you don't get sunburned," Ben cautioned.

Gaby stuck out her tongue at him and stood on the curb as he pulled out the suitcases. She wore black yoga pants, black, calf-high, leather boots, topped off with an oversized, gray Texas A&M sweatshirt.

Once Ben had the baggage on the sidewalk, Gaby moved close to hug him. He slid his hands under her ass and lifted her petite, 5'2" frame off the ground. She wrapped her legs around him as they kissed for more than a minute.

"I have a plane to catch," Gaby whispered, breaking the kiss.

Ben returned Gaby to her feet. She reached around and squeezed his ass, as he looked into her brown eyes, and ran his right hand through the pixie cut dark-brown hair on her head.

"I'm going to miss you," he whispered.

"Be good," Gaby said.

"I can't promise that," Ben said, winking at her.

"Well, don't kill anyone on the drive home," she insisted.

"You never let me have any fun," Ben said, leaning over to kiss her again.

After the quick peck and a smile, she turned to pick up her backpack. Ben spied a Port Authority Police Officer moving slowly in their direction.

"I think I'm about to get shooed away," Ben said. "I'd better get going."

He turned to leave, but stopped, and spun to face her again.

"I love you, Gabriella Sarsaparilla Armadilla," he said, loudly, while taking two small steps backward.

A wide smile creased her face.

"I love you, too, Baby," she said.

He returned her smile as he disappeared around the corner of the Jeep. As he climbed into the driver's seat, Gaby began rolling her luggage toward the terminal. Ben watched the sliding doors close behind her before he pulled away from the curb.

Ben left the airport knowing he'd get home in time to grab a few more hours of sleep before getting up – again – to meet a new client. He'd tried to re-schedule this project so he could accompany Gaby to Miami. Unfortunately, the client's plans couldn't be changed, and – while in the process of buying a house – he knew the paycheck would be too substantial to pass up.

Late Friday afternoon, Ben sat in front of his computer, trying to write. He struggled to avoid the temptation of turning on the television, or checking his e-mail, or Twitter, or Facebook. As shadows slowly flooded his office, his cell phone rang. The ringtone let him know it was Gaby.

"City morgue," he answered.

"Hey, Babe," Gaby said, laughing. "What are you doing?"

"Writing," he said.

"So, you've been sitting there, staring at the monitor, arguing with yourself about the same word for the last 20 minutes, haven't you?" she asked.

"More like 30 minutes," he admitted.

She laughed at him.

"You know me too well," Ben said.

More long-distance laughter filled his ear.

"How's Miami?" he asked.

"It's nice," she said. "Very hot."

"Are you talking about the city, or the beach?" he teased.

"Oh, my Gods, you would not believe the bodies on the beach," she said. "Or, what some of the girls are calling bathing suits."

"Send me pictures, woman," Ben demanded.

He could almost see her rolling her eyes at him.

"Have you gotten much sun?" he asked.

"I was out for a few hours on Wednesday, but had meetings all day yesterday and today," she told him. "I'm hoping to get some more sun tomorrow."

"Mmmm, tan lines," he sighed. "I can't wait to see them...and lick them."

"Don't get me started," she warned. "I called for something else."

"Is everything OK?" he asked.

"Yes," she assured him. "Andy just called me and said she wanted to deliver some paperwork for the house. I told her she could bring them over to the apartment."

"Wow, that was fast," he said.

"She said to have our lawyer look over it; then we can sign it, and get it back to her," Gaby said.

"Sounds good to me," Ben said.

"Maybe you should take Andy to dinner," Gaby suggested.

"Uh," Ben managed to say, running a hand over the two-day growth of stubble on his chin.

"Shave quickly," Gaby said.

She really does know me too well, he thought.

"I'll try," he allowed.

"I have to get going, Babe," she said. "I have one more session for the day, and then I'm going out to dinner with the City University contingent."

"OK," he said. "Have fun."

"I will," she said. "I love you."

"I know," Ben said, hanging up.

He smiled, knowing if she were there in the room with him when he said that, she'd hit him. He saved his Word document, and then stood to head for the bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he shaved. Before he could strip off his t-shirt and sweatpants to hit the shower, however, he heard a long series of knocks on the apartment door.

Ben sauntered into the hallway. Since no one had buzzed from down at street level, he opened the apartment door expecting to see Whitney – a friend he and Gaby had played with a few times – or Mrs. Moynahan, the building's gossip monger, certified curmudgeon, and complainer-in-chief. The two women comprised their neighbors on the second floor. He hoped for the former, but sadly expected the latter.

Andy stood in the hallway, holding a thick brown envelope. She wore a khaki-colored trench coat. He was slightly shocked at her appearance – though it had nothing to do with her coat. Her normally dark brown pixie cut was now peroxide blonde.

"Hi, Ben," she said. "The downstairs door was open, so I came right up."

"Hey, Andy," he managed to say, looking at her hair.

"You like it," she asked, moving her right hand to her hair.

"It's...sexy," he said. "Very sexy."

The new color complemented her pale skin, he thought, and made her deep brown eyes stand out all the more.

"Yeah?" she asked, unsure of his answer.

"Absolutely," Ben assured her with a smile. "It was just unexpected. When I saw you three weeks ago, it was brown."

"I needed a change," she said. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," he said. "Please do."

Ben stepped aside to let her enter the apartment.

She slipped off her coat as she moved past him. He let his eyes run over her body. Skin tight, black, wet-look, pleather leggings hugged her athletic body, from her ankles to her waist. A tight white t-shirt nicely displayed her braless 34C breasts. He could detect the outlines of her dark areolas, and her hardening nipples, through the thin fabric. The shirt hung down just to the top of her ass, which the leggings displayed wonderfully – as if they were painted on her skin. Ben couldn't help but stare. Four-inch black leather ankle boots augmented Andy's 5'8" frame.

He closed the door and turned to follow the intoxicating scent of her perfume as she walked into the living room. She dropped her coat on the arm of an oversized red upholstered chair Gaby had named "The Ben Chair."

She turned and looked into his eyes as he approached.

"Here you go, my dear," she said, holding out the envelope.

He took it, surprised at the weight.

"A few signatures, a check, and the house is all yours," she said, smiling. "We'll be neighbors."

"This went a lot faster than I ever thought it would," he admitted.

"Well, my grandmother put a little pressure on her lawyers," she said. "She didn't want them to wrangle over every little item for the next six months."

"Thanks, Morgana," Ben said, referring to Andy's Nana, knowing an expedited sale would save he and Gaby a lot of moneyyer's fees.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Andy said, looking around the living room. "I didn't know Gaby was away when I called."

"No, I was doing some writing, and was about to take a shower," he answered. "Gaby thought you might like to go out to dinner."

"In Miami?" Andy teased, lowering her head, and gazing up at him.

The look caused Ben's answer to catch in his throat.

"No, uh," he said, finally. "With me...somewhere around here."

"Could we start with dessert?" Andy asked, taking a step closer, and reaching out to touch him.

He looked at her lips, slightly pursed – as if wanting to be kissed.

"I'm a big fan of dessert," Ben said. "But, maybe we should wait."

She moved closer, pressing her body against his.

"I know you're attracted to me, Ben," she cooed in his ear.

"Of course, I am," he said, in a matter of fact manner. "What straight man wouldn't be?"

"No, it's more than that," she said. "It's more than just physical attraction."

He looked into her eyes, but remained silent.

"So, what's the problem?" she questioned, after a few moments, running her right hand up his chest. "It's not like we haven't fucked before."

"You shouldn't be doing that," Ben said.

"Why not, Ben?" she asked, playfully.

"Because Gaby's not here," he said.

"And, you can't fuck me without Gaby?" Andy teased.

"It's not a question of the physical act," he said.

"I know that," Andy countered, "we've already done the physical part."

"Yes, with Gaby there," Ben allowed. "Gaby and I play with others, or allow each other to play, but only while the other is there, or with permission."

Andy made the sound of a whip cracking.

"You poor boy," she said. "You're whipped."

He looked at her and smiled.

"No, it's not whipped," Ben said. "It's love. I love Gaby, and I won't do anything to fuck up our relationship. I trust her and she trusts me."

"Christ, Ben," Andy sighed. "My crush on you just got even bigger."

He laughed as she turned and walked over to her coat.

"Gaby gave me something to give you," Andy said, bending at the waist, allowing him an excellent view of her perfect ass.

She reached in a pocket, pulled out a small envelope, and handed it to Ben. He held it up to his ear.

"It's not ticking," he said.

"No, we used a digital timer," Andy said, with a wink.

Ben opened it, making as show of doing so cautiously, as if it might actually explode. Inside, he found a note. He recognized the handwriting as Gaby's.

Ben, You didn't think I'd head off to the sun and sand, and leave you with nothing, did you? Have fun with Andy. I love you. – Gaby PS: Don't forget the rules.

He laughed out loud.

"I love you, too, Baby" he whispered.

"Have you read this?" he asked Andy, holding up the note.

"I was there when Gaby wrote it," she answered. "We talked about things before she left for Miami."

"So, if you had this," he asked, "what was that little seduction scene about?"

"I was testing you," she said, smiling.

"Just you?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" she returned.

"Was it just you testing me? Or, Gaby, too?" he asked.

"It was me. Gaby didn't know anything about it, I swear," she said.

He looked at her for a few moments, remaining silent...thinking.

"Hey, what are the rules?" she asked, finally.

"What?" he asked, snapping back to awareness.

"When the three of us played together, Gaby mentioned three rules," Andy said. "And, she mentioned them again in that note."

"Well, number one is: I have to use a condom when having sex with anyone but Gaby," he said.

"I kind of figured out that one," she said.

"Number two is: When I cum, it's Gaby's," Ben continued. "That one is flexible. We usually play it by ear."

"Yes, we broke that one last time," Andy recalled. "And, it would be impossible to abide by that rule tonight."

He nodded in agreement.

"So, if we're gonna go to dinner, I need to hit the shower first," Ben said, slipping by her and walking back into the hallway leading past the front door, and toward the bathroom and bedroom.

"Hey," she exclaimed.

"Yes?" he asked, without stopping.

"What's rule three?" she demanded.

"Huh?" he teased.

"Rule three," she said, loudly, as he turned left, disappearing into the bathroom.

She hesitated for a few moments, then heard water running. She walked down the hallway. The bathroom door had been left halfway open. She entered without knocking.

Ben, already naked, stepped into the tub. He pulled the clear plastic shower curtain along the metal rod, separating them.

"Are you going to tell me?" Andy asked.

"What?" he said, lowering his head into the spray of hot water. "I can't hear you."

"Gaby told me you're a stubborn man," Andy said, watching him reach for a bottle of shampoo.

"You should know by now that 'stubborn' and 'man' are a bit redundant?" he asked.

She laughed for a few seconds.

"I thought you couldn't hear me," she said, reaching down to slip off her boots.

He didn't answer as he rinsed his hair. She stood up as he poured bodywash into his hand. While he ran his hands over his torso, she pulled her shirt up over her head and dropped it to the floor. Ben watched her through the curtain, admiring her breasts.

Andy turned away. Looking back at him over her right shoulder, she slipped her fingers inside the top of the leggings. As she pushed them downward, she bent over, giving him a full view of her now bare ass. He stopped washing himself and watched as she extracted her feet from the pleather.

She straightened her body and turned to face him once more. He could see her closely trimmed strip of dark pubic hair. His hands traveled downward and he lathered his lower body as she approached the curtain. She entered the tub and stood behind him, placing her hands on his back as he rinsed off.

He turned and pulled her under the spray of the water. Andy raised her hands to her hair. She opened her mouth to complain, but he stopped her voice with a kiss. Her hands fell to his shoulders, then to his hips as he wrapped his arms around her.

The kiss became more passionate, their tongues dancing, each pushing against the other. She moaned into his mouth as she embraced him, and leaned into him, forcing him back to the tile wall beneath the showerhead.

Andy reached down to grab his stiffening cock, stroking his length.

"Fuck," he gasped, breaking the kiss.

He moved his hands down her back. He turned her 90 degrees and slipped his right hand between her legs, finding her clit. Her body nearly doubled over as electricity shot through her every nerve.

"Yessss," she hissed, as he manipulated her roughly. "Gaby told me you have magic fingers."

"Did she?" he asked, rhetorically.

Steadily rubbing between her legs, he gave her several small kisses, and teased her by pulling back as she tried to kiss him in return.

"I can't believe how hot you are, Andy," he said, looking down her body.

She tried to nod, but her mouth fell open as two fingers pressed between her lips. Entering her slowly, they quickly becoming slick with her juices. As he went deeper, she released his cock and grabbed at his right wrist. He did not relent. Instead, he began increasing the force and speed of his movements, finger fucking her harder and faster.

Ben moved his mouth to her neck, kissing and biting the sensitive skin there. He worked his left hand in between her and the wall. Finding her ass, he slid his fingers over her cheeks. She moaned and he raised his head to look at her.

"Ohhhh, Bennn..." she cried. "Make me cum."

Her knees threatened to buckle and he pressed his body against hers to hold her up. She tried, struggling against the pleasure racing through her body, to wrap her arms around him – she failed, her hands finding his right bicep and left shoulder. Her nails dug into his skin. Behind, he gently poked the tip of his middle finger into her tight hole. Her body stiffened against his, and she held her breath for several seconds. As she relaxed, he gently but deliberately wiggled it deeper...advancing until he reached his last knuckle.

Only a minute later, her body began to tremble.

"Yes! Yes," she moaned. "I'm cumming."

Her cunt squeezed his fingers, making it difficult for him to move. He did not stop trying, forcing his fingers into her as she gasped for breath.

"That's right, cum for me," he demanded.

Her orgasm overwhelmed her senses, and her body convulsed violently. He fought to hold her securely as a cloud of steam enveloped them.

Ben gave her no time to recover, continuing to fuck her with his thick fingers. Again, she gripped his wrist weakly, as if trying to stop him. He would not be denied in his carnal quest to please her. Her second orgasm washed over her before the first had completely receded.

"Jesus," Andy whispered, several minutes later, when she finally managed to catch her breath, "Gaby wasn't lying about those fingers."

"I do what I can," he said, smiling.

Her right hand found the shaft of his cock. She stroked slowly, as he gingerly let his fingers slip from inside her. Her mouth fell open as they exited. He made sure her legs would support her, then twisted to rinse his hands in the multiple streams of water spraying from above and behind.

"What can I say?" he moaned as she squeezed his thickness. "I love making a woman cum."

"You do it very well," she allowed.

"Does that mean you want more?" he asked.

"Well..." she began, but trailed off.

"What?" he asked.

"Gaby told me about something you do to her sometimes," she said, obviously trying to control the excitement in her voice.

"What is that?" he asked, already sure he knew the answer.

Andy blushed and looked away. He didn't help her, wanting to hear her say it.

"She..." she stammered, "she told me you tongue her ass."

He smiled.

"I do," he granted.

She remained silent.

"Is that what you want?" he asked her.

She nodded.

"Why are you so nervous all of a sudden?" he asked.

"I don't know," she began. "I...just feel shy about asking for it."

"You? Shy?" he mocked.

He smiled as he stifled a laugh. She looked at him.

"And, now you want it?" he asked, pushing the issue.

"Yes," she said, with more confidence. "Will you do it to me?"

"I'd love to stick my tongue in that perfect ass," he said. "Turn around."

As she did so, he edged his way past her. He grabbed the bottle of bodywash and poured out a small amount, letting it drop onto her spine, right in the small of her back. She squealed as the green gel slowly oozed its way downward between the cheeks of her ass.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 09



He used his left hand to lather her, pushing his fingers between her cheeks, brushing her asshole.

"Oh, God," Andy gasped.

Ben adjusted the spray to rinse her, then pulled her toward the back of the shower. He turned their bodies so that she faced him, and guided her backward another step. She nearly screamed when her warm shoulder blades touched the cool tiles. He carefully knelt in front of her and looked up into her eyes.

She reached out to put her hands on his head. He leaned forward and kissed her inner thigh. His hands found her ankles and moved slowly upward. Reaching her knees, he pulled at the left, lifting it. She bent her knee and he guided her foot to the edge of the tub, opening her legs slightly.

He moved his right hand between her legs, slipping two fingers inside her, as he pushed his tongue against her clit. She moaned loudly and pulled him into her.

Ben removed his fingers from her cunt, replacing them with his tongue.

"Oh, God," she cried, raking her fingers through his short hair.

His hands moved to her ass, and he squeezed her cheeks hard. She gasped for breath as his assault on her continued.

"Are you ready?" he asked, removing his tongue abruptly.

Andy looked down at him.

"I want to cum again," she said.

"Turn around," he ordered.

Her body trembled as she stared into his eyes for a moment before she complied.

"Put your hands on the wall," he said.

Ben put his hands on her hips and pulled, forcing her to take a small step backward. He placed his left hand in the middle of her back, pushing her until her chest made contact with the tile. Bending slightly, her ass poked out toward him. She looked back at him over her right shoulder as he grabbed her cheeks and spread them.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" he asked, moving his face closer to her, almost teasing her.

"Yessss," she whispered.

His lips made contact with her right cheek. He let his tongue trail over her skin for a moment, before he moved to her left cheek. Despite the spray of water hitting the wall behind him, he heard her breath catch in her throat.

For a second, he considered teasing her further, but his own desire urged him on. He pushed his face between the cheeks of her ass. Sticking out his tongue, he touched her little hole.

"Fuuuuck," Andy cried, raising herself onto her tip-toes.

He pushed his tongue against her as he maneuvered his right hand between her legs. His fingers found her wetness, and he again thrust two inside her. Her body stiffened for a moment, then began to shake. Her breath came in deep sobs as her ass shook against him, and she clawed at the tiles.

"That was fast," Ben said, pulling back and looking up at her.

"Don't stop! Don't stop," she pleaded, reaching back for him.

He moved his face back to her. Her body jumped as his tongue again found its target. The fingers of her right hand raked through his hair. He struggled to wiggle his tongue between her cheeks, while also trying to hold her in place as she squirmed.

Barely a minute passed before her body convulsed, pushing her butt back against his face.

"Jesus! Oh, Jesus," she moaned. "Oh, Ben!"

He continued moving his tongue and fingers as she came yet again. Her knees nearly folded, but he held her between himself and the wall. She reached out to grab the shower curtain, nearly ripping it down.

As her breathing slowed, Ben removed his tongue from her skin. He let his fingers slip from inside her. Feeling her try to steady herself, he carefully stood up, planting kisses along her spine as he did so.

She looked at him. Her mouth moved, but no words came out. She tried to turn toward him, but he held her in place, pushing his body against hers. He kissed her lips, and then her cheek, before moving his mouth to her ear. He whispered.

"Yes," she whimpered. "Anything. I'll do anything you want, Ben. Just fuck me. Please."

She reached back, slid her right hand between their bodies and grabbed his erect cock. She stroked up and down his shaft several times, then guided his hardness to her. His mind clouded by desire, he wanted nothing more than to be inside her.

The tip of his cock slipped between the cheeks of her ass. They both gasped at the sensation. He shifted his hips, nudging the head against her asshole.

"Do it," she demanded, moving her hands to her ass and spreading her cheeks for him.

She shook her bottom and pushed back toward him, trying to take him inside her. He grabbed his shaft with his right hand as he pushed forward.

"Oh, God, Ben," Andy moaned, as her asshole stretched to accept his head.

He switched hands on his cock. He moved his right around her body and between her legs. Her body went rigid as his fingers danced over her clit.

"More," she ordered, straining her arms to claw at his hips.

Moving forward steadily, he penetrated another inch, before stopping. He waited a few moments, then pulled back a fraction of an inch, and again slid himself into her, going deeper this time.

"Keep going," Andy growled, moving her hands to the wall. "I want it all."

Ben repeated his actions, carefully advancing himself into her a little at a time, and struggling to control himself as he did so. He groaned at the feeling of her ass enveloping his cock – the heat, the tightness, the way she gripped him.

By the time he managed to work his entire length into her ass, her body was trembling against his. He slipped his left arm between her and the wall, holding her tightly as he began moving his hips faster. Her body threatened to double over each time he pulled back, the suction driving them both toward orgasm.

Andy's breath came in deep gasps, her hands balled into fists, and they both grunted with each thrust.

"Yesss," she said, forcefully, "fuck my ass."

He tried to whisper in her ear, but his brain found it impossible to focus long enough to form words. His empty breath blew across her cheek. Ben knew he couldn't last much longer. He continued pumping himself into Andy, fighting a losing battle against his own body, and manipulating her clit.

"Andy," he moaned, before his voice trailed off.

She knew.

"Cum in me," she cried. "Give it to me."

"I..." he began as he reached the point of no return.

He squeezed, crushing her against his body as he convulsed, firing stream after stream of cum deep into her ass. His orgasm pushed her over the edge once more. She screamed as she came, again scratching at the tiles in front of her.

Ben felt as if every ounce of his strength was flowing into Andy. His knees nearly buckled as he held her, their bodies still shuddering. They tried to remain motionless as their breathing slowed and their heart rates returned to normal. Andy turned her head to look at him.

"Ben, I am fucking yours," she said. "Anything you want, I'll do it. I swear."

He looked into her eyes, knowing she was serious.

"That was incredible," he whispered.

She smiled, and tried to press her lips to his as he leaned against her. A thought flashed danger red in Ben's mind. His head fell to Andy's right shoulder and shook side to side.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He lifted his head to look at her.

"Rule one," he said.

"What?" she asked.

"I'm supposed to wear a condom if we fuck," he said.

Andy sighed.

"Don't worry. Gaby will never know," she said. "I won't tell."

"I'm not worried about you telling," he said. "But, I know what happened."

Ben twisted his body, moving his hips just enough to allow his softening cock to slip from her ass. A low moan escaped her lips.

"Even for this?" she asked, a moment later. "I mean, it's not like I'm going to get pregnant this way."

His mind was still swimming in the sea of pleasure following his orgasm. He tried to think about what she'd said. It seemed like a good point.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

She nodded and he withdrew his hands from her body, letting her stand on her own. She turned to face him, then leaned in to kiss him.

"I've never cum that much in my life," she whispered, when their lips parted. "I lost count."

"I'm happy I could help," Ben said, smiling.

"Hey, did you say something about going to dinner?" she asked, as she cleaned herself.

"I vaguely recall saying we could go eat," he answered, doing the same.

The hot water ran low as they finished. Ben grabbed her. She screamed as he playfully pushed her toward the rapidly cooling spray of water.

"Don't you dare," she yelled, and tried to escape his grasp.

He held her for a few more seconds, then let her free, avoiding a cold water shock. They dried off and dressed languidly, taking their time, stopping a few times to kiss. After asking what kind of food she'd like for dinner, and loaning her one of his hockey jerseys to wear over her t-shirt, they climbed into his Jeep and set off for Ben's favorite diner.

"Are you going to answer my question?" she asked, as they ate.

"Which question is that?" he asked in return.

"You know exactly what I mean," she countered.

He smiled as he slipped a cheese and gravy covered French fry into his mouth.

"Rule three," he said, when he finished chewing, "is: If I fall in love with someone we're having sex with, and leave her, Gaby will rip my balls off."

"Ouch," Andy said.

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Has that been a problem in the past?" she asked.

"Never," he answered, truthfully.

"And, now?" she asked, giving him that look again, entrancing him with her eyes.

"I...," he began, then paused.

Her eyes widened and her lips parted as she wondered what his delayed answer might be.

"How about those Rangers?" he asked, clumsily trying to change the topic.

She considered this for a moment.

"Why are you afraid to answer that question?" she pressed.

Ben knew he could not give a truthful answer without causing a problem. He thought for another minute while she waited.

"Look," he said, finally, "I like you...very much. You're beautiful. You seem to be a good person. You're smart, and funny, and fun. And, we obviously have a scary chemistry."

She remained silent.

"And, that hair is driving me crazy," he added.

Andy smiled.

"So, what does all that mean," she asked.

"I don't know," Ben said, slowly. "Like I said before, I love Gaby."

"OK," Andy said, unsure what to make of Ben's answer.

They finished eating in silence.

The drive back to the apartment took only a few minutes. They arrived after dark. In the dim light shining on the back door, Ben fumbled with his keys. Andy leaned against him, letting her breasts brush his arm.

"Come on, Ben," she teased. "Get it in the hole."

"Oh, I'll get it in," he said, sliding the key in and turning.

They stepped through the doorway and Ben let Andy take the lead going up the steps. Knowing he was staring, she lifted his jersey and her t-shirt, allowing him a better view of her pleather clad ass.

"Women know 'gentlemen' let us go first so you can stare at our ass," she said, looking back at him over her right shoulder.

"That's true," Ben admitted. "Can you really blame us though? A nice ass makes life worth living."

She stopped in the middle of the stairway.

"I can't argue with that," she said.

"Man, these pants are terrific," Ben said. "I mean, they've got to be the greatest pants ever invented."

"You're a perv," Andy laughed.

"Yeah," he agreed. "But the guy who invented these should get a Nobel Peace Prize, or something."

Ben reached out to run his hands up her legs to her cheeks. A moan escaped his lips. She returned the sentiment. He squeezed, then turned his hands to slip his thumbs between her legs.

"You are a dirty boy," Andy whispered.

He moved his fingers back and forth over her lips through the pleather.

"Did you mean what you said...about doing anything for me?" he asked.

Their eyes met.

"Yes," she whispered. "Why?"

"There's something I want?" he said.

"I thought you got what you wanted before we got out of the shower," she teased.

"I want something else," he said.

"Anything you want," she said, slowly and deliberately enunciating each word.

He pushed her, gently urging her up the stairs. As they reached the top and turned right, entering the hallway leading toward his apartment, Andy stopped short and Ben bumped into her from behind. He looked past her to see Mrs. Moynahan. He tried to avoid letting his face betray his disappointment.

"Benjamin," Mrs. M said, acid dripping from her tone.

"Hello, Mrs. Moynahan," he said, quietly.

The eyes of the older woman traced over Andy.

"How is your fiancé?" she asked.

"Oh, she's doing well," he answered, while moving Andy past her. "She's in Miami until Sunday."

"And, you've got...company," Mrs. M observed.

"Well, you know what they say," Ben said, smiling, "when the cat's away..."

Mrs. Moynahan shook her head and let out a loud harrumph, before walking into the stairway. Ben couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard her mumble the words "heathens," and "fornicators."

"I'm certainly not going to miss her," he whispered.

Andy stifled a laugh as she and Ben continued to his door.

"So, my dear," Andy said, once he'd closed the door behind them. "What filthy little thing would you like me to do?"

As he led her to the living room, he laid out what he wanted. He took a seat in "The Ben Chair." Andy leaned over his body.

"You are a kinky boy," she whispered, in his ear.

He nodded as she stood up. She looked down at him and frowned.

"Well, you're not going to get what you want with your clothes on," she said. "Strip!"

Ben stood up and began removing his clothes. Andy walked toward the bathroom. As Ben finished undressing, she returned with a medium-sized towel. She dropped it on the arm of the chair, as Ben sat down again.

Andy stood in front of him, letting her hips sway back and forth seductively. She grabbed the bottom of the hockey jersey, pulling it up over her head, and then dropping it into his lap. Her t-shirt followed. She spun around and bent over. He leaned forward and placed his hands on her ass as she took off her boots. He squeezed her cheeks as she straightened her body.

"You like that ass?" she asked, looking back at him over her shoulder.

He nodded, dropping his hands, and leaning back in the chair. Andy turned slowly, moving her body as he watched. She sat down in his lap, placing her hands on the arms of the chair, and rubbed her ass back and forth along his hardening cock. Ben moved his hands to her hips, holding her as she moved. Andy lay back, her back to his chest, and rocked her hips side to side, feeling his thickness between her cheeks.

"Ohhhh, Ben," she cooed.

She placed her hands on his, and then pulled them up her body to her breasts. He squeezed as her hands remained atop his. Turning her head, they kissed as she writhed against him.

"So, nice and hard," she whispered, breaking the kiss.

He nodded. She pulled his hands away from her breasts and let her body slide down his. She twisted around and knelt on the floor between his legs. Her hot breath flowed over his balls as she moved close to him. Once more, she gave him that look, her head tilted down as her eyes looked up at him.

"You're gonna kill me with that look," Ben said.

She smiled and moved upward.

"Well, maybe just a little death," Andy whispered, making reference to a French term – le petit mort.

The tip of her tongue touched his head and his body jumped.

"Easy boy," she laughed, putting her hands on his hips.

He moaned as her tongue trailed down his shaft to his balls. She planted small kisses as she moved back upward. Reaching the top, she took the head of his cock between her lips.

"Fuuuck," he moaned, as her tongue flicked over the tip.

She took more of his now fully erect cock into her warm, wet mouth. Her right hand moved to his shaft and she stroked him as she worked him deeper and deeper. His breathing quickened and his fingers clutched at the arms of the chair.

His shaft became slick with her saliva. She removed her mouth from his cock and watched his face for a moment as her left hand joined her right on his shaft. Gripping him tightly, she began rubbing up and down with both hands.

"Are you gonna give it to me, Ben?" she asked, as she lowered her mouth toward his scrotum.

She didn't see him nod. Her tongue massaged his balls through the wrinkled skin. The excruciating combination of pain and pleasure made his body squirm under her. Again, she took his head in her mouth. He moaned loudly and grabbed at her, letting his fingers rake through her bottle blonde hair, then fall to her bare shoulders.

She sucked him hard, her hands matching the tempo, as her mouth moved up and down. His hips involuntarily lifted of the chair, trying to force more of himself into her mouth. She moaned around his cock, driving him inexorably toward the edge of orgasmic oblivion.

"Cum for me," Andy demanded, letting him slip from her mouth.

She let her breasts brush his cock for a long second as she stood up. Spinning around, she lowered herself onto his lap, her ass resting against his balls, leaving his shaft exposed. Reaching back to grab at his cock, her fingers slipped off the wet skin.

"Do it, Ben," she ordered. "Anywhere you want."

His right hand moved to his cock. His knuckles rubbed against her pleather covered ass as he stroked himself fast and hard. She took his left hand in hers. Their fingers intertwined and they both squeezed.

"Get on the floor," he grunted.

Andy released his hand and dropped to the floor, positioning herself on her hands and knees. Ben slipped off the chair and moved up behind her, pressing his hips against her ass. He planted his left hand in the middle of her back and pushed her down until her chest touched the floor, leaving her ass up in the air. Ben's right hand moved quickly now, his knuckles banging against her asshole as he jerked off. She slipped her right hand back between her legs and rubbed her clit hard and fast. She, too, was close.

"Ohhhh, God," Andy sighed.

"I'm gonna cum," he cried out. "I'm gonna..."

"Yessss," she yelled, trying to look back at him. "Shoot it all over me, Ben!"

Even as she gasped for breath, she stuck out her tongue as if wanting to catch some of his semen. He bowed over her as his body bucked violently. A long stream of cum shot from his cock, and landed on her skin, stretching up to her right shoulder blade. This drove her past the point of no return. Her body stiffened, then shook as an orgasm exploded through her. She moaned loudly.

"Fuck, yes," he grunted. "Andy!"

She struggled to stay upright, pushing back against him as he ejaculated again and again. Ben fought to pull back a few inches, spraying sticky cum onto the ass of her leggings.

As his body relaxed, he leaned against her, his weight forcing her down flat on the floor, even as her body continued to shake. He lay on top of her, feeling her tremble while her orgasm faded slowly. His own body quivered as aftershocks rolled through him.

He let out a long breath, then carefully rolled to his right, flipping onto his back. Andy looked at him, she reached out to take his hand. They did not speak or move for several minutes.

"Is that what you wanted?" Andy asked, when her breathing returned to normal.

He nodded, before raising his head to look at her body. They were both covered with his cum. In a few places he could see the milky fluid smeared on her black leggings.

"That is fucking hot," he said, hoarsely.

She put her right hand on his chest and pushed him down again. Moving closer, she kissed his chest. Coming to some of his semen, she licked it up.

"Mmmm," she said. "You taste good."

He moved his left hand toward her. She lifted her upper body, allowing him to slide it under her. Lowering herself, she lay on her stomach, resting on his arm, with her head on his chest. They lost track of time as they cuddled on the cool – now sweaty – hardwood floor.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 09



"Should we get up?" she asked, finally.

"Absolutely not," he said. "We should never move from this spot."

Five more minutes passed before Ben sat up. He reached out for the towel Andy'd brought from the bathroom. Gingerly, he wiped off her back, and her leggings, before cleaning himself.

"Did you get it all?" she asked.

"I think so," he said, inspecting her closely.

"You can put more on me anytime you want," she whispered.

"Feel like heading to the bedroom?" he asked, struggling to stand up.

"Absolutely," she said, with a smile.

Ben helped Andy to her feet and led her down the hallway.

Saturday morning, Ben's cell phone rang. He and Andy were spooning, his chest against her back. Without opening his eyes, he rolled over and felt for his phone on the nightstand. After a few seconds of fumbling about, he opened one eye, squinting against the sunlight coming through the window. As he picked up the phone, he caught sight of the alarm clock – 10:53am.

"Hello," he managed to say, more asleep than awake.

"Hey, Babe," Gaby said.

"Hey," he said, still clearing away the cobwebs of sleep in his brain.

"Are you still in bed, lazybones?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Mmmm, hmmm," he allowed.

"Is Andy still there?" she asked.

He opened both eyes and looked at the other side of the bed. He gazed at Andy's bare shoulders, then her chest, as she rolled over toward him.

"Yes," he said, with a smile Gaby could almost hear.

"I take it you two had fun?" she asked, rhetorically.

"Oh, yeah," he said.

"Is she awake?" she asked. "Let me talk to her."

Ben handed the phone to Andy.

"You skank," Gaby said, loudly, when Andy answered. "What are you doing with my man?!"

Andy burst out laughing while Ben looked on, left wondering what could be so funny. It took several seconds before Andy could respond.

"I'm doing all the dirty things he likes, bitch," Andy said.

Ben's eyes went wide. The two women talked for more than a minute while Ben watched helplessly.

"You better stay away from my baby daddy," Gaby warned, before Andy returned the phone to Ben.

Gaby was still giggling when he again greeted her.

"Women are going to be the death of me," he said.

"Oh, you love it," she said, "two hot chicks fighting over you."

It was Ben's turn to laugh. They spoke for several more minutes.

"I guess I'd better get dressed and do the 'walk of shame' out of here," Andy said, after Ben hung up.

"Want to get breakfast first?" Ben asked, smiling.

Andy leaned against him. She kissed his lips, then moved down to his neck. Without stopping, she trailed her tongue down to his chest.

"That's not exactly what I had in mind," Ben said, letting his fingers trace over her skin as she moved lower, "but, this is good, too."

Sunday morning, Ben arrived at the airport with enough time to park his Jeep and go inside. He'd printed a sign – Gabrielle Sarsaparilla Armadilla – to hold for Gaby. His mind turned over and over while he watched the numbers change on the flight status board.

She smiled when she caught sight of him. Carrying her backpack, she ran and jumped into his arms, knocking him backward a step as he struggled to catch her.

"I missed you, Baby," she said, a minute later, when she broke their kiss.

"I can tell," Ben said, smiling. "Have you been doing your special exercises."

She laughed at him.

"We need to get home fast," she said, looking into his eyes.

"OK," he said. "Should we get your other bags first?"

"Fuck 'em," she whispered.

He began to laugh, but she stopped him with another kiss. It took a full minute – and the disapproving or envious stares of several people around them – before they moved off toward the baggage claim area.

The drive home went slowly. The airport and the highway were busy; full of people returning from weekend trips. Gaby chatted about the conference – saying she'd picked up one or two things she might try in her classroom – and about Miami. She noticed that Ben was remaining quiet – quieter than usual.

They decided to grab some Chinese take-out for dinner. Sitting on the couch, they ate, and watched TV. As they cleaned up their dishes, Gaby brought up the subject she sensed Ben had been avoiding.

"So," she asked, standing at the sink, "how is Andy?"

He hesitated for a moment.

"She's good," he said, finally.

"You guys had fun?" Gaby asked.

"Yes, we did," he allowed, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

"You don't sound sure," she said, looking back at him over her shoulder.

"Oh, we did," he said. "Several times."

"Then what's wrong?" she asked, quietly

"We...I...broke...some of the rules," he said.

She turned to face him.

"Some," she questioned, walking over to him.

He nodded.

"Well, I knew you'd have to break rule two," she said. "I was 1,000 miles away."

Another nod.

"And, rule one?" she asked.

He explained what had taken place in the shower the previous Friday. She thought for a moment.

"OK," she said. "On a technicality, since it was anal penetration, not vaginal, you're safe there. I mean, I don't have to worry about Andy getting pregnant, right?"

"Right," Ben confirmed.

She went quiet for several seconds before proceeding.

"What about rule three?" she asked, cautiously.

He looked up at her and reached out to take her hand. He pulled her to him.

"I'm really attracted to Andy," he said.

Ben felt Gaby's body stiffen. Her hand tried to withdraw from his.

"What..." she began, hesitantly. "What does that mean? Do you love her?"

"Yes and no," he said.

She looked at him quizzically.

"On some level I do," he allowed.

"Are you saying you're going to leave me?" she asked.

"No," he said, emphatically. "The feelings I have for Andy only clarified what I feel for you, Gaby."

"And, that is?" she asking, prodding him.

"I love you," he said. "Like no one I've ever known. I just wanted to tell you how I feel, because I want you to trust me, and believe me when I tell you I love you."

"Do you feel guilty?" she asked.

"Yes," he answered, truthfully.

"Are you sorry?" she asked.

"Yes, of course," he said. "I don..."

"Then say it," she ordered, cutting off his statement.

"I'm sorry, Gaby," he said, quietly.

She looked down at him for a few moments, and then a wide grin spread across her face.

"You big dummy," she said in a whisper, crawling onto his lap. "I knew you were attracted to Andy. I could tell the moment I introduced you to her."

He looked into her eyes as she put her hands on his cheeks.

"I know you better than you know yourself," she said, laughing. "And, I never would have let Andy come over here if I didn't trust you."

"Why you dirty little..." he began. "You know what happens when you tease me."

"I could've asked any of our friends to come over," Gaby said, "Whitney, Kate, Denise...even Brit."

He tilted his head at the way her voice changed when she said Brit's name.

"Yes, I feel the same way about Brit," she said. "I love her. But, I don't love her the way I love you."

He hugged her body to his, squeezing tightly.

"I've told you, I'm your girl and you're my guy," she said. "I'm not letting you get away."

He turned his head and kissed her, long and deep.

"Mmmm, you taste like sesame chicken," she said, standing and pulling him to his feet.

"You taste like eggroll," he countered, following her to the bedroom. 



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 10



"Ben," Gaby called out. "We need you."

He walked toward the door leading from his office into what had been their living room, but which had been, for the afternoon, converted into a breezy, sunlit yoga studio. Gaby and five friends: Whitney; Whitney's girlfriend, Bridget; Gloria; Mona, and Mimi had spent the last hour stretching and twisting themselves into poses such as downward facing dog, caterpillar, cat, cowardly lion, and many others.

Ben wasn't complaining. Though Gaby had invited him to join in their work out, he'd sequestered himself in his office and watched television while pretending to write - something, he chided himself silently, he seemed to be doing a lot lately. But, on the two occasions he'd made his way through the crowded "studio" - carefully stepping around the women, their mats, towels, and water bottles - on his way to and from the bathroom and the kitchen, he thoroughly enjoyed the sight of the six woman dressed in skin-tight yoga pants and sports bras. Even Bridget, a voluptuous, pale-skinned, redhead who possessed the largest breasts he'd ever seen - or, more correctly, hoped to see someday - wore a sports bra. The material struggled to contain her fleshy 38DDD bosom.

As he entered the living room, he saw the other five women kneeling around Mimi, who lay on the hardwood floor - on her back. Ben moved closer and saw a grimace of pain through a light sheen of sweat on her normally radiant caramel-colored face.

"What happened?" Ben asked, moving over to stand next to Gaby.

"Mimi hurt her back," Gaby said.

"Is it bad?" Ben asked.

"I think it's just a pulled muscle," Mimi groaned.

"Lucky bitch," Mona whispered.

"Shush," Gaby laughed, giving Mona a gentle elbow.

Mona gave Gaby a soft push in retaliation.

"Ben, can you use your magic fingers to help her?" Gaby asked, reaching out to touch his hand.

Six pair of pleading eyes looked up at Ben, his large, 6'3" frame towering over them.

"Can you move at all?" he asked Mimi.

"I can try," she said.

"OK, let me grab some stuff first," he said.

She nodded slowly. He disappeared into the hallway leading to the bedroom, returning a minute later, carrying a heavy blanket and a bottle of massage oil. He placed the oil on the floor and spread the blanket on their sturdy - Ben and Gaby occasionally tested it - coffee table. With assistance from Bridget and Whitney, Ben gingerly helped Mimi to her feet. She winced in pain as she positioned herself, face down, on the table.

"Well, girls," Gaby said, once Mimi settled, "I think that's enough exercise for today."

"It's all fun and games until someone pulls a muscle," Gloria said, winking at Mimi.

The five uninjured women rolled their yoga mats, and collected their water bottles and other items. Ben knelt at Mimi's left side, positioning himself between the table and the TV, which still played the yoga video the women had been following. He poured some oil into the palm of his right hand. Mimi's nose detected the delicate scent.

"Sorry," Ben apologized. "All I have is strawberry."

"That's OK," Mimi said, with a small smile. "I like it."

As Ben let the oil warm in his hand, Mona and Gloria said goodbye to Mimi, and expressed their wishes for a quick recovery. Ben snuck a glance at their asses as they walked toward the hallway.

"Don't worry, Honey," Whitney whispered, bending over toward Mimi. "You're in good hands."

She patted Mimi's shoulder, kissed Ben on the cheek, then straightened up, and said goodbye with a smile. As Gaby walked the others to the door, Ben rubbed his hands together, spreading the oil.

"Are you ready?" he asked Mimi.

"Yes," she answered.

He placed his slippery hands on the right side of her back, between the bottom of her bra and the top of her yoga pants. As he moved his hands on her warm skin, Ben tried to avoid staring at her ass. It wasn't easy to do. The pants were nearly see-thru, and he could tell she wore no underwear.

"Ben," Mimi almost moaned, "that feels so good."

Her voice snapped him back to his senses as he alternated the strength of his touch, pressing hard and soft, kneading her brown skin.

"How are you doing, Mimi?" Gaby asked, re-entering the room. "Any better?"

"Still tight," Mimi said.

Gaby frowned. She stood next to Ben for a few moments, watching him carefully work at the muscles in Mimi's back.

"Well, I need to take a quick shower," Gaby said. "Unless you need me, Ben."

"I need you, My Love, like the night needs the moon," he said.

"Jeez," Gaby sighed. "Aren't you a smoothie."

"Go hit the shower, Stinky," he said.

Gaby stuck out her tongue at him.

"Take good care of Mimi," she said, before turning toward the hallway.

"I will," he assured her.

Ben attempted to occupy his mind with other thoughts, but each time he succeeded in focusing on something else, his attention drifted back to Mimi's body. She stood 5'7" - a full five inches taller than Gaby - and possessed a wonderful, womanly build, featuring 36C breasts and 35 inch hips. Normally, her dark brown hair fell just past her shoulders. Now, however, she had it pulled back into a ponytail, trying to keep it out of her way while exercising. Her doe eyes almost perfectly matched the color of her hair.

Ben realized his cock was getting hard in his sweatpants. It didn't help that Gaby'd once told him Mimi was the first woman she'd ever had sex with. They'd met in college, almost instantly becoming best friends. And, though both had boyfriends on and off, they "experimented" with each other during their undergraduate days - and on many occasions since.

As his concentration alternated between the massage he was giving and the thoughts running through his fevered mind, Mimi suddenly pulled her sports bra upward. It slipped over her head and she dropped it to the floor.

"Can you go a little higher, Ben?" she asked, her face turned away from him as she lay on the table.

"Sure," he answered.

He reached for the bottle of oil and poured more into his right hand. She sighed as his hands again touched her skin. He moved up over her right shoulder blade, pushing hard.

"Oh, just like that," she exhaled.

Ben was barely able to contain a moan. He dragged his fingers down her spine, going to the top of her pants, before moving to her right and upward again, while pressing into the muscles of her flank. As his hands moved, she inhaled and exhaled slowly; deeply; trying to control herself.

"Feeling any better?" Ben asked, fighting to keep his voice even.

"Much," she sighed.

He reduced the pressure he exerted on her, letting his fingers trail over her skin.

"Should I turn over now?" she asked.

The question caught him off guard. He let his hands slip from her body.

"If you'd like," he said, recovering quickly.

Mimi twisted her body, flipping onto her back. Ben's eyes traced over her breasts. Her dark nipples were already hard. Again, he reached for the bottle of oil. As he poured a handful, Mimi slid her hands inside the waistband of her pants and pushed them down to her ankles. Sitting up, she removed her socks, then kicked off the pants. She lay back on the table and looked at Ben.

"You may continue," she said, with a laugh.

He looked up and down her body, and though her legs were closed, his eyes lingered on the shaved area below her navel. As he watched, her legs parted. Her knees bent and she placed her feet on the floor.

"Ben," Mimi said.

He looked at her face.

"Keep going," she whispered.

Ben turned his right hand, letting the excess oil drip onto her stomach. He began to spread it slowly, widening the circle of slick skin. He looked at her face as his fingers brushed the very bottom of her breasts. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth fell open. She let out a long sigh. He watched her breasts fall as she exhaled deeply.

Sure now that Mimi and Gaby had invented the "pulled muscle" story, he teased Mimi with his hands. Knowing what she wanted, he moved his hands to her sides, sliding them upwards under her arms, and then back downward until he reached her hips. He repeated this action as her breathing deepened.

When his hands proceeded upward for the third time, he let his fingers slip over her shoulders and then trace along her collarbones. He watched as Mimi licked her lips. Her right hand reached out and grabbed Ben's t-shirt; balling it into a fist, she tugged at the material. His hands came together and he dragged them between her breasts, down across her stomach, then parted to cross over her hip bones.

He continued teasing her by letting his hands migrate to her inner thighs. He squeezed her skin, before twisting his hands around to the outside of her thighs and moving upward again. When he reached her waist, Mimi's hand released his shirt and slipped downward, bumping against his cock.

"Well," she cooed, opening her eyes to look at him. "Feels like I'm not the only one getting excited."

Her hand pressed against his sweatpants, again finding his hardness. She wrapped her hand around him and stroked slowly.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" Ben asked.

"Yesss," Mimi hissed.

He placed his right hand between her legs. His fingertips walked upward slowly, brushing against her wetness, and finding her clit. Her body stiffened. She gasped and squeezed his cock. His fingers trailed down her engorged lips. Slipping his middle finger between them, but not inside her, he discovered how soaked she had become. His forefinger joined the middle, quickly becoming coated in her juices.

Ben placed his left hand on her right shoulder as his fingers again found her button. Her body jumped as he began rubbing around her clit in small circles. He slowly increased the speed and force of his rubbing, occasionally pressing directly against her bud. She began to breathe in great sobs as she writhed on the table.

"God," Mimi groaned. "Gaby wasn't lying about those fingers."

His left hand slid over her oily chest to her left breast. He let his fingers trace around her nipple, then let it fill the palm of his hand as he squeezed the fullness of her fleshy globe. He repeated his actions on her right breast as he pushed a finger into her cunt, going all the way to his knuckle. Again, her hand clutched his cock, and he moaned.

"More," she demanded in a harsh whisper.

Ben pushed a second finger inside her. He pistoned them in and out quickly, letting his palm brush against her clit. Her feet lifted off the floor as the tension built in her body like a spring being compressed. He pinched her right nipple and she gasped loudly.

"I'm cumming," she grunted, as her body began to convulse.

She let go of his cock and closed her eyes tightly. A long moan escaped her lips as she shook. Ben leaned against her, using his body and left hand to keep her from squirming off the table. He continued wiggling his fingers inside her, slowing only slightly as her pussy squeezed them.

"Yesss, that's it," Ben whispered, "cum all over my fingers."

Mimi tried to speak, but either couldn't form intelligible words in her orgasm-addled brain, or couldn't gather enough breath to convey them. Ben smiled as he increased the speed with which he jabbed his fingers into her. Mimi, still awash in the waves of her first orgasm, weakly grabbed at his wrist with her right hand. Her left hand fondled her left breast. She squeezed her own nipple, grimacing at the self-inflicted pleasurable pain.

Her hips lifted from the table and she tried to push herself onto Ben's fingers, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. Ben turned his head and took Mimi's right nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard as he flicked his tongue against her.

"Again," Mimi whimpered.

Ben kissed his way up to her mouth. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as she came again, her body trembling against his. He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed her clit hard and fast. Her knees came up as she nearly doubled over. She clawed at Ben's skin, and moaned loudly as pleasure ripped through her body.

Mimi's body had not yet recovered from her second orgasm when she heard a voice.

"From the sound of things, I figured you could use one of these," Gaby said, from the archway leading into the room.

Ben straightened his body, removing his fingers from Mimi's clit as he turned his head to face his fiancé. Gaby wore a black silk robe, which fell to the middle of her thighs, the sash tied in a bow in front of her. In her right hand, she held a small golden foil packet. Walking over to Ben, she held out the condom. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him.

"Just in time, Babe," he said, before kissing her lips.

His hands quickly found the sash and he pulled it until it loosened. Sliding them up her body, he pushed the silk over her shoulders. The robe fell to the floor at her feet. Gaby was naked underneath. Mimi reached out to Gaby.

"Come here, Gaby," she said. "It's been too long since I've tasted that sweet little pussy of yours."

Gaby left Ben and leaned over to kiss Mimi's mouth. Their tongues danced together as the hands of each became reacquainted with the others' body. Gaby climbed on top of Mimi. The latter wrapped her legs around the former, and their actions quickly became passionate - almost violent - as they wrestled atop the table.

Ben stripped off his clothes, tossing them into a small pile along with Gaby's robe. He picked up the massage oil and poured a liberal amount onto his chest. Putting the bottle aside, he ran his hands through the gooey liquid, spreading it over his torso, then leaned over to kiss Gaby's left shoulder blade. His hands traveled over her back, covering her with the oil. Gaby turned her head.

"Fuck her, Baby," Gaby ordered, breathlessly.

Ben crawled to the end of the coffee table as Gaby carefully slipped off Mimi. She stood up and looked down at her own beautiful dark-olive skin, now covered with oil courtesy of Ben and Mimi. Ben reached out and grabbed Mimi's hips. He pulled her toward him. Her body - and the blanket - slid until her ass hung over the edge of the table. As Ben tore open the condom, Gaby lifted her left leg and cautiously straddled the table, right over Mimi's face.

"Yes," Mimi almost yelled. "Give me that pussy."

She reached up to grab Gaby's legs even as Gaby lowered her hips. Only 5'2", she didn't have to squat very far for Mimi's tongue to reach her sex. Ben watched her mouth fall open as Mimi's mouth found its target. He reached up, placing the fingers of his right hand - which had so recently been inside Mimi - against Gaby's lips. She let them slip into her mouth. Her tongue wound around the digits as she licked Mimi's juices from them. She moaned around his fingers.

With his left hand, Ben moved his latex covered cock to Mimi's wet cunt. He guided his hardness over her clit, and her body shivered at the contact. He pulled his fingers from Gaby's mouth. He let them travel down her chin, over her neck, to her chest. She grabbed his hand with her right hand, holding it tightly as she rode Mimi's mouth.

"Do it, Ben," Gaby whispered.

Ben pushed the head of his cock inside Mimi. Slowly, he let three inches of his hardness disappear into her before he stopped. Her moan was muffled by Gaby's cunt. He pulled at Gaby and she bent toward him, and he kissed her. She released his hand, licked her fingers, and then began rubbing Mimi's clitoris.

Pulling back slightly, Ben put his hands on Mimi's hips, his fingers squeezing her warm flesh. He pushed forward steadily, sinking another inch of himself in her. Mimi tried to wrap her legs around him, letting him know she wanted more. He thrust forward again, knowing he couldn't go all the way in yet, giving her another two inches.

Gaby stopped rubbing Mimi and strained to stand up straight. She grimaced and teetered unsteadily. Ben reached out and she took his hand.

"No, give it back," Mimi complained.

"I will," Gaby promised. "I have to change position. My thighs just can't stay like that very long."

She crawled onto on the coffee table, placing a knee on either side of Mimi's face. She leaned over Mimi's body. Ben took hold of Mimi's ankles and spread her legs wide as he worked the last of himself into her. Gaby tilted her head slightly, used her fingers to spread the hood around Mimi's clit, and ran her tongue over it.

Mimi moaned loudly. She wrapped her arms around Gaby's hips. Her splayed fingers clutched at Gaby's moist skin, and temporarily obscured the Spanish-style cross tattooed in the small of her back.

"Don't stop," Mimi croaked, as Ben thrust deeply into her.

As Ben pulled back, Gaby again licked Mimi's clit. For more than a minute, the two alternated, thrusting and licking, as Mimi's body writhed against them. Ben lifted Mimi's legs, forcing her ankles to his shoulders. Gaby pulled back. She straightened her body, and let one hand caress her own breasts, the other fell to her clit. Her fingers assisted Mimi's tongue as Ben began slamming himself into Mimi, fucking her hard and fast.

"Give it to her, Baby," Gaby hissed as their eyes locked.

Ben reached out to her, pulling her against him, trapping Mimi's legs between them. He felt the tremors running through her. Mimi's cunt contracted around his cock, squeezing hard as he plunged himself into her again and again.

"She's gonna cum," he managed to say.

His revelation about Mimi drove Gaby over the edge.

"Bennn," she whimpered as her body began to shake.

He strained to kiss Gaby as the two woman came. He slowed his thrusts as he held them, keeping both from falling off the table. His fiancé broke their kiss as she fought for breath. She clung to his shoulders, trying to avoid collapsing on top of Mimi.

As the twin orgasms slowly faded, Ben pulled his cock out of Mimi, gingerly guiding her legs downward until her feet once more rested on the floor. He stood up and grabbed Gaby, lifting her roughly. She gasped at his sudden violence, and tried to wrap her arms and legs around him. Before she could do so, he turned her body, and sat down on the couch, pulling her onto his lap.

Ben grabbed her chin with his left hand and turned her head to face him. He pushed his mouth against hers. His right hand pushed between her legs, brushing her lips roughly. A bolt of electricity shot through her body and she moaned into his mouth. She ground her hips into him, his cock sliding up and down the crack of her ass. Both fought for breath, but neither wanted to break the kiss.

He let go out her chin and clumsily maneuvered his left hand between their bodies, grabbing his cock. Trying to lift her with his right hand, he directed his hardness toward her cunt. They both gasped as the head of his cock slipped inside her. Without pulling back, Gaby slowly, but steadily, lowered herself onto him. She fell back against him. As she enveloped the last of him, she laid her head on his left shoulder, and stopped moving for a few moments.

"Baby," she moaned.

Mimi stood in front of the two. Placing her hands on Gaby's shoulders, she leaned close.

"Come on, ride that cock," she whispered.

Gaby lifted her head and began moving her hips back and forth, shifting Ben's cock inside her. Mimi kissed Gaby's shoulder, then moved down her chest, trailing her tongue between Gaby's breasts and over her flat stomach. She detoured around Gaby's pussy and licked Ben's balls gently. Ben grunted as she took one of his testicles between her lips, sucking it hard.

Mimi stopped torturing Ben and licked her way upward. Her tongue trailing along Ben's shaft and over Gaby's lips, finally reaching Gaby's clit.

"Madre de dios," Gaby nearly screamed.

She put her hands on Mimi's head, trying to hold her in place.

"Sí, es lamer," she demanded.

Ben heard Mimi moan. He wrapped his arms around Gaby and cupped her breasts.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 10



"Que se siente bebé tan bueno," Gaby said, in a voice somewhere between a whisper and a whimper.

Gaby's head returned to Ben's shoulder. As she rode up and down his length, she twisted and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Mimi stood up quickly. Placing her left knee on the couch, she rested against Ben and Gaby. Ben clumsily slipped his right hand between Mimi's legs. He brushed her clit as she pushed away Gaby's face and kissed him. He could taste Gaby's juices on her mouth. She turned and kissed Gaby.

Ben's left hand slowly slid down Gaby's torso, stopping when his fingers reached her clit. Mimi placed her right hand atop his. Their fingers intertwined as they both rubbed Gaby. Gaby wrapped her arms around Mimi. Their slippery bodies pressed together as she rode Ben's cock. Gaby's cunt contracted around Ben's cock. She broke her kiss with Mimi and spun her head to look at Ben over her shoulder.

"I'm gonna cum," she said, telling him nothing her body hadn't already.

He groaned as her body shook against his. Mimi placed her hands on the sides of Gaby's face and kissed her again. Gaby gasped for breath as the orgasm washed over her. Ben wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as she came. Mimi smiled at Ben, then slid over to kiss him deeply.

As her orgasm subsided, Gaby's body went limp, collapsing on top of Ben. He tried to lift his hips, moving himself inside her. She tilted her head to face him, a weak smile creased her face.

"I know, you need to cum, Baby," she whispered. "Just give me a minute to recover."

He smiled and shook his head silently as the fingers of his left hand once more found her wetness.

"You're not done yet, Baby," he said.

"Nooo," she pleaded, grabbing at his wrist and trying to wriggle out of his grasp.

Her resistance melted away as his fingers found her clit.

"Fuuuck," she moaned, loudly.

Ben knew it wouldn't take long. Gaby, being multi-orgasmic, was so sensitive after she came, and he always took the opportunity to drive her to the edge of madness by making her cum over and over again. Mimi leaned over and took Gaby's right nipple in her mouth, sucking it hard.

Gaby came again, writhing on Ben's lap, as he struggled to hold her while manipulating her clit. He did not relent. A fresh assortment of words in her native tongue escaped her mouth. Though he couldn't understand them, her body translated, letting him know she was swimming in a tidal wave of pleasure.

Mimi leaned back against the far side of the couch and played with her own pussy as Ben made Gaby cum yet again. Mimi - moaning loudly - came as she watched. Ben only ceased his efforts when Gaby breathlessly begged him to stop, clawing at his hands and forearms.

"Please," she cried. "Pleeeease!"

"Are you OK, Baby?" he asked in a whisper.

She took several deep breaths before answering.

"Yessss," she said, quietly. "I just...need...a minute."

Mimi crawled to them. She kissed Gaby, then Ben.

"I love it when you do that to me," Gaby continued, "but, I completely lose control."

"That's the whole idea, My Dear," Ben said, letting his hands slide over her skin.

His balls were aching. He tried not to move, letting Gaby relax, but he wanted badly to cum. Mimi slid her right hand between his legs and rubbed his balls.

"Fuuuck," he hissed.

His hips lifted off the couch, forcing his cock into Gaby as they rose a few inches. She gasped as he unintentionally filled her again. Mimi giggled as she climbed off the couch and knelt in front of them. She replaced her fingers with her tongue, again licking along Ben's shaft until she reached Gaby's clit. Battling against the tremors running through her body, Gaby sat up.

"It's Ben's turn," Gaby said, nudging her away.

"Awww, you two taste so good," Mimi said, her bottom lip stuck out in a mock pout.

Cautiously, Gaby stood up, letting Ben's cock slip from her. She moaned as he left her cunt.

"I want you to cum for us, Ben," Gaby said, after she recovered.

Mimi grabbed his cock and stroked him slowly. Standing between the couch and the coffee table, Gaby turned to face Ben.

"Move over here, Baby," Gaby ordered, pointing at the table.

Ben groaned as he stood up. Gaby reached out and stripped the condom from his shaft before he again sat down.

"Lie down," Gaby said, putting a hand on his shoulder and pushing him.

He twisted his body and lay back on the table, spreading his legs and placing his feet on the floor. Gaby knelt on his left side. She directed Mimi to kneel on the other side of the table. Gaby leaned forward, turned her body slightly, and took the head of his cock between her lips, running her tongue over the slit. Ben's moaned loudly. Mimi lowered her head and pushed her tongue against his inner thigh. She worked her way upward to his scrotum. Ben shivered as Gaby took more of him into her mouth, and Mimi again sucked on his balls.

"Fuck, Gaby," he croaked.

He grabbed both their heads and let his fingers rake through their hair. Gaby let the head of his cock slide deeper. She moaned, sending vibrations through him, as her throat grabbed at him, trying to swallow him whole. It took only another minute to push Ben over the edge.

"I'm cumming," he managed to groan.

Always concerned about choking her, he forced himself to move his hand from Gaby's head to her shoulder. He fingers squeezed her damp skin. Gaby waited until the last possible second - until she knew he could hold back no longer - then pulled his cock from her mouth. She grabbed his shaft with both hands and jerked him hard and fast.

"Give me that fucking cum, Ben," she demanded.

Mimi released his balls and bowed over him as his hips bucked violently. His body arched up, his hips lifting off the tabletop as he fired a stream of hot cum onto Gaby's chest. His brain went blank, and he felt as if he were falling as he fired a second time. His hips returned to the table and Gaby aimed him at Mimi's chest. Gaby took one hand off him as his shaft slipped between Mimi's breasts. His cum shot upward, hitting Mimi's neck and chin, as Gaby struggled to keep her right hand on his slippery cock.

"More, Baby," Gaby yelled. "Give me more!"

As he gasped for breath, Gaby pulled his cock from between Mimi's breasts and took him in her mouth, letting the head of his cock slide into the back of her throat as he fired again. Blindly, Ben's hands groped at the bodies of the two women, trying to steady himself as he convulsed.

Invariably, Ben grew hypersensitive after he came, and Gaby continued sucking his cock even after she'd drained him. He writhed as she teased him, driving him to a temporary insanity as she ensured she'd gotten every drop he could offer. He even cried out to a deity he didn't believe in before she stopped.

Gaby let him slip from her mouth. He tilted his head to look down his body at her, and she smiled at him. She made an exaggerated smacking sound with her mouth, and theatrically wiped her chin with the back of her hand.

"A job well done," she said, with a giggle.

Ben could only nod, his heart still beating nearly out of control. Gaby bent over to kiss his stomach. Mimi reached across his body and touched Gaby's shoulder. Gaby straightened and Mimi kissed her - a long, deep kiss lasting nearly two minutes as Ben's breathing returned to normal.

"How's your back?" Ben asked Mimi, finally.

"What?" she asked, breaking the kiss.

"Your back," he repeated. "The pulled muscle."

"Oh, yeah," she said, after a moment. "It's feeling much better."

"Uh huh," Ben said, unconvinced. "Why do I feel like I got pimped out?"

Gaby laughed. She looked down at him and threw up her hands.

"Baby, we have a house to pay for," she said.

"I hope you got at least enough for a full mortgage payment," he said, seriously.

"I don't know how much that is," Mimi said, "but it might be worth it."

"Might?" Ben objected.

"Well, I think a little more would ensure proper value," Mimi said, giving him a wink.

"Maybe we should move to the bedroom," Gaby suggested.

Mimi nodded.

"I don't think I'll ever get off this table," Ben said, not entirely kidding.

"Oh, come on, old man," Gaby teased, pulling at his arm. "We're not done yet."

"You two have already cum about 17 times," Ben observed.

"I could cum another 17 times," Gaby whispered in his ear.

"You hot-blooded Latinas are going to kill me," Ben groused.

"He's on to us, Gab," Mimi laughed. "We're gonna fuck all the gringos to death."

"Ah, but what a way to go," Ben conceded.

"Yes," Gaby said. "You'll die very happy."

She winked at him as she stood up.

"We should hit the shower before we crawl into bed," Gaby said.

"Yes," Mimi agreed, running her hands over her oily body. "We do seem to be a bit slippery...and sticky."

Ben reached up to take Gaby's hand. Though her effort was almost completely ineffective when matched against his bulk, she pulled as he began to sit up. After standing, he dragged Gaby to him. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

"I love you, Baby," he said.

He lowered his face to hers and kissed her mouth.

"I know," she teased, when their lips parted.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 11



Gaby was in her City University office, trying to finish some work before meeting Ben for dinner at a nearby restaurant. She stood - her back to the door - at her filing cabinet, flipping through multi-colored folders, in search of an old research paper she wanted to take home with her.

The poorly lit room was barely larger than an office cubicle. In addition to the filing cabinet, it was crowded with a large, dented, steel desk - probably, she thought, built during the Reagan administration - two mismatched bookshelves filled with books, and two chairs - one a rolling faux leather armchair she used, and the other a low, worn, upholstered chair she guessed might be older than the desk.

It did, however, have one feature which made Gaby choose it over other offices she'd been offered; it had a small window - one that actually opened. Located on the fourth floor, it didn't offer much of a view, but she could leave it open without fear of anyone crawling in.

"Professor D," a male voice said, from the doorway. "Do you have a minute? I need some help."

She stifled a long sigh as she turned around. Her schedule had been the same all semester, yet students routinely waited until the last five minutes of "office hours" to walk in her door.

"What can I..." she began.

"I know it's late in the semester," he said, interrupting her, "but is there anything I can do to raise my grade? Like extra credit."

She almost laughed when she saw him, but stopped herself. His heavy frame filled the doorway, and he was more than a foot taller than Gaby.

"Why don't you have a seat," she said, pointing to the chair closest to the door.

As he sat down, she moved over to lean against the front corner of her desk.

"So, you've been struggling," she said, "and you're just now asking for help?"

"I'm sorry," he said. "I've been trying to muddle through, but it's hard."

Again, she fought to suppress a laugh.

"I know things can be...difficult," she said. "But, you should have come sooner."

She watched as his eyes traveled up her petite, 5'2" body, starting at her strappy, four-inch, black heels; over her dark stockings; her black pencil skirt which ended just above her knees, and up to her pink silk, sleeveless, button-up blouse. His gaze lingered on the outline of her perky 32B breasts, then rose to her face, appreciating her red lips, small cute nose, and deep brown eyes. She was topped off by pixie cut dark brown hair.

"At this point," she said, lifting her ass and sliding back to sit on the desk, "there isn't much that can be done."

"Please, I need to pass your class in order to graduate," he said, as he watched her cross her legs. "I'll do anything."

"You sound pretty desperate," she said.

"I am," he allowed.

"Well," she said, slipping off the desk, "I'm afraid there's only one thing you can do to raise your grade."

She walked over and closed her office door.

"Like I said, I'll do anything," he told her.

"You've been studying?" she asked.

"As much as I can," he said.

"Do you think you could handle an oral exam?" she asked, drifting back to the front edge of her desk.

"I think that's where I perform best," he said.

"Really?" she asked, rhetorically. "Many of my male students have difficulty with them."

"Many?" he questioned, his voice rising slightly, before falling back to a whisper. "Then I'm not the only one, uh, having a hard time?"

A short giggle escaped Gaby's throat. She stood in front of him, very close, between his knees. He could smell her perfume.

"It is a hard subject," she whispered.

"I'd appreciate any help you can give me, professor," he said.

"The secret to mastering any subject or activity is lots of practice," Gaby said, letting her hands fall to the sides of her skirt.

He watched as she pulled the fabric upward. As the hem rose, exposing the top of her thigh high stockings, she lifted her right leg, placing her foot on the chair, between his legs. He placed his hands to her ankle. He looked up into her eyes as his hands proceeded upward slowly, trailing over the nylon.

His fingers traced along the top of her stocking, tickling her skin. Her body quivered. Bunching the skirt around her waist, she reached out to steady herself, placing her right hand on his left shoulder. His hands continued upward. The fingers of his right hand found the crotch of her thong panties. He could feel her heat through the lace.

"Ohhhh," she sighed as his fingers pressed against her lips.

Her fingers fumbled at the buttons of her blouse, trying to open them as he rubbed her.

"Is this OK?" he asked, tentatively.

"It's a good start," she whispered. "But, you might want to work a little faster. This is a timed exam. I have to meet my fiancé soon."

"Your fiancé?" he asked. "If you're engaged, why are..."

"Do you want this extra credit, or not?" she asked, cutting off his question.

He shrugged his shoulders before nodding.

"Then get to work," she ordered.

His left hand squeezed her ass hard. Her body stiffened. He stood up quickly, knocking her off balance. Before she could fall, his strong hands grabbed her upper arms. He walked her backwards until her ass made contact with the edge of the desk. The metal was cool against her cheeks.

"Lie back," he growled.

As she complied, he pushed her legs apart, and knelt between them. Without waiting, he gave the inside of her left thigh a gentle bite. She yelped and her body jumped. He slipped the first two fingers of his left hand inside the front of her panties. He pulled the material aside as his tongue trailed across her skin.

He found her wetness with his mouth and her body involuntarily tried to fold up. He grabbed her right leg and held it against his shoulder; her left dangled over the side of the desk. As his tongue found her clit, he let his fingers slide over her lips. Carefully, he inserted the tip of his forefinger. Her hot, wet cunt clutched at him as he went deeper. He flicked her bud with his tongue, and added a second finger.

"That's it," she whispered. "Just like that."

He began moving his fingers in and out of her, trying to wiggle them as his lips and tongue danced over her most sensitive spots. Quickly, she began to writhe on top of her desk. Her breath came in short gasps, and she put her right hand over her mouth, as if trying to stay quiet. Seeing this, he increased the speed of his efforts, taking her clit between his lips and sucking gently even as he fucked her hard with his fingers.

Even his five o'clock shadow, rough against her inner thighs - and more intimate parts - helped push her toward bliss. Her ass lifted from the desk, but he stayed with her, relentlessly driving her toward the temporary oblivion of orgasm. A moment later, her body convulsed as she went over that edge. She shook violently, and her cunt squeezed his fingers, but he did not take his mouth or fingers from her.

"Yes! Yes, I'm cumming," she hissed, as her legs wrapped around him, pulling him into her.

She let out a long moan as he continued pushing his tongue against her. She tried to speak - to plead with him to keep going, but her climax prevented her brain and mouth from working together. He did not intend to stop. He began to hum against her cunt. The vibrations rumbled though her petite body like an earthquake. Her fingers raked through his short hair as she clawed at his head. Pulling his fingers from her wetness, he grabbed her hips, trying to steady her as she came.

Without waiting for her first orgasm to end, he flicked his tongue against her clit. Gaby's body fell to the desktop as tremors continued to rock her senses. He stood up, carefully letting her legs slip to the desk. His right hand moved between her legs. He rubbed her clit roughly and her body jerked.

"Ohhhh," she whispered, reaching out to grab his wrist with both hands.

She pulled at him as he looked down at her. Their eyes met and he shook his head while increasing the speed and force of his assault. He could feel the strength draining from her hands as he pleasured her. With his left hand, he groped at her bra, pulling it out of place. His fingers danced over her left nipple. He squeezed it gently, then gave it a sharp slap.

"Fuck," she said, through gritted teeth.

He saw a fire ignite in her eyes. She tried to sit up, but he placed his hand in the middle of her chest and pushed her back down to the desktop. His manipulation of her lips and clit grew more intense, and her breathing became uneven.

"Are you going to cum for me, Professor?" he asked.

Without waiting for an answer, he once more slapped her nipple. She gasped. Her right hand captured his left; their fingers intertwined. He pulled her hand up over her head, then awkwardly leaned over her. As he worked her clit, knowing how close she was, he took her left nipple in his mouth. Sucking hard, he pressed his tongue against it as she came again. Her hands pulled free of his and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her fingernails tore at his shirt as her body jerked.

"Cumming," she whimpered.

"Yes," he whispered, lifting his lips from her skin. "Cum for me."

The second orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her toes curled and her hands balled into fists as her last coherent thoughts focused on not crying out his name. Instead, a long, low moan escaped her lips. For a few moments, he watched her face wrinkle in beautiful ecstasy, then - starting between her breasts - he began to kiss his way down her body. Her body shuddered under his lips, and her hands slipped over his shoulders, falling to her chest.

Once he reached her stomach, he slipped his tongue into her belly button for a moment, then looked upward. He watched her breasts rise and fall as her breathing slowed. Small aftershocks ran through her body and she slid her hands over her skin. She pinched her own nipples as she looked at him.

"How was that?" he asked, standing up.

"It was very good," she sighed, "But, I'm not completely satisfied that you have a complete grasp of the material."

He seized her right arm with his left hand, and roughly pulled her up to a seated position. He slid his right hand up her body to her throat. He squeezed and she gasped for breath.

"How's my grasp now?" he asked, moving his face to hers, their noses touching.

She nodded her head a fraction of an inch. He tried to kiss her, wanting her to taste herself on his mouth, but she turned her head as his lips touched hers. He tightened his grip on her neck and tried again.

"No," she croaked, twisting her body, again impotently clutching at his wrist with both hands.

"I want to kiss you," he said.

She struggled to shake her head.

"Only for my fiancé," she whispered.

He smiled as he looked into her eyes for a moment. Releasing her neck, he brought his fingers to her lips.

"Clean them," he demanded.

She opened her mouth, taking the fingers inside. Her tongue swirled around them. A small moan escaped him as she licked and sucked her juices off his fingers. When he was satisfied she'd done what he wanted, he put his left hand on her shoulder and firmly pushed her down again. Gaby lay back on her desk, the bottom half of her ass hanging over the edge.

While she looked at him, he unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, tossing it on the chair he'd recently been sitting in. His t-shirt quickly joined it.

"Wait," she said, suddenly, as he opened his pants, "do you have a condom?"

Wordlessly, a reached in his right front pocket and withdrew a gold foil packet, holding it up for her to see. His pants slid down to his knees as he tore open the package and extracted the lubricated prophylactic. His hard cock stuck out, pointing at her sex. Gaby lifted her head to gaze at it.

"Oh, I think you're going to do very well on the second part of the exam," she said.

"Yeah?" he said more than asked.

"Mmmm, hmmm," she responded.

"Why do you think that?" he pressed.

She smiled.

"It appears the length and breadth of your...knowledge...will be more than sufficient to satisfy the requirement for a passing grade," she said, her eyes locked on his shaft.

He hesitated.

"Are you saying we can skip the second part?" he asked.

"No, no," she insisted. "We have to do it to be sure. I'm just saying you seem to be exceptionally well prepared for this subject."

"OK," he said, sounding unsure.

"You don't have to be nervous," she assured him.

"I'll do my best," he said, as he rolled the latex down the length of his shaft.

"I know you will," she said.

He grabbed Gaby's ankles. Roughly, he pulled her legs upward, then spread them wide. He yanked her panties to the side, exposing her wetness to him. Her head fell back to the desktop as he moved close, letting the tip of his cock push against her. It brushed over her clit and she shivered.

"Put it in me," she ordered, trying to grasp his hardness in her fingers.

He released her left ankle and grabbed his cock. He teased her with it, moving it back and forth over her, then sliding the length over her clit until his balls rested against her wet lips.

"Pleeeeease," she begged.

He stroked himself as he guided his cock to her hole. He pressed the head against her lips. She held her breath as he steadily pushed himself into her. He went just an inch before he stopped. She looked down her body at him.

"More," she demanded.

He pulled back a fraction, then nudged himself forward, going another inch. She gasped. Gaby again put her hand over her mouth as he repeated his action, gently working his entire length into her. Once slick with her juices, he began moving faster. He slid in and out, increasing the speed and force of his thrusts.

Dragging her ankles to his shoulders, he leaned over, folding her body slightly. He placed his hands flat on the desktop as he stabbed into her. She clawed at his biceps, her nails digging into his skin.

"Fuuuck," she hissed, looking into his eyes.

He rammed himself into her, watching her breasts bounce when his hips made contact with her. He pulled back quickly and did it again, and then again, his balls slapping against her asshole. Gaby's breath came in great gasps. She fought the urge to cry out as her cunt tightened around his cock, and an orgasm exploded through every nerve in her body.

Her ankles slipped from his shoulders, sliding down his arms. He again increased the ferocity of his thrusts, even as her cunt squeezed his cock. His body smacked into hers. He fucked her hard, grunting quietly, each time he plunged into her. She moaned, finding herself on the losing side of the battle between pleasure and silence.

"Is this what you want, Professor?" he asked. "You want to be fucked hard?"

At first, Gaby didn't respond with words, but he felt her body convey its satisfaction. Though she was awash in ecstasy, he did not relent in his assault, continuing to plunge himself into her. Her juices coated his balls, and he could feel it beginning to run down his inner thighs. He sensed she was about to lose control. Her eyes were screwed shut, her head lolled from side to side, and each time he thrust deep inside her - completely filling her with his cock - a soft, almost whispered, "Sí" escaped her lips. She wasn't alone. He knew he couldn't last much longer.

"You feel so good wrapped around my cock," he whispered.

Pushing her legs apart, he bent over her, his chest resting against hers. Her arms and legs wrapped around him as he tried to slip his arms under her shoulders, resting his elbows on the desktop. His mouth found her neck - one of her most sensitive spots - and she moaned in his ear. He could feel the cum boiling in his balls.

"I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

"Yessss, give it to me," she ordered, her nails scratching the skin on his back.

Only a few more moments passed before he went over the edge. She felt his cock swell inside her. His body convulsed and collapsed atop hers as he fired his cum into her. His orgasm pushed her over the edge one more time.

"Sí, hacer que me corra," Gaby cried.

They came hard, their bodies shaking in each others' arms, moaning, gasping for air while tumbling through a hurricane of pleasure. It took several minutes for the storm to pass completely. He lay on top of her, pinning her between his bulk and the metal desk. Gaby let her fingers trace over his back. He lifted himself slightly, again resting his weight on his elbows.

"Are you OK?" he asked, turning his head to look into her eyes.

She nodded.

"You?" she returned.

"I'm very OK," he said. "I don't think I can stand up yet, though."

"Well, just so you know," she whispered, "my fiancé will be here any minute."

"Will he be mad?" he asked, needlessly.

"Not at first," she said, soberly. "After he tears off your limbs and throws you through that window; then he'll get mad."

"Ah," he allowed. "I think it's time for me to exit stage right."

He slipped his right hand downward between their bodies. He circled his fingers around the base of the condom, holding it securely as he withdrew his shrinking penis from her. She let out a small moan as he left her. He stood up, his back creaking like that of a 90-year-old man. He reached out to help her sit up.

While he carefully removed the condom, Gaby looked down at her clothes. They were a mess - her skirt bunched around her waist, her panties pulled to the side, her shirt wide open, and bra twisted out of place.

Taking small, deliberate steps, he moved around Gaby's desk to her office chair, and lowered himself onto the faux leather. His damp skin immediately clung to the material. She slipped off the desk carefully. After making sure her legs would support her, she followed his course. Without taking the time to straighten her clothes, she climbed into his lap. He put his arms around her as she curled up and lowered her head to his left shoulder.

"Well," he said, hoarsely, "how's my grade now?"

"A+," she whispered. "Definitely an A+."

"Your fiancé is a lucky man," he said.

"Certainly is," Gaby agreed, nodding her head.

"He must be very good in bed in order to keep you satisfied," he said.

"Eh, he's OK," she giggled.

"OK?!" he objected, and began to tickle her.

She wiggled on his lap, trying not to howl loudly.

"OK, OK! I'm sorry," she laughed. "He's very good!"

"He's terrific, isn't he," he prodded, still running his fingers over her sensitive spots.

"Yes," she conceded, nearly falling off his lap.

"He's the greatest lover you've had in your entire life, isn't he?" he prompted.

"He is," she hissed, squirming helplessly in his arms. "I swear."

He stopped tickling her. It took a moment for her body to stop moving. She looked up at him.

"And, you're completely, head-over-heels, in love with him, aren't you?" he continued.

"I am," she allowed. "I'm never letting him get away from me."

She stretched up to kiss his lips. Their mouths opened and their tongues met. Again, his arms embraced her, squeezing her tightly.

"I love you, Ben," she said, breaking their kiss.

"I know," Ben whispered.

Her bottom lips stuck out in a mock pout. She moved her face to his again, her nose an inch from his.

"Tell me," she said.

"What?" he asked, teasing her.

"Tell me you love me," she growled, making him laugh.

"Didn't I just say it?" he asked.

"No, you didn't say it," she countered.

"Oh," he said, but did not continue.

"Say it," she demanded.

"I love you, Gabrielle," he whispered.

They kissed deeply, their tongues pushing against each other.

"You ass," she said, suddenly, breaking the kiss. "You were trying to make me scream."

"Well, duh," he laughed.

"I told you the walls here are thin," she said.

He smiled at her, then kissed her forehead.

"You're going to get me in trouble," she groused.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 11



"Me?" he objected. "I'm not the one taking advantage in innocent struggling students."

She punched him in the shoulder.

"Are you ready to get dressed and go to dinner?" she asked, a minute later.

"I think I'm stuck to this chair," he said, not entirely kidding.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 12



Time and space seemed to be moving sideways, or maybe it was spinning; slowing down, then leaping forward. Ben couldn't be sure how they got to the club, or how long they'd been there. The music was so loud it was hard to concentrate. His brain felt... fuzzy... and everything around him seemed as if he were looking at it through a sheet of gauze. In the back of his mind, he knew - or thought he knew - they shouldn't be here. A fleeting thought, like a wisp of smoke, passed through his consciousness: We should be at the apartment packing. We're moving to the house in three days.

He could see Gaby on the dance floor. He tried to focus on her - her hips swinging provocatively side to side; head bobbing to the thumping, hypnotic beat; dark-olive skin glistening with sweat. It still amazed him how she could stay upright, much less dance, in the black ankle boots she wore - the four-inch stiletto heels augmenting her 5'2" height. As her petite frame spun, she raised her arms into the air. The movement lifted the loose black baby doll dress she wore, giving him - and every other person in the club - brief glimpses of the bottom of her ass cheeks.

Gaby knew she was putting on a show - teasing everyone in the club, especially Ben. She'd been doing it all night, and she enjoyed it. It excited her to know people were watching, possibly getting turned on, wishing they could see more, or touch her. The music changed slightly as one song blended into the next. Gaby lowered her arms and began fanning herself with her hands. She walked toward Ben. Their eyes locked as she approached. Reaching the booth, she turned and slipped into his lap, sitting sideways - her right side against his body. He reached around her and shoved the table several inches toward the far side of the booth, giving them more room. As it moved away from her, she picked up her drink - her third - and downed it quickly. Instead of withdrawing them, his arms encircled her, his interlaced fingers resting on her left hip.

"I'm hot," she said, above the din.

"You certainly are," Ben said, smiling.

"We should go home," she suggested.

"Are you OK, Baby?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she said.

"You looked like you were having fun out there," he offered.

She wiggled her ass in his lap as the music continued. Leaning close, she whispered in Ben's ear.

"Take me home right now," she said. "Or, I'm going to tear off your clothes and fuck you right here!"

He looked into her eyes. She nodded and smiled, then kissed him deeply while running her fingernails down his chest.

"Well, I don't mind if everyone watches," he said, breaking the kiss. "I'm not shy."

Ben was teasing her. Gaby knew what he'd said was only half true. He really wouldn't care if every person in the club watched them have sex. But, when it came to social interaction, he was shy - especially around new people. And, he hated being in crowds, or in crowded places - like this club. It was a contradiction she'd never been able to figure out.

"Don't make me beg," she growled, putting the tip of her nose against his.

"I think that's exactly what I'll do," he said.

Ben put his right hand on the top of her head. His fingers twisted into her dark brown pixie cut hair. He pulled, tipping her head back, exposing her neck - one of her most sensitive spots - to his lips. He let his tongue trail over her skin, tasting her sweat, and felt her throat vibrate as she moaned his name.

His hand fell from her head to her right knee. His fingers moved upward, sliding between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together, stopping his progress. She tried to pull away, but his left arm tightened around her, holding her firmly.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

He didn't answer, as his fingers wormed their way closer to her sex; the heat of her skin under his fingertips further exciting him.

"Ben," she said, trying to push away his hand.

"Open your legs," he ordered, looking into her eyes.

"No," she hissed. "We can't."

"You said you were going to fuck me right here," he insisted.

"There are people watching," she said, nodding her head toward the other side of the booth.

"I'm not going to tell you again," Ben said, forcing his hand upward.

His fingertips brushed her clit through her cotton panties, and she gasped loudly. She tried one more time to fight him, but her resistance melted quickly as he rubbed her. She said his name again, pleading, barely audible above the pounding music.

As her body shifted, the cheeks of her ass kneaded his hardening cock. She leaned in and kissed his mouth, pushing her tongue past his lips. He could taste the alcohol she'd been drinking. His left hand drifted up to her head, and again he pulled her hair. She let her left leg slip off his lap and hang down toward the floor. Allowed full access to her, he grabbed her groin. Her body jumped as if hit by a bolt of lightning.

"Madre de dios," she moaned, her breath washing over his face.

Pleasure surging through her body, she struggled to embrace him, settling at last for clutching at his shoulder as he began moving his fingers around her clit in small circles. The pulsating bass washed over their bodies, penetrating to their cores. He released her hair and wrapped his left arm around her as she squirmed on his lap.

"Make me cum, Ben," Gaby begged.

He yanked her panties to the side, baring her wetness to the warm air of the club, and let his fingers slide up and down her lips.

"Mas," Gaby cried, her body trembling under his touch. "Mas, por favor."

Ben pushed two fingers into her cunt, not stopping until he reached the last knuckle. She turned her head, almost screaming as she buried her face in his shoulder. He rotated his hand enough to massage her clit with his thumb. She writhed as he increased the speed and force of his thrusts, her nails clawing at his skin. He could feel the tension building in her body. Her left hand snagged the hem of her dress and she pulled it until it bunched around her waist. She surrendered herself to his protection, trusting he wouldn't let her fall.

"Cum for me, Baby," he said, whispering in her ear.

"Yessss," she hissed.

She held her breath as her body began to shake and her cunt clenched around his fingers. Releasing the air, a long moan followed, and convulsions rocked her body. He squeezed her with his left arm, steadying her on his lap as she came.

"That's it, cum all over my fingers," he nearly yelled.

Ben watched her face twist into a grimace of pleasure. He had to admit he loved watching, hearing, and feeling her cum - maybe even more than he enjoyed his own orgasms. Her body continued to buck, but he did not cease his digital assault on her pussy. He stabbed his fingers into her one more time, leaving them buried deep inside her as he made the come here gesture, massaging her G-spot.

The sounds she made let him know his efforts were having the desired effect and within a minute - before her first orgasm had faded - a second rocked her body. Gaby began gasping for breath. She tried to speak, though couldn't gather enough air to do so, managing only to mumble a string of incoherent sounds. Her body had not yet relaxed completely when he removed his slick fingers, letting them brush along her wet lips until he reached her clit.

"No," she said, looking up at him. "Pleeeeease."

He shook his head slowly, knowing she wanted him to stop - allowing her a few moments to recover before making her cum again. But, he did not relent. He loved her ability to have multiple orgasms, and he often tried to give her as many as possible, though he did sometimes worry she might pass out from euphoria overload. His fingers gently manipulated her clit, making her body thrash about in blissful torment. He heard her say his name in a long moan as she came again, her spasms becoming more violent as he struggled to hold her. His head was swimming. It seemed the world had shrunk down to only he and Gaby, and the feeling of her moving against him.

She grabbed his right wrist with both hands, pulling at him, as she mouthed a silent appeal for respite. He wanted to make her cum again, but he became aware of his cock, trapped under her body, throbbing with the ferocity of the beating music. Reluctantly, he walked his fingers down the inner thigh of her right leg. All her wiggling had left Gaby almost supine. As her breathing slowed, Ben gently lifted her into a sitting position.

"You're gonna kill me one of these days," she said.

Bringing his fingers to her mouth, he touched them to her lips. Her tongue slipped out and she tasted herself on them. He kissed her, savoring her pussy and mouth at the same time.

"I want more," he whispered, breaking the kiss.

She twisted away from him and stood up, looking to Ben as if her legs felt like cooked spaghetti. She remained still for a few moments, ensuring her knees wouldn't buckle. He reached out to slap her ass lightly, and she turned to face him. Her hands made their way up her thighs, disappearing under her dress. Her fingers found the waistband of her thong, and she bent at the waist as she slid it to her ankles. She carefully removed her left foot from the underwear, then straightened her body.

Looking into Ben's eyes, she lifted her right foot and placed it on the bench, between his legs. Holding her ankle to keep her steady, he pulled off the panties and dropped them on the bench. He let his hands travel up her leg, once more savoring the feel of her skin. When he arrived at her knee, she stepped back. He tried to grab her, but she spun away from his grasp. He stood up quickly, surprising her, and she retreated a few steps. She pointed at his crotch and again swung her hips from side to side as she lifted her dress several inches, exposing herself to him.

As she watched, he unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He pointed at her and gestured for her to approach him. Licking her lips, she moved toward him. She grabbed his pants and squatted in front of him as she yanked them downward roughly. His hard cock pointed at her as she stood up, and placed her hands on his chest. She pushed him backward and his large, 6'3" frame plopped down on the bench.

Gaby put her hands on his knees and began to kneel. He seized her upper arms and dragged her into his lap. She gasped at the ferocity of his action and tried to wrest herself free of him, but his left arm slid around her back and pinned her to his chest. He shoved his right hand between their bodies and wrapped it around the base of his cock. Kissed her mouth, he guided the head to her wet cunt. She moaned as it touched her lips.

"Damelo," she begged.

Normally, they had to start slowly when things progressed to intercourse. The disparity in their statures dictated a certain degree of caution and restraint until he became sufficiently lubricated, and Gaby's body adjusted to him. Now, however, as the head of Ben's cock slipped inside her, she forced herself down on him, taking half his length before stopping.

"Fuuuuck," she cried.

She didn't hesitate long, raising herself an inch, then descending again, engulfing the rest of him. They both moaned loudly. Gaby looked up, placed her hands on his cheeks, and their eyes locked as she began moving up and down, working his cock into and out of her tight cunt.

"Te amo, bebe," she whispered, as she rode him. "Te amo."

She leaned in and kissed him, stealing his breath as she sped up. Their tongues danced around each other for more than a minute.

"Me encanta mi interior," she cried, parting their mouths.

Ben pushed her hands away from his face, and snatched the bottom of her dress. Pulling the fabric upward, it slipped up her arms and over her head. He dropped the gossamer fabric to the bench. Except for her ankle boots, Gaby was now naked. Ben tilted his head to take her left nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard as he flicked it with his tongue. Gaby wrapped her arms around his head and held him against her chest.

With his right hand, Ben smacked her left butt cheek. Despite the music, the sound of the slap seemed to echo around the club. Gaby screamed, but did not break her rhythm, gliding up and down the length of his cock.

"Yes, slap my pretty little ass," she demanded, her hands slipping to his shoulders.

He repeated his action, striking her harder this time.

"Hijo de puta," she grunted, through gritted teeth.

As Ben's hand clapped against her skin once more, he felt her cunt lock tightly around his cock. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she came yet again as the cheeks of her ass rested on his balls. She stayed there with him deep inside her as an electric orgasm coursed through every nerve in her body. He struggled to raise his hips, trying to move himself inside her. She groaned and her nails dug into his skin as his efforts prolonged her ecstasy. Gaby fought to control her body. Tremors continued to roll through her as she kissed her way along his collarbone, up his neck and chin, to his lips.

"I wish I could do that for you," she said, looking into his eyes.

"What?" he asked.

"Make you cum four times," she said.

I know, Gaby," he said. "It just doesn't work that way."

"Poor men," she said, a tired grin creasing her lips. "Just one orgasm at a time."

Her eyes widened as a thought struck her brain.

"I know what to do," she said. "It's time for you to get what you want, Baby."

Ben tilted his head quizzically and opened his mouth to ask what she meant, but she silenced him by pressing a finger to his lips, and giving him a wink. Holding his shoulders, Gaby lifted herself, gasping as his hardness left her. Carefully, she again slipped off his lap and lowered her feet to the floor.

"Are you ready?" she asked, looking into Ben's eyes.

He nodded. Gaby pushed his knees apart, and stood between his legs. She turned slowly until she faced away. He admired her perfect ass and the Spanish-style cross tattooed in the small of her back. She looked at him over her right shoulder. He watched as she brought her right hand to her mouth, and spit on her fingers. His eyes followed her hands as she reached around and spread her cheeks. She pressed her wet fingers against her hole, lubricating it with her saliva. She took half a step backward, and her moist skin touched his - the head of his cock brushing against her bottom.

They'd never had anal sex. It was one of the few things Gaby denied him, claiming he was just too big for her to take him there. They'd tried once, Ben getting no more than the head of his cock inside her before they'd had to stop. Ben certainly didn't begrudge her this. He realized the difference in their sizes simply precluded this one act. He loved Gabrielle, and didn't want to injure her. Nor, did he want her to feel guilty about not being able to do it. Every facet of his life with Gaby - sexual and otherwise - was better than he'd ever had before.

"Gaby," Ben said. "What are you doing?"

She didn't answer. Wrapping her right hand around his shaft, she held him firmly as she squatted just a fraction of an inch, letting the head of his cock press against her asshole.

"Oh, God," he moaned, invoking the name of a deity he didn't believe in. "Are you sure, Baby?"

Gaby lowered herself further, adjusted him, and the tip of his cock began to stretch her sphincter. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open as she continued downward, taking more and more of him.

"Si, bebe, llenar mi culo," she sighed as her ass steadily accepted his cock.

In his peripheral vision, Ben could see people gathered around them. He felt like he knew them, but couldn't discern actual faces. Each time he turned to look directly at them, everything blurred. His brain focused only on the incredible sensation sheathing his cock. Gaby didn't stop until her cheeks rested on his hip bones. The heat of her rectum was intoxicating; the pressure of her wrapped around him heavenly. She looked back at him again.

"Is this what you've wanted, Baby," she asked, "filling my ass with your big cock?"

"Yesss," he groaned.

"Does it feel good?" she continued.

"It's incredible," he sighed, as she smiled at him. "Like something out of a dream."

She let out a long sigh which turned into a whimper.

"Are you OK?" he asked, in a fleeting moment of coherence, worried about hurting her.

"It feels wonderful," she said. "Why, do you want me to stop?"

"No, no," he cried. "Please don't stop."

She gave him another wink.

"I won't, Baby," she said. "I promise."

He leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck, then dragged his tongue down her spine - again tasting her sweat - until he couldn't angle his neck enough to go farther. Straightening his head, he slipped his hands around her - his right moving between her legs; his left seizing her neck - and pulled her back against his chest. Her head fell to his left shoulder. Without speaking, she began moving her hips, lifting herself until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then thrusting downward, impaling herself on him.

Ben was filling her as he never had before, and she couldn't remain silent. Each time she took him - her ass enveloping his entire length - a guttural noise escaped her throat, as if his penetration forced it from her. It began as a low grunt, but the intensity grew as she fucked him faster and harder. He became aware of her warm juices running down his balls and over his inner thighs.

While the scene around them appeared hazy, everything about Gaby seemed so intense, as if Ben had never truly seen her; felt her; tasted her; smelled her, or heard her. It was driving him toward madness. He whispered her name over and over as he rubbed her, making her body spasm violently - causing her asshole to constrict around his cock. Gaby's hands sought something to hold onto - something to help support herself as she rode him - her fingers finally settling on his left arm. She exhaled deeply as he held her. Her ass clutched at his cock, creating an unbelievable suction. If his brain were capable of rational thought, he would have wondered how she could possibly move him in and out.

Ben felt a knot growing in his lower belly, and the inexorable ache in his balls. He knew he couldn't last much longer, needing to explode; desiring nothing more than to fill Gaby's ass with his cum.

"Ben," Gaby whispered.

She stopped. He squeezed her neck and rubbed her clit as her cheeks rested on his hip bones one more time. He felt her body begin to quiver, and realized she was cumming again.

"Gaby," he groaned, trying to move himself in her. "I'm gonna cum."

"Ben," she repeated, louder this time.

He felt light-headed, as if he were floating - losing focus and feeling. A mute realization coalesced in his fevered brain: He was dreaming. Trying to direct this lucidity toward desire, he found himself locked in a desperate, futile battle to stay in the dream - like Wile E. Coyote trying to climb a rope even after it's been untied at the top of the cliff - and every conscious effort to do so only made the unraveling edges of his fantasy fray faster. Finally, a fissure opened through the middle, widening as he struggled to achieve orgasm before waking.

"Baby," he said, trying to hold on to Gaby as his entire world began to shake.

"Ben," she said, again.

"I need to cum," he appealed.

"Wake up, Ben," she insisted.

His eyes opened suddenly. Gaby shook his shoulder as she called his name. A regretful coherence crept into his sleep-clouded brain.

"Damn it," he groaned.

"You were dreaming, Baby," Gaby said, needlessly.

"I know," he said, reluctantly.

"It was about me, wasn't it?" she asked.

"How did you know?" he returned.

"You mumbled my name," she told him. "Are you OK?"

"Yes," he said. "Just disappointed it was only a dream."




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 12



"It must've been a good one," Gaby said, lifting the blanket and sheet to look at Ben's erection. "You were poking me in the back with that thing."

He told her about the dream.

"Awww, Baby, you know I'd let you do that if I could," she said, when he finished.

"I know," he said. "It was just a dream. I'm sorry I woke you, Babe."

"It's OK," she whispered.

She leaned in close and kissed his cheek.

"What was that for?" he asked.

"For letting me know I'm the girl of your dreams," she said.

"You've been that since I met you, Baby," he assured her. "You're in my dreams and nightmares."

"Your nightmares?" she objected, punching him in the shoulder.

"Gabrielle," he said, soberly. "My sweetest dreams are about you, and how you make me feel, and how much I love you. And, my worst nightmares are about something bad happening to you, or me fucking this up and losing you."

Gaby looked into his eyes for a moment.

"You don't have to sweet-talk me, Baby," she said, "I'm already sleeping with you."

"I'm serious," he growled.

"I know you are, Ben," she whispered. "I'm sorry. I'm just teasing. I love you."

She kissed his lips, then moved to his chin, before continuing down his neck.

"What are you doing?" he asked as she reached his chest.

"Well, it would be a shame to waste this," she said, her right hand finding his hard cock as her head slipped under the covers.

"Are you going to let me... ," he began.

"Don't get your hopes up, Big Boy," she said, lifting the blankets to look into his eyes.

"You can't blame a horny guy for trying," he groused, with a smile.

She stuck out her tongue and disappeared again.

"The girl of my dreams," Ben whispered, letting his head fall back to the pillow as Gaby wrapped her lips around the head of his cock.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 13a



Ben and Gabrielle spent the morning preparing for their combination New Year's Eve house warming costume party. They split up to hit the grocery store, the liquor store, and their favorite adult bookstore - Devilish Delights - to pick up supplies and party favors. Once they unpacked the myriad bags and boxes, knowing they'd be up late into the night, they took a nap. Though persistent thoughts of the upcoming concupiscent revelry made both horny and willing, they avoided having sex, wanting to save themselves for later.

They slept late into the afternoon, then rose and continued their preparations, waiting as long as possible before showering and helping each other into their costumes. Ben decided to dress as one of his favorite writers: Edgar Allan Poe. He paired a coal-black 19th century-style suit and vest with a high-collared white shirt and a blood-red tie; complimenting the outfit with a stuffed raven he nicknamed Lenore.

Gaby dressed as Catwoman -- The Dark Night Rises/Anne Hathaway incarnation of that character. Ben called her The Black Cat Woman, referring to the Poe story about le chat noir. Over her pixie-cut dark brown hair she wore a mid-back length brunette wig. The blue-black latex costume hugged every curve and crevice of her body. The stiletto-heeled leather thigh-high boots and elbow-length gloves she wore threatened Ben's sanity -- he had a thing for elbow-length opera gloves. He preferred black satin, but certainly wasn't complaining about what she currently wore. He found it difficult to keep his hands off her as the two finished arranging food and favors.

"I think that's everything," she said, looking over a kitchen counter crowded with snacks, drinks -- including soft drinks for Ben, and the two party guests under the legal drinking age -- plates, napkins, silverware, and other supplies, as she again pushed away his hands.

"Mmmm, so we have a few minutes to kill before anyone arrives," he said.

"No," she sighed. "You have to wait until after midnight."

Ben glanced at the clock over the sink -- 8:55.

"I may go mad before then," he objected.

"I doubt it, Mr. Poe," she said with a giggle. "Just stay away from the cognac and the opium."

"Never touch the stuff," Ben assured her. "Lenore used to have an opium problem, but she went to rehab and got herself cleaned up."

"You're already mad," she said, rolling her eyes.

He pulled aside the hair of her wig and tried to kiss her neck -- one of her most sensitive spots -- but the costume protected much of the skin there. Changing his target, he aimed for her deep red lips, noticing her lipstick matched his tie. He doubted it was a coincidence.

"Don't mess up my face," she said, allowing him only a peck.

"Baby, a garbage truck couldn't mess up your beautiful face," he said.

"Well, aren't you a smoothie?" she asked, rhetorically.

He winked at her and smiled.

"Are you ready for tonight?" Ben asked.

"If we've forgotten anything, I can't think what it is," Gaby said.

"I mean, are you ready for tonight," he repeated, pulling her to him.

"Ohhh," she said. "It's gonna be a fun night."

She permitted him another kiss.

"Everything is open," Gaby said. "Just remember rules one and three."

"You too," he said. "And, rule four."

"What the hell is rule four?" she asked.

Before he could explain, she realized what he meant.

"Kiss me, you idiot," she ordered.

For the third time in a minute, he did so.

"Now, tell me you love me," she continued.

"You know I do," he said, teasing her.

"Say it," she demanded.

The doorbell rang.

"Saved by the bell," he laughed.

She punched him in the shoulder as he turned to walk into the hallway leading to the foyer. He opened the heavy wooden door to find Andy -- their next door neighbor.

"Jane Austen at your service, Good Sir," she said, smiling.

"Welcome, Ms. Austen," Ben said.

In her left hand, she held a plastic bag. Ben could see three bottles of wine in the bag. As she entered, Andy held out her right hand. Ben took hold of it and planted a small kiss on the first knuckle.

"I've enjoyed your work; especially Pride and Prejudice," Ben added.

Ben took her coat. Underneath, Andy wore a modest, flowing, pale-blue 18th century-style dress. Gaby joined them as Andy kissed Ben lips.

"My, my," Andy said, seeing her. "You look good enough to eat."

"I agree," Ben said.

"You two are pervs," Gaby sighed.

"Uh, yeah," Ben agreed, as Andy kissed Gaby. "But, that's why you love us."

"Is Morgana coming?" Gaby asked -- referring to Andy's grandmother and housemate -- as the three walked toward the kitchen.

"No," Andy answered. "It's almost Nana's bedtime. She'll be asleep long before midnight."

Ben and Gabrielle purchased their house -- one of only seven on the street -- from Nana Morgana a few months earlier, but were only able to move in two weeks before the party. They hadn't even had time to finish furnishing the house. It came as no surprise that moving from a two-bedroom apartment to a five-bedroom house left them with lots of empty space.

"Wish her a happy New Year for us," Gaby requested.

"I'll do that," Andy assured her.

The three stood in the kitchen, talking -- and trying to resist the overwhelming sexual gravitational pull between their bodies. Andy suggested they open the wine, allowing it to breathe. As Ben extracted the last cork, the doorbell rang again. He placed the bottle on the counter and picked up a hand-lettered sign he'd made as he again entered the hallway. Gaby and Andy made their way to the living room as Ben answered the door. William Shakespeare -- Ben's friend Godfrey, God for short -- stood on the porch.

"Ah, Master Shakespeare," Ben said. "I love your work."

"And, I, yours, Mr. Poe," God said.

They shook hands.

"You know my wife, Anne Hathaway, of course," God said, turning toward his companion.

Ben turned his gaze to God's wife, Maya, a thin, blue-eyed, redhead with porcelain skin. She held out her hand and he kissed it, as he'd done so recently with Andy.

"I suspect we may be on the verge of an extraordinarily literary evening, My Friend," Ben said. "Ms. Austen has already arrived."

"Ah, yes, wonderful writing," God said, "for a chick."

"Hey," Maya cried, giving him a push.

The two men laughed as the couple entered the house.

"So, when can we expect some new stuff, Will?" Ben asked.

"Well, I just signed a three picture deal with MGM," God said, soberly.

Ben lingered by the door to affix his sign; it quoted one of his favorite songs: The house is a rockin', don't bother knockin'. The house is a rockin', don't bother, come on in! The majority of their guests arrived over the next 45 minutes. Ben and Gaby spent much of that time accepting house warming gifts, hanging up coats, and introducing unacquainted guests. By 10:00pm, there were nearly 30 people in the house, and everyone used the next two hours to mingle, talk, eat, drink, and be merry.

As midnight neared, Ben glanced around the living room. Their friends had come wearing an eclectic collection of costumes. He saw the usual assortment of garb one might expect -- hookers, witches, Catholic schoolgirls, cheerleaders, doctors, soldiers, and astronauts. In addition, he could see Sharon and Karl, dressed as a sexy cop and her prisoner; Sam as Darth Vader, and Billie as Wonder Woman, talking to Zoe clothed -- barely -- in a Slave Leia costume. Brit -- a former student of Gaby's, their cleaning girl, an occasional guest in their bed, and the object of Gaby's adoration -- wore a billowing, bright yellow ball gown as Belle from Beauty and the Beast. She stood in a corner with Dylan, who wore a hooded sweatshirt -- the young man claimed to be Mark Zuckerburg.

Ben grinned as he caught sight of Kate. She wore a priest's frock, but a long, thick, flesh-colored dildo protruded from a hole in the front. She'd been entertaining herself by sneaking up behind other guests and bumping into them with the prosthetic, causing a variety of surprised reactions. He saw Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, a Spartan, a female 1930s gangster, a Hipster, and a pilot. His eyes settled on Bridget. She was dressed as a sexy secretary, her natural 38DDD breasts strained against the thin fabric of her white cotton shirt, and the sheer black bra underneath. Her top three buttons were open, and the fourth seemed to be under enormous stress; in danger of popping at any moment.

Bridget had come with Whitney, next door neighbor of Ben and Gaby before they moved from the apartment to this house. Whit had arrived wearing a black, plastic mini-skirt, neon green fishnet stockings, four-inch stiletto heels, a tiny black bra, a pink mesh shirt, and black mesh fingerless gloves. Gaby guessed right away she was a prostitute -- at least for the duration of the party.

"Hey, Sugar! How much?" Gaby joked.

"For you," Whit promised, "cheap."

Checking the television -- on, but muted -- Ben noticed less than 10 minutes remained until the New Year. He waved to Gaby, turned down the music, and stood in front of the fireplace. Gaby joined him, putting her arm around his waist.

"Before the party really gets out of hand," he said, "we have a few things to say."

He was showered with a chorus of boos and curses.

"First," he continued, undaunted. "Gaby and I want to thank you for coming to our party."

A half-hearted cheer rose from the crowd.

"The adult fun will begin after midnight," Ben said, "when all the good girls and boys are home in bed."

"All good girls and boys, raise your hands," Gaby ordered.

No hands went up. After a few moments of looking around, the crowd laughed again.

"Perfect," Gaby said, smiling.

"Though we have a shortage of actual beds," Ben started again, "every room in the house is available for use in the night's debauchery, except my office, and the master bedroom. Other than that, have fun."

"The hot tub is warmed up and ready to go," Gaby chimed in. "Just don't play in the kitchen, for sanitary reasons, and don't tie up the bathrooms. There are four bedrooms upstairs, and a finished basement downstairs."

"I think we have plenty of condoms, lube, baby wipes, and towels for everyone," Ben said.

"From midnight until sunrise, anything between two -- or more -- consenting adults goes," Gaby said, with a wink. "The only other rule is: no cell phones or cameras. Like in Las Vegas, whatever happens here, stays here."

Several people stood up and began milling around.

"There's one more thing," Ben said.

His audience groaned.

"Shut up, you bunch of bloody perverts," Gaby yelled.

When the room was once again quiet, Ben continued.

"I'd like to announce that Gaby and I have set a date for our wedding," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders. "On October 17, Gabrielle will become my wife."

A wave of applause filled the room before the women rushed to hug Gaby. The men shook Ben's hand, slapped him on the back, and told him how dumb he was for getting married. As this surge of commotion quieted, the front door burst open. A young woman rushed in, sloughing off her coat. Her long, dirty-blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore five-inch high heels, and a short -- it barely fell to her inner thighs -- waitress's uniform. The top of the dress bulged out at least a foot, and the zipper rested just below a pair of massive, inflatable plastic breasts -- exposing a large amount of faux cleavage.

"Did I miss it?" she called out.

As the crowd around them drifted away, Ben once more glanced at the television.

"You made it with two minutes to spare," he said. "It's almost time, everyone."

The late-comer approached Ben and Gaby.

"Gaby, this is Caroline," Ben said, as Caroline held out her hand. "She works at the toy store. I ran into her today, and invited her to join the party."

Knowing they were often attracted to the same women, Ben felt confident inviting Caroline to the party. Greeting younger woman, Gaby perused her body. The fake breasts notwithstanding, she was undeniably sexy. The heels made it uncertain, but Gaby guessed her to be about 5'5". She had fair skin, and a beautiful face, featuring lovely ocean-blue eyes.

Whitney called out that midnight was approaching. A mob gathered around the television to watch the broadcast from Times Square. As their guests joined the countdown, Ben pulled Gaby to him and pressed his lips to hers, giving her a long, deep kiss which bridged the old year and the new. When the ball reached the bottom of the pole and exploded in light, a cacophony of "Happy New Year!" cheers filled the house. The noise faded almost as quickly, as everyone began hugging and kissing.

"I love you, Gabrielle," Ben said, when his mouth left hers. "First, last, and always."

"I know," Gaby whispered, giving him a wink.

They split up to hug others. As Ben moved around the room, he spied Andy sitting in "The Ben Chair" -- an oversized red upholstered chair. Santana, a 21-year-old Latina dressed as a high school cheerleader, straddled her lap. The two women were kissing passionately, each with their hands on the others cheeks.

"That didn't take very long," Ben said.

Several people gathered, forming a semi-circle in front of the women. There was a palpable change in the atmosphere of the room. The temperature seemed to rise as Andy's hands slid downward to Santana's ass. She lifted the bottom of the red sleeveless dress, showing off Santana's black spandex short shorts. The sight brought a murmur of approval from several members of the group.

Gaby leaned against Ben's right side as she watched Andy slip her hand into the back of Santana's undergarment. He moved his hand to Gaby's perfect ass, squeezing her through the latex of her costume, while Santana's mouth drifted to Andy's neck. She gently bit the skin and Andy's eyes opened. Andy noticed saw the congregation watching them. Focusing on Ben and Gaby, she grinned. Both gave a small wave as they stepped away to check on the other guests.

Across the room, Natalie -- the Catholic schoolgirl -- had Kate -- the fallen priest -- pushed to the wall. She was vigorously stroking the dildo sticking through Kate's robe. Ben was mesmerized by Natalie's mouth. There was something unexplainably hot about it. It seemed so small, almost pursed, but she had a wide smile, revealing perfect, white teeth. He watched Natalie gasp as Kate forced her hands under the young woman's skirt; he could imagine what Kate's fingers were doing. Only a minute later, Natalie's body convulsed, collapsing against Kate as her knees threatened to buckle. Kate held her tightly as she came. Ben noticed Whitney and Bridget sitting close to one another on the couch. They were holding hands as they watched Kate and Natalie; understandably transfixed by the sight.

Natalie recovered quickly. She pushed away Kate's hand and knelt in front of her. Looking up into her eyes, she leaned forward and took the head of the priest's cock between her lips. Natalie wrapped her hands around the base, holding it firmly as she moved her mouth up and down the length. Kate placed her hands on Natalie's head, guiding her onto the latex toy. Kate's lips parted and she moaned. Ben realized it must be a strapless dildo. The other end was inside Kate's pussy, and had been all night.

"Holy shit," Ben whispered, feeling himself harden.

Whitney and Bridget stood up from the couch. Whit smiled and patted Ben's chest as they walked past him. He watched them enter the dining room, heading toward the kitchen, then returned his gaze to Kate. She pulled Natalie to her feet and dragged her to the couch. Pushing her down on her knees, bent over the arm of the couch, Kate knelt behind her. She reached up and grabbed Natalie's hair, pulling it hard.

"I'm gonna fuck your pussy now, you little whore," Kate growled, as she used her free hand to flip Natalie's pleated skirt up onto her back, exposing her white, cotton panties.

Grabbing the underwear, Kate roughly pulled them down to Natalie's thighs. Ben could see the wetness on Natalie's lips. Kate released Natalie's hair and put her left hand on her ass, while using her right hand to guide the toy. Ben estimated the toy to be about two inches thick, and as Kate let the head brush against Natalie's lips -- seeking to lubricate it with her juices -- the sensation caused her to lean forward. Kate slapped her ass.

"You will not escape your punishment, harlot," Kate said, loudly.

Natalie looked back over her shoulder.

"Please, teach me how to be a good girl," she said.

Ben nearly laughed at the cheesiness of the scene playing out before him, but at the sight of Kate penetrating Natalie with the dildo arousal overwhelmed amusement. Natalie gasped as Kate entered her.

"More," Natalie begged.

Looking around the room, Ben could see the crowd had thinned somewhat. He assumed several of the guests had retreated to the relative privacy of other rooms in the house. He watched for another minute as Kate worked the toy deep into Natalie's cunt, grabbing onto to her hips to steady them both.

"If I'm wrong, and there really is a hell, I'm definitely going there," Ben whispered to himself, as he reluctantly drifted away.

As he turned to walk toward the dining room, he noticed Marilyn Monroe -- Dani, a natural brunette in a platinum blonde wig and the iconic white dress -- on her knees in front of her husband, Russell, who'd come as an astronaut, wearing a blue NASA jumpsuit. Ben couldn't help but be impressed. Without a doubt, Russell possessed the largest penis he'd ever seen outside of a pornographic movie -- not that he'd seen all that many, but he had served in the United States Army, and had regularly showered with other men while living in the barracks -- guessing Russell to be more than 10 inches long. He watched for several minutes as Dani struggled to work the cock with both hands and her mouth, her saliva rolling down the black skin of his shaft and balls.

Ben made his way into the den, a window-filled room looking out the side of the house, which provided a picturesque view of the New York City skyline. Two men occupied the dimly lit room: Noah -- a Hipster -- and Adrian -- a soldier -- sat on a sofa kissing. Ben thought back to the first time he'd seen the two men doing so. They'd been stationed together in the Army, during the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" era in the military. Ben didn't ask, nor did he tell. Truthfully, he didn't care, believing love is love. In addition, he knew the two men were good soldiers, and who they kissed didn't change that.

Exiting the den, Ben caught sight of Gaby. Not surprisingly, she had joined Brit and Dylan in the corner. Before he could reach the trio, Gaby took the others' hands and led them toward the foyer. Ben smiled, knowing Gaby would enjoy herself with Brit. The front door opened slowly and a tall, statuesque bottle-blonde tentatively poked in her head. Gaby pulled Gina in the house and hugged her. As Ben moved toward them, Gina took off her coat. Ben recognized her costume immediately. She wore a low-cut, knee-length, sleeveless red dress, which clung to every curve, and black four-inch heels. With her shoes on, she matched his 6'3" height.

"Sorry I'm late," Gina said, kissing Ben's cheek.

"I'm glad you made it, Caprica Six," he responded, referring to the Cylon temptress in the re-imagined Battlestar Galactica television series. "You look terrific."

She performed a slow 360, allowing him to examine the back of the dress. He voiced his approval, then offered her a drink. She accepted.

"We're heading into the other room," Gaby said, tugging at Brit and Dylan. "Ben will take care of you."

Ben hung up Gina's coat, then took her hand. As he led her into the hallway -- heading toward the kitchen -- she peeked into the living room, taking in some of the sights Ben had been enjoying just minutes before.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 13a



"Wow, they're not wasting any time," she said.

"Some of them didn't even want to wait until midnight," Ben allowed.

Looking out the kitchen window, they talked for a few minutes while Gina took small sips from a glass of red wine. Their bodies slowly moved closer to each other.

"What a terrific view," Gina said.

"It's even better from my office," Ben told her.

"I want to see it," she said, smiling.

He arched an eyebrow, as if a sexual innuendo were passing through his brain, but remained silent.

"Come on; give me the nickel tour," she said with a laugh.

They walked through the dining room, into the living room. Gina stopped to watch more of the action. Things had obviously progressed steadily. Dani lay on her back, moaning, and trying to wrap her legs around Russell as he pistoned in and out of her. On the couch, Natalie was now on top of Kate, riding her hard and fast as they clawed at each other. Andy -- still in Ben's chair -- had pulled her dress up to her waist, and Santana knelt on the floor, between her legs. Andy had participated in the sexual adventures of Ben and Gaby a few times, and -- by the look on her face -- Ben knew she was close to cumming.

Gina moved closer to Ben as Andy cried out, an orgasm rolling over her like a tidal wave. He slid his right hand around Gina's hip and held her against him, feeling the warmth of her body. As Andy's ecstasy-flooded brain cleared, Gina whispered in Ben's ear. He nodded and led her to the stairway. They climbed slowly, the heels she wore necessitating caution. Ben gave her an abbreviated tour of the second floor before escorting her to his third floor office.

The windows of the cupola offered a 270 degree panorama of the neighborhood, and beyond, including -- as Ben had promised -- a better view of New York City. Ben left the lights off -- the only illumination in the office came from the moonlight -- allowing Gina to look through the windows with no reflection. Ben placed Lenore on a bookshelf, then faced Gina.

"So..." she said, quietly.

Gently, he raised his hands to her cheeks, took half a step forward, and kissed her lips.

"I've wanted to do that since we met," he said when their mouths parted.

"Me too," she said, nodding.

Gina placed her hands on Ben's chest and pushed him backward. He retreated slowly until his shoulder blades contacted the wall. Their mouths met again -- she pushed her tongue against his -- as his arms wrapped around her. She leaned into him and their passion grew, as the hands of each explored every contour of the other's body. Gina's fingers struggled with the buttons of Ben's vest. He arched his back and slid his suit jacket over his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor.

"I think I need some help here," Gina whispered, removing her hands from his clothing.

Taking a step backward, she reached up and slipped her hands behind her neck. As he finished unbuttoning his vest, Ben watched the string holding up the top of Gina's dress come loose. Bending her knees, her hands fell to the hem of her dress. She lifted it slowly. The fabric rose, gradually revealing more of her tanned skin. Ben's vest joined his jacket. He toed off his shoes, kicking them aside, then removed his shirt.

Gina's dress floated to the floor, and Ben's eyes traveled up her naked body -- her skin appeared magically luminescent in the moonlight. Ben unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the stiff material around the button fly of his pants. He succeeded in pushing the pants down as Gina touched him, letting her fingertips trace over his stomach. Stepping out of his pants, he discarded his socks. Gina's eyes drifted to his hardening cock.

Ben pulled Gina toward him. Spinning the two of them, he pushed her against the wall. They embraced and kissed again. Her right hand slipped between their bodies and wrapped around his shaft. She slowly stroked up and down the length. His mouth found her neck, and a low moan escaped her throat. Fingernails scraped over his back and shoulders as he moved lower, trailing his tongue between her 34B breasts. Her breathing quickened as he sucked a good portion of her left breast into his mouth.

He twisted his arm, pushing his right hand between her legs, lightly touching her inner thigh, feeling the heat of her. Gina wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him into her as he flicked his tongue against her nipple. His fingers touched the lips of her pussy.

"Oh, that's it," she said, her body quivering.

Ben fought to control himself, wanting nothing more than to straighten up and plunge himself into Gina. He moved his forefinger side to side, gently brushing her sex. Her body stiffened and her nails dug into his skin.

"More, Ben," she whispered. "Please."

He felt her lips spread as they became engorged with blood. Carefully, he traced them with a fingertip. Moving his mouth to hers, he kissed her hard. Gina tried to grind her hips against him, reinforcing her desire for additional stimulation. Ben slid a finger into her wetness. She opened up to him quickly, and he added a second finger, working them in and out steadily. Gina's body shuddered under his touch, and he pressed himself against her body, holding her up.

Gina's juices covered his fingers and began to run down her thighs. Removing his fingers, he rubbed her clit. Her moans became louder, and her head tilted back as he manipulated her. She began gasping for air, and her knees threatened to buckle.

"Yessss," she hissed. "Make me cum."

Dropping to his knees, he lifted her left leg and put it over his shoulder. Kissing her inner thigh, he rapidly progressed to her sex. His tongue found her lips and she cried out as she grabbed his head.

"Cum for me," he growled, looking up at her.

"Don't fucking stop," she ordered.

Dropping his chin, he licked her clit. His hands cupped her ass, and he squeezed the flesh hard. Gina's body tensed, and she held her breath for a few moments before she convulsed violently. As an orgasm exploded through her body, she writhed against him, and Ben struggled to keep his mouth on her, working her clit with his tongue. She used both hands to force his head away as her body bent over his. He reached up, fearing she was falling, and gripped her upper arms.

"I've got you," he said.

She looked into his eyes for a moment, as she gathered the breath to speak.

"I'm...I'm OK," she stammered. "I just need a minute."

Ben stood up carefully, and again pinned her body between his and the wall. He kissed her, letting Gina taste herself on his lips. His arms wrapped around her body. Weakly, she tried to hold him as the tremors running through her body faded slowly. Ben maneuvered himself so that his cock slipped between her legs, brushing against her. She shifted her hips, letting the head slide along her lips.

"Give it to me, Ben," she whispered.

He let go of her and bent over, stretching to pick up his pants. Reaching into a pocket, he retrieved a golden foil packet. He tore open the condom. Gina gripped the shaft of his cock and stroked hard as he extracted the lubricated latex.

"Hurry," she pleaded, as he rolled the prophylactic down his length.

Gina tried to guide him into her. He pulled back, escaping from her hand. She looked at him quizzically. Smiling, he shook his head.

"Turn around," he demanded.

"You're a bad boy," she said, as she complied.

He put his right hand on her right hip and pulled her backward a step, then put his left hand between her shoulder blades and forced her upper body to lean forward. Her cheek rested against the wall as she looked back over her shoulder. Fingers splayed wide, her nails clawed at the painted surface on either side of her head, and she took the tip of her right thumb between her lips.

Seeing this, an involuntary moan resonated in Ben's throat. He looked down and admired her ass for a moment, then used his right hand to aim his hardness at her lips. The temporary equality of their heights -- provided by Gina's high heels -- allowed Ben to penetrate her without bending his knees, lifting her, or adjusting his stance. Feeling the heat and wetness, he groaned as he pushed inside her. He entered her slowly, nudging forward, then pulling back, letting her juices lubricate him. It took only a minute to work his entire length into her. Ben stopped, his balls touching her clit, and shifted his hips side to side.

"Fuck me," she hissed.

He pulled back several inches, then thrust into her.

"That's it," Gina gasped.

He repeated the action, his hips colliding with the cheeks of her ass.

"Come on, I won't break," she nearly shouted.

Ben moved his hands to her shoulders and pulled her toward him as he shoved himself into her. He grunted loudly as he fucked her. She responded with cries of her own.

"You feel so good, Gina," he managed to say.

His hands traveled from her shoulders around to her breasts. He pulled her up to his chest, then pushed her -- making her take baby steps -- until she stood nearly flat against the wall. His right hand drifted downward, over her stomach, until his fingers found her clit. As he continued stabbing himself into her, he rubbed her button.

"Ohhhh, Jesus," Gina moaned.

Ben felt her cunt contract around his cock. Her body stiffened and then began to shake. Her hands clutched at his.

"Cumming," she croaked, telling Ben nothing her body hadn't already revealed to him.

Ben didn't relent in his carnal offensive, pleasuring her even as waves of ecstasy rolled over her. Her body weakened, threatening to collapse, but he held her up, securing her as she came. Gina fought for breath and tried to speak.

"Wait," she begged. "Stop."

It took a moment for her words to process in his bliss-clouded brain, but he temporarily halted the efforts of his fingers and hips. She could feel his cock throbbing in her pussy.

"I'm sorry, Ben," she said. "I need to calm down."

He tried to remain motionless.

"Are you alright?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes," she said. "You've just got me so worked up."

"Is that all?" he laughed, his body shifting a fraction of an inch as he did so.

"Noooo," she cried, trying to reach back and grab his hips. "Don't move."

Ben kissed the side of her neck.

"That's not helping," Gina said.

"I don't intend to let you relax," Ben whispered, drumming his fingers on her clit.

"Fuuuck," she cried, as her body stiffened.

She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, and her efforts only helped him make her cum again. Again, her pussy clenched around him as a third orgasm rocked her body. As she shook, he steadied her, but kept his fingers still. His cock slipped from her and she let out a loud gasp.

"Cocksucker," she said, after catching her breath.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I couldn't help myself. I just love making women cum."

She turned her head to look at him over her shoulder.

"You are not a nice man," she said, a tired smile creasing her lips.

"Want to sit down?" he asked, tilting his head toward his office chair.

"Please," she said.

Gina held on to his arm as he led her a few steps to his desk. He sat first, and she turned sideways to sit on his lap, trapping his cock between her leg and his stomach. She leaned against his chest as her breathing slowed.

"You're still up," she said, noticing his hardness.

"I haven't cum yet," he said.

"Oh, my God," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't realize."

She slipped off his lap, and pushed his knees apart. She positioned herself between his legs and leaned forward to kiss his stomach.

"Poor Ben," she said, removing the condom. "Let's get rid of this thing."

She dropped the rubber to the floor. Ben took hold of her hands and their fingers intertwined. She looked up into his eyes as her mouth moved downward.

"Well, well, well," Gina teased. "What should we do now?"

"Make me cum," he said.

"Mmmm, I bet you've got a nice big load built up, after the way you fucked me," she said.

Ben directed her hands to his cock and released them. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft. Gripping tightly, she began stroking up and down slowly.

"Tell me what you want," Gina prodded.

"Put that pretty little mouth on my cock," Ben ordered.

Gina moved closer and let her warm breath flow over the taut skin of his penis. Her lips puckered and she kissed the underside of the head. His hips shifted as her tongue traveled down his shaft. She licked his balls, then took one in her mouth and sucked hard. The pleasurable pain made Ben moan, and his ass lifted off the wooden seat. Gina's left hand took hold of his right and shepherded it to the back of her head. Ben's fingers wove their way into her hair; closing his fist, he pulled hard, and she gasped.

"Yessss," Gina growled. "Take what you want."

Ben grabbed the base of his cock with his left hand. He aimed himself at her mouth and forced her toward him. The tip traced over her closed lips.

"Open your mouth," Ben demanded.

Gina shook her head. He yanked her hair and her mouth formed a large O. Again, Ben directed her to his cock, sliding several inches of his member past her lips. She sucked hard as he let her pull back, and then he pushed her down again. As she took him deeper, he could feel her throat clutching at him. After a few moments, her hands began to flail, slapping at his hips, and he released her hair.

"Suck that dick," Ben moaned.

Gina began moving her mouth along his shaft, her lips traveling down to his balls and back up. Wrapping her right hand around the base, she stroked hard, and swirled her tongue around him. Her left hand cupped his balls and gently squashed them against his body. She manipulated him for a minute before gently pulling on his scrotum.

"Scooch down a little," Gina said, taking her mouth off his cock.

Ben slid a few inches toward Gina. His cheeks hung over the edge of the chair, and she pushed his knees farther apart. She brought her left hand to her mouth and spit. Again slipping her hand between his legs, she pressed her wet fingers against his ass, rubbing in small circles. Gina looked up into his eyes, as if waiting for him to object.

"Dirty girl," he said.

Gina smiled and nodded before returning her mouth to his cock, taking him deep; working the tip into her throat, as she nudged her middle finger between Ben's cheeks. He tensed, clenching for a moment, then relaxing. Carefully, she worked her finger into his ass. By the time she reached her knuckle he was getting close.

"Give it to me, Ben," she said, briefly taking her mouth off him.

It was his turn to gasp for breath. His hands closed in a death grip on the arms of the chair. He felt the tightness in his balls and his body stiffened.

"I'm cumming" he groaned.

Gina's mouth returned to the head of Ben's cock. Her right hand jerked him hard and fast, while she continued probing his asshole. She felt his cock swell in her hand and he came, firing a long stream of cum into her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and ran down. Her lips parted and it dribbled out of her mouth, down his cock, and over her fingers. He fired again and again as she milked him with her hand and mouth, and continued massaging his prostate.

"I want it all," she begged, tilting her head to look up at him. "Give me every drop."

He writhed as she tightened her grip on his now hyper-sensitive cock, squeezing out the last of his semen. Satisfied she'd gotten it all, she gingerly let her finger slide out of his ass. Releasing his cock, she rubbed his cum around with her fingertips.

"We made a mess," she said, smiling.

"We?" he questioned.

"Mmmm, hmmm," she allowed.

Gina laid her cheek on Ben's right hip. She stayed there for several minutes, watching his face and running her fingers over his skin, while his breathing slowly returned to normal.

"If you can stand up," he said, finally, "there's a roll of paper towels on the shelf over there."

She dragged the back of her wrist across her lips, wiping away some of his cum, then put her hands on his knees to steady herself as she stood up. A long sigh escaped her throat.

"Are you OK?" he asked.

"Yes," she assured him. "Just getting old."

He laughed as she picked up the towels and returned to him. After they mopped up his cum -- from the floor, his lower body, and her face -- Gina once more sat on Ben's lap, leaned against his chest, and lowered her head to his shoulder.

"We should do it again, soon," he suggested. "And, include Gaby."

"Absolutely," she agreed, nodding.

They rested for a few more minutes, then -- still feeling physically drained -- Ben and Gina descended the stairs cautiously. Both were naked, and carried their clothes. Reaching the second floor, they went to the master bedroom suite -- located directly under Ben's office. They cleaned up in the bathroom. Gina quickly re-dressed, and Ben ditched his costume in favor of a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, before the two entered the hallway heading toward the stairway to the first floor. As they approached an open bedroom door, they heard familiar sounds coming from inside. They peeked around the doorframe. In the dim light, they could make out three bodies on the bed. Ben recognized them all.

Sam, still wearing his Darth Vader helmet and cape, stood at the foot of the bed. Zoe, in her Slave Leia costume, knelt on the edge, leaning over with her face buried between Billie's legs, as Sam thrust into her from behind. Billie -- wearing only the top of her Wonder Woman costume, and her wrists securely bound with her golden lasso -- moaned delightedly as Zoe lapped at her pussy.

"Would that be considered incest?" Ben asked, rhetorically.

"What?" Gina asked in return.

"Darth Vader and Princess Leia," Ben said.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Gina asked.

"Star Wars," he said. "Vader is Leia's father."

She looked at him, shaking her head.

"I'm not really into science fiction," she said. "I only wore this costume because so many people tell me I look like one of the robot chicks from that show."

"So, you've never seen Star Wars, or Firefly, or Battlestar Galactica?" he asked, incredulously. "Are you kidding me?"

"You are such a fraking geek," she said, pulling at his arm. "Come on."

He shook his head as they walked down the hallway. Reaching the first floor, Gina turned to him.

"I'm gonna go," she said. "I have to work tomorrow, uh, today."

"So, you just came over to use my body?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "We've been waiting so long to do this, and I didn't want to miss another chance."

Ben tried to convince Gina to stay, but finally gave in and retrieved her coat. He escorted Gina to her car. Though it was New Year's Eve -- New Year's Day, he corrected himself -- the weather was relatively mild. He estimated the temperature to be in the mid-40s. They exchanged several more kisses and another round of New Year's wishes before she left. Ben watched her drive away, then spun on his heels, and walked back toward the house.



Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 13b



Ben re-entered the house and found the party still in full swing. He cut through the living room as he made his way to the kitchen. Couples -- and larger groups -- occupied many of the available seats while performing myriad sexual acts. Ben stopped for a moment to watch police officer Sharon ride her handcuffed, criminal husband, Karl, as he lay on the couch. She struck his chest several times with her fake nightstick, and both moaned loudly as she moved up and down the length of him.

A hand clapped down on Ben's right shoulder. He turned his head to see Noah standing beside him, Adrian just behind.

"We're gonna get out of here," Adrian said, his eyes tracing over Karl's body.

"You don't want to stay the night?" Ben asked. "We have plenty of room."

"We can't," Noah chimed in. "If Adrian doesn't get a full eight on his Sleep Number mattress he gets pretty crabby."

"A full eight, huh?" Ben deadpanned. "Are we talking about sleep, or something else?"

Noah gave him a wink and Ben chuckled. As he walked the two men to the front door, he remembered nights in the Army when they'd all slept on muddy ground, in the pouring rain. The three stood and talked for a few more minutes, then Ben fetched their coats, hugged both, and said goodbye.

Becoming aware of a growing thirst, Ben renewed his journey toward the kitchen, opting this time to use the hallway instead of cutting through the living room and dining room, lest he run across something else that might divert his attention. Reaching his destination, he grabbed a few ice cubes, and poured himself a glass of Coca-Cola. Gaby walked in as he set down the bottle.

"Hey, Baby," she said. "Did you and Gina have fun?"

He began to nod, but Gaby put her hands on his cheeks, then slid them together, covering his mouth.

"Give me raspberries," she said.

"What?" he asked, his voice muffled.

"Blow," she ordered.

He did so. She laughed and lowered her hands to his chest.

"Care to tell me what that was about?" he asked.

"You just motorboated Bridget," she said.

His head tilted quizzically.

"Are you crazy?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"No," she insisted. "She just let me touch her boobs."

He didn't speak, just looked at her. She smiled and nodded her head.

"You heard me, Babe," she said. "Bridget let me hold them, and rub them, and lick them."

"Oh, my..." Ben moaned.

"Mmmm, hmmm," Gaby agreed. "They are amazing."

"I am so jealous," he said, then tried to grab her hands. "Give me those hands again."

She pulled away from him, laughing.

"Pervert," she said.

"Where are Brit and Dylan?" he asked.

"I think they're still going at it in the other room," Gaby replied.

"Why didn't you stay?" he asked.

"I was there for round one," she said. "I came a few times, then left to see what else is going on."

"Nice," Ben said, stepping closer. "Come here and I'll make you cum a few more times."

"I'll see you later, Baby," Gaby said, as she backed toward the dining room. "I have to go catch up with Whitney and Bridget."

"Tease," he said, loudly.

She stuck out her tongue and disappeared around the archway. Ben exhaled a long breath.

"I need to cool off," he said, to the otherwise empty kitchen.

Ben stepped out the back door. Looking toward the hot tub, he could see three heads projecting above the side, but in the dim light, he couldn't make out faces. His gaze was drawn upward, and he admired the stars in a cloudless sky. His mind wandered until he heard the door open again. He turned his head as Caroline walked onto the porch. The ridiculous inflatable breasts she'd arrived with had disappeared. Ben guessed her real chest measured roughly 32A.

"Hi," she said. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," he said. "Having a good time?"

"A great time," she assured him. "Thank you so much for inviting me."

"You're welcome," he said.

They remained silent for a few moments.

"I heard something about you," she said, huddling close to his left side.

"Oh. What was that?" he questioned.

"That you have magic fingers," she said.

"Who told you that?" he asked.

"Catwoman," Caroline answered. "She raved about them."

"Well, I've often been told I possess a certain digital talent," he said.

"How would a girl go about finding out for herself?" she asked.

"Well, you could try asking nicely," Ben suggested.

She pulled down the zipper of her uniform and leaned against him, letting the bare skin of her chest touch his arm.

"Ben, would you please make me cum with your magic fingers?" she asked in a whisper.

He turned his head to look at her. She pulled open her uniform and his eyes traveled to her chest. Her nipples stood out in the crisp air. Ben led her to the patio table.

"Put your hands on the table," he ordered.

She complied, placing her palms on the cold wrought iron. He stood behind her, a step to the side. She looked back at him over her left shoulder. Gazing into her eyes, he reached out to slide his right hand between her thighs. His fingers touched her skin, and slowly drifted upward. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Yesss," she whispered.

He discovered she wore no panties, and his fingers brushed her wet lips. Her breathing quickened as he wiggled his fingers.

"You're so warm and wet," Ben said.

As he continued moving the fingers of his right hand, he fumbled with his left, trying to open the button of his jeans. He slipped the tip of his forefinger inside her and she moaned. Caroline removed her left hand from the table and reached back to squeeze his crotch. The denim he wore prevented her from getting much of a grip. Finally, he managed to get his pants open, and he pushed them down a few inches, exposing the head of his hardening cock. He guided her hand to it, and she took hold of the tip, letting her fingers run over the slit.

Ben moved his left hand to her chest. He cupped her right breast and pulled her up to a standing position, the left side of her back against his chest. She turned her head and kissed him. His hand migrated downward, tracing over the skin of her stomach until he slipped inside her dress, ultimately reaching her clit. Her body stiffened under his touch. He rubbed her bud gently, making small circles, and her hips began to shimmy in response.

Caroline moaned as Ben slid the thumb of his right hand between the cheeks of her ass. He pressed it against her hole, without penetrating her. The sensation surprised her and she rose up onto her tip-toes. He increased the speed of his exertions on her clit.

"Fuck me," she sighed. "You weren't kidding about those fingers."

Ben smiled. He varied the pattern of his kneading; changing pace, direction, and force as her body quivered. His mouth found the side of her neck as her body writhed. Her hands sought his body, her nails scratched at him, trying to find some part of him to hold. Angling his hand underneath her, he poked another finger into her cunt.

"Oh, God," she cried, her knees nearly buckling.

Caroline's moans grew louder as Ben continued his efforts. Just a minute later, her body tensed and she held her breath for several seconds, before she gasped for air, and let a long, low moan escape her throat as her body trembled. Leaning forward, she supported herself using the table. Ben adjusted his hands quickly as she moved, both to steady her, and to keep pleasuring her.

Her body did not convulse wildly, merely shaking in a manner Ben thought to be almost delicate. What Caroline's orgasm lacked in violence, it made up for in duration. It took fully five minutes before her eyes opened and her breathing slowed. He gingerly removed his fingers from her flesh.

"I need to sit down," she whispered.

Ben helped her to a nearby chez lounge and she lay back on the cold fabric of the cushion. He sat down on the edge as aftershocks of her orgasm rolled over her. The fingertips of his right hand touched her right knee. Dragging them upward slowly, he savored her warm skin.

"Are you cold?" he asked. "We could go inside."

"How 'bout the hot tub?" she asked in return.

"Everything's better when wet," he said, quoting Steve Miller.

Being so young, she missed the reference. Ben helped her stand up, then turned toward the house.

"I'll meet you there," he told her. "I have to grab something from inside."

"I have one," Caroline said.

She smiled, reached into a pocket of her dress, and pulled out a condom. Taking his hand, she led him to the tub. Ben could now identify the three people he'd noticed earlier. Julie, who'd arrived dressed as Audrey Hepburn, complete with the required elbow-length, black satin opera gloves, straddled Mike -- the Spartan. The pale skin of her 34D breasts pressed against his chest, and her long brown hair was a matted mess on her back. Sonny -- the pilot -- stood behind Julie. All three were naked, as far as Ben could tell, and they moved with each other. He could easily imagine what was happening under the water.

Ben and Caroline stripped down and climbed into the tub, taking seats across from the trio who, despite the audience, continued their carnal activities without hesitation. Waves splashed over the side of the tub and Julie grunted loudly as she rode the two men. Caroline's hand found Ben's erect cock and she stroked him slowly.

Taking the golden foil packet from Caroline, Ben tore it open and removed the lubricated condom. She let go of him as he rolled the latex down his shaft. Once it was secure, Ben pulled Caroline onto his lap. Straddling him, she kissed his lips as he guided himself to her.

"Mmmm," she moaned as he slipped inside her.

Carefully, she lowered herself onto him, working her way downward -- inch by inch -- until she enveloped his entire length. She stopped for several moments, letting herself adjust to him, and then began to slide her hips back and forth. Starting slowly, she steadily increased the speed and force of her rocking. While Ben remained still, Caroline's motion shifted more than two inches of his cock in and out of her pussy.

His left hand found her ponytail and he pulled. Her head fell back as he angled his neck to lick her left nipple. Her arms wrapped around his head and she pulled him into her. He sucked hard on her breast.

"That feels so fucking good," Caroline sighed. "Suck my titty."

Though his mouth stayed locked on her skin, he tried to mumble a response, the vibrations rumbled through her chest, increasing her pleasure. She pulled his face up to hers and kissed him. Ben grabbed her ass and yanked her toward him. He plunged deep inside her, not stopping until theirs hips collided. He repeated the action again and again as her nails dug into his shoulders.

Hearing a familiar sound, Ben broke the kiss with Caroline. Looking over her shoulder, he saw Julie's body shaking. She cried out as she came, still squeezed between Mike and Sonny. Before her orgasm ended, Sonny groaned. His fingers dug into the flesh of Julie's hips, his body tensed, and then he bucked hard as he fired his cum into her ass. Caroline tried to turn her head to observe them.

"I want to see," she said, twisting herself on Ben's lap.

He let go of Caroline and she spun around quickly. Once more, she took him inside her, and leaned against his chest as she lifted and lowered her hips, riding him. She tried to keep her eyes on the trio, but another orgasm wracked her body, and her eyes closed tightly. His hands slid around her; his left cupping her right breast, his right sinking down between her legs. He rubbed her clit roughly as tremors ran through her every nerve. Again, she came quietly, the expression of her bliss barely audible.

Ben watched as Sonny extracted himself from Julie. He carefully removed the condom he'd been wearing, and then awkwardly sat down next to Mike. Julie kissed him as she continued moving on Mike's lap. Within a minute, both Mike and Julie moaned as they came together.

The sight and sound of the simultaneous orgasms -- combined with the feeling of Caroline's cunt gripping his cock as she came yet again -- pushed Ben over the edge. He managed to warn Caroline just before he convulsed, and she felt his cock pulsate as he fired his cum into her.

"Yesss," he grunted as his strong arms crushed her thin body against him.

She clutched at his arms, trying to steady herself as he shook, even as her third orgasm in less than 30 minutes slowly subsided. As the breathing and heart rates of five people returned to normal, the only sound on the porch was the soft, steady gurgling of the water. The near silence lasted almost 10 minutes.

"This party's kind of boring, Ben," Sonny said, finally. "Next time plan a little entertainment for your guests, OK?"

The exhausted occupants of the hot tub exploded in laughter. When it faded, Ben assured them he would try harder when he and Gaby planned their Groundhog Day party. More laughter echoed off the house. Another 10 minutes passed before the prune-skinned group exited the tub.

By the time Ben and Caroline re-entered the house, things seemed to have quieted down. Walking into the living room, Ben noticed Kate and Natalie asleep on the couch. Dylan and Brit were curled up -- still awake -- in The Ben Chair. They smiled and waved at Ben. He asked if they'd seen Gaby lately, and they directed him toward the den. Caroline left him to find a bathroom as he went to check on Gaby. Sticking his head in the room, he saw her sandwiched between Whitney and Bridget. All three were naked; pieces of their now-discarded costumes littered the floor.

He took a few moments to revel in the sight of their bodies writhing together; a sheen of sweat covering them. Gaby's mouth locked on the right nipple of Bridget's massive breasts as she fingered the buxom redhead. Whitney kissed his fiancé's neck, while her hands traveled up and down Gaby's body. A groan escaped his throat as he took in the scene. After several minutes, Ben forced himself to leave the doorway. He crossed the living room, entered the foyer, and climbed the stairs. Halfway to the second floor he ran into two married couples -- Robert and Gloria, along with Godfrey and Maya.

"Hey, guys," he said. "Having fun?"

They all replied in the affirmative. And, after a comically conspiratorial look around, Robert revealed to Ben the four had just finished having sex in the same room.

"Oh, nice," Ben allowed. "A little swapping action?"

"No," Gloria said quickly.

Ben could swear he detected a slight blush in her cheeks. Gloria was a gorgeous, tiny, black woman. She stood a mere 5'0" tall, and her small stature almost begged men to pick her up. At least that's one of the things Ben fantasized about doing to her.

"This was our first time doing anything like this," Gloria continued, taking hold of Robert's arm.

"That's cool," Ben said. "Go at your own pace. No rush, no pressure."

They spoke for another minute before parting. Robert and Gloria left for home; God and Maya went to the kitchen for a drink. Ben continued up the stairs.

After a short shower, Ben pulled on a clean t-shirt and a pair of boxer-briefs, then crawled into bed. Propped up against the headboard, he looked at the glow-in-the-dark stars, planets, and moons stuck to the walls and ceiling. The door opened and he recognized Gaby's petite frame in the light. She was naked, and carried the various pieces of her costume.

"Hey, Baby," she said, dropping the items to the floor. "I ran into some friends."

Two more female forms stepped through the doorway. They both said hello. He recognized Andy's voice. The other, he quickly discovered, was Santana. Gaby closed the door. She removed her wig, and then helped the other two strip off what little remained of their costumes. They climbed onto the bed and took turns kissing Ben.

"Were you going to sleep?" Gaby asked.

"Not really," he said. "I was just relaxing."

"Good," Andy said, "because we still have some energy to burn off."

"What did you have in mind?" Ben asked, teasing.

The women didn't answer him, instead leaning in to enjoy a three-way kiss. Ben watched for a few moments, then joined. He tried to wrap his strong arms around the women. Andy broke the kiss, placed her hands on Ben's chest, and pushed him down on the bed. She crawled on top of him and kissed him again, her tongue dancing around his. Ben's right hand cupped Andy's ass, squeezing her left cheek. His left hand groped for Gaby. Finding her arm, he pulled her to him. She kissed his neck.

"You're wearing too much clothing, Baby," Gaby said, tugging at his t-shirt.

Several hands grabbed it and pulled, stretching the material. He heard the lightweight cotton rip. The sound seemed to provoke the women's lust. Like animals, all three women clawed at the ruined top, tearing it from his body. Fingers wormed into the fly of his boxer-briefs. Before he could protest, his underwear were shredded. A hand cupped his balls, then drifted up to his stiffening shaft.

"That's much better," Andy said, pushing Santana aside so she could kiss Ben.

Ben maneuvered his right arm so he could fondle Andy's left breast. As he did so, she broke their kiss.

"I have an idea," she said.

Andy turned and told Santana to lie on her side, across the bed. She then directed Gaby to lie lengthwise, perpendicular to Santana. She placed Ben parallel to Gaby, then she herself lay parallel to Santana. It took only a moment for the other three to figure out what she wanted, and the four arranged themselves in a box-shaped daisy chain. Ben stabbed his tongue into Santana's clit.

"Oh, God," she cried out, momentarily turning her face from its position between Gaby's legs.

As she rubbed Andy's clit, Gaby lapped at the lips of her pussy. Andy, meanwhile, stroked Ben's cock, running her hand up and down its length, as she took one of his testicles into her mouth. Ben grunted at the sensation, always finding that act a mixture of pleasure and pain. He forced himself to concentrate on satisfying Santana. Admittedly, the position did not make this easy.

Moving his tongue to her lips, Ben bent his arm and massaged her clit with his thumb. She began to grind her hips against him, as if trying to ride his face. He forced his tongue into her, fucking her with it. Her body began to coil involuntarily as tension built within her. Only a minute later, she came. He kept his mouth on her as she convulsed. Despite her legs pressed against his ears, he could hear her moaning.

Andy released his cock. Prying his head from between Santana's thighs, he looked at Andy. He watched as she crawled to Santana, and took her left nipple in her mouth. Gaby kissed Santana's mouth as her orgasm continued. Swiveling his body, he eased two fingers into the young woman, extending her bliss.

"Don't stop, Ben," Gaby ordered. "Make her cum again."

Removing his fingers from her, he slipped off the bed and knelt on the floor. Grabbing Santana's hips, he pulled her toward him. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and again pushed his face into her wetness.

"Fuck," she groaned, as she put her hands on Ben's forehead and tried to push him away.

Gaby and Andy grabbed her wrists and steered her hands over her head. While holding her securely, they used their mouths on her body. Santana writhed on the bed, twisting the sheets and blankets into a small mountain of chaos. The three quickly made Santana cum again. She gasped for breath and tried to free herself from their erotic torture.

Ben removed his face from Santana's crotch. As he turned toward the nightstand, Andy jumped off the bed and took his place. Her tongue found Santana's bud, and the younger woman's body quivered. Ben tore open another condom. He put it on and returned to Santana. Grabbing Andy's hair, he pulled firmly. Her head tilted back, and he kissed her hard, both of them with Santana's juices on their lips.




Ben & Gabrielle Ch. 13b



"Are you ready for some cock?" Gaby asked, lowering her face to Santana's.

The girl nodded silently. Ben broke his kiss with Andy and positioned himself at the edge of the bed, between Santana's legs. He pulled her closer, then guided his hardness to her.

"I want to help," Andy said, grabbing his cock.

He groaned as she wiggled the head back and forth over Santana's clit, teasing two people at once.

"Andy," Ben growled.

She giggled in his ear and moved the tip of his cock between Santana's wet lips. He nudged himself forward and slipped inside her. Stepping behind him, Andy pressed herself against his back, forcing several inches of his length into Santana.

"Give her more," Andy hissed in his ear.

Ben complied, sinking into her. Their skin was ablaze; the heat emanating from four bodies drove them all toward delirium. Ben's eyes traced up Santana's body as Gaby spun around and straddled her face. In the dim light, he could just make out the Spanish-style cross tattooed above the crack of Gaby's ass.

"Mmmm, eat that pussy," Gaby moaned.

Ben twisted his torso and grabbed Andy, pulling her around to his front. He kissed her mouth, and his tongue tangled with hers.

"Look at that ass," he said, turning Andy toward Gaby.

"It's so fucking perfect," Andy said. "I just want to bite it."

Ben shoved Andy onto the bed. She looked at him for a moment, and he nodded his head toward Gaby. Andy smiled, knowing what he desired. She flipped over, placed her hands on Gaby's shoulders, and pushed her forward until her hands lay flat on the bed. Andy kissed the back of Gaby's neck, then slowly moved downward, letting her tongue trail down Gaby's spine. Ben watched as Andy's mouth passed over Gaby's tattoo.

"Do it," Ben whispered.

Andy took a few moments to admire Gaby's ass as Santana continued licking her pussy, then leaned forward and slipped her tongue between the Gaby's cheeks. Gaby cried out at the sensation, her body nearly fell forward, and Andy grabbed her hips to hold her in place. Hearing the noises Gaby made spurred Ben. Spreading her legs farther, he increased the speed and force of his thrusts into Santana. The young woman's arms flailed at the flesh arrayed all about her.

Ben lost track of time. The bed became a blur of body parts. The room filled with myriad sounds of pleasure. In the dim light -- beyond the limits of his own anatomy -- Ben couldn't be completely certain of who was doing what to whom. He heard Gaby moan. At the same instant, Santana's pussy contracted around his cock.

Santana nearly screamed, though the sound was muffled by Gaby's crotch. Santana and Gaby bucked against each other -- shaking the entire bed -- as they came at the same time. Ben pushed himself deep inside Santana as the orgasm rolled through her. The tightness in his balls -- which always presaged his orgasms -- grew quickly. His knees threatened to buckle. Holding Santana's legs, both to stab into her and to steady himself, he came. He grunted loudly as his hips convulsed violently. Andy spun and kissed Ben. Her arms wrapped around him and she held him tightly while he fired his cum into Santana.

As the carnal tension drained from Ben's body, Andy eased him to the bed, gently turning him so he lay beside Santana. Gaby collapsed at his head, lying perpendicular to he and Santana. Exhausted, Ben reached upward, searching for Gaby's hand. Their finger intertwined.

"Baby...," she whispered.

He tried to respond, but the words caught in his throat as Andy took hold of his wilting -- now hyper-sensitive -- cock and carefully removed the condom he'd been wearing. She stepped off the bed and deposited the prophylactic in the garbage can.

"You guys suck," Andy said, returning to stand beside the bed.

The three weary occupants looked at her, though remained silent.

"Everybody came but me," Andy complained.

A chorus of "awwws" drifted up from the sheets, and Ben's free hand reached out to Andy. She clasped it to her chest as she climbed on the bed and lay against his right side, letting his hand slide around her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, Honey," Gaby said, twisting her body to give Andy a kiss.

"Give me a few minutes to recover and I'll make it up to you," Ben said, quietly.

Andy shivered as his fingertips tickled the damp skin of her back.

"I can't believe I love you two," Andy groused.

"Hey," Santana objected. "What about me?"

"Well, I just met you, Sweetie," Andy replied. "Give me time."

Eight hands groped lazily in the dark; tongues darted out, tasting sweat and juices, or tangled with another as heart rates, which had so recently returned to normal, slowly increased again. A quarter of an hour passed, before Ben rolled to his right and roughly pushed Andy onto her back.

"Mmmm, tough guy," she whispered.

He crawled on top of her, maneuvering himself between her legs, while kissing her mouth. Gaby and Santana positioned themselves on either side of Ben and Andy, and both leaned over to kiss Ben's shoulders and back. Moving downward, Ben kissed Andy's neck, then her collarbone, and drifted to her left nipple. Gaby's lips replaced Ben's against Andy's. Both women moaned. As Ben's mouth traveled across Andy's stomach, Santana licked Andy's nipple.

Ben's tongue found Andy's clit and her body jumped, involuntarily trying to fold up. Gaby shifted her mouth to Andy's neck, and she writhed as the three focused on her pleasure.

"That's what I'm talking about," Andy sighed. "My sexy little fuck-minion."

Her comment was followed by a chorus of laughter from the others.

"Don't stop," she ordered, trying to force three heads back to her skin.

Ben returned to her cunt, pushing his tongue inside her, fucking her with it. Andy didn't last long. The combined efforts of the three brought on the orgasm she'd complained about being denied earlier. She thrashed around on the bed as Ben fought to keep his mouth on her.

When her body relaxed, Gaby and Santana sat up, though let their fingers trail over her skin. Ben rose to his knees.

"Turn over," he ordered.

Andy looked at him, letting her eyes travel down his body to his erect cock.

"Yes, sir," she teased.

As she flipped over onto her hands and knees, he slapped her ass -- an ass he considered second only to Gaby's in its perfection.

"Don't call me sir," he said, as she yelped at the pain.

Gaby leaned toward the nightstand. Straightening her body, she extended her right hand to Ben. He took the condom she held. As he tore open the package, Gaby stroked his cock, releasing him only as he rolled the latex down his shaft. Positioning himself behind Andy, he let his hardness brush her wet lips. Forgetting the sting of his blow, she moaned.

"Fuck me, Ben," Andy pleaded, looking back at him over her shoulder. "Right now!"

Needing no further prompting, Ben obeyed, guiding his cock to her pussy. Her wetness lubricated him and he slid in easily. He gave her several inches before he stopped. Santana wormed her way under Andy, wiggling into the 69 position. Without hesitation, Andy's tongue attacked the young woman's pussy. Santana grabbed Andy's hips as her mouth reciprocated Andy's effort.

Ben's hands overlapped Santana's. He held Andy as he withdrew an inch, then pushed deeper. Deliberately, he worked his cock in and out of her tight cunt. Ben's mind fought his body's desire, reminding it -- in increasingly fuzzy messages -- to avoid slamming himself into Andy because Santana lay beneath; her tongue slipping back and forth between Andy's clit and Ben's scrotum.

Gaby crouched in front of Andy. She tugged Andy's hair, tilting her head back away from Santana's pussy, and kissed her. She savored the taste of Santana on Andy's mouth. Her fingers fell between Santana's legs, and Gaby nudged two fingers inside. Ben thrust harder as Gaby and Andy alternated between kissing each other and pleasuring Santana.

Not to be left out, Gaby pulled Andy's right hand between her own legs. Taking the cue, Andy's fingers dipped into the wetness she found there. Once more, the room filled with a cacophony of sound indicating unbounded pleasure, both given and received. Skin pressed against skin, and bodies writhed atop the sheets as four people recklessly approached erotic oblivion.

Andy came first. With all the movement on the bed, Ben missed the tremors beginning to run through her body, but felt her cunt contract around his cock. She screamed as he forced himself into her. Her orgasm set off a chain reaction amongst the women. Santana and Gaby came almost simultaneously as Ben watched, his cock throbbing. Releasing Santana's hands, he planted his left hand on the small of Andy's back, and with his right reached out to caress Gaby's cheek as she shook.

Ben, however, didn't cum. He struggled to remain inside Andy as the three women convulsed, but as the waves of their orgasms receded, Ben carefully let himself slip from Andy's pussy. Finding himself kneeling beside a mound of quivering flesh, his fiancé somewhere in it, he contemplated the three beautiful, sweaty bodies as his cock stood at attention.

Breathing diminished, moans faded, senses returned, and hands reached out in search of others, as if seeking assurance this was real, and not some wild, concupiscent illusion. Ben heard a soft, plaintive voice. He grabbed Andy's hips and rolled her over. Santana sat up.

"Thank you," she said, quietly. "I was running out of air down there."

"I'm sorry, Sweetie," Andy said, touching Santana's shoulder. "Come here."

Santana lay down next to Andy and the two traded kisses. Gaby lifted her head. She caught sight of Ben's erection.

"How the hell are you still hard?" she exclaimed.

"I didn't cum when you three did," he told her.

Andy and Santana raised their heads to gaze at Ben's penis.

"You've got to be kidding me," Andy whispered as she reached out to touch the head. "You're like some kind of fucking sex god, Ben. How many times can you make women cum?"

"Come here, and I'll give you something to worship," Ben joked.

"Praise the Lord and pass the condoms," Andy shouted.

"Let's find out," Gaby said, popping up to her knees.

"What?" Ben asked.

"I need to cum again," Gaby told him. "And, you're gonna make me."

She crawled toward him in the darkness.

"Haven't you had enough yet?" he asked.

"You know me, Baby; too much is never enough," she said. "Besides, we can't leave you like that."

"I think you three just might kill me tonight," Ben groused.

Pushing Ben down to the bed, she quickly climbed on top of him. Grabbing his shaft, she stripped off the condom, held him steady as she straddled him, and -- without hesitation -- lowered herself onto him. He slipped past her lips, sliding deep inside her.

"Ohhh, yesss," Gaby sighed as he filled her.

Gaby enveloped him completely, stopping as her wet lips reached the base of his shaft. After pausing for a few moments, she began to rotate her hips, making small circles which shifted his cock inside her. He reached up to cup her breasts and pinched her nipples gently. Andy lay against Ben's right side and began kissing his body. Santana did the same on his left.

Taking his hands, Gaby pulled them away from her chest, intertwined her fingers with his, and held them tightly. Using him to brace herself, she carefully placed her feet flat on the bed. Squatting over Ben, she began moving up and down. Her pace steadily increased, and within a minute she was taking his length from tip to balls. She drove herself down on him over and over.

Andy watched for a few moments, then positioned herself on her knees, next to Gaby. She slid her left hand between Gaby's legs and found her clit. Andy rubbed hard as Gaby rode Ben. It was as if Andy had tossed a lit match into a pile of dynamite. Gaby cried out and her body shuddered violently as an orgasm exploded through her body. Ben tried to focus on her face -- he loved watching her cum -- as her cunt contracted around his cock and she nearly crushed his fingers with hers.

"Bennnn," she moaned, as she stopped moving atop him.

Her ass rested on his hips, his cock buried inside her. She stayed there for several minutes; convulsing, moaning, squeezing Ben's fingers. Andy continued moving her fingers on Gaby's clit.

"Cum again," Andy demanded.

Only a few moments later, Gaby did so. Still impaled on Ben's cock, another orgasm washed over her as her cunt tried to squash him inside her. They moaned together.

"Yes," Andy hissed. "That's it!"

Andy removed her hand from Gaby's crotch and brought her fingers to Gaby's mouth. Parting her lips, Gaby let them slip inside and swirled her tongue around as she licked off her juices. Slowly recovering from her latest orgasm, Gaby awkwardly lowered her knees to the sheets, falling against Ben's body, her chest pressed to his.

"Madre de Dios," she whispered, looking into his eyes. "I don't think I've ever cum that hard."

"I never get tired of helping you do that," Ben replied, smiling.

"Your turn," she said, arching her back, altering the position of his cock in her.

He'd cum three times in the last few hours, with three different women, and the thought materialized in his brain that it might take a minor miracle for him to do it a fourth time. He was hard, that wasn't an issue, but he was sure his balls couldn't possibly have anything left to give.

"I want that big cock to cum one more time, Baby," Gaby whispered, as if reading his mind.

She kissed his goatee-covered chin.

"I know what'll make you cum," Gaby said, suddenly.

She lifted her hips, letting him slip from her wetness, and climbed off the bed. Andy didn't let his cock get cold. Twisting her body, she leaned over to wrap her mouth around him, and she sucked hard. Santana planed small kisses on Ben's lips.

In the darkened room, Gaby searched through the pile of clothing and accessories the women had removed before joining Ben in the bed. It took a minute to find what she sought -- the leather gloves she'd been wearing with her costume. She pulled them on, then donned her mask and cat ears. Jumping on the bed, she nudged Andy and Santana aside and moved close to Ben's face, letting him see what she now wore.

"You know me too well," he groaned, as she held up her hands to show off the gloves.

Gaby purred as she bent her fingers and made clawing motions in the air. Dropping her hands to his chest, she dragged her fingers across his skin as she slithered down his body. Her shoulders passed his waist and his cock popped up.

"Meow," Gaby said, her cheeks brushing against his inner thighs.

Ben reached out for Gaby, but Andy and Santana intercepted his arms. The two women pinned him to the bed.

"Don't worry, Ben," Andy said. "Gaby knows what to do."

Andy kissed him as Gaby took his cock in her mouth. She wasted no time, and Ben moaned as she buried her lips in his trimmed pubic hair. Her throat clutched at the head of his cock, trying to devour him. His hips lifted off the bed as she held him there. Her left hand moved to his stomach and pushed downward, as if trying to control him. Her right cupped his balls, gently pressing them against his body.

Gaby pulled back until the tip of his cock rested between her lips. Her tongue flicked over it a half dozen times before she deep throated him once more. His breathing came in gasps as she repeated the process for another two minutes. She felt the tension in his legs, and his balls tightened in her hand.

"That's it, Baby," Gaby demanded, letting him slip from her mouth. "Give it to me."

Her hot mouth wrapped around him one more time, and she moved with him as he came, bucking against her. Andy and Santana watched as he fired his cum down Gaby's throat. Though his orgasm was intense, it produced little ejaculate -- he simply hadn't enough time to replace the supply. Nonetheless, Gaby greedily swallowed every bit he could muster.

She rode out the storm of his orgasm, waiting for him to relax before allowing his withering cock to slip past her lips and collapse to his lower belly. Circling her fingers around the base of his cock, she squeezed -- hard -- and slid her hand upward, milking the very last drop from him. She removed it with her tongue.

Remaining between Ben's legs, Gaby kissed his skin, then lowered her head to rest on his inner thigh. Her warm breath washed over his groin. She stayed there, licking her lips, until the tremors running him faded completely.

"Jesus," Santana sighed, softly. "I don't want to fuck again for a year."

"What?" her three bedmates questioned in unison.

"I've cum so many times tonight, I don't think I'll be able to walk straight for at least that long," Santana explained.

Her three companions laughed as Santana let out a groan and rolled aside. Gaby carefully crawled up to lay against Ben's left side, her head resting on his shoulder. He turned and kissed her forehead. Andy saw this.

"Aren't you going to kiss her?" Andy asked.

"I just did," Ben said.

"Her mouth?" Andy continued.

"No," Ben answered, hesitantly.

"Uh, oh," Gaby chimed in. "Now you're in trouble."

"Why not?" Andy pressed.

"Because," Ben said, simply.

"The first time we were alone together, you tongued my fucking asshole in the shower," she teased. "But you won't kiss your fiancé after you cum in her mouth?"

"Exactly, 'in the shower'," Ben parroted.

"He tongued your ass?" Santana asked. "Oh, my God; I've never had that done to me."

"If you clean it, I'll lick it," Ben assured the trio.

Gaby giggled.

"It's a guy thing," Ben insisted.

"That's kind of selfish, don't you think?" Andy asked.

"Everybody has their thing," Ben said. "A line they won't cross. That's mine."

"My stubborn guy," Gaby said, sticking out her tongue.

"You knew it when you agreed to marry me," Ben reminded her.

Gaby shrugged and threw up her hands theatrically.

"I'm just breaking your balls, Ben," Andy said. "But, we're going to have to work on that."

"Don't fill Gaby's head with your evil ideas," Ben told her.

"Hey," Gaby objected, punching him in the shoulder.

"Go to sleep, Baby," he said, hugging her to him as he laughed.

"You're so lucky I love you," Gaby said, snuggling against him.

"I know," he whispered.

Andy lay down on the far side of the bed, with Santana between her and Gaby. The four struggled to straighten the sheets and blankets without getting up. Sufficiently covered, and amidst a tangle of arms and legs, the exhausted lovers drifted off to a contented sleep.