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Gabrielle

By: taboosanddarkdesires



Sometimes a story needs another perspective, another side. Jory and Jules, who we've already met, have an inquisitive friend. This is her tale. If you enjoy hers, you might just like theirs...

From the very beginning Juliette was the most wonderful best friend Gabi could have wished for. Their families were neighbours, so from the moment they socialised as toddlers they were inseparable. Thick as thieves. Joined at the hip. Everywhere one went the other was close behind. The only time this was any different was when the two of them trailed after Jules' brother, Jory. Two years the girl's senior, he tolerated the twin terrors with the sort of stoic patience that only a big brother can muster. 

But mostly the world belonged to Jules and Gabi. As little girls it was dress-ups, princesses and ponies in either bedroom, or war and hide and seek with Jory. In primary school there was musical numbers in the living room, complete with choreography, bike rides after school and beating dumb boys at their own games. Early on this occasionally resulted in pulled hair, until Jory got wind of it, after which the boys left them alone. Summers were spent camping or by the pool, giggling at Jory and his friends as they did stupid boy things to impress each other.

In high school there were sleep overs, boy bands and boobs. They helped each other through the most awkward of the teen years, sharing all the scariness and unknown as they changed from confident young girls into confident young women. Boys seemed to get a little less dumb through this period, with Jory in particular beginning to fill out his growing frame. 

There was nothing that Gabi and Jules didn't share, so it was no surprise that the second she had gathered herself, Jules ran next door to share her first masturbation experience. Flopping on her back on Gabi's bed, Jules described how she had been dozing in the sunlight in her room when she'd thrown her leg across one of her pillows. Shifting in her sleep, she had begun to inadvertently rub herself along the edge of the pillow. Waking to the most delicious sensations between her legs, Jules had been confused at what was happening, but hadn't wanted the feeling to stop. Flushed and panting, she had started to grind herself onto the pillow, shifting so it was beneath her body. She had increased the pace and intensity, until all of the sudden a flood of wonderful warmth had rushed through her, leaving her quite breathless. 

By the time the girls were in the shadow of their 20's they were both avid masturbators, sharing fantasies and techniques and stories with each other. While Gabi had never done anything more than kiss a boy, she was very comfortable with her body, and had chosen to wait until the right boy came along. 

There was, however, an instance of something that Gabi had chosen not to share with Jules. The previous summer, Jory had finished high school and was preparing to head to university in the city. It was a time of celebration and freedom, and the boys all descended on Jules and Jory's house for days at a time to drink and smoke and lie by the pool. While they were growing up, Jory had always been like a bigger brother to her, nothing more. Then one afternoon Gabi had watched him climbing out of the pool, laughing, smiling, dripping, winking at her...

That night she lay awake gently brushing her clitoris through her panties with the summer breeze wandering across her body. In her mind's eye she saw Jory, his friends, the pool. She could feel the wetness begin to stain her panties as the fantasy took shape.

Jory walks over to her, grabbing her around the waist. She gasps; he's never been rough with her a day in his life. He pushes her onto one of the sun lounges, on her hands and knees. He rips her bikini bottoms off her as though they're nothing and forces her thighs further apart. She's already dripping when he thrusts himself into her, burying himself impossibly deep. The other boys are all watching her from across the pool, their eyes filled with envy and lust. Gabi moans while Jory fucks her tight pussy, her body rocking with each thrust. She moans as she makes eye contact with each of the boys, loving their jealous expressions. Jory reaches under her body and strokes her clit with his fingers while slides in and out at a steadily increasing pace. The other boys are stroking themselves now, silently masturbating for her. As she watches, the first one groans and shoots hot come onto the warm stones at the edge of the pool. One by one they all erupt with shouts and moans, all coming at the sight of her being fucked. Jory is the last to climax, and she feels his thick seed filling her cunt, and she comes...

She lay still for a moment as the thunder of her orgasm rumbled and echoed around her body. Her favourite dildo was still in her pussy, her fingers slick with her juices. She and Jules had long ago abandoned guilt when it came to fantasy; they're mantra of 'if it gets you off go with it' having served them well for many years. Nonetheless, she felt a tinge of discomfort at the nature of this fantasy. What would Jules say if she knew she'd imagined her big brother fucking her? She tell Jules about the fantasy of course, but she'd change names to protect the innocent.

That summer had progressed in a blur of parties and booze and, for Gabi, many Jory-fuelled orgasms. Her fantasies became ever-more tawdry as the weeks progressed, and her climaxes intensified in direct proportion. Towards the end of the summer it was all she could do to not blush when she saw him. She thought she was discreet and private about her feelings, but, as she would discover later, when someone knows you as well as Jules knew her, that is nearly impossible.

Twelve months later Gabi's life changed forever. Jory had been at uni in the city for a year, and while she still had incredibly dirty fantasies about her best friend's brother, she was still yet to physically fuck a boy. Jules on the other hand was incredibly confident in herself, and was having the most scandalous adventures of every kind. The two of them would sit up for hours on the hot nights while Juliette added fuel to Gabi's fiery catalogue of fantasy.

The weather got hotter and hotter, and so did Juliette's tales. Then came the mid-summer beach party, which grew every year in scale and scope. Waves lapped the sand on which bonfires lit the night sky for half a kilometre. Two full bars bookended the event and the thumping tunes resounded across waves and town alike. It was so hot at midnight that most of those dancing to the music were waist deep in the ocean. 

The two girls had started with a lovely bottle of sparking in the late afternoon, arriving at the party as the molten afternoon sun slipped below the waves. In bikinis and tiny sarongs, they both turned heads as they settled on the sand with a cocktail, eyeing the feast of glistening bodies writhing on the drop-in dancefloor. One of Gabi's favourite past times was to watch her best friend flirt, seduce, arouse and tempt. As the full moon began to rise she watched Jules beguiled a pair of boys, sliding in between their hard young bodies and trading kisses with them both as hands wandered everywhere. Gabi sat crossing and uncrossing her legs while she watched the scene, wanting to pull aside her bikini and slip two fingers into her pussy. 

The whole thing descended into farce as the gentle jostling of the boys to establish dominance of the situation escalated into a something near fisticuffs, while completely ignoring the reason for their hostility. While they argued over her, Jules slipped away and returned to Gabi where she fell on the sand, the two laughing hysterically. 

As midnight came and went the scene was more akin to a pagan ritual than a simple dance party. The fires blazed, people moved and slid and capered. At the fringes there was naked flesh alone and in twos and threes and more. 

As the sky began to turn pink where the water met the sky, the two girls were riding a fresh rush of euphoria, and music pounded into them like the waves crashing at the water's edge. As they swayed and floated in the sand, a stunning woman seemed to materialise next to them. She was older and her confidence and sensuality radiated off her like a heat haze.

As the new arrival's hands found Juliette's hips she leaned close to Gabi.

"You're both stunning, but I really want to taste your friend's come," she shouted over the music. "Is that ok with you?"

Gabi nodded dumbly as her best friend and the new comer danced closer. The woman turned Juliette's body toward the water and away from the bonfire's light. Gabi stepped backwards so she could see what was unfolding. As she watched, her friend's bikini was pulled aside. The lights and waves and chemicals created a kind of strobe effect before Gabi's eyes that made it hard to focus, but she could make out strong slender fingers tracing her friend's outer lips. Her other hand exposed Juliette's breast, pinching and rolling the nipple in tandem with the fingers now flicking her clit. Every movement was in time with the beat and Jules appeared to be struggling to keep her balance. For Gabi the urge to finger herself as she watched was almost overwhelming. She couldn't imagine what Jules must be feeling. 

Over the thumping music Gabi could hear Juliette's scream as her legs gave way and the pair tumbled forward onto the sand. Sitting up first, the woman stood and walked up to where Gabi was standing, transfixed. Without a word she pressed her fingers to Gabi's lips. Unbidden, she parted them and two fingers slipped into her mouth. She tasted sweetness, and saltiness and intoxicating perfume. It was heaven. The woman smiled and disappeared back into the crowd, as dully Gabi realised she'd just tasted her best friend's pussy.

She collapsed in the sand next to her friend. Jules looked up at her, glassy eyed.

"Please take me home..."

Laughing like sailors and giggling like school girls in equal measure they walked home through the warm dawn light. Juliette's parents were away, and in the state they were in there was no way they could deal Gabi's parents, so Jules lead the way to hers. Stumbling in the door they went to work setting up the space. Soon Gabi had some lovely chilled out tracks humming through the house sound system, while Jules lit an oil burner, choosing an oil she often used while masturbating. 

Stepping into the living room, Jules peeled off her bikini, dropping them theatrically to the floor. Gabi's mouth went dry. She had seen Jules naked nearly as many times as she'd seen herself, but after the night she'd witnessed and the state she was in, something very different was stirring in her. She watched as her friend swayed and slid across the floor, moving in time to the music. 

Gabi had been wet from the moment she watched Jules driving the two boys crazy. She told herself that it was the scenario, but in truth, she was turned on her friend's sexiness, confidence and eroticism. Watching Jules getting fingered with endorphins and dopamine coursing through her only augmented that arousal, so that now she was barely able to keep from throwing her friend down and doing some of the many things she'd imagined over the last couple of years. She was hardly aware of how she was staring, mouth open, at her friend.

"Are you ready Gabi?" breathed Juliette. Her best friend watched her sway.

"R-ready for what?" Gabi's voice shook with anticipation.

"Ready to come with my fingers in your pussy and my mouth on your clit."

Gabi sat. The couch was cool and soft. She dared not move for fear of what was happening, which was equal to the fear of it not happening. Nonetheless, Jules moved closer, her eyes never leaving her best friend's. As Juliette crept closer, Gabi found her legs falling opening without realising. 

Despite everything she'd seen and talked about and tried, Gabi had never been touched, sexually, by another person. This was purely a personal choice; as it stood she was more than happy with self-satisfaction driven by her lust for Jory and the stories and fantasies supplied by Jules. That some of her favourite fantasies involved Jules had not prepared her for the sudden reality that was materialising before her eyes. Her wonderful, sexy, erotic friend was letting her tongue weave and dance over the inside of her ankle. 

She was frozen, mesmerised, exhilarated and turned-on. From just a gentle tickle on her ankle. Looking down Gabi could see her bikini panties darkening with moisture. The possibility contained within the caress of Juliette's fingertips on her calf was almost too much. 

As the fingers and tongue and breath and intent moved to her knee, Gabi let out a small whimper. There was a dim and muted part of her that felt it proper to resist, but that feeling flickered and sputtered like a candle trapped under a glass.

Finger tips figure skated in tandem across both her inner-thighs, and the whimper was smothered in her throat by a long, low, moan. Jules looked up at Gabi, her expression simultaneously mischievous and aroused.

"I've wanted this for so long Gabi," breathed Jules.

Gabi shifted her weight to allow Jules to remove her bikini. They had both been freshly waxed for the beach party, and the air shifting across her wet, naked skin caused her to moan again. That sensation rippled through her entire being; this was something very different to turning herself on. There was a lack of control that was thrilling, and the idea of putting her pleasure in someone else's hands fed into the upward spiral of her state. 

At the first soft kiss on her smooth mound, any final resistance that might have put a stop to this vanished all together. All of Gabi was now centred on each point in the universe where lips touched her skin. Then came the soft, satin of Jules's tongue. She felt as though she was falling backwards into something delightful, something forbidden. 

The tongue flattened and sharpened and weaved and skittered over her. When it moved from her clit to her opening to her arse and back, the sensations ramped again. When a fingertip nudged her swollen pussy lips open, Gabi slipped towards the moment that would redefine her. 

By herself, Gabi knew the modulation, pitch and pace of her pleasure, and long ago this type of stimulation would have flung her over the peak. But instead of releasing, the incredible sensations continued to build and build. Vaguely Gabi was aware of her head thrashing from side to side, and she could hear all manner of dirty commentary tumbling from her lips.

Gabi's breath caught. Juliette's tongue cascaded lazily over her clit as two fingers slid noisily in and out of her dripping hole. For a moment time was completely suspended. She blinked, once, twice, and then time caught up and her orgasm thundered through her core, freewheeling outwards to her shaking limbs. Like a puppet under the control of a drunken master she moved and writhed and flopped on the couch, the unrelenting pleasure driving a wordless cry of ecstasy from her.

Finally she slumped back and curled up around herself, coming to rest with her head next to her best friend's. Jules's cheeks and lips and chin where covered in her come, the glisten matching the sheen of perspiration on her chest and forehead. 

Juliette looked remarkably pleased with herself.

"I always knew you'd taste like angels," she sighed. Both of them dissolved into fits of giggles as Jules climbed onto the couch and into the arms of her friend. For Gabi, the pleasure continued to roll up and down her spine as she melted into the softness of Jules's embrace. She moaned and milled and mewled as she curled up, contented. 

After a time Juliette extricated herself from her friend's embrace, left the room and came back with more illicit fun and soon they were dancing and capering and being ridiculous all over the house. The day was already hot, and as the sun climbed to its zenith they slipped into the cool, clear water of the pool in the back yard. 

Suitably chilled, they returned to the couch and flopped down at either end facing each other. Without a word, Jules parted her legs and smiled at Gabi. Gabi's heart immediately accelerated to a steady gallop. Her own arousal had barely dropped since her orgasm; she would have whisked herself off to a private room and brought herself to many more orgasms if she hadn't been having so much fun with Jules. 

With a cheeky smile Jules licked two fingers on her right hand and began moistening her entire pussy. Gabi watched, fascinated, as she licked her fingers three times and massaged her labia until they glistened. Then she gently hooked her fingers inside her outer lips and very deliberately parted them for Gabi. A silvery bead of wetness immediately escaped and wove a path towards the pink opening of her arse. Gabi fought to draw a breath. Like before, the scene before her was very similar to many she had constructed in her head over the last few years, but also as earlier, the reality far surpassed the fantasy. Her best friend was putting on a show, just for her. 

Jules made one final flourish of wetting her fingers before commencing slow, luxurious strokes across her prominent, rock hard clitoris. Both of them expressed sounds of pleasure as Jules began to masturbate, using her other hand to tease her glistening opening and letting a lazy pinkie drift lower to work her own juices around her anus. 

If Gabi was mesmerised before, now she was utterly enchanted. She felt rooted to the spot as felt the arousal surge through her system, almost in sympathy for what her friend was experiencing. She fought the urge to blink, not wanting to miss a millisecond of this. She was aware of her own cunt swelling and her inner walls becoming impossibly slippery. She longed her favourite dildo to fill her aching pussy, but as it was all she could do was watch.

"Fuck that looks so hot!"

It took a moment to register, but Gabi realised the words had come from over her left shoulder. Turning her head she saw Juliette's older brother, Jory, leaning on the doorframe between the lounge and kitchen. 

Gabrielle's reaction was swift and sudden. She grabbed two cushions from next to her and curled into a ball, managing to conceal most of her frame. Her crimson blush was serving to heat the already warm room; this was the most mortifying moment of her whole life.

"I was just going to watch, but I was struggling with my cock straining in my pants," Jory said.

Gabi opened her eyes to see Jules in exactly the same position; legs spread, fingers lazily stroking her dusky cunt. She had a smile on her face.

"Fuck off you fucking pervert!" She said with a laugh. "This is a ladies-only event."

"You sure?" The smile was matched in Jory's voice. Jules responded by throwing a cushion across the room at him.

"Ok, FINE!" he said. Turning, his footsteps disappeared up the hall. 

Gabi sat scrunched in a ball, hoping that if she kept her eyes closed tightly enough this event would reset and never have happened. A soft groan made Gabi open her eyes. Juliette had two fingers buried in her pussy and her fingers danced across her clit, alternating between heavy strokes and feather-light movements, fast and slow. 

Like a creature awaking from hibernation Gabi ventured out of her cushion cocoon and looked around. Jory was nowhere to be seen, and Jules was rubbing herself as though nothing had happened at all. As she watched Jules added a third finger and cried out. Despite herself, Gabi was drawn back magnetically to Juliette's intoxicating show.

Her eyes were closed and she was breathing hard.

"He'll be naked by now," she panted. "In his room. His cock will be so hard; thick and veiny and proud."

Gabi couldn't comprehend what she was hearing. Jules was talking about her own brother. But the telling only caused her motions to become more concerted, more defined. 


Gabrielle and Edward



They arrived at the party fashionably late. Edward wore the traditional style but Gabby wanted to show off some flesh and make the other people at the party jealous. She wore a tight red dress showing off her curves beautifully, and it was cut at the thigh of her right leg showing as much of her dark flesh as possible. The reaction that she got was mixed some of the older men drooling over her and some of the younger women whispering that she looked like a whore. She knew she looked fantastic and that was all that mattered. She spent the night on Edward's arm meeting and greeting the dignitaries and other important people she spent a lot of the time teasing him using her elven reflexes to flash him more flesh fast enough for him not to know if he had seen it or not as well as saying suggestive things in her native tongue. Finally when they were dancing she admitted something to him that he couldn't resist finding out if it were true.

"I'm not wearing any underwear." she said

His face was a picture and it was all he could do not to miss a step,

"Did you really forget to put your knickers on?" he replied.

"I didn't say that I forgot to put them on," she continued "and you'll just have to wait until we get back before you find out."

"I can't wait that long, we are leaving now," he said. 

He made his goodbyes as quickly as was politely possible and they left.

As they walked back to their townhouse Edward could not stop looking down at his wife's waist trying to see if she was wearing knickers or not but in her tight dress he could not see any lines only the curves of her perfect ass cheeks.

"I can't wait to find out." He says finally.

"You're going to have to" she replied lifting her dress up at the side revealing more flesh.

"No I'm not," he says and grabs her hand and drags her down an alley. 

"What are you doing?" she asked

"I'm going to check,"

"No your not, not here."

"Yes I am" he replied pulling the waist of her dress up before she can stop him.

He looked down and was stunned into silence as he found he was looking at her beautiful hairless pussy. It was visibly moist as she was obviously turned on. 

"What is this all about?" he asked running his finger along her wet crack.

"I was just....ohhhh..... So turned on.....ahhh...... by the sexiness of what....ohhh........ I was doing." She moaned, "Are you satisfied now?"

"No I'm not?" He replied pointing at his hard cock. "But I soon will be."

"What ...... no......stop....Arrrrhhhh." she said as he opened his codpiece and pulled out his dick. She finally moans as he enters her pussy, it opening easily for him.

Despite her initial protests she was really horney and lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist. Spreading her legs and opening herself up even more for him. They started to move their hips trying to get as much out of each other as possible. They were as one as the fucked each other in rhythm their bodies, minds and souls working as one. This was the dirtiest thing either of them had ever done having sex against a wall in a grubby alley. They both lost control and came noisily almost simultaneously. 

They stayed against the wall for what seemed like hours with him inside her but was really only seconds as they caught their breath. She finally put her legs down and he let go of her. She smoothed down her dress and he put away his cock. She felt so dirty and she could feel her juices running down her inner thighs, luckily they were no to far from home and she would not have to put up with the discomfort for very long. 

They walked back their hands resting on the others backside each sharing in the intimacy of what they had done. When they arrived back at the house there was no question of what they would do they were quickly up the stairs kissing and groping each other as they went up, grabbing at each others clothes. By the time they reached their bed they were naked and just lucky none of the servants had spotted them. She lay back on the bed and he landed on top of her kissing her mouth their tongues fencing in each others mouth. Without a word he made his way down her body kissing all the way.

When he arrived at her chest he took one of her large breasts in his hand and put her hard nipple in his mouth and began to suck. He spent a little time enjoying sucking her nipple and listening to her moan. He put his hand down between her legs and felt her wetness. 

He then continued to move down her and kiss her until finally he reached her smooth mound, because of her elven blood she had no body hair and this meant that her pussy was beautiful. Her pink lips puffing out slightly from her dark skin. He started to lick up and down between her lips parting them around his tongue, tasting her over and over again. He opened his eyes looking up at her face, contorted with pleasure. She was biting her lip again, he found this so sexy he found himself becoming more turned on. He carried on licking and slowly slid a finger into her waiting hole. The feeling of something inside her set her off again and she climaxed spectacularly. He carried on licking and wiggling his finger inside her as she rode the wave of pleasure, bucking her hips and screaming out until she was done.

After she had recovered she said "Now it's your turn, lay down."

He lay down and she slid down his body until her breasts were in line with his hard cock. She placed it between her cleavage and pressed her large breasts together around it. He then started to move his hips up and down so that he was shagging her chest. She bent her head down and started to lick the tip of his cock and letting him put it a little way into her mouth on his up strokes. She stopped him fucking her breasts and instead put his dick into her mouth and started to suck. He began to moan and finally he said 

"I'm coming" 

She took the first jet of warm spunk in her mouth swallowing it down and then took it out of her mouth and let the rest of it spurt onto her black chest his cream contrasting with her skin. 

She kept hold of his cock in her hand and wanked it so that it could not become soft again. Once she felt it become properly hard again and then climbed on top of him placing her pussy hole over the tip of his cock and lowering herself onto it until he was inside her again. She began to ride him like a wild woman, expertly moving up and down. Her breasts bouncing up and down she was insatiable climaxing over and over until finally he came again inside her. 

She collapsed on top of him not because she was tiered but because her body was racked with pleasure, she was shaking and she looked so dirty with the look it brought to her face. Her hair had become a mess and the brand on her face was visible, but Edward didn't even really notice it.

They cuddled for a little while and then she got up and bent over in front of him. 

"Do you like my tight little ass?" she asked,

"Of course I do my darling you're beautiful." 

He felt drained and didn't think he could do it anymore but his wife wiggling her beautiful firm smooth backside in his face got a rise out of him again.

"Do you want to touch it?"

"Yes of course I do," he said as he sat up and placed his hands on her backside squeezing her perfect cheeks. 

"Ohhh I like that." She moaned

He continued to squeeze it feeling himself becoming properly hard again. He pulled her back so that she was sat on his knee and he could grope her breasts. 

"What's that poking into my back?" she asked innocently, looking round at him with her best innocent girl face on.

"It's something good girls get put in their pussies." He replied trying not to laugh. 

"Have I been a good girl?" she asked.

"Yes you have my Knicker-less little lover."

"Oh good" she said raising herself of his knee enough to push his cock underneath her and then placing herself back down on his dick. She began riding him again with his hands on her hips and they both rode each other until they came and crawled back into bed together. The cuddled each other until they realised that the sun was coming up. They put their robes on and slowly walked arm in arm out onto the balcony to watch the sun come up. 



Gabrielle and Melissa



Gabrielle was a stunning 5'10 with cinnamon colored skin. She had dark hair and brown eyes. She reminded me of a Hawaiian swimsuit model. Our career paths had crossed years ago briefly and we remained friends. She had recently gone through an ugly divorce and needed a place to call home. I graciously offered her one of my guest rooms. I had a large home for a single girl and could use a hand with the mortgage payments. My lovers were jealous of her but I always reassured them she was straight. No one knew of our experimentation but that ended what seems like decades ago. I safely guarded her secret.

"Good afternoon," Gabby said gleefully. A young blue-eyed man slipped out the door sheepishly behind her and left the house. I chuckled at how bashful he seemed. She had a habit of bringing home men. It wouldn't be unusual for me to be up working late and walk into my kitchen to find some strange man in boxer briefs rummaging through cabinets to get himself a snack or a glass of water. I stayed out of her affairs and she stayed out of mine.

"He seemed to be a bit young," I said laughing.

"He's 21! The young ones have more stamina...and are willing to learn new things," she said almost evilly. Some of the men she brought home were half her age and others not far off from her middle age. She did have a point; it is very hard to teach old dogs new tricks.

"No sexy women crawling from your bed this morning, Mel?"

"It's afternoon actually and no, I needed some long overdue sleep," I said sincerely. I did not have many lovers frequent my bed. I often rotated between a select few, friends with benefits you could say. I had every intention of settling down one day but haven't found the right woman yet.

"You making dinner or am I tonight?"

"Actually, I'm going out with Liz tonight," I replied.

"Ah, so you were saving your energy up for tonight," she teased, "At least bring me some yummy left overs will ya," she said with pleading eyes.

"Sure thing," I said as I headed off to do some laundry.

Liz and I returned to my place around 10 pm. Gabby had clearly already found herself in the arms of some man. She did not cum quietly. I found her sounds very erotic and when I didn't have a lover I often got off listening to her. By the time I had returned from the bathroom, Liz had stripped naked and lay on my bed exposing her petite little body. She was not more than 5'4 with dirty blond hair and hazel eyes. She was so tiny I could pick her up. I loved that about her. I quickly found my harness and slid it on. I picked Liz up and carried her over to the wall. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and my hands gripped her ass tightly as I fucked her. The position is physically demanding on the body but it also allows for great G-spot and clitoral stimulation so orgasms come quick, reducing much of the fatigue. 

I slipped on my pajama pants and t-shirt to go get some glasses of water. Gabby stood there with her head in the fridge wearing nothing but a loose tank top and panties. I admired the view for a moment, "If you're looking for your left overs they are on the bottom shelf."

She turned towards me, eyes even with the rock hard dildo showing underneath my thin pants, "Lucky girl."

"Where's today's mystery man," I said sarcastically.

"Already done with him. He was kind of boring," she said blatantly. She had high standards in bed and that was always intimidating about her.

"Well, if you're bored... I'm sure Liz wouldn't mind a third," I said jokingly. She just grinned, "You'd better get back up there. It's not nice to keep a girl waiting." She disappeared back up to her room. I returned to Liz and brought her a glass of water to quench her thirst. She gulped the water down and yanked my pants down. She rode me until she came again and then returned the favor. She slid my harness off and parted my legs. She gently kissed the inside of my thighs sending a rush of anticipation through my body. She would build my orgasm then moved way and kiss me teasingly. 

"Please," I begged. She licked my clit slowly still teasing me. "Please, Liz, Please!" Content she finally got enough begging, she attacked my clit vigorously with her tongue and fucked me with her finger until my whole body spasmed out of control. We felt asleep tangled up together.

We woke up and I offered to make her some breakfast. She sat at the breakfast bar sipping coffee as I make some eggs and bacon. Gabby came trodding down the stairs still half asleep. I poured her a cup of coffee and slid it the edge of the counter. She furrowed her brow at Liz who was sitting in "her" favorite spot. She grumbled and took her coffee out to the patio.

"I think she's jealous," Liz said bitterly.

"Oh, she's just bitter you're in her chair. Plus you know she's not a morning person," I offered as an excuse. I did notice how Gabby always seemed a little be more irritable when I had an overnight guest. There seemed to be a jealous bone yet she could never date a woman. I shook the idea out of my head and continued to make breakfast.

We enjoyed our breakfast and chatted for a bit before Liz returned home. I like the connection I had with my lovers. We had a connection beyond just sex. We had relationships. I could count on them for more than an orgasm.

I went outside to join Gabby on the patio, "You know she wants to be more than just fun, Mel."

"No, she doesn't. She just has a jealous side. She could never be in a relationship with me. She just likes having me to herself whenever she wants," I said.

"Smart girl," Gabby smirked as she took another sip of coffee.

"So what happened to your man last night," I questioned.

"He couldn't stop from shooting his load. I need to cum more than once. He was more of a, 5 minutes and it's over kind of guy. Sounds like you two didn't have that problem," she laughed.

"Best part of Vixskin, it feels real but it never goes limp," I boasted.

She raised her eyebrows as if she was in deep thought for a moment. She didn't say a word but seemed to be lost in thought.

"Well I need a shower," I said getting up to head inside. I went upstairs to clean up. I always felt more awake and energized after a hot shower. I dried off and hung up my towel. I headed into my bedroom to find Gabby laying across my bed on her side. 

"I love your sexy little body she said," starring at my exposed nude body. I blushed.

"What are you doing in here," I said as I went over to my drawers to find something to wear. She got up and came up behind me wrapping her arms around me as I searched through my drawer.

"I need to finish. I need to be fucked," she said sliding her hand towards my clit. I had been waiting for years to hear those words. I spread my legs for her to slide her finger inside me. She fucked me with her finger until I came. I had to return the favor. She stripped her clothes as I got out my toys. I pushed her down on the bed. I stood at the edge of the bed and slid her legs up over my shoulders. I slammed my cock deep side her. She moaned loudly. I could hear the sound of my skin smacking against hers with every thrust. 

"Fuck me, oh God, harder. Give it to me," she screamed as I fucked her faster. She began to shutter and moan but I didn't stop. I kept going and she burst into another wave of orgasms.

I slid out of her and laid on the bed, catching my breath. She rolled over and kissed me. I knew she wasn't done. She leaned over me, "I know you're not too tired yet. You have a lot more energy than that." She took my cock deep into her mouth and my hips bucked. She knew how to get my attention. She deep throated my cock and then climbed on top of me, sliding my dildo inside her. 

"You can rest for a bit while I do the hard work," she teased. She knew she had me wide awake and wet after she sucked my cock. I bucked my hips, sliding inside her as far as possible. She grinned and began bouncing up and down on my cock. Her tits bounced as she rode me. I loved looking over her body. I smacked her ass harder with every stroke. She squeezed her tits as she came, "Mmmmm."

"I know you you're all wet watching me cum. It's your turn now. Let met fuck you. I'll be gentle, I promise," she pleaded. I slid off my harness and she put it on. She sat Indian-style on the bed and I climbed onto her lap. I put the cock inside me and held onto her shoulders. My pussy was wrapped tightly around the cock. I was not used to being fucked. I loved the way it felt. She circled my clit with her thumb as I rode her. The feeling was almost too overwhelming to have her cock inside me and my clit rubbed at the same time. 

She began to whisper in my ear," You like that, baby? My cock feels good, doesn't it? Watching you ride me makes me longed to be fucked again." Her words sent me over the edge. I squeezed her nipple and bit her shoulder as I came. The orgasm was more intense than most.

"As I promised, here you go," she said as she dropped the harness on the bed. She got on all fours and put her sexy tan ass in the air. Her asshole was exposed. I poured the lube on her hole and rubbed my finger across her opening. Then, I slid it inside her. Her tightness engulfed my finger. I lubed up my cock and entered her slowly.

"Aaaah, yessss," she moaned. I had never had anal sex before. I pulled her hair, "Fuck me harder." I followed her every command. "OH MY GOD," she screamed as she exploded. The wetness between my legs began to drip down my leg. I slid out of her carefully. I slipped my harness off and laid down.

"That was pretty damn hot," I said grinning. 

"I'll show you hot." She spread my legs and pushed her hair behind her shoulders. She began to lick the cum from my legs. She sucked on my clit, tasting every bit of my wetness. My lips were swollen and my clit was tender. She looked up at me as she licked me. She knew how to drive me wild. I pulled her hair in my hand and pushed on the back of her head. The more I squeezed and pulled, the more she knew she was teasing me in all the right places. "Oh, Gabby" I let out a little moan. She licked me slowly. She pulled my clit into her mouth sucking me as her tongue flicked across my clit. My whole body began to shake and shiver. I pulled her hair tight, "Fuck yes, Gabby. Oh fuck." I felt all the muscles in my legs tense and twitch. She proudly licked the cum from her lips.

She leaned in and kissed me, "Now I need a shower. Maybe we'll do that again soon." She walked away grinning.



Gabrielle Meets a Hung Fox



Gabrielle Kennedy was often referred to as adventurous, friendly and free spirited by most people that knew her...but the fact is sometimes the simplest explanation is the truth and this gorgeous woman is simply a slut. Sex had long been her main passion in life and she saw no shame in that, being proud of her ability with cock. In her 26 years or rather the last 8 since she blossomed and discovered her sexuality had seen numerous sexual partners both male and female, more threesomes than she could remember sometimes with 2 men or other women and the occasional but certainly not rare gangbang had ravaged her body. Through it all she'd been spanked, tied up, choked, gagged, swallowed copious amounts of delicious semen and had almost as much shot across her face and breasts .She's learned to deepthroat, discovered the joy of anal sex and when surrounded by cock, her entire body knew how to please every last one.

Despite her love of being on her back or on her knee's she carried herself with a regal poise and grace, she is a gorgeous woman from head to toe with a body seemingly designed to send men and women wild with lust. Her easiness only served to make her even more attractive. In her mind she was a Goddess...too everyone else even her friends she was the Goddess of Sex. The ultimate body and the perfect mindset to make the most of her natural gifts.

And those gifts were bountiful at 5'7 and 130 pounds she was all the right kinds of curvy. Fantastic long smooth legs that made their way up to a bountiful ass that begged for a hard smack. Despite the constant poundings from often times monster 10 inch or bigger cocks her smooth shaved vagina hide any signs of the depravity she loved. Wide hips and a trim stomach were overshadowed by her large, perky, round, soft yet firm 34DD breasts. Her lips are full and soft, perfect to wrap around a hard cock (or 10) and always kissed with a smile. Her brown eyes are inviting and delightful while her long dark brunette hair is luxurious and thick dangling down to past her shoulders. Her entire body, every inch of her soft skin is coated in a caramel hue, another gift from her mixed race parents. 

And right now Gabrielle; the Caramel Coated Sex Goddess was living up to her whispered life as a slut, whore or cock lover as just a few minutes after meeting the new guy at work and with a husband and young daughter at home she's in his hotel room. The elevator ride had consisted of him fondling her breasts as she slide a hand down his pants and now in his hotel room with a path of clothes leading from the door to the bed Gabrielle is naked with her thighs parted wide as Desmond Fox runs a hand slowly across her stomach and then down her thigh. Gabrielle moans with delight and sheer desire for his hard 10 inch cock to plough into her. Desmond teases her for a moment as he rubs his cock against the swollen lips of her pussy, Gabby whimpers with lust and then Desmond slowly slides in, giving Gabrielle every last inch until his balls rub between her legs.

"Oh god Desmond." Gabrielle moans.

Desmond begins to slowly slide back and forth, pulling his cock back until it almost slips out of Gabrielle's already wet pussy before he drives back down and makes her gasp each time. After several deep thrusts Desmond pulls out, making Gabrielle pout. Desmond who's heard many stories about Gabrielle's sex drive already just smirks before he flips her around and throws her to the floor. Before Gabby can even look over her shoulder Desmond is on top of her and has slammed all 10 inches deep inside with one thrust.

Gabrielle squeals out in pure ecstasy as Desmond roughly has his way with her, fucking her on the ground like an animal. Gabrielle turns her head to look back at him with a devious smile as Desmond grabs her hips with both hands and slams into her as hard as he can and as fast as he can. Gabby's moans, squeals and cries are endless as his hips slam into her ass and his cock is repeatedly buried deep inside her. 

"Oh fuck me Desmond." Gabrielle cries out.

Desmond just smirks as he slaps her ass hard, making her cry out in pleasure.

"Look at you take that cock Mrs. Kennedy." Desmond exclaims with a smile as he places a hand over her mouth, muffling her as he pins her to the ground with his other hand and fucks her hard. Gabrielle's eyes roll in to the back of her head as her moans are now muffled and Desmond just fucks her like the slut she is. She bites his hand and Desmond smacks her on the ass hard, leaving a red hand print.

"Naughty girl Mrs. Kennedy." he tells her before he gives her a finger to suck on as he continues to pound her from behind. He slides in a second finger...then a third and finally his fourth as he fingers her willing mouth. Garbled moans escape her lips as Desmond pushes her head down on his fingers with his other hand and buries his cock inside her pussy before he goes to pull out. But as he does Gabrielle reaches back and tries to pull him back into herself. Desmond smirks and leans in close.

"You want more do you Mrs. Kennedy?"

Gabrielle nods her head as Desmond slides his saliva covered fingers free and then pulls on her hair a bit making Gabrielle squirm with delight as he thrusts back into her hard, his body crashing into hers over and over again before he suddenly stands up and pulls her to her feet, slapping her on the ass again before he leads her into the ensuite. Once there he pushes her towards the sink and Gabrielle instinctively grabs onto it and bends over. 

"Such a good girl." Desmond coos.

Gabrielle licks her lips.

"Fuck me Desmond." Gabrielle pleads to her latest sexual partner. 

Desmond squeezes her ass tightly and leans in giving her a deep kiss before he spanks her ass several times. Gabrielle moans with delight and arches her back and as she does Desmond drives all 10 inches of his rock hard cock back into her. She squeezes the sink and pushes back against him but her head smacks into the mirror and then again and again as Desmond fucks her fiercely. Finally she pulls her head back as he squeezes her hips and slams into her from behind spurred on by the look of pleasure on her face. She pushes back against his every thrust and Desmond pulls her into it as well, giving her every last inch over and over again as he resumes spanking her hard, turning her ass red.

Gabby screams out "oh god yes, I've been such a naughty girl." as she arches her back and bites down on her bottom lip, gazing back at Desmond with pure lust.

Desmond smiles back at Gabby as he slides himself in and out, each thrust delivering more and more impact. He slides his cock out of her moist, slippery pussy and he runs it over her ass a little, smacking it against her ass with a wet thud each time before sliding right back in.

Gabrielle's loud moans surely disturb the hotel guests in the lobby as she squeals with delight with each thrust as her thick ass turns red from the constant pounding. Her slutty pussy just accepts his thick long cock each time, no matter how hard and fast he buries himself inside her, she takes it without hesitation and wants more.

"Fuuucck....this is what you want, Mrs. Kennedy?" Desmond screams out as Gabrielle takes his cock over and over again.

Before she can answer he picks her up, spins her around and as she wraps her legs around his waist she slides back down on his cock effortlessly. She rests her head against his broad shoulders, panting and moaning as she bounces on his cock as he carries her to the bed and lays her down.

"This is what I need Desmond...a big hard Fox between my legs. Ravage me like an animal." she breathlessly exclaims as she caresses her breasts and parts her thighs wide for Desmond.

Desmond smirks and replies as he looks down on her gorgeous body. "Yes Ma'am, Mrs. Kennedy."

Desmond slides back between her legs where her wet pussy takes every inch of his cock all over again, Gabrielle cries out and Desmond pounds away between her legs once again.

"Give it to me Desmond." She cries out.

As Desmond continues to fuck her brains out, he leans in and kisses her neck just as Gabrielle screams out and squirms her way through her first orgasm. The increasing wetness between her legs just spurs Desmond on as he blasts the eager pussy between her legs without mercy. Gabrielle pants and moans as she wraps her legs around his waist and nibbles on his ear. Her hands scratch at his back in ecstasy, before they wander down to his ass and she pulls the Foxy stallion into her deeply. She wants more and more, she wants to be fucked senseless and Desmond gives it to her as he fucks her like he's trying to split her in half. Gabrielle just screams in pure pleasure, loving every second of the rough pounding she's taking underneath him.

Suddenly Desmond stops and pulls out, grabbing Gabrielle by the back of her hair he looks into her eyes and asks her "Why don't you give yourself a taste, Mrs. Kennedy?" 

He stands up in front of her, and with a handful of her hair he runs his hard cock down the side of her face. Gabby's eyes light up as she licks her lips and then licks away at his appendage. Her wet tongue laps away at every inch of his cock, she kisses the tip and then runs her tongue along the bottom of it before she takes his balls in her mouth and sucks away at them with a smile. As she gazes up at Desmond she slides his balls out of her mouth and then wraps her soft lips around his rock hard cock lapping away at his balls before she takes him deep into her mouth and begins to steadily bob her head up and down like it's her last taste of penis.

"Oh yeah, just like that, baby." Desmond exclaims.

With her eyes locked on his she swallows him over and over again, a smile on her stretched lips as she bobs back and forth faster and faster, burying her head against his chiselled abs each time.

"Damn Mrs. Kennedy nobody's ever swallowed all my cock before." Desmond tells her.

With her lips tightly wrapped around his penis, Desmond forcefully grabs a handful of her hair and helps bob it up and down. He pulls her down onto his cock, to no resistance as his 10 inches slides in and out of her throat.

"That IS a good girl." He tells her with a smile.

Her eyes water, but she doesn't relent in gorging herself as Desmond begins to thrust forwards in sync with her sliding her lips up and down his pole.

"Deeper." Desmond demands.

Gabrielle eager to please presses her face against his abs, swallowing everything Desmond has to give her as her tongue laps at his balls. Desmond grabs the back of her head with both hands and pulls her in even more, squashing her face up against his stomach as she gags and drool trickles from her mouth. Desmond wants to cum but he is desperately trying to hold back as he removes his hands but Gabrielle keeps her head there for several more seconds. Tears trickle down her face but she's still smiling as she has his cock firmly lodged in her throat. Finally she slides her lips away, gasping for air deeply and leaving a strand of her saliva from her eager mouth to his fully erect member.

"You like that baby." She asks him.

Before he can answer she wraps her lips around him once again and swallows his meat sword down to the hilt. His entire cock disappears between her lips once again.

Desmond is speechless as he throws his head back and moans loudly as she goes up and down his cock with a mouth that fits him like a custom glove. She slides up and down at a frantic pace, loving every second of it and almost fearing the moment when he climaxes and it ends. Such is her enjoyment at sucking on his cock. It does come to an end for a moment as Desmond pulls it out and smacks it against the side of her face a few times, she smiles at him warmly and he just smacks it on her face again, rubbing it between her eyes before she goes to slide him back in her mouth. Desmond stops her and pushes her off the bed. She pouts at him but Desmond just smirks and motions her back over as he sits down on the edge of the bed. Her eyes are locked solely on his cock, an army couldn't stop her from sliding that glistening penis back into her mouth, it's the only thing she wants, and so she crawls towards him, between his legs. Desmond smiles and then grabs the back of her head with both hands and pushes her back down on his cock. A garbled moan escapes her lips as Desmond's monster meat thrusts deep inside and she resumes bobbing up and down greedily.

"Good girl." Desmond tells her as he leans back and enjoys the best blowjob he's ever gotten. Gabrielle just swallows him again and again, overcome with the taste of his cock and the feeling of him sliding into her throat. Desmond grabs a handful of her hair again and she reacts by swallowing him faster and faster, smacking her face into his abdomen and fucking her mouth with his cock. Desmond moans out and then grabs onto her head with both hands as he stands up. Gabrielle gags but never relents, she just resumes bobbing up and down hungrily. Finally though she pulls back and gasps for air, Desmond though grabs her hair and pushes her right back down on it.

He holds her head in place with both hands and thrusts into her throat, making her gag and forcing drool to trickle from her mouth. She pulls back again and gets half a breath before Desmond pushes her back down on his cock and resumes fucking her face. She bobs up and down with each thrust though, short of breath but eager to please before Desmond somehow manages to stop the greatest blowjob ever and pulls out, letting her gasp for air.

"Turn around." he tells her.

Gabrielle smirks and rubs his cock against her face before crawling onto the bed.

"You like my ass?" She asks.

Desmond nods in approval and tells her "Very much so, yes."

She smiles as she rubs her ass for him and Desmond kneels on the bed behind her where he puts the head of his penis against her asshole and slowly pushes it in. Gabrielle bent over, moans with delight and pushes back against him, eager to accept him into her ass. Desmond buries himself inside her ass as she cries out and then squeals as he begins to fuck her senseless. He slams into her as her passionate screams become louder and louder with each deep thrust from Desmond. Her arms give way and she rests her head against the bed, her ass in the air as she stares back at Desmond whose living out his ultimate fantasy as he blasts Gabrielle in the ass hard. She gives him a loving smile as he reaches a hand around and rubs her clit as he slams her ass roughly. Making it stretch to accommodate his large cock, though she cries out, squeals, screams she never stops wanting more. Wanting it deeper, harder, she wants it to hurt, she wants Desmond to use her ass like a fuck toy.

It's all too much for her though as she moans her way through her second orgasm, her knees becoming weak as she collapses against the bed, panting and begging for more. The orgasms just motivates Desmond to pump harder and harder, he loses control and pulls her hair back just a little too tight but she doesn't seem to mind at all as she yelps out. A wicked smile crosses her lips as he yanks on her hair.

"Yes Desmond, just like that." She cries out.

She then reaches back and manages to grab Desmond's short hair, pulling him down to her where she can kiss him deeply and bite on his lip. He kisses her back and smiles as she bites his lip before he then grabs her hips and lifts her ass back into the air. He resumes fucking her asshole roughly and brings his hand down upon her ass with a sting too. Again and again he spanks her ass hard as he fucks her even harder. There's tears trickling down her face as she pushes back against Desmond.

"Treat me rough baby...make my husband wonder why my ass is so red." She screams out.

With a devilish smile Desmond smacks her ass hard again. He then grabs both of her beautiful large breasts with each hand and squeezes hard. Gabby cries out in pleasure and rubs her clit as Desmond bangs her ass without mercy. He keeps at it another minute before laying down and telling her to "Get on top of me". She eagerly does and he goes back to work as she bounces up and down as Desmond grabs her ass firmly, her pussy fitting him like a custom glove as she tosses her hair back and enjoys the ride.

"Your pussy is AMAZING, Mrs. Kennedy!" He exclaims.

"Please call me Gabby...and I know." She replies as she rides his cock like there's no tomorrow. Desmond's hands wander up to her breasts and he squeezes them hard as she impales herself over and over again on that 10 inch cock. Desmond just smiles and bites his lower lip as she rides his dick like a champ.

"Anything you say baby." He tells her as he feels her squirt all over him, the warm liquid trickling down his balls as her third orgasm rocks her body. She smiles widely as she gyrates in his lap and screams out, her eyes flutter as she collapses against him for a moment, breathing heavily. After she reaches her 2nd orgasm, he doesn't stop. He just rolls her over onto her back and keeps going, giving her every inch of his cock as she loves every second of it. Gabby screams out as she just lays back a sweaty mess, taking everything Desmond can give her as he pumps it harder and harder until he feels it coming on.

Gabby slides away from him and pushes him onto his back where she wraps her lips around his cock once again and bobs up and down eagerly. Desmond lays his head back, closes his eyes and bites his lip...when all of a sudden...his cum shoots out of his cock. Gabby's sticky treat bursts into her mouth and as her lips slide away from it spurts onto her face and onto her breasts. She squeals with excitement as she swallows everything in her mouth and licks her lips clean. Next is Desmond's cock, she licks every inch, getting every single last drop of cum off of it until it's clean. As he softens she even slides her mouth around him again and slowly runs her lips back up one last time. An exhausted Desmond sits back as she cleans the last few drops of special sauce off of her breasts and face, swallowing those as well before she crawls up next to Desmond with a very satisfied smile.

Desmond smiles and catches his breath, before extending his hand "Well....it was really nice to meet you!"

Gabrielle giggles and sucks on one of his fingers. "You too Desmond...welcome to the company...I trust you'll enjoy yourself."

Desmond just leans back and grins. "I am sure I will!"

"Anytime you want to do this again...I'll make it even better for you Desmond." She replies.

Desmond looks at her with a sly grin as he buckles his pants up. "Oh yeah? That a promise?"

Gabrielle stops him...and buckles his pants up for him as she bites her bottom lip. "That is a promise Desmond...I'll rock your world even better next time, whatever you want baby."

Desmond just grins from ear to ear as he replies to this sex crazed, cock loving slut that took everything he could give. "Well I will definitely take you up on that offer Gabby."



Gabrielle



"He'll take his time, imagining you and I. Even if he didn't get to see you, he'll be fantasising about it. He'll imagine that I have my fingers in your cunt and in your arse and you're moaning and begging...oh fuck!"

Juliette's fingers pumped in and out of her dripping pussy, and as much as Gabi tried to resist the urge, she found her own fingers wandering between her thighs. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the delicious pressure this created.

"He'll probably be touching his own arse, he loves that... Oh... He talks about how he'd ask you to touch him there, he loves that so much, oh God, fuck, fuck."

Jules rocked her hips back and forth as she fingered herself almost violently. Gabi rubbed her own pussy, the previous moment usurped by the scene before her. 

"He'll...pump...his...cock...so...hard," her words were punctuated by loud, unashamed moans of pure pleasure.

"He'll shoot that come...clear across...the roooooooooooooomahhhhhhhhhhh," Gabi watched her friend's pussy spasm and convulse around her fingers. It was a truly spectacular sight to witness, and her rational brain just gave up trying to make sense of it all and surrendered. As that happened the most unexpected climax rocketed through Gabi as well, and she threw her head back and laughed as the intensity of it rolled through her. 

From there things got hazy for Gabi. She had memories of dancing and laughing and drinking. Jory joined them at some point, though the strange and awkward feelings from earlier seemed trivial when compared to connecting with and loving her favourite people in all the world. Then candles and skinny dipping and pretending to be cats and watching the ceiling fan turning slowly and...

When Gabi woke again it was in the coolness nearing dawn. They were naked again, wrapped in each other and lying on the cool sheets of sheets of Juliette's large bed. In that moment there was not a place in the world she would rather be. There was an angelic smile on her friends face, her breathing was deep and steady. Anything onerous on Gabi's time was three and half days away, which delighted her. 

She snuggled up to Jules and breathed in the scent of her friend. When she looked back, she considered there to be her life before this night, and her life after. As she reflected on it, she felt like everything that happened had occurred exactly as it was meant to. As though it was preordained. The summer, the party, the empty house. Her best friend in all the world, her hips and eyes, her tongue and hair, her fingers and pussy and her... everything. 

The pleasure of it stole her breath anew, and her eyes closed as her body recalled the sensations Jules had been able to draw from her with the ease of blinking. She could feel the glowing coals of arousal flare deep inside her.

Her eyes snapped open as she recalled what had happened next. Jory had seem them! The object of her desire had walked in and caught them! Caught them in the act and now he'd be embarrassed and strange around her and around her sister. Is that what happened? She'd danced with him much later, moving in time with his body. So had Jules. What about after Jules had thrown the cushion and he'd left? She gone right on masturbating. She'd even said things. About her brother. A strange and terrible realisation began to dawn on Gabi as she lay there. Jules had intimate and carnal knowledge of her brother. Her strong, confident, sweet, caring brother. Her brother's cock. His thick and veiny and proud cock. His arse. Touching, pumping, coming.

Even as part of her recoiled at the wrongness of it, another part began to weave pictures together of Jory. She often imagined him stroking his cock while he stood over her, now the picture had changed and Jules lay there, her pussy swollen and a smile on her lips.

Gabi closed her eyes tight, distressed at how wet she was already. She stole from the bed and gathering her things she slipped out the front door and went home.

For the next few days Gabi kept to herself. She reflected on the revelation of Jory and Jules. There was no denying that it was confronting and challenging. At the same time she felt a certain lack of surprise that was difficult to reconcile. It made sense in some strange way. The two people she knew the best in the world loved the same things. 

Whatever else was going on for Gabi, one thing was certain. It turned her on. In the days since the party she had been horny almost without ceasing, and she had brought herself to more orgasms than she could count. The long-held premise that she could indulge whatever fantasy turned her on helped to allow all manner of naughty scenarios. Jory fucked her while Jules licked her clit. She and Jules shared Jory's cock, taking turns licking and sucking him. Jules watched while Jory slid his perfect cock into her arse. She sat on Jory's face while his sister rode him. Touching, kissing, fucking, coming. It all drove her crazy with desire.

A few weeks later, and several cocktails down, she said as much to Jules. Jules feigned being completely scandalised, waggling her finger at her friend in judgement.

"You're such a naughty, dirty slut Gabi," she laughed. "Whatever are we to do with such sinful urges you're having?"

"As the most sinful person I've ever met, I bet you have some ideas! At least I hope you do."

Jules leaned close to her ear. "How about I take you home and use my new toy on you while I tell you what Jory does to me and what he wants to do to you?"

Gabi's stomach dropped and she immediately blushed. She picked up her drink and downed it in one gulp before looking up, taking Jules's hand and with a giggle dragging her out the door. They piled into the back of a cab, setting the driver the task of getting them home as soon as possible. He glanced in the rear view mirror each time there was a gasp from the back seat, watching the two girls whispering and giggling and touching.

Clothes were shed as soon as they walked into the bedroom, and immediately they were on the bed, kissing softly and sensually, just enjoying the moment. Gabi loved the way Jules kissed her. Her lips were soft, but there was something like an urgency behind them, a hunger. It made her heart race.

Soon fingertips traced naked flesh and heavy breathing became soft moans and cries. But before she could get her tongue and fingers and lips where she wanted, Jules jumped up. Gabi pouted for a second until she saw Jules opening her bottom drawer, where all her naughty toys were hidden.

"He brought me a present," Jules whispered, breathless.

She produced a long, white toy with a mains cord attached to it. Gabi recognised it immediately. The two of them had been obsessed with porn featuring the Magic Wand for weeks now.

"It's even better than we imagined," said Jules with a look of reverence on her face as she plugged it in. Gabi's mouth was watering.

"Show me how you use it on yourself," she said without blinking.

Juliette grinned and propped herself up with pillows, with Gabi at the opposite end of the bed. Jules spread her legs and Gabi stared at her beautiful, inviting pussy. Her inner lips were already displayed prominently, and she was quite obviously wet already.

Jules set the wand at its lowest setting, which to Gabi looked like a tsunami of vibration. Jules shuddered and moaned as she gently pressed it to her opening, where it thrummed against her wetness. She let out a louder moan. With her other hand, Jules reached lower, teasing the spot between her vagina and her arse. Gabi sat back herself, beginning to touch herself with lazy strokes.

"He got this for me," sighed Jules. "I told him that we'd been watching clips with them, I told them how hot we found them, so he got me one." Her eyes were closed and she bit her bottom lip. Gabi watched as she began to move the wand in little circles. 

"Tell me..." was all Gabi could think to say.

"Come here first," Jules panted.

She moved forward, not knowing what her friend had in mind. Jules put the wand aside and manoeuvred Gabi so they were sitting with her legs over Gabi's, their pussy's inches apart. Then she grabbed the wand, and Gabi's eyes went wide as she placed it between them. The bulbous head of the wand felt cool, but Gabi gasped has it hummed to life, sending a thrill of excitement through her whole body. Jules was right, it was more delightful than she imagined. It seemed to cover her entire pussy, and with the slightest shifts in angle she quickly mastered the intensity of the vibrations. Even better, each time she shifted, Jules moaned, and vice versa. They began to gently grind against the toy, fucking each other with it as they did.

Jules thumbed the controls and the instrument buzzed a little harder. Gabi found the sounds of her friend's pleasure, her moans, her breathing, her dripping pussy, as hot has the toy itself. With certainty she knew they were going to climax together, and the idea was driving her wild.

Jules didn't open her eyes, and her speech was becoming slurred as the pleasure started to take over.

"He fucks me. He loves to make me come. We get each other off as often as we can get away with it."

Gabi closed her eyes and let her darkest fantasies form in her mind as Jules talked.

"I caught him playing with his cock in my room, and ever since we've done everything together. Oh fuck this is hot. His cock is perfect, it doesn't matter if it's in my mouth, my cunt or my arse, I worship my brother's cock. I've wanted to tell you for so long."

Gabi was so turned on she felt like she would explode. She placed her hand over the one that controlled the wand, and pressed Juliette's thumb on the increase vibration button, and ground the head into her friend's pussy. She also reached over and took one of Juliette's nipples between her fingers and pinched it, hard. Her friend cried out in pleasure.

"He talks about how hot you are while he fingers me, how he wants to taste you, oh fuck Gabi, I love hearing him talk about what he wants to do to you. It turns me on so much and he knows it, oh Jesus I'm close, fuck..."

Gabi continued twisting her friend's nipples, one at a time, revelling in the effect it had. She ground herself against the wand, teetering on the brink of climax, but not wanting this to end.

"I want to watch my brother fuck you Gabi." Jules was struggling to keep her thoughts coherent, but even so, every word pushed Gabi closer to the edge. 

"I want you to watch him fuck me, I want...uhhhhh. I want... I want to watch his cock, fuck, I want you in my arse, I mean, him..." 

Her words became a stream of delicious, obscene words as the orgasm consumed her. Gabi watched her friend's muscles spasm and shudder as she ran her hand through her hair, moaning. Her wetness splashed across Gabi's thighs. Her own climax had climbed to an impossible level, and she watched with wrapt fascination at her own body as the tension in her dissolved into all-consuming pleasure. They undulated together, moaning and touching. Jules cast the wand aside and grabbed her friend, pulling her close while they both made sounds of exhaustion and pleasure.

"Do you hate me?" Jules whispered as their heart rates returned to something resembling normal. Gabi smiled into her friend's hair, and stroked her skin gently. She whispered her reply.

"No... I want to watch Jory slide his perfect cock into your tight, willing little asshole..."

To be continued...



Gabrielle's Secret



I moved to the big city to become a model. And I know what you're thinking, this sounds like the beginning of a bad porno where the young innocent girl sleeps with agents to get a deal, but you're wrong. Originally I'm from Massachusetts, not far from Boston, where I lived with my parents and younger sister until I moved to New York when I was twenty. I got a job in a bar waiting tables while I did a few modelling jobs on the side, the only problem was that I was a little more top-heavy than most agents liked. They all loved my shining, thick copper hair and my wide emerald coloured eyes, my tiny waist and long slender legs and even my porcelain satin skin. But the huge breasts weren't doing it for them. Finally despite my generous yet perky D-cup breasts I landed the perfect job, as a Victoria's Secret model. My parents weren't thrilled that I posed half naked for millions of people but they understood that I loved my job and I managed to keep my dignity and self respect. I loved my life living in an apartment in Manhattan, just by Washington Square, with my roommate Nicola but I did miss it at home. Which is why I was thrilled when I discovered I had a clear schedule so I could go home for Christmas, I packed a bag for a week and climbed into my car for the long drive home. 

The ground was covered with crisp white snow when I arrived in Salem, my home town. The bared trees were covered with the pristine flaked and yet more were still falling from the sky. When I parked outside the grey, large two story house on the harbour where I had grown up I was really reluctant to get out because it felt so cold. But I wrapped my thick scarf around my neck and zipped my thick duffle coat up to my neck before climbing out onto the sidewalk, I had forgone my usual high heels in favour of thick soled snow boots for the weather and I was truly grateful as I felt the icy ground beneath my feet. I was halfway up the steps to the front door when it was pulled open and my mother stepped out with a thick woollen shawl wrapped around her small shoulders, she ran out to help me and soon I was in the welcome warmth of the wide hallway in out house. My Mom doesn't look like me, her hair and eyes are the same colour but that's where any and all resemblance ends. While I'm five foot seven with mile long legs she's only five foot three, with an almost scrawny figure. But she's a warm and loving person and as she hugged me I relaxed into her. 

"Gabrielle, I'm so glad you decide to come home for the holidays." She pulled back to smiled widely at me just as my Dad came bounding downstairs, he was where I got my height from as he stood at almost six and a half feet tall. His dark hair had flecks of grey at his temples and his previously lean figure had gained a little more weight since the last time I saw him, reminding me how long it had been since I last saw any of them. 

"Daddy." I grinned widely as he too hugged me. "You look good."

"And you look beautiful, as always." He kissed my cheek. "How you doing baby girl?"

"Starving, I've been driving all say. The traffic was murder." I set my suitcase on the floor by the door and tugged my coat off. 

"I'll make you a sandwich, your sister is up in her room." My Mom waved me away and I jogged up the stairs to my sisters bedroom, she was laid out on her pink bed sheets with a pair of noise cancelling headphones over her ears and a magazine resting on her knees. Her seventeen year old bedroom was the same as when I left, three pink walls and one white wall loaded with a bookcase, mirror, closet door and several posters. Her white and pink checked bedspread was neatly made and the room was surprisingly neat, I could even see her white carpet. The only thing that really had changed was her. Her dark brown hair was shorter, coming only to her shoulders, her figure was fuller and she was taller with longer legs. She was quite hot really. 

"Hey, Evie." I called as I went in and sat on her bed. 

"Gabby!" She grinned widely and ditched her headphones. "When did you get back?"

"About three minutes ago." I grinned. "Don't worry, you didn't miss anything." I hugged her tightly. 

"I'm so glad you're back, I've been going crazy here on my own." She grinned up at me. "Hey I'm going out tonight, do you want to come?"

"Where you going?" 

"Bar in town, a few of my friends are coming too. It will be fun." 

"Go on then, I'll change first though." 

"Into what?" she asked worriedly. "I don't want you upstaging me, not that you would but you know how you look." 

"I'll stick with jeans and a nice shirt." I smiled "What time are we leaving?" 

"Nine." She shrugged. "We we'll walk to the bar so we don't have to worry about driving" 

"Walk? It's freezing outside!" 

"It's like five minutes away, don't be such a pussy."

When I stepped into the bar behind Evie several men glanced my way curiously, being a new face in a local bar grabbed attention, but it was only when I pulled my coat off that the looks returned in earnest. I had decided on a pair of skinny jeans that lovingly hugged my ass and thighs, super high heeled ankle boots and a glittering black t-shirt with a completely lace back and no bra. I knew I looked hot with my hair curled and the tight outfit but Evie looked better, she was wearing a blood red body con dress that showed her new, fuller figure to an incredible advantage. And from the salivating teens at the bar it was working. 

"Come on, I'll introduce you." She lead me over to a group sat around two tables by the pool tables and whistled for their attention. "Guys, you remember my sister Gabrielle."

"Hey." They all smiled, some flirtatiously and some politely but with no real interest. Evie told me all of their names but none of them really stuck, I was ushered into a seat whilst Evie wandered off with a guy to buy some drinks and the guy next to me immediately smiled at me. 

"So how come we haven't seen you with Evie before?"

"I haven't been back to town for like a year." The music wasn't really loud so I didn't have shout to be heard, unlike the clubs in New York. 

"Where have you been?"

"I live in New York, I moved there four years ago." 

"How old were you when you left?" 

"Twenty."

"Yeah, you're seven years older than Evie right?" He grinned. "You were a cheerleader." 

"And you were ten when I was a cheerleader." I laughed. 

"And I'll always remember being able to see up your skirt from standing position." He grinned. "and in case you missed it, I'm Craig" 

I hung out with Craig and the two other guys that came to join us for a couple of hours before excusing myself to get some peace and quiet, if such a thing was possible in a crowed bar, but I did manage to find an empty stool at the end of the bar and flagged down the bartender- a tall, sexy, dark haired guy with sparkling blue eyes. 

"Hey, what can I get you?" He asked with a wide smile, his full lips parting to reveal straight white teeth. 

"Just a diet coke please." I had had enough martinis, especially if I wanted to walk home in a straight line. 

"Not drinking?" He asked as he retrieved a glass. 

"No, it wouldn't look good if I got hammered on my first night back in town." I glanced over at my increasingly drunk sister. "And someone needs to watch out for Evie."

"I normally keep an eye out for her." He looked over at her. "She's young and I watch over all the young ones." 

"She's also underage." 

"And I don't serve her, but her friends are older and at least here I can look out for her." 

"Thank you, I appreciate you looking after her." 

"How do you know her?"

"I'm her sister." I grinned, he cocked his head to the side and frowned at me. 

"Her sister? But that would make you Gabrielle Monroe."

"The one and only." I smiled and took a long drink of the icy diet coke he slid in front of me. 

"I remember you." He smiled widely. "You used to baby-sit my little brother." 

"You might have to be a little more specific, I baby-sat a lot of people." 

"Will Callahan, he's the same age as your sister now." 

"Oh my God! Yes, I remember him." My smile widened as I realised who the gorgeous specimen in front of me was. "So you're Luke Callahan?" 

"Do you even remember me?" He grinned. 

"Of course I do." Luke was a couple of years older than me and had been in college so I hadn't seen much of him but what I had seen I had loved, he was tall and handsome back then but he had now filled out impressively. I had caught him looking at me several times as he came and went from the house whilst I was babysitting but we had never even spoken to each other, then he had moved out of his parents house when I was eighteen and I hadn't seen him again. Until now. 

"You look... good." He looked me up and down. "What are you doing now?" 

"I live in New York, actually." 

"Yeah? Got a good job, I always got the feeling you'd do something good?" 

"I'm a Victoria's Secret model." I smiled when his eyes widened, it was he predictable reaction to my career. 

"Really? That's... cool." 

"I like it, there is so much variety and adventure involved." 

"Adventure, huh?" He chuckled. "I'm not sure I want to know what that means." 

"It isn't like you think." I laughed. "I'm not one of those models that sleeps with the photographer on every shoot, I'm talking about a different kind of adventure." 

"Care to elaborate?" He leant on the bar with a small smile, after a glance that assured me the bar was covered I also leant forward. 

"I once did this shoot where I wore this black lace slip, it had long sleeves and a high neck so it covered from my collarbone to mid thigh." 

"Doesn't sound very Victoria's Secret."

"Let me finish." I admonished flirtatiously, I used to have a huge crush on Luke and from the interest gleaming in his blue eyes I might be in with a shot tonight so I was going to jump on it. Or him. "I wore it with nothing but a black thong, a tiny scrap of lace that barely left me covered. Through the lace you could see the thong and my skin but you could also catch a glimpse of my nipples." He gulped and I smiled knowingly. "It was a huge turn on knowing they could all see me, that they all wanted to see more, but that they wouldn't. Once the shoot was over I put on my robe and left." 

"That was adventurous?" He gulped again. 

"Very, some other shoots went similarly. Especially the ones where I was with another girl." 

"Jesus." He muttered under his breath. 

"I like being subtly adventurous." I leant forward so I could whisper in his ear, with my full lips against his ear. "Like tonight, I'm not wearing panties." It was true, I had no panties and no bra on tonight. When I pulled back Luke's eyes strayed to my chest where my nipples stood out against the tight fabric of my top, I really was very hot and bothered and the lust in his eyes wasn't helping. "So where are the bathrooms in here?" 

"Down the hall." He pointed. "But those things are a dump, especially on a Friday night, why don't you use the one upstairs?" 

"Show me?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him, he nodded and let me behind the bar so we could walk up the stairs together. No one noticed as we disappeared together. 

His apartment was nice, all open plan apart from two doors at the back that presumably lead to the bedroom and bathroom, masculine and tidy. 

"This is nice." I smiled and ran my hand over the back of the leather sofa. "It is a lot neater than my apartment."

"You're not neat?" He asked curiously. 

"God no." I laughed. "There are bras and panties strewn about all over the place, my roommate Nicola is also a model, make up and skincare products have nearly swallowed the apartment." 

"You live with another lingerie model?" He smiled. 

"Yes, which many of our male friends love coming to visit." I laughed. "Where is this bathroom?" 

"Just through there." He pointed, I slipped into the bathroom and examined my reflection in the mirror over the tidy sink. After touching up my make up and fluffing up my hair I stepped back out into the living room, Luke was leant back against the wall, his strong biceps straining the sleeves of his black t-shirt and his dark hair falling over his forehead. 

"Everything ok?" He asked huskily. 

"Perfect... except, well it's really loud downstairs and my ears are beginning to ring." 

"You can stay up here for a while if you like." He offered. "I don't mind." 

"Thank you." I sidled up to him until our chests brushed together. "I really appreciate it." 

"You've really changed, grown up." He murmured quietly. "You were hot in high school but now you're really something." 

"Want to see more?" I whispered by his ear, when he smiled I stepped back and pulled my shirt up over my head. Revealing my full, perky breasts to his gaze. He shed his own shirt and I got my first look at his deliciously tanned, muscular chest and abs. He rested his palms on my bare waist and pulled me close so he could cover my mouth with his, the kiss was hot, wet and furiously seductive. He backed me against the wall so he could reach down to cup my breasts, he pinched my nipples hard causing me to gasp into his mouth. I loved having my nipples played with, toeing the line between pleasure and pain. His hands moved to the snap on my jeans and he pushed them down over my hips, one of his large hands cupped my smooth shaven pussy and he pulled back from the kiss with a groan. 

"You really aren't wearing panties." He groaned. "That's so fucking hot." He thrust one finger into my waiting wetness. 

"More." I gasped, reaching for the snap on his jeans. His erection sprung free, long, hard and thick I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. 

"Bed." He muttered against my nipple as he flicked his tongue over the hard tip. 

"Too far, sofa." I pointed to the leather sofa, he slid his hands under my thighs so he could lift me up and let me wrap my legs around his waist, pressing his rock hard cock against my sopping wet pussy. Once at the sofa I jumped out of his hold so I could kneel on the sofa with my chest against the back cushions and my legs spread widely, I felt Luke come up behind me seconds before he slipped three thick fingers into my gaping pussy. "Now Luke, now!" I arched my back and thrust my ass out towards him, encouraging him to push that gorgeous cock inside me. He did. The swollen head easily slipping in thanks to how wet I was and then his throbbing shaft filling me with just the right amount of pressure without it being painful. He was delicious. His fingers toyed with my nipples and clitoris as he thrust into me, building an intoxicating rhythm that had me coming with a loud shout. He thrust into me one more time, filling me impossibly until I felt his cock jerk as he came, thick bursts of cum filling me until it began seeping out over his cock to drip down my thighs. 

"I should get downstairs, Evie will be wondering where I am." I murmured once we had cleaned up and I was zipping up my jeans. 

"Sure." He passed me my shirt. "I better be getting back down to work too." 

"Thanks." I pulled my shirt on and slipped my feet into my shoes. "I'll see you around." 

"Yeah, hey how long are you in town?" He asked as we headed for the stairs. 

"Not that long, I need to be getting back to work in a little over a week." 

"Well I hope you have a nice Christmas." He stopped me with a hand on my arm when I reached for the door. "And this was... incredible." He murmured huskily as he looked down at me with those gorgeous blue eyes. 

"I certainly hadn't been expecting that when I came out tonight." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "See you around." I slipped back out into the bar and looked around for Evie, I spotted her in the corner with her mates and made my way over to them. "Hey, I'm going to head home. Will you be ok to find your own way back?" I asked once I reached her. 

"Yeah, Brad will give me a ride home." She gestured to the guy who's lap she was sat in, he nodded and pointed to his drink- lemonade. 

"Great, see you all later." I whirled out of there and pulled my coat on.

The next day Evie and I were sent to the supermarket, she followed me around the store leant heavily on the shopping cart with a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes. 

"They know I'm hungover, this is their punishment, they want to torture me." She groaned. 

"Of course they do." I laughed as I picked up a box of cereal. "It's their way of teaching you a lesson about drinking." 

"So they did it to you?"

"Yep." I nodded and threw the cereal into the cart. "Don't worry, we'll finish this up and then you can go and bury your head under a pillow." 

"Thank God" She groaned in relief, I laughed as we turned the corner. Our cart bumped into someone else's and I looked up with an apology on my lips, that was until I saw that it was Luke and his brother Will. 

"Hey, sorry about my sisters poor driving." I laughed, Luke smiled warmly at me as his eyes devoured me. 

"Not a problem, I think of worse people to crash into." He winked at me. 

"Hey bro, introduce me to your honey." His brother grinned at me. 

"She isn't my honey" Luke rolled his eyes at me. "And you already know her, this is Gabrielle Monroe." 

"No shit? Damn, you look good." Will looked at me more closely. 

"Well thanks." I grinned. 

"Can we please stop the flirt fest? I'm dying here." Evie groaned from behind me. 

"Hey Eve, having fun there?" Will teased. 

"If I could move my head without wanting to puke I'd kick your ass." Was her reply. 

"For God sake, go and sit in the car." I handed her my keys. 

"I love you." She took them and moved off slowly. 

"Hangover?" Luke guessed. 

"Bad one, it's almost amusing." 

"And how's your head?" He asked me as his brother examined a box of Pop-Tarts. 

"Perfectly fine, I didn't drink that much." I smiled widely. 

"And the rest?" He asked in a hushed voice. 

"Blissful." I smiled seductively. 

"Glad to hear it, you need... anything else just call me." 

"I might take you up on that." I laughed. "But I'm kind of busy today." 

"Me too, Christmas is my busiest time of the year." He sighed. "Lots of people drowning their sorrows in alcohol." 

"The build up is my busiest time of the year, with the exception of maybe Valentine's day. Lots of men buy lingerie for their wives and girlfriends." 

"Understandable." 

"What does lingerie have to do with you?" Will asked curiously. 

"I'm a Victoria's Secret model."

"Shit." His eyes ran over me with interest. "So... you got any shots I could look at?" 

"Buy the catalogue." I smiled. 

"Oh I will." He murmured, his eyes fixed on my chest. 

"Hey." Luke smacked him on the back of his head. "Don't be a perv." 

"Like you haven't looked." He grumbled. 

"Go do something." His brother told him, Will wandered off after another glance at my tits. 

"For what it's worth you can look at my tits whenever you want." I told Luke with a smile. 

"Promise?" His voice had gone quite gravely and rough, very sexy actually. Flashbacks from the night before flashed through my mind and my body tightened and tingled with arousal. 

"Mmm, if you weren't busy tonight I'd say you could do more than look". 

"I'm not busy now." 

"We're in a supermarket." 

"There's a bathroom." We had steadily moved closer to each other so that we were now almost touching. 

"You're suggesting we have sex on a toilet?" 

"Yes."

"Damn that's hot." I breathed. "Meet me in five minutes." I found a clerk and asked if I could leave my shopping cart behind the checkout, luckily he was male and preoccupied with my rack and nodded stupidly. I ran off to the ladies bathroom and found a clean cubicle while I waited for Luke, he arrived after a few minutes with a sizable bulge in the front of his jeans. Yum. We came together in a frantic, bruising kiss, our bodies rubbing sinuously against each other as our hands reached for each others clothes. My button down shirt was opened and spread wide so Luke could run his hands over my black lace bra, meanwhile my hands were tugging his plain black t-shirt up to reveal his hard abs. His hands moved down to the button on my jeans and he barely flicked it open before spearing his hand through my panties right to the core of me, thrusting two fingers into my sopping wet pussy. 




Gabrielle's Secret



"Whoa, you don't waist time." I gasped when he came up for air. 

"I cant wait to be inside you."

"Get on with it then." I teased, my teasing apparently worked because he shed his jeans before spinning us so he could sit on the lid of the toilet. His cock rose long and hard before him and I urgently moved to straddle him, bringing all that delicious hardness into contact with my dripping slit. While I rode him in a hard unrelenting rhythm one of his fingers slid back to toy with my anus, just gently rubbing before he used my own wetness to slick his finger so he could push the tip into me.

"Fuck, God that feels good."

"You like that?"

"Hell yeah, finger my ass," I gasped as I rode his cock. 

"You're so fucking hot." He growled, his finger in my ass making me crazier. "Cum on me, cum all over me." 

"Oh, oh, yes!" I moaned loudly as I came, my juices gushing from my clenching pussy. "Cum in me, fucking cum deep inside me." He pumped into me so hard I had to hold onto the sides of the cubicle to stop from falling over, then I felt his cock swell impossibly before he came. Filling my pussy with so much cum it leaked out around his cock. 

"Best grocery shop ever." I smiled.



Gabriel's Lesson



Gabriel had been friends with Justin for a very long time, and he had seen Justin's girlfriends come and go. Gabriel himself had one girlfriend at one point, but that had ended in disaster. However, after high school and into college, Justin met a different kind of girl—one that was not found in any high school. Her name was Raven. She had long, curly blond hair and intense sparkly green eyes. Raven was a contradiction wrapped up in a paradox. You never knew what to expect from her at any given time. Some days she wore sweatpants and Justin's old shirts, some days miniskirts and low cut tops, but always a lovely silver cross necklace. There was no denying that she was lovely—in addition to a pleasing face, she had amazing curves; full breasts, wide hips, and legs that would tempt a saint. 

Gabriel had met Raven through Justin and they became friends very quickly. Raven was indeed a mystery—one moment she was flirting shamelessly, the next she was quiet and demure like a nun. Gabriel found her fascinating. Once he thought he had her figured out, she did something different. 

The best example was while they were in the car, coming back from seeing a movie. Raven was the only girl there, with Justin of course, and Gabriel, and their friend Jack. All the while, everyone was making jokes at each others expense, having a good time and busting each others chops. Raven made a comment that if she had a penis, it would be bigger than everyone in the car's. They passed a tavern called "Pooky's Tavern", and Gabriel asked Raven if she knew Pooky. Raven answered, "Yes, he's a very nice gay man who let me have free drinks because he thought I was adorable." 

Justin suggested that maybe Raven was so hot that she could bring him to like women, and Raven laughed. Gabriel commented, "Maybe he thought you were sexy. I mean, if you just cut your hair and put on some man's clothes..." 

Raven went silent. She had taken extra time to look pretty today, trying to wow all the boys, Justin especially. She wore a clingy red shirt that had a "key-hole"--a large opening in the shirt that showed off her breasts—and tight jeans with sexy high heels. Needless to say, she was quite offended. She pulled over and insisted that Gabriel get out of the car and walk home. Home was still more than twelve miles away, and it was raining. Of course Gabriel refused, and instead of taking him home, she went back to her place. Gabriel sighed. Why did Raven take him seriously on that? Everyone knew that he never meant those things, and he was never taken seriously anyway. He rubbed his temples. He didn't know how to deal with angry women, and Raven was very, very angry. 

Justin suggested that if he simply apologized, Raven would understand and forgive him and not make him walk twelve miles in the rain. Jack was silent in all this, afraid of Raven's rage and not wanting to make the situation worse. Jack agreed with Justin, and so Gabriel went. 

Since he didn't know how to placate angry women, he was sure his apology sounded forced and insincere, but she took him home and they watched a few movies at his place before she left. Justin went out to start the car, and Gabriel walked Raven to the door. 

Before she went outside, she leaned in close to him and whispered seductively, "I'll make you sorry you said that—I'll show you exactly how much of a woman I am." She gave his ear a soft, slow lick, making his cock harden, but before he could blink or think of something to say, she was out the door and in the car. Gabriel got a sinking feeling in his stomach...he was in trouble. 

The next time he saw Raven, his jaw—along with a lot of other guy's—dropped to the ground. Raven, sweet, demure little Raven, was parading around in an extremely short denim skirt trimmed in lace and a half-open white button up shirt. The red heels matched the red ribbons in her hair. She looked damn sexy, and Justin strutted alongside her, enjoying everyone's stares as much as Raven herself. He knew his girlfriend was sexy.

Raven was waiting for her next class to start, and so she sat close to Gabriel, close enough so that he could smell her perfume. Her skirt rode up her leg a bit, and if Gabriel leaned back just enough, he could see the lacy edge of her bra. She locked eyes with him and smiled sweetly. She knew the effect she was having on him. She reached into her pocket, arching her back as she did so, lifting her beautiful breasts high in the air. She slipped him a note, then strutted off to class. Gabriel opened it up, and it read: "Convinced yet?" It was signed "Raven" with a small heart in the corner of the paper. Oh yes, he was very convinced, but he had a feeling Raven wasn't finished with him yet. 

And he was right. For the next few weeks, Raven was merciless in her teasing and flaunting. She would bend over in front of him whenever possible, sitting close to him, wearing short skirts that rode up when she bent over. He caught a glimpse of her panties more than once, and she always wore the sexiest little things—thongs and lacy boy shorts and the like. She even went so far as to run up to him for a hug while wearing a low-cut shirt, of course bra-less, her breasts "accidentally" bounced out. "Oops," she giggled, taking her sweet time to tuck the soft globes back into her shirt. He could have sworn she was actually playing with them, rubbing her nipples and massaging her tits. "Guess the girls were just so happy to see you they wanted to come out and say hi." she tittered. Every time she would leave him with a raging erection and a note asking "Convinced yet?"

Soon Gabriel needed to relieve the pressure that merciless Raven had pent up in him. He went online, intending to watch some porn after he checked his e-mail. Not that he actually needed the porn—his cock was stiff and throbbing from watching Raven kneel between his legs and search for some imaginary object under his chair, nearly burying her face into his crotch in the process. Oh how he wanted to feel her lips on his cock! 

Wait, what was this? An e-mail from Raven? He opened it up. There was only one word: "Attached." What did that mean? 

There was an attachment to the e-mail. He opened it up, finding that it was a video. What had Raven sent to him now? Was this part of his punishment? 

"You've been a very naughty girl, Ms. Raven." said a familiar voice. Was that Justin? In a suit?

Oh God...there in a leather chair sat Raven, twisting a lock of hair around her finger, dressed in the skimpiest schoolgirl outfit he had ever seen. The skirt was impossibly short, barely covering her ass at all, the half-shirt exposing her tight, sexy stomach. It was tied, loosely, between her breasts, which threatened to undo the shabby tying job an pop out at any moment. Her hair was done up in pigtails, tied off with red ribbons. She looked amazingly hot. 

"Am I going to be punished, Principal Gray?" she asked in the sweetest, most innocent voice she could manage. 

"Yes," said Justin, a bit gruffly. "Come over here, you bad girl. Bend over my lap—you've earned yourself a good spanking." Raven followed his instructions like a good girl, smiling at the camera as she walked past it. She laid herself over Justin's lap, and he pushed her barely-there skirt over her ass and gave her a light tap. She gave a surprised squeak, and his hand descended onto her ass again. This one was a bit harder, and she jumped a little, giving a small moan. He could she the lips of her pussy from where the camera was positioned. It was smooth and shaved and glistened a bit with wetness. She spread her legs a little for the camera, giving Gabriel an even better view.

"Oh my God," said Gabriel, and he unzipped his pants, pulling out his aching cock. He began to stroke it, imagining that it was he giving the naughty girl a good spanking. The spanking went on for a good three minutes, until her ass was pink and even Gabriel could tell she was getting very wet. "That's it you naughty bitch," murmured Gabriel under his breath, "you like that don't you?"

Justin then instructed her to get up, and she did. "Is that all of my punishment, Principal Gray?" she asked sweetly, rubbing her ass as if it were sore. 

"No," said Justin. "You've done yet another bad thing." Justin gestured toward his crotch. There was a rather large tent in his slacks, and Raven blushed. 

"How should I make it better, Principal Gray?" she asked, as if she didn't know. 

"Come here," said Justin, and unzipped himself. He pulled out his long throbbing cock, ordering Raven to kneel between his legs. She did so and looked up at him, waiting for further instruction. "Now suck it." said Justin simply, and Raven descended onto his cock with vigor, sucking and slurping and moaning a bit. Her hand went down between her legs and she began to finger herself while she sucked him, spreading her legs wide. Justin's hands went to the back of her head and guided her head up and down his shaft; Raven made good use of her other hand to untie her shirt and play with her tits. 

Gabriel began to stroke faster, excited further seeing Raven's bare breasts again. As Raven began to suck harder, moaning louder as she neared release by her own hand, Gabriel felt his balls tighten as he neared orgasm as well. "That's it," encouraged Justin, "Don't stop, baby, and you'll get a surprise." She looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Her body shuddered and she let out a loud moan, almost a scream, muffled by Justin's cock. He grabbed the back of her head and slammed her down on his cock as she came, again and again, grabbing her tits and playing with her nipple. Justin erupted in her mouth, and Raven did her best to swallow all of it. She missed some, and it dripped onto her breasts. Justin went still in the chair as Raven licked him clean. 

Gabriel couldn't hold on any longer. Long ropes of cum spurted out of his own cock, coating his hands, his shirt, and staining his jeans. He cried out his pleasure as he imagined pushing Raven's mouth down hard on his cock. Looking back at the screen to see if there was more, he saw Raven's smiling face. She held up a slip of paper that read "Convinced yet?" as she scooped up finger fulls of cum from her breasts and licked them up like ice cream. She winked at the camera, and suddenly his screen was blank.



Gabriel's Perfect St. Patrick's Day



Annabelle Stevens, an American woman, has a new boyfriend named Gabriel O'Sullivan. Gabriel's half-Irish on his mother's side and one-quarter British on his dad's side even though he's born in the United States. They had been dating for almost three years. Annabelle had an idea since St. Patrick's Day is coming soon. She thought of surprising him with something special. So she called Gabriel on his cell phone and invited him over to her house.

On St. Patrick's Day, Gabriel came over to her split-level house, waiting for his surprise from Annabelle's surprise. Gabriel was 6'4, dark brown hair, blue eyes, and had a lean body on him.

"Annabelle?" He called.

Annabelle came down the steps, wearing the first of two very special outfits. Her first outfit was a black t-shirt with green shamrocks that said, "my lucky ta-tas" with a pink ribbon in the middle, green twill skinny-leg pants, and kelly green patent heels. 

"Hey, my Irish-bred baby" Annabelle said sweetly as she kissed his lips.

Gabriel wore a black cotton t-shirt with green letters that said, "Kiss me I'm Irish" with blue jeans and green Converse sneakers.

"Wow! You look wicked cute, Annabelle. Is this my surprise?" Gabriel said with a smile on his face.

"Oh this is just the first part of the surprise. So how was your St. Patty's Day going so far?" She said.

"My St. Patrick's Day was really great. My mom's family came to visit us all the way from Dublin. We had corned beef and cabbage, sang some Irish music, danced a few jigs, and some of the men got to drinking. But other than that, it was great seeing them." Gabriel replied.

"That's fantastic. Now I have to get myself ready for part two of your St. Patty's Day surprise." Annabelle said, smiling at him.

"Before you get yourself ready, may I rub your ta-tas for good luck?" He nicely asked.

"Yes, you may." She said. 

Gabriel softly rubbed her large, natural tits under her shirt with both of his hands. They were both turned on for a brief moment before Annabelle went upstairs.

A couple of minutes later, Annabelle came downstairs with her sexiest second outfit to date. Her second outfit consisted of a black long line low back bustier, a black tear drop petticoat, black cheeky lace boy short panties, a jade green ruffled two layer petticoat, a green top hat, black and green striped satin bow knee high stockings, and black faux suede boots.

"Ta-da!" Annabelle exclaimed delightfully as she flashed her dazzling smile.

"Annabelle, you look so sensational and so sexy. I'm loving my surprise!" Gabriel said in amazement.

"I just knew you love it!" Annabelle happily exclaimed.

He smiled at her as he passionately kissed her lips. There were a lot of things about Annabelle that Gabriel just loved. He loved how she doesn't look like most of the girls in America (skinny, blonde, spray tanned, fake breasts), he loved her generously curvy, size 22 body, he loved her how radiant her long, silky, sleek red hair shines in the sunlight, he loved how her green eyes sparkle like emeralds and also like the land of his mother's home country, and he loved her fun, independent, sweet personality.

Annabelle then took his hand and led him to the living room. He sat on the big, comfortable sofa. Annabelle kissed his lips deep with pure passion. As they kissed, she reached under his shirt to feel his ripped body. She then took off his shirt. For a semi-Irish- and Englishman, Gabriel's body was very fit. He kept his body fit by boxing, playing soccer (football as they call it), karate, and swimming. She kissed down to his chest and then to his abs. Gabriel lightly moaned as he stroked a few strands of her red hair. His hands ran up and down her curvaceous body. She sighed as his fingers lightly touched the tops of her breasts. Slowly, he reached around to unhook her bustier. Her lush, massive breasts spilled into his hands when he softly kissed and suckled them. Annabelle held his head into place as he suckled them. He kissed back up to her lips while his hands caressed her entire body. Gabriel took off her hat, placed it beside him, and played with her hair. Annabelle's red hair was like touching red silk in his hands.

Gabriel moved his hands lower to her petticoats where underneath them were her lace boy short panties. Annabelle moaned in his ear feeling his caresses and kisses. While she did that, she unzipped and unbuttoned his jeans. Her fingers felt his shamrock harden against her fingertips. She slowly pulled down his bright green boxers and licked him down there. As she tasted him, Gabriel leaned his head back and moaned as his hands caressed her face and hair.

"Oh, Annabelle. Mmmmmmm. You're such a sexy, redheaded, luscious, American lass." He loudly moaned.

After that, she came back up and kissed him again. Gabriel then switched places with Annabelle on the sofa. He slowly lifted petticoats, revealing her black lacy boy shorts. His hands stroked from her breasts to her hips to her legs as he took off her boots. The only piece of clothing that was left on Annabelle's body was her striped stockings. Then, he gently pulled down her petticoats and slid the boy shorts from her body. He softly licked her pink clit and hairless pussy. She tasted sweet like honey down there. Annabelle moderately moaned as he tasted her juices. Her moans and groans increased in tempo and her hands ran through his hair. He kissed back up to her lips. He then went inside her deeply. As he went in and out of her, his lips kissed and nibbled on her neck. His hands explored all her curves as they climaxed.

"Annabelle, oh Annabelle..." he passionately moaned.

They spent their collective orgasm as thick ropes of his Irish male cream spilled into her pussy. He kissed her lips while he remained inside her.

"I may have the luck of the Irish, but when I'm with you Annabelle I'm even more luckier." He said to her with a smile.

"Happy St. Patrick's Day, Gabriel" Annabelle replied.

As they kissed each other, Gabriel wrapped his arms around her in a post-coital embrace. Next to spending St. Patrick's Day with his family, spending it with Annabelle made it much more perfect.

THE END 



Gabriel's Property



It felt almost surreal, having an owner after over a month of being on the block. She watched him walk in front of her, his thick robes shifting as he moved and his hood covering him completely in the hot sunlight. She wondered what kind of man he was. She had not seen him because of all his coverings, but she imagined he was old because of the way he dressed, and the purse he carried over his shoulder, she thought only an old man could carry a purse like that. 

She wondered why he had purchased her. He had taken at her at a low price, and no one had even bid against him. Either way, she was glad to be off the block. She had not been treated entirely poorly, but not well either because she had been so long in the slaver’s care. She had been lucky enough to have a slaver that felt sorry for her, she had lost her family in a fire and bandits had taken her within the following week when she had wandered from her careless village alone, they sold her to the slaver, and he had been good enough to make sure she went to an owner he felt wouldn’t do harm to her. It was unlike a slaver, she thought, but he had said it was something about her mild nature and the way her blue eyes could seem so innocent. Anyways, it didn’t matter anymore; her fate had shifted to her new owner. 

She wasn’t as young as she looked. She had always had a small frame, and she was certain she wasn’t much to look at, but her new owner must have seen something in her under her mangled brownish hair tangled up in its small tie, and the tattered rags she wore. Even her skin was blotchy from dust, but still, he had purchased her. She decided he would likely have her doing chores, and she would be more than willing to comply if it meant she would have a place to sleep and a meal at least once a day, that was all she had received from the trader, one meal a day, and if they weren’t traveling he had let her sleep on a bail of hey. She wondered what she would be doing now, what she would eat and where she would sleep, and she wondered where they were going as she followed him down the thin dirt road and took notice of the unfamiliar forest surrounding them.

She noticed her new owner as he turned his head; she quickly lowered her eyes, believing it was a rule now that she was property.

“Keep up girl.” He called in his smooth voice.

She quickly stepped up her pace, not wanting to disobey him in any way, and soon they had reached the end of the road and her eyes fell on a small cottage tucked within the trees. She followed him to the home and watched as he moved up the three well-built stairs and opened the door, leaving it open for her as he entered. 

The man glanced back at his property and noticed she was still outside the door.

“Come in here.” He ordered, and she quickly obeyed, looking around as he took the time to close the door behind her.

The cottage was not what she had expected, there was a wide room and a kitchen, and five stairs leading to a banister surrounded study, and almost every wall was covered in shelves of books. The place seemed warm and welcoming to her after being on the block for so long, and she was staring at a bookshelf as her new owner went to pour himself a cup of coffee from and old pot. It was likely cold, but he drank it down anyways and then noticed his property again.

“Can you read girl?” He asked.

She turned towards him but quickly lowered her eyes again.

“No sir.” She admitted.

“Well you will learn.” He stated, “What can you do? Chores, cook?”

“Yes sir.”

“Well at least it’s something.” He sighed, almost as if he were impatient with her already, “But you will go nowhere near the kitchen like that, when was the last time you had a bath?”

She blushed, but the red in her cheeks could not be seen through all the dust. 

“It has been a while sir.” She admitted.

“My name is Gabriel.” He told her, “You may call me that, and what about you girl, have you a name?”

“Clara sir, I mean Gabriel.” She replied.

She couldn’t see his face between her lowered eyes and his uplifted hood, and it made her nervous that she couldn’t read his expression.

“Clara it is.” He sighed. “Come Clara, you are in need of a bath, I have no clothing for you as of yet, but we will find something other than those rags, now won’t we?”

She obediently followed him up the stairs and through the study. He opened a hidden door and as they entered she realized the cottage was even larger, and the room they came to had a bed and more furniture, and yet another door leading to a bathing area.

Clara stopped in the doorway, unsure of how to proceed. He looked back as he reached the bathing area and called out again.

“Come along.” He stated, disappearing behind the door.

She went to meet him quickly again, and her eyes fell over the sight of the emery colored tub and her blue-circled pupils widened suddenly as he pulled a handle and water poured from a faucet. She had never before seen running water and when he glanced over his shoulder again she made an attempt at not looking too surprised.

“Don’t just stand there.” He said, “Take those rags off, I won’t have an unkempt girl wandering about.

She was suddenly very uneasy, waiting for him to leave her in private, but he just stood there with his back to her. She knew he was waiting, but so was she, she was waiting for him to leave, and as her nerves rattled she clenched her loose fitting shirt, wondering what she could do. She stayed like that until the tub was full, filled with soapy bubbles. The man turned to glance at his property again and saw she was still dressed.

“Damn girl are you always so slow at everything?” He asked, “I said off with those rags, I meant it.”

Clara’s eyes were low now; she couldn’t even bring herself to look up from the floor. 

“But sir…” she started.

She heard him curse and then he was in front of her, the tops of his robes brushing against the top of her bare feet.

“Now I won’t be patient forever.” He stated, firmly gripping at the bottom of her shirt while she desperately held it down. 

Gabriel suddenly gave the rag a good pull and it was being lifted, and with nothing more to do about it Clara slipped her arms out of the sleeves and quickly crossed her arms over the perky round breasts on her chest. She stood there stupidly with her frail figure trebling before him and she couldn’t help but jump when he poked at her visible ribs, the skin of his hands feeling soft.

“We’ll have to put a few pounds on you.” He remarked before quickly pulling down her pants, they had been just as raggedy as her shirt and cut to fit her length. 

Clara was clenching her thighs together now, as he looked over her shapely legs and to the light curls above her vagina. She was nearly horrified when he placed his fingers there, testing the softness of the curls and a yelp escaped her, a sound that obviously did not please her owner, who then removed his hand and pulled her shoulder.

“You will learn yet.” He said, “There is no room for shyness here.”

She kept her arms crossed tight over her chest as he urged her towards the tub, and with a shaky leg she stepped into the water while he took a good look at the curve of her fixed ass.

“Clean up now.” He stated, “I’ll see if I can find you something to eat.”

Eat? Clara thought as she watched him lift her rags from the floor and leave, but what would she wear? She decided he certainly wouldn’t forget that, so she thought to do as he said and she began to reach into the water, splashing it over her body. She had never bathed in a tub such as this before, and she wouldn’t have known that she wasn’t doing it correctly if he hadn’t appeared in the doorway again, bringing her to cross her arms and gasp again while he looked over the water she had spilled onto the floor.

“Is that what you call bathing girl?” He asked, “It won’t do. Sit down in the water.”

She did, grateful that the bubbles seemed to cover her. She would try it this way, but before she could she realized that her owners back was to her, but he wasn’t leaving, he was removing his long robes. At first she couldn’t help looking, he wasn’t the old man she had thought him be, still older than her, buy at least ten years. His long hair was a lightened brown, shiny and pulled neatly into a ponytail behind his head. His shoulders were broad and well built and as he glanced at her again she saw his dark eyes and handsome face before she lowered her head again, wondering what in the world he was doing. She couldn’t look at all as he stripped down to the thin cloth around his waist, but from the corner of her eye she could see the swell under his cloth as he neared her. Before she could react to anything he had lifted some water in a nearby vase and dumped it over her head, causing her to gasp.

“It had to be done.” Gabriel responded to her reaction, and then pulled the tie from her hair, letting it fall over her shoulders and down her back in its natural wave. He applied soap and she held her chest tight as he rubbed the suds into her hair with strong hands.

“Dear god girl,” He remarked as he rinsed the soap from her hair, “You're a flaxen. I wouldn’t have guessed under all that muck, and you’re not a bad looking one, perhaps I got my money’s worth after all.”

Gabriel smiled a soft friendly smile, it was warming, but it did not do anything to ease the stress of Clara’s situation. He lifted a sponge and brought it over her face first and then back. She cringed against him, and all the while he revealed the natural milky color of her skin. She tried desperately not to flinch too much as he then brought the sponge over her legs and between her thighs. 

“Alright girl,” He said, “don’t make this difficult, lift up those arms and show whatever assets you’re hiding so we may clean them as well.”

She met his gaze for only a moment, now he could clearly see the flush in her cheeks and although it amused him he didn’t seem impressed as he dropped the sponge into the water and used his hands to pry her hands away from her chest, seeing the curves of her womanhood more clearly and the small pink nipples mounted over them. She tried to sink further into the water to hide but that didn’t stop him from lathering his bare hands with soap and moving them over her breasts. She felt frozen in his grasp as he washed her breasts in a circular motion, moving her nipples between his fingers, as they grew rigid in his touch. When he was done washing with the soap he rinsed her breasts in the same way and then lifted her arm, pulling her to stand.

“Out you go now.” He said, pulling her from the tub. 

Clara was all too grateful when he wrapped her shivering body in a towel, but he was taking his time to dry her breasts and the soft hair between her legs before leaving her with the towel.

“Dry off.” He ordered, “I’ll be right back.”

She stood, holding the towel around her body, not really drying with it as he returned; he was wearing another robe now, thinner this time, but at least a robe. He handed her a longer white shirt, clean and fragrant, and a thick comb.

“Get dressed and the come to the kitchen.” He told her, leaving again.

Clara put on the shirt and took the time to comb her hair as it dried naturally, hung down her back and shoulders. She did as he said afterwards and went to the kitchen where he served her a warm meal of ham and fresh bread. It was more than she had eaten in a while, and it was good as well. Gabriel watched her eat but did not join her. She couldn’t meet his gaze as he watched her from across the room, up until she took her own plate to the sink and washed it thoroughly. He said her name and his sudden voice almost made her jump.

“Clara, we always wake near dawn, so it is time for bed.”

“Yes sir.” She nodded, waiting for him to tell her where she could find some hey or perhaps a blanket to sleep, but instead he motioned for her as he moved back to the bedroom. She thought that maybe he would be giving her a blanket, but by the time she reached the door he had taken off his robe, and the cloth around his waist, and he stood in plain view with the unfamiliar appendage hanging between his legs.

“Get in the bed girl, there is plenty of rest to be had.” He stated as he casually climbed under the blankets.

“In the bed?” She repeated.

“Yes.” He stated, his tone growing impatient, but still remaining calm as he looked over her trembling again.

Clara didn’t linger, she went to the opposite side of the bed and lifted the quilts as he looked at her again.

“Take the shirt off.” He instructed, “There is no need for clothing in bed.”

She felt entirely perplexed, but she didn’t argue, she felt she might have already done enough arguing, if he was now impatient with her. She turned her back to him and quickly removed the shirt before reaching back for the sheets, moving to slip under them without revealing anymore than she had to, but the moment she was under the sheets she realized she had slipped directly into his arms and he had already pulled her to his naked chest, his appendage against her leg and his arm moving firmly around her, cupping her right breast in his hand and rubbing the nipple with his thumb. She began to squirm uncomfortably against him but he held her tight and wouldn’t release.

“Don’t struggle now.” He stated, “I won’t have that, you are no child, and it is time someone show you that.”

Gabriel brought his other arm around her, lifting her as he brought it around and Clara clenching her fists in an effort to keep from pulling his wandering hands from her body. He felt her anxiety and brought his face closer to her ear, letting her feel his warm breath and as it sent chills over her she tilted her neck towards him, it was her effort to stop the tickling feeling but he used the opportunity to gently bring her ear between his teeth, and as he nibbled and took both her breasts into his hands pushing them together she let out a small gasp. Clara closed her eyes tightly, and remained frozen, thinking that perhaps if she was still enough he would leave her be. No such luck was in her future however. Gabriel casually moved one hand down to her tightly clenched thighs and felt the soft curls, he pushed his fingers lower but she only clenched her legs more tightly to protect her treasures.

Gabriel decided not to shout out at her for thwarting him, she was already shaking and her efforts were amusing, besides, there was more than one way to get what he wanted. He brought the same hand across her curved but emaciated hip, and then ran his fingers softly over her curved bottom, and with no warning he pushed his hand between her thighs again, this time from behind. The surprise caused her to jump and part her protective thighs and he easily found the tender lips of her member. He began to stroke the folds gently with his finger as her struggling began again, but it was no bother to Gabriel, all her uncomfortable movement brought her frightened pussy down over his hand and soon he could feel the soft wetness on his fingers as he slowly brought her body into submission. 

Clara had forgotten how she was trying not to struggle as the unfamiliar tingling began to come between her thighs and into her womb. It felt like she was being drawn into something wrong because of how it felt. He shifted her shoulder back and brought his mouth over her small nipple, at the same time he inserted one finger into the warm chasm of her body. She gasped and found herself struggling more. Her hip shifted against him and she realized the intrusion that had been dangling between his legs was now filled with weight as it leaned into her back, she let out a soft squeal. 

Gabriel held to her tighter and began to kiss the back of her neck, taking in the scent of the sweet smelling soap she had used, her breathing was growing heavy against his chest and her breasts heaved in his hands. The actions of her body unwittingly brought excitement to him and he began to shift his own hips against her back, letting her smooth skin rub against his hardening dick. He sent out his own soft masculine moan against her ear as his hands became more aggressive against her. This new aggression startled Clara and she became somewhat panicked, pushing her thighs together again in an effort to force his finger from her body, and when she saw the curve of his lips coming for her nipple again she tried to turn her chest in an effort to elude him. She was nearly shocked when he suddenly removed his hands from her body and turned her shoulder, forcing her onto her back, holding one of her shoulders with his hand and pushing his muscular thigh across her waist to keep her from moving.

“Damn you girl.” He frowned, “What is all this squirming? Is it because you find this unpleasant or because you like it?”

Clara didn’t have to answer. When her cheeks flushed red he knew, she in fact liked every dirty little thing he was doing to her body.

“Alright.” He sighed, “I will be patient, but I will have you tonight.”

He suddenly took the sheets in his hand and threw them from both their bodies as he rolled onto his side, still facing her. He even let her cross her arms over her breasts again and bring her knees up to cover herself. At this point he already knew what was there and didn’t necessarily need to see, she on the other hand, he felt, needed to see what was in store for her.

“Look at me Clara.” He stated.

Her eyes slowly met his, her blue frames still looking innocent under the heat of the situation, while his were dark and knowing, and she felt he was looking right through her as he offered a kind smile.

“There.” He said gently, “Now look at all of me… it’s alright girl, I want you to.”

Clara closed her eyes for a moment and when she opened them again she forced her gaze to look over his nude figure, his long legs, the modest muscles under the flesh of his torso, and his hardened appendage now firm against his belly. It seemed much larger than it had before and when she realized she was staring at it longer than she had anything else she quickly removed her eyes from it, and away from him.

“Do you understand what is going to happen?” Gabriel asked.

Clara nodded, knowing that before she died, her mother had given her a talk and instruction of what would happen after she was able to find a husband.

“Do you think you can collect yourself long enough for us to get on with it then?” he asked.

Clara wanted to scream, to beg, anything to be able to dress and have more time, but she had already given him a reluctant nod and he wasted no time sitting up and taking her thin knees into his hands. He pulled her legs down and carefully brought her arms to her sides. She didn’t struggle but she was still shaking. Gabriel simply smiled as he brushed the back of her hand over her neck and down her breasts, waiting to see how her body would react to him, and he was pleased to watch her nipples tighten. He started slowly by running his wet tongue over her breasts and down her belly stopping just before the blond curls. She became tense again, clenching her fists and feeling a bead of sweat run from her forehead.

“Remember Clara girl,” He said, “ You are certainly allowed to like this, even enjoy it.”

Clara closed her eyes and felt part of his weight gradually come over her again as he lifted her legs, spreading them wider so he could rest between them, and his hand found her wetness again. She felt his firm appendage rest against her belly and felt like she might struggle again, but she kept herself from doing so, knowing now that he was determined to have his way, and because he was owner, and she was property, he would get what he wanted. He brushed his face against hers, bringing her eyes to meet him again, and this time she found his eyes to be a good place to rest her gaze, they were instructing and welcoming. He brought his lips over hers and ran his tongue over the opening, gradually tempting her to part them before he slipped his tongue into her mouth and kissed her until her mouth reacted against his. He led his organ between her thighs and replaced his finger with the larger appendage, rubbing against her and bringing his hands to wander her body again as more of his weight came over her. 




Gabriel's Property



A groan escaped Gabriel and his declaration of arousal suddenly brought Clara to a panic again while he began to push into her pussy. He gave her no time to struggle this time, he was tired of waiting, so he pressed his kiss deep into her mouth and lifted her hips, shoving his erection into her with one deep movement and as he felt her tightness surround his organ he groaned as she let out a scream of pain. The dull ache seemed to surround Clara and her legs went numb, even as he lifted he knees and spread her feminine legs wider in an attempt to open her as he rested his organ deep inside of her, taking the time to get used to the sensation. Clara did not mean to cry, but she couldn’t help the tears that rolled from her eyes down the sides of her face and into her ears. She was just growing used to the feeling of him inside of her when he began to thrust in and out, firsts slowly, teasing himself and then at a more rapid pace, and with every entrance he sent soft cries from his property’s throat until eventually she gripped his shoulders with her small hands and brought her cries to silent gasps.

Gabriel lifted the small of her back to meet him and suckled her nipples again before bringing a hand to where their bodies met and as he thrust into her he took the time to rub her clit, the wetness of her body slipping between them. For Clara the experience was a blur, and it was quite abruptly when she realized the pain had faded and her body was expelling soft moans that echoed Gabriel's. She was just beginning to enjoy the sensations, as he had given her permission to do, he suddenly gasped and his face became flushed as he pulled out of her and lifted her into his arms for a moment.

“Very well Clara girl,” he said, “You should be proud, now I am your teacher, I will teach you many things, but one more lesson for tonight. We will not be needing babies around for quite a while, so if you would turn onto your knees…”

Clara was confused as he guided her back to face him and eased her down onto her hands and knees, she glanced back timidly as he kneeled behind her, running his finger down the crack in her ass until he met the small ring and pushed the tip of his finger inside slowly, already coated with her juices. She gasped as he gave her time to feel the action and then he suddenly pushed his entire finger inside her rectum, circling as her arms shook and she gasped at the feeling.

“Don’t worry.” He insisted, “Our bodies are made for this, it is really very natural.”

Clara found nothing natural about it as she felt his hard appendage searching her bottom until he removed most of his finger, leaving just the tip in her rectum to guide his organ, and as he shoved it into her she couldn’t even move, frozen in alarm as there was more pain and she screamed again. He was easing his organ inside now, his hands tightly on her hips as he pulled her down his length and then slowly he began to thrust into her rectum and slowly the pain faded again and a strange new sensation took over her body. He brought his hand around her again and found her pussy and he gently stroked against it as he thrust at her. He began groaning louder now while Clara remained silent against the feeling until there was a pressure within she had never known before, building like fire as he touched her, and then she felt the current of her first orgasm and cried out loudly, sending her juices over his finger and clenching her rectum around his erection.

“God girl!” Gabriel cried out, but there was no disappointment in his voice as he thrust in harder until she felt his seed expel into her rectum and with the creamed liquid filling her ass she felt another explosion and the current overcame her again as her orgasm returned and sent her face down against her arms where she shook until he fell from her hole and came over her back with his arm, straightening her legs and pulling her against his body as he closed his eyes and rested. There was no need to pull up the sheets yet because they were both surrounded by heat and the air that was cooling their bodies felt well enough. Clara finally opened her eyes and realized he was looking at her, but after what they had just done she didn’t feel so required to lower her gaze, he only proved there was no need when he gently kissed her forehead.

“Very good girl.” He smiled, “I will be sure to teach you your next lesson soon enough, but now, we will have some of that sleep.”