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There's Something About Gabby

By: itscalledhazing



Gabby was in her last year of St. Mary's High School, and at the tender age of eighteen she was already considered the diva of the school and front runner to be crowned the high school beauty queen. 

She was nicknamed 'The Blonde Kardashian' by everyone at school, though there were several reasons for her nickname, depending on whom you asked. The people that liked her called her by this nickname due to the similarities in her looks, for she had big tits, a slim waist and a big ass. It also helped that her family was filthy rich. 

The ones who despised her called her 'The Blonde Kardashian' because of her obvious stupidity, and the fact that she had no talent. 

Standing at just less than 5'6", she was disappointed at not being taller, but the rest of her body made up for her disappointing lack of stature. Her breasts were an ample 34D and her ass drew many appreciative glances wherever she went.

As Gabby strutted through the school corridors all male eyes were upon her, students and teachers alike, but every one of them knew that they had no chance with her. She was rich, pretty and she had a boyfriend, Tim. She was just a mere fantasy to all but two people, her boyfriend and Simon. 

Simon was in the same year of school and the same age as Gabby, but this was where their similarities ended. He was a stereotypical slacker. He considered himself too cool for the geeks, yet on the other hand, he wasn't cool enough to hang out with the jocks. This meant he had no real friends and so his anger and delusion grew.

The only thing that kept him showing up at school each day was Gabby. Through out his teenage life he had watched her body fill out and his lust for her had grown daily. He was desperate to touch her soft blonde hair and feel her full lips pressed against his own. His ultimate goal was to have Gabby as his first.

The only way he could get near her was to succumb to the popular kids demands. Every morning he came into school, he handed them his homework for them to copy before lessons started. If it was his lucky day then he would have his work handed back to him, though more often than not it wasn't. 

He soon got into the habit of making three copies of his homework, slipping one in the locker of Tim another copy he kept for himself. With the final copy he gave it to Gabby, giving him a chance to gawk at her without repercussions. 

Throughout her school career, Gabby was always academically near the bottom of her class. Maybe this was because she wasn't the smartest, but it was more likely that since she was constantly talking and gossiping during class, she never listened to what the teachers had to say. Because of this, she would insist that Simon sit next to her so she could copy his work. This lasted until the teachers caught on and separated them. 

Now Simon wasn't the fittest or best looking individual, he loved his food too much to care. This fact, coupled with an arrogant personality, and his knowledge that he was never going to be fighting off the women, were things he freely admitted to himself. Nevertheless, he also knew exactly how gullible Gabby was. He knew that if he could just talk to her one on one, then he would be able to manipulate her easily. 

It was during the final class of the day that he managed to get his chance. Gabby's constant chatting had been driving Mr. Shellard insane that afternoon and he had snapped, ordering her to detention that same afternoon. Jumping on the opportunity, Simon swore at the teacher loudly, smiling as he did. 

"Well Simon, I think an hour's worth of detention tonight will help you rethink the way you talk to me," Mr. Shellard smiled back at him as he wrapped up the lesson.

"Everybody can now leave. No... not you, Simon! Sit there and start copying the text book." He instructed them before sitting down behind his desk.

Sitting several desks apart Gabby and Simon sat silently in the empty classroom, each with a piece of paper in front of them whilst they copied word for word from the textbook. Gabby kept her eyes on her paper every so often glancing at Mr. Shellard. 

Simon on the other hand was staring at Gabby. He admired her tight top stretched around her plentiful chest, when he looked down at her skirt he saw how it had fallen apart, allowing him to gaze at her toned legs and smooth thighs. He could feel his blood starting to rush down to his groin when the slamming of the door snapped him from his daze. Looking up he saw that Mr. Shellard had left the room. 

"Oh...My...God!! I fucking hate this crap, that Shellard is a massive cock. I bet he still lives with his parents, the fucking loser." Gabby paused as she tugged at her white blouse clearly in some discomfort. "God I'm so fuckin' bored, thank fuck we've got next week off." 

Again, her hand tugged her shirt. Simon still hadn't taken his eyes from her and he couldn't fail to notice her obvious discomfort. He saw her pull on the under-wire of her bra before letting go. 

"Are you ok Gabby? You seemed to be struggling there. I can help you! I used to work for my auntie's lingerie firm so I know what I'm talking about." Of course, he was lying through his teeth, his auntie worked at a library. The only lingerie store she went near was next to a doughnut shop.

"How did you know? This bra has been killing me all day. I swear it used to fit a couple of days ago!" She looked down at her chest before pulling at her bra-strap again. "God I'll be glad to get it off but it's my favourite and I don't want to throw it away."

"Ah! Well that's where I can help. I have helped numerous women choose their bra, and most of them just seem to guess their size. I've seen some women pull on their bra like a sweater! All you need to do is learn how to adjust them." He told her as he made a show of looking around the room before staring back at her.

"Look, it's just you and me in the room, why don't you just slip out of your shirt, and I'll help you adjust your bra. It won't take long," Simon told Gabby. Seeing the doubt in her eyes, he crossed over to the door locking it before he headed towards her. 

"Come on then. Quickly" Simon urged. "Before Shellard gets back." 

Reluctantly she gave in. Gabby pushed away from her desk before unbuttoning her blouse and rolling it off her shoulders, exposing her expansive chest currently hidden behind a pink bra with flowers stitched on it. Having now seen it, Simon decided it was his favourite bra too. 

As soon as he could tear his eyes away from her bulging cleavage, he could tell exactly what was wrong. Both the straps on the shoulders and under her arms were too tight. However, this did provide one advantage to him, her tits were pushed higher making them jut outwards almost inviting him to have a feel.

Restraining himself, he circled her once before stepping behind her as he examined the clasp at the back. Simon knew nothing about bras except that they were hard to remove and that they blocked his view. 

Swallowing hard, he smiled as he realised that he was about to gaze at the most lusted after breasts in the whole school.

"Right, now Gabby, I'm just going to undo this to make the adjustments." With that, he fumbled about with the clasp, finally pulling the straps off her shoulders and letting the pink garment fall to the floor.

When he walked around to her front, he was greeted with one of the most wonderful sights he had ever seen in his eighteen years. Her breasts were breathtakingly large, but with no sag. Each breast was topped off with a dark pink nipple. He dropped open his mouth and moved towards her nipple. As his mouth drew closer to her nipple, she coughed bringing him back to reality.

"Now then let's have a look at this pesky thing." He picked up her bra from the floor as if it was a trophy. He noted the 34 C tag nestled on the strap. He could see why the bra was too small as she must be at least a D cup, or so he assumed. 

"Oh no, we can't have that." He exclaimed as he looked up from adjusting her strap and inspected the red marks of the straps had left on her chest.

"What are you...," Gabby started, while she looked at him with a confused expression.

Simon took advantage of her confusion to reach out and grasp a breast in either hand, gently massaging them as he marvelled at the firmness and weight. 

"Perfect," he whispered under his breath. As he took hold of her nipples, he began tweaking them to stiffness. Noticing her stunned look, he saw she was about to speak.

"I'm sorry," he looked at Gabby. "But your breasts just looked so sore and confined. I just figured that they didn't appreciate being squashed all day."

Personally, Gabby didn't know what he was talking about, but he was the expert she told herself, so she let him continue to maul at her breasts. 

"Yeah I guess you're right. I just wish there was someone who would kiss them better for me," she giggled at her joke. She wasn't expecting Simon to take it literally, but he wasn't one to disappoint.

Leaning forward, he slowly sucked the tip of one nipple into his mouth before spreading his kisses all over her chest, sucking, licking and biting at her breasts and nipples. He was in heaven, as a speechless Gabby let him continue. 

At that point someone pushing at the door interrupted them. Immediately Gabby became frantic, desperately trying to push him off her, wanting to dress again in order to look presentable, but she failed on both counts. Simon on the other hand seemed spurred on by the threat of being caught. 

"Just imagine them bursting through the door, catching you with your top down and with your beautiful breasts on display with rock hard nipples," he hissed at her as he continued his assault.

His words sent thrills down her spine as she felt his hand move south nudging up past her skirt and inside her panties as his fingers stroked her soft hair. With one hand squeezing her nipple, and his other hand rubbing against her outer pussy lips, he began to taunt her about being caught.

"What the hell is going on in there? Come on open up in there or else you're going to be in even more trouble! I know it's you Simon," yelled Mr. Shellard. He continued to knock as Simon egged on Gabby. 

"Cum for me Gabby!" urged Simon. "You know you want to! Just imagine the next time you're sitting in this classroom, you will be sitting in a seat that you have climaxed in!" Leaning forward he kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue inside her mouth. 

His cock was on fire and it was killing him that he couldn't even touch it, so he started channelling his frustrations onto her clit. He began rubbing it harder and faster until he heard those two magical words.

"I'm cumming!!" Her hand shot out gripping his arm, digging her fingernails into his skin as she felt his stubby finger push through her moist entrance. Her legs suddenly shot out involuntarily as they shook violently, feeling her orgasm rip through her. 

She began shuddering in her seat, letting her orgasm storm through her body as Simon kissed her again. Wiggling his finger around inside her wet pussy he dropped his mouth to her nipple, hearing her breath come out in gasps. 

Soon her gasps came to a stop as he pulled out his damp fingers, licking them clean and enjoying his first taste of pussy. Picking up her bra he threw it at her as he pulled out her perfume from her bag and sprayed it before heading to the door. 

"Tidy yourself up, we need to let Shellard in," he hissed as he looked over at Gabby, checking to make sure that she was dressed before he unlocked the door. Jumping back in his seat he resumed copying from the book. 

"What the hell is going on in here?" The door slammed open as Mr. Shellard entered the room, anger etched on his face. He began to speak again when he suddenly the smell of perfume and sex filled his nostrils.

"I don't know what you're talking about, the door was never locked." Simon guffawed as he spoke. "Look, calm down dear and have a seat." 

Mr. Shellard ignored Simon as his eyes circled the room sniffing whilst he tried to work out the smell. The smell of sex kept on infiltrating his nostrils, but he knew there was no way Gabby and Simon would ever do anything together, it just wasn't possible.

The only thing that seemed likely to him was that Simon had masturbated under the desk. Giving up on his thoughts, he turned to Gabby. 

"Um... Gabby I need to have a word with you in the corridor," Mr Shellard told Gabby. Rolling his eyes he guided her in front of him and walked her out of the classroom. "Now I have no idea what went on in there and I really don't care." 

Gabby tried to speak, yet at that moment she was unable to form a sentence. She looked down at her feet hoping he would leave her alone, but soon his monotone voice droned on again. 

"Now then, I want to formally invite you to some extra classes next week... no talking back to me." He pressed his finger to his lips motioning for her to be silent. 

"Let me explain. The reason for the lessons is that you have fallen so far behind in this class that you're unlikely to pass exams someone half your age could pass." 

Her mouth opened and shut as she tried to think of a retort. She wasn't too sure whether it was an insult or the truth. As she tried to get her head clearer she heard him speak again.

"So you're coming back for extra education next week and just before Christmas too. Lucky you!" he smirked.

"But... but," she stuttered. "I mean come on, your joking right? My dad has booked a ski holiday for me, next week," she whined as her brow creased in thought, trying to think of a good enough reason to make him change his mind. "And, well, I refuse. You can't make me anyway." 

He met her defiant gaze. Shaking his head in disbelief, he wondered exactly why he should care so much about her getting a passing grade.

"Well I don't want to spend next week trying to teach anyone either, especially not someone as illiterate as you. Look I'll tell you what Gabby. I'll give you a mock test this Friday. Pass it and you have the week off." 

As Gabby opened her mouth to question him, he spoke again.

"Yeah, I don't care what you think. I've made up my mind. There is gonna be a test this Friday," he shrugged at her. "Now run along and tell Simon that you can both go home."

While Gabby was dealing with the bombshell dropped on her, Simon was sucking his fingers raw, savouring the sweet taste of her pussy. He quickly concluded that he was addicted to her taste as his mind began racing with ways to try to get more of her sweet nectar.

However, nothing he came up with seemed possible. Whatever he thought of, he had to make her think she was doing the right thing, because he certainly didn't want to get on the bad side of her boyfriend and his buddies. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a loud huff from Gabby.

"What a fucking dick! I hate this shitting school." Her shout echoed around the classroom as Simon pretended to cover his ears.

"Whoa there!" he smirked. "Watch your language! I have delicate ears you know. Now come tell me what's up sugar tits."

Looking at him, she ignored his last words as she explained to him in detail what she had to do on Friday, making sure that she covered the fact that it was unfair to her several times. After she finally finished her tantrum she told Simon that they were free to go.

"What the hell Kardashian! You mean to tell me that I've been listening to you blab about your stupid problems when we could have already been at home? God you're a dumbass," he informed her. Once again Gabby was speechless. She had been expecting sympathy and perhaps a solution, not abuse. She paused briefly, her lower lip quivering, before bursting into tears. 

Now Simon was stumped. He had no idea what to do with a crying woman. Awkwardly, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms for a hug. As she continued to cry, he couldn't help but enjoy the feel of her breasts against him. 

Whereas many people would have either offered a shoulder to cry on or helped her, Simon, on the other hand, saw this as an opportunity. 

"Look, I've been working on this theory" he told her. "Actually... an idea," he corrected himself as he saw her confused face. 

"Have you ever seen a clever person going out with a stupid person? No... It just doesn't happen and I think I know why, Sperm!" Hugging her tightly he waited for the information to sink in.

"Cum. Sperm is cum. It's the white stuff that shoots from my cock, this thing right here." He showed her by thrusting his groin against her as his hand dropped to cup her pert bottom. "And the more sperm that goes inside you, the smarter you will become! It's like osmosis"

"You really think that would work?" Gabby asked Simon. "I mean, the more I think about it the more it makes sense. I'm going to give it a go." She said as she pulled away from him feeling his fingers pinch her ass as she left.

"But I don't know anyone who is clever enough or willing to help me. I mean Tim would try to help but he's stupid too. Wait, I know someone, my Dad. He's a banker and he would be willing to help," she smiled, happy with her idea as she gathered her bag and started to head for the door.

"Wait a second are you seriously saying that you want to get semen from your own dad!" He exclaimed as he watched Gabby turn around her face a picture of shock.

"Oh God no, I forgot about the seaman..." Gabby's voice trailed off as her voice lowered.

"It's called semen Kardashian!" he corrected, as he shook his head at her, before he gave her a reassuring smile. 

"Fine I will help you. I'm a friend and I've passed every exam I've ever taken!" He lied again. "I will have you clever in days. So, how about it Gabby?" he asked.

"OH...MY...GOD!!" Gabby shrieked. "Thank you so much. What do I have to do then?" Gabby looked pleadingly at him.

"There is just one rule, you have to take the semen directly from the source, and if it mixes with the air then it becomes ineffective!" He paused for dramatic effect as Gabby mentally lapped up every word.

Luckily for you I'm ready to get started now, but first let's get out of school." He told her causing Gabby to clap her hands as she picked up her bag and headed for the school exit.

With Simon leading the way, Gabby soon found herself outside the local park. She was still unsure what she had to do to get more intelligent, but she decided that whatever it was, it must be better than having to study and learn. 

Deep in her thoughts Gabby had been following Simon absentmindedly and now she had no idea where she was. Knowing the park well, led her to a wooded section of the park rarely visited by anyone.

"Here, this should do fine," Simon instructed her. "So then, are you ready to get smarter?"

"Um... Yes?" she muttered. However, she was still unclear on exactly what he wanted her to do. However it suddenly all became very clear when Simon pulled down his school trousers letting his hard cock spring free. 

Gabby gasped as she watched his erection twitch in the light breeze. She could see the pre-cum oozing from the swollen red tip. She was surprised to see that he was longer than her boyfriend, and she immediately began to wonder how much different his cock would feel like compared to Tim's.

"If you would just get on your knees and take it in your mouth, I'm confident my cleverness will enter your body soon." He couldn't help but smirk as the naïve Gabby dropped to her knees. Her mind was focused on all the reasons why she had to do this as she hesitated briefly before taking the tip in her mouth, getting the first taste of his cock.

Simon was ecstatic. His first blowjob was from the hottest girl in school. Life simply couldn't get any better in his eyes. Groaning loudly, he tried to force more of his cock into her mouth but each time she moved her head back as she continued to suck on the head of his cock. 


There's Something About Gabby Ch. 02



Gabby was nearing the end of her final school year. As she looked back she was decidedly proud that she had gotten this far. Though she reluctantly conceded, some of her achievement was due to Simon and his clever spunk and she would be forever indebted to him for that. 

Graduation was nearing and she was getting excited. Not only would she never have to see her school again, but she had been promised by her father that once she graduated, she would have a brand new car and a holiday. She could hardly wait.

Once final year students had reached the age of eighteen, they were required to do fifteen hours of community service. This was to help each student to develop a sense of community. The students had until the end of the school year to get all the hours signed off, but Gabby, with her spoiled upbringing, had decided she was above this kind of work. However, the requirement never went away, and now failure to complete the hours meant no graduation.

As she had not found her own placement, her school had assigned her one instead. She was to care for Neville Jock. An elderly neighbour. Luckily for her, he only lived one street away, but as she racked her brain she couldn't remember ever seeing him. She had heard her mother talk with her group of friends about him, pretending to care about his wellbeing. 

She had walked past the house every day to get to school. The dark windows, the overgrown front garden coupled with the constantly shut curtains, created a gothic look to the house. This scared her enough to never want to step foot near the house. 

After accepting the task to look after him, she talked to several people in the neighbourhood and they all said the same thing. He was a kindly old man who loved his wife immensely. When she died he locked the world out and spent most of his time working on the flowerbeds in his back garden.

Neville had lived in the neighbourhood for all his seventy plus years. Ten years ago his wife died. It was at that time that he became a total recluse, locking himself inside his house. Soon the neighbours became worried about the lack of activity. They  checked up on him several times a day, however they quickly gave up trying to help him. 

Instead, they called the local community nurse and asked her to check in on him every week. Seeing the free food and medicine that she came with Neville decided that he could actually use the help.

Most of his time was spent reminiscing about the times when he and his wife were younger. As a young couple they had had an eventful and varied sex life. Role playing, exhibitionism and a bit of bondage were common place in their bedroom. 

Right up until her death, they had an active sex life and he constantly missed it. However, he had lived long enough to know that he was too old for the dating scene, and he didn't fancy paying for sex, so he had to make do with staring out of the window waiting for someone to walk past. 

Several girls walked past his house every day. There was only one he had eyes for. Gabby Albe was the highlight of his day. , Neville would watch intently with a cup of tea in hand as she waltzed past his front window each school day. 

Gabby had been told to start her community service next week. As the weekend drew to a close her nerves were starting to build. Monday morning came. She gathered together all the official forms and absentmindedly picked out her school uniform. Meanwhile her mind focused on what she would say to Neville when she introduced herself.

The dark blue and maroon wraparound skirt was nearing breaking point as her ass stretched out the fabric. Her school blouse was too tight also, but she didn't want to buy a new uniform with only two months left of school. 

Besides, as her curves grew and the uniform got tighter, she found she garnered more attention from male passer-by's and she loved it. Looking in the mirror she smiled at what she saw. Her black bra showed through her worn blouse whilst her skirt rode high above her knees. 

Tying back her hair, she gathered the papers and set off. Four minutes later she found herself outside Neville Jock's house. She could see the front garden was quite a mess. For the past couple of years, kids had thrown empty beer bottles and takeaway wrappers into the garden, littering the front garden. 

Pity was soon replaced with disgust as she realised she had to wade through all of the refuse to get to his door. 

It was reaching midday and Neville was in the middle of listening to the cricket match. The dull commentary from the radio was rather hypnotic, and he was trying hard not to doze off. 

He wasn't expecting a visitor today and the sharp trill of the doorbell was the last thing he wanted to hear. Briefly he was puzzled. He knew it couldn't be the nurse as he looked at the ancient clock on his mantelpiece. He guessed it was the postman.

Slowly he raised himself from his chair and turned down the radio. Shuffling towards the door, he looked through the peek hole to see who was there. Blinking rapidly to make sure he wasn't seeing things, Gabby's body came into focus and his heart skipped a beat.

Her fingers twirled through her hair as she stood waiting for the door to open. She could hear heavy breathing coming from behind the door. Standing on her tiptoes, she tried to peer through the door window.

Fortunately, for Neville, all this did was give him an even better view, as she pushed her large chest against the door. Seeing her up close was a dream he never thought could be achieved. Taking a deep breath he wanted to find out what she was doing there. Unhooking the latch, he pulled open the door. 

Seeing her in the flesh sent his mind into a spin. Being an ex-lawyer, he had a life time of practice at hiding his emotions. One of the first things he learnt was 'actions speak louder than words' though his face was blank, in his mind he had already undressed her. 

"Hi I'm Gabby Albe. I live just around the corner from you. I don't think we've met before but I was wondering whether I could have a word with you." Gabby blurted out.

"I'm not buying anything nor do I want to sell anything." he looked suspiciously at her.

"No...no, I just need to talk to you." Gabby said "It's about my school, St Mary's." 

"Fine then, come through and take a seat. You want a drink? Water? Or tea? I have some milk if that's what you want" His eyes flickered towards her chest before making his way into the kitchen.

"Um no thanks..." She yelled after him "I'll be in the living room." Gabby was amazed at the transformation from the front of the house. The inside of the house was immaculate, and then she saw the back garden. The flowers lined each side of the garden and in the middle there stood a large and bird feeder that was currently very populated with birds. 

She smiled as she realised that everything she had heard about him was true. Neville was a harmless old man who took pride in his house. Watching him shuffle from the kitchen to the living room, she felt sorry for him being alone all day every day and she was determined to help him.

"I'm here from my school." Gabby informed him. "I've been asked to do something for the community, and well, I figured that you're the best person to help in my community. That's if you want me to help."

Neville slowly took a sip of his tea before he spoke.

"I'm not some charity case you know. I'm perfectly happy by myself." he in turn informed Gabby.

"No, I'm not going to be here all the time. Look, I'll tell you the real reason. I need to get fifteen hours of community service before I can graduate. So you will actually be doing me a real big favour." She smiled at him, her hand began to twirl her hair again as she tried to play innocent.

"What, so I'm some sort of punishment that you need to go through?" His calm green eyes met her panicked blue eyes.

"No... you've got it all wrong... I'm just..." Gabby started.

"Fine, you can stay if you want. I've got a basement full of stuff and I have no idea what it is. So turn on the light and bring it all up." He turned up the radio signalling the end of the conversation.

Placing her papers on his side table she walked out of the room and towards the basement. Flicking on the light, she began walking down the stairs. The sound of the radio got fainter as the hum of the gas boiler got louder. She was met with the sight of twenty years of clutter. 

An hour later and the basement still looked the same. She had moved a lot of broken furniture upstairs, but somehow there was still junk everywhere. Looking at her watch she decided she had had enough. Wiping her forehead clear of sweat she walked up to the living room.

Entering the room she saw Neville still hadn't moved from his seat. Taking a step towards him she could see that he was sleeping gently. Sighing, she let herself out of the door and walked home, annoyed that she would have to do it all again.

As soon as he heard the door click Neville opened his eyes. As Gabby had stood in front of him, he had his eyes half closed, allowing him to get an eyeful of her, as she stood there sweating and panting. 

She was a perfect picture in his mind. Admittedly, it was a shame that he had not seen her without, clothes but it was good enough for him. Neville was just thankful he had a newspaper covering his crotch as Gabby had stood over him.

He spent the next couple of hours trying to get the image of Gabby out of his mind. When that failed he racked his brain to find a way to seduce her, but nothing came to mind. He was far too scared to try anything and too weak to force himself on her, and he had no form of blackmail to use on her. He would just have to keep it in his trousers, and bear it.

By the time Gabby had got home her frustration had faded, yet there was something else nagging her. It was in the shower that she realised what that it was. Neville was the first male she had known not to make a rude comment or stare lustfully at her.

On an Average day, every single man she walked past would stop and stare. Some would make an uncouth comment, whilst others would just whimper, but Neville did neither. The thing was, she actually wanted him to recognise her, to feel his eyes gazing into her, his mouth open as he tried to stifle his groans. 

But instead she got nothing. He didn't even seem to attempt a sly stare. Clearly her tight uniform wasn't enough. The only explanation that came to mind was that she wasn't doing enough.

So she decided to make him notice her. She wanted to get a reaction. The way she saw it, she was doing it to make an old man's life happier by giving him something to remember long after she had left.

As she woke up the next morning, her mind was made up. Digging deep into her wardrobe of clothes, she found the perfect outfit. As she had grown out of her first school uniform, she decided to keep it in the back of her wardrobe. It had been signed by the rest of her class as a sort of tradition. 

She had grown a lot in the past two years. So if anyone thought her first uniform was tight, then they were going to be in for a big surprise when they saw here in this one. 

Purposely leaving her bra off, she took the shirt in her hand and pulled it on. She managed to button only the bottom three buttons easily. As she got higher, she just couldn't pull her shirt together to button any more. Her large breasts prevented the shirt from stretching any further.

It took her five minutes before she managed to do the next button. Her breasts were forced upwards as her nipples strained against the stretched fabric. She attempted to fasten another button, but she failed miserably. 

Picking up her skirt, she wrapped it around her body, but once more she failed to make the ends connect. Grabbing hold of a safety pin she managed to finally fasten it together. 

As it was fast approaching midday, she knew she had to leave. Finding her coat, she put it on, covering her body. Having a quick look in the mirror, she was satisfied that she was completely covered. Smiling at her reflection she began walking towards Neville's house.

Neville meanwhile had had an ordinary day so far. He had gotten up at seven and spent the morning reading his paper, though his mind wasn't focused as he wondered whether his angel would turn up again.

He had just turned on the radio, hoping the voices would drown out his vivid imagination. Just as he was starting to fall asleep, he heard the doorbell ring. Rushing to the door he had to steady himself, he couldn't lose his composure. Pausing at the door, he took several deep breaths.

Opening the door he once more had his breath taken away. She looked better than ever. Though he noticed with disappointment that her long coat covered up her body, he was still in awe.

Gabby however couldn't read anything on his face. Briefly she wondered whether he had some sort of plastic surgery but the thought briefly passed. Pushing past him she turned to face him again as she looked into his green eyes. Keeping eye contact, she pulled open her coat and let it drop to the floor.

"You might want to pick that up young lady, there's a cupboard just to your left." he informed Gabby as he turned away from her and began walking. "Close the door behind you." 

Her thin shirt was barely enough to cover her breasts, yet Neville didn't even seem to notice. Angry at herself, she hung up her coat and closed the door before following him into the living room, seeing Neville's face buried in the newspaper.

"Is there anything I can get for you, before I get started on the basement?" inquired Gabby. Her fingers traced her cleavage she had on show as she looked innocently at him. Neville looked up at her briefly, before returning to his newspaper.

"I've just had some tea thank you" he answered her. "But if you want anything, you're welcome to it. You need to put all the junk in plastic bags and leave them by the door, all right?"

She wanted to yell at him to notice her or to make a comment about her. She needed his attention and he gave her nothing. Thinking better of it, instead of yelling, she let out a huff as she stomped out the room and down to the basement. The room was just how she left it the day before, humid and messy. Frustrated, she spent the next ten minutes trying to make as much noise as possible.

As her anger faded, she began moving all of the old newspapers into plastic sacks. Each time she brought a bag up to the front door she waited outside the living room, hoping that he would glance in her direction, but nothing she did seemed to work. She decided she needed to take a more direct approach. 

Making her way into the kitchen, she pulled open the freezer and took out an ice pack. Grasping it tightly in her hand, she pressed it against her chest. As she felt the ice chill through her thin shirt, her nipples hardened considerably. 

Shivering slightly, she walked into the living room and walked over to Neville. Leaning over him, she tapped him hard on his shoulder, making him snort awake. 

In all his years Neville had never woken up to a more glorious sight. As he stared at Gabby's cleavage, the smell of her perfume flooded his senses. As he watched her chest rise and fall slowly, he raised his eyes and spoke. "You ought to cover up, you'll catch a cold." 

Gabby ignored his comments as she bent further over, letting him have a better view of her chest. "I just came to ask you whether you wanted a drink or something to eat. I've brought everything up from the basement, so is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Ummm, yes you can do something for me." His eyes were drawn back to her cleavage as he caught sight of her dark pink nipple.

"I'm here to help you, whatever you want I will do." She lent in close breathing the words into his ear. She heard him take in a deep breath as spoke loudly.

"I need some room please you're taking away all my air." Of course this was a lie. He wanted her to stay where she was. The view was incredible and it took everything in his power to not jump onto her at that moment. 

However, he was starting to form a plan. If he could make her flirt with him so much that when he did finally get a chance to fuck her, she wouldn't be able to blame anyone else but herself.

Seething, she stepped back from him. She had trouble holding back her rage. All she could do was splutter helplessly as he looked on bemused. Turning around she looked out the window, muttering obscenities under her breath. 

As Gabby looked into the garden, it seemed to have a calming effect on her. She looked back at him after a few moments.

"I just don't understand you Neville. I come here to help you but all you do is read and listen to the crappy radio. No wonder no one in the area wants to talk to you" Gabby admonished.

He continued to look bemused at her outburst, yet he inside he was celebrating. He had known girls like her before. They craved and demanded attention, it was more important than food to them. If they didn't get it, they needed to find out why. 

Though there are thousands of girls who seek attention and millions of girls who are stupid it was rare to find a woman who had both in such ample quantities. Judging from Gabby's actions in the past two days, it led him to believe that she was this rare find, and one that he couldn't pass up.

With a sorrowful look on his face, he apologised to her. "I am sorry for the past two days. I shouldn't have sent you to the basement. It wasn't the gentlemanly thing to do. Are you still willing to stay here and help a foolish old man?" 

He was genuinely sorry. Sending Gabby to the basement for two days was something out of a fairytale, and he was the evil character. The reason he did it was simply because he couldn't stand looking at her tight teenage body for too long without being able to touch, it was sheer torture. 

Yet, there was another reason to ask the question. If she really did care what he thought of her, then she would stay in his house. And if she decided to stay then she would be his to have his way with!

"I accept your apology, and I'll stay to help you. I just want to be appreciated" Gabby sighed.

"Well in that case, I would really appreciate it if would change the ceiling light bulb up there." He pointed towards the ceiling before carrying on. "I've been told not to do anything around the house as I fell last time." He took a deep breath before smiling up at her.

"There are spares under the sink, and if you do this for me, then I will sign off on ten hours for your two days work." 

She was starting to feel as though nothing she could do would turn this guy on. She headed into the kitchen, and as she bent over to pull out the spare bulbs, an idea came to her. Neville clearly wasn't interested in her breasts. Otherwise she felt something would have happened by now. So maybe her ass could finally make him notice her.

With her renewed confidence sky high, she picked up the spare light bulb and grabbed the smallest stool she could find and strode into the living room. Turning her back on Neville, she slowly bent over placing the stool on the floor. 

Holding her position, she pushed her ass higher, making sure that her skirt rode high enough to give him the perfect view of her tight g-string, as it struggled to hide her fat pussy lips.

Neville's breath stopped suddenly. His hands clenched at his newspaper as his eyes locked onto her ass. It ended all too quickly for him as she shot upright. Her head swivelled round as she tried to gauge his reaction. 

He spluttered out a fake cough, as he quickly moved his eyes up, boring into the ceiling light and trying hard to look innocent. He couldn't bear the strained silence, he just had to talk. 

"I really appreciate this you know" Neville told her. "I've been meaning to get someone in to do this for a long time. I'm really grateful you're here."




There's Something About Gabby Ch. 02



Kicking off her shoes, she carefully stepped up onto the stool. Looking back to him, she smiled sweetly before reaching up towards the light. Pushing up onto her toes, she let her skirt ride up, giving Neville an eye full of her firm ass cheeks.

Jumping off the stool, she bent over again pretending to adjust the stool. Wiggling her ass at him she was now lost in her own world. She wouldn't stop her teasing until she heard him groan.

Swallowing hard, Neville crossed his legs and watched her step back on the stool. As she reached towards the bulb she heard the crunching of his newspaper. Smiling she reached for the dead bulb. As she removed it, she wasn't expecting it to be that hot still, and she dropped it to the floor. 

Stepping down from the stool, Gabby apologised loudly before bending over to inspect the damage. As she leaned over, the safety pin that held her skirt together finally broke. Her skirt dropped to the floor with only her G-string left to protect her modesty.

"Oh my goodness" she exclaimed. "I am sorry!" She giggled as she bent over feeling the air rush past her nearly exposed cunt and that was when she finally heard him groan. 

Neville could feel his blood boil and his cock straining to be freed and he decided he couldn't take anymore. Pulling down his corduroy's and his underwear, he let his raging erection stand proud, waiting to be relieved. Licking his lips, he walked towards her.

"You've been teasing me far too much the last two days dear girl and I can only take so much. So now you're going to find out what happens to girls who tease men in their own home." As he talked he placed one of his hands on her hip, and the other on her G-string, ripping it from her ass with the last word, he spat on his hand before smearing it on her hot cunt.

"Oh....I didn't realise what I was doing... no please...don't" protested Gabby. Realising she had gone too far, Gabby tried to move away from him. 

Neville had gone deaf to the world as he grasped the back of her shirt in his fist. Positioning himself behind her and between her legs, he spat on his cock before lining up his thick erection with her pussy. Slowly he pushed forward, feeling her tight opening give way to his shaft. 

Gabby's mind went blank until she felt his thighs rest against hers. Having her cunt so fully filled sent a warm, wet feeling through her. She didn't know whether to struggle or let him have his way with her, after all she had teased him mercilessly. 

Before she could even struggle, she felt his grip tighten on her shirt as he pulled out of her. He grinned as he saw the tip of his cock cushioned between her pussy lips. He paused before he slammed back inside her, enjoying the feeling of her cunt muscles tightening around his shaft as he began to fuck her hard. 

It had been quite some time since he had last had sex, and now he was fucking every man's wet dream. With her standing on the stool, she was the perfect height as he bent his knees slightly before thrusting up and into her wet pussy. 

With his free hand he reached under her body enjoying the feel of her smooth stomach. Continuing to drop his hand he felt his fingers brushing against her clit. Smiling, he pinched her sensitive nub hard, feeling it throb violently. 

Gabby shrieked as she felt the sharp shock run down her spine. Falling back, down she felt her breasts fall out of her top, rocking gently as he fucked her. Soon the sharp pain faded as Neville massaged her clit. 

Just as she felt the pain receding, he pinched her clit again and she yelped once more. He did this time and time again. Each time he waited for her nub to stop throbbing before he attacked again. Soon her clit swelled as her pleasure increased causing her pussy to moisten further.

Releasing her clit, he placed both his hands on her hips and resumed fucking her. He was amazed that he was still going. He picked up the pace of his thrusts as he heard her breasts bounce off her chest. A dirty thought then entered his mind. 

Removing his cock, he turned her around and forced her down on her knees. He pulled her hair back and looked into her eyes.

"This is how you're going to help out the elderly" he ordered her. "First I'm going to cum inside your pretty mouth. Then I will need to taste your lovely cunt until I'm hard again. Then to round it all off, I'm going to coat the walls of your cunt with my fresh cum. This is exactly how naughty teases get punished!"

She looked up at him in amazement. She could see the lust in his eyes as she realised that she had turned a kindly old man into a sex freak. She tried to form words but nothing came out, as she saw his cock draw level with her mouth. 

Placing his hands on either side of her head, he forced his dick deep into her mouth, sighing as her warm tongue soaked his shaft. Holding her head in place he pushed his hips forward, forcing more of his cock into her mouth until he heard her gag.   

"You're a very talented young lady" Neville groaned. "Let's see just how talented you really are!"

Her clit throbbed slightly as she struggled to breathe around his thick cock. From the amount of pre cum seeping from his tip she knew he wouldn't last much longer. Sucking hard, she tried to force his climax from him as he began to thrust against her face. 

Neville knew his cock wasn't the biggest but his wife had never managed to deep throat him. Now he had the opportunity to see whether Gabby could. Gripping her hair tighter he pushed steadily, feeling her throat open allowing the tip of his cock inside.

Grinding his hips against her face, he felt her tight throat flex around his cock, letting her up to breathe before forcing his cock down her throat again as he felt his orgasm take over his body. 

"Ahhh... Good God!!!" Neville moaned loudly.

Gabby felt him grunt loudly as his legs began to shudder. She knew that her mouth was about to be overrun with his spunk. Struggling harder, she tried to free her mouth from his cock, but it was too late as he let out a staggered gasp and flooded her mouth with his cum.

She had little option but to swallow his cum. After choking down two mouthfuls, she felt the rest dribble out the corner of her mouth. Finally he let go of her head, allowing her to fall back coughing and spluttering. Strangely enough, his cum seemed to taste of biscuits, though it didn't make it any less pleasant.

When his orgasm left him Neville gradually opened his eyes, blinking rapidly to get rid of his blurred vision. As his sight returned he was treated to a perfect image. Gabby was kneeling in front of him, her breasts hanging from her torn top. With her legs spread she gave him a perfect view of her glistening cunt as his cum dripped from her chin.

With a grin on his face, he dropped down onto his knees and began crawling towards her. Stopping just in front of her, he inhaled deeply savouring the musky smell of her arousal. Extending his tongue he dragged it along her pussy, hearing her whimper. 

Licking around her pussy, he spat in the centre before pushing his tongue inside her opening, quickly the taste overtook his sheltered senses. Her sweet yet sour taste made him want more. His tongue dived back in his, covering every inch of her glistening pussy as he lapped up every bit of her fluid. 

Removing his tongue from her pussy, he lifted his mouth to her hardened clit. The resulting moan was music to his ears. Hearing her moans, he continued to attack her clit, taking her nub into his mouth, sucking and pulling at it as her hips began to grind against his face.

She tried to muffle her groans but to no avail, as she grabbed hold of his hair. Seeing her pussy moisten, Neville returned to the centre of her pussy and pushed his tongue deep inside her. 

"Mmmmmmm... Uhhhh. Yes!" Gabby whimpered loudly.

As more of her cum began to soak his mouth, he started to lose control of his tongue. He licked her everywhere, forcing it into her pussy then sucking on her clit before he started to lick further south, getting dangerously close to her puckered asshole.  

He pulled her to the floor as he lifted her legs high revealing her tight rosebud to him in the process. Licking around her wrinkled hole, he moved closer with each circle as Gabby gasped loudly.

Gabby loved to have her pussy eaten, but Neville was the first guy to lick her asshole, and she had to admit that she actually liked it. It was such a dirty feeling that she started to get more and more turned on by it. Closing her eyes she returned her hands to his head pulling him deeper. "Oh God, you're such a dirty man."

As she began to grind her ass against his tongue, with her climax edging nearing, she felt her legs fall to the floor. She heard some rustling as she looked down only to see his large frame climb over her. Looking up at him her mind clouded over as she saw him close in on her. She quickly felt his tongue push into her mouth. 

Then she felt it, his cock prodding against her pussy lips before slowly sinking inside her. She tried to gasp, but his tongue was lodged in her mouth. She then relaxed, allowing his cock to edge further inside her.

Neville however wasn't waiting for her to relax as his cock continued to force its way into her tight pussy, not stopping until he had buried himself inside her. Though he had cum only moments ago seeing her large breasts smack against each other, coupled with her tight muscles flexing around his cock, meant he was edging closer to the brink again. 

"I've never had a teenage pussy before... oh God have I missed out" exclaimed Neville.

Shuffling his knees underneath her spread legs, he leant forward and took hold of the two sides of her shirt pulling them apart, allowing him to gaze at her toned stomach and perfect tits. 

Taking hold of her wonderful tits, he felt the smooth warm skin over fill his hand. Lifting her breast he aimed the nipple towards his face as he took it in his mouth, feeling it swell under his tongue. As he swapped nipples, he began to grind his hips against hers. He kissed her, forcefully groaning in her mouth. 

Lifting his chest off her he grabbed her hips as he stared down at her, taking in her large breasts. Then licking his lips, his eyes dropped to her fat pussy lips spread apart by his thick cock. Burning the image in his mind he slowly pulled his shaft from her, fighting against her tight muscles that tried to pull him back inside.

"Jesus Christ!" he muttered as he pushed forward. His cock became engulfed by her tight walls once again. 

Smirking down at her he picked up his pace. His eyes were drawn to her tits as they jiggled delightfully beneath him. Grunting loudly with each thrust, sweat showered from him as he heard her whimpers turn into groans.

Her eyes were half closed as she felt her climax nearing. Wrapping her legs around him she started to meet his thrusts. As their fucking increased, their sounds started to fill the room. 

Her fingers fell to her nipples, pinching and tweaking them, enhancing her pleasure as her pussy flooded his carpet. Neville maintained his pace as his balls began to hit her ass, making a loud smacking noise with each thrust. 

"Oh God Yes!" he groaned as he leaned over. His hands cupped her breasts as she tugged at her nipples. Falling on top of her, he hungrily kissed her face before again forcing his tongue into her gasping mouth. He felt her legs shake as her pussy tightly gripped his spasming cock. Sinking his hands into her tits he let out a howl as he started to climax violently. 

As the first load hit the back of her pussy Gabby's eyes shot open. The sight of the old man writhing in pleasure above her sent a taboo thrill running through her. "Cum for me old man, fill me up" her voice cracking as her own orgasm started. She tightened the grip of her legs around his back, pulling him in closer forcing, his erupting cock deeper inside her.

Feeling load after load of his spunk fill her cunt, her own orgasm grew stronger as their combined juices pooled on the carpet beneath them. 

"Fuckin' hell" Her scream filled the room. Neville's body twitching violently on top of her, sending jolts through her body. Shuddering and gasping her legs fell away as her climax started to fade. 

Dropping her head to the carpet, her eyes flickered as she felt his softening cock fall from her ravaged cunt, letting his cum spill onto the floor. Slowly she regained her strength and pushed an unconscious Neville off her. 

Gradually she got onto her shaky legs, getting her bearings she started looking for her ripped clothing. Picking them up, she shoved them into a plastic bag before she grabbed her coat from the cupboard. Returning to the living room to check on Neville she saw him slumped against the couch grinning inanely 

"You went way beyond community service." He chuckled at her. "Pass me a pen and your sheets."

He took them from her as he scribbled his signature on the dotted line before thrusting the papers back into her hand.

"Oh... Thank you, Neville" she smiled at him. She threw her ripped G-string at him, deciding she had no further need for it. Heading for the front door, she turned back to him and gave him a quick flash of her well-fucked pussy, hearing him groan in pleasure. 

Fastening her coat she quickly left his house and hurried back home, a sly grin on her face. There was no man who was immune to her beauty and charms!



(Thanks to Compleeter and zoyiab for all their help in getting this story finished)



There's Something About Gabby Ch. 03



While Gabby was working hard to complete her graduation year, she was face with yet another problem that she didn't even know about. This time though her mother was going to face the consequences. 

Gabby's mum, Olivia was about to be dragged into her daughters world of devious and resourceful men and she was soon going to find out exactly how devious and resourceful certain men can be when they wanted something. 

Gabby's school was a traditional Catholic school. Every morning in assembly, prayers were read and hymns were sung. Each day there was a religious studies lesson focusing on the Catholic religion and Science lessons were followed by ten minutes of reading the bible. 

It was important in the school that the strict rules were followed, absolutely no cursing, smart and proper dress was essential but the most vital rule of the school was that all students had to be Catholic, with Catholic parents. 

Though it might sound like it was an easy rule to enforce it was starting to get harder and harder for the school board to decide which students they should let in and whom they should reject.

Thanks to the schools high success rate in exams and rave reviews from the government the school was inundated with parents desperate to get their children educated there. The rationale being that by simply going to the school their child would easily get good grades. 

Even with selecting the brightest children and the richest parents who had made donations to the school there were still too many applications and this was where Graham came in. 

Graham was a retired policeman with well over twenty years of police work under his belt. Officially he retired due to the modernisation of the force yet in reality his overly active hands created his own downfall. 

When he first started on the force it was common place for members of the force to abuse their position of power. With some officers they became wealthy yet with others including Graham they became sexual deviants, groping woman when he gave them a body search. He even went so far as to falsify charges to get free sexual favours in exchange for letting them off. 

However as with many bent coppers, he just went that bit too far. In the early hours of Friday morning he pulled over a car swerving over the road, the girl inside was a stunning specimen and he couldn't resist a little feel. 

Thirty minutes later and he was still there his fingers probing her pussy yet he hadn't bargained on the police camera he now had fitted in his squad car. 

Usually the whole incident would have been swept under the carpet but the girl he had picked on just happened to be the Mayor's daughter. 

Threatening to reveal all his knowledge of other crooked cops, many of whom were now high ranking policeman, Graham was forced to drop all drink driving charges levelled against the girl and take an early retirement.

Luckily for him a retired policeman with his type of experience and a glowing reference were never out of work for long and he wasn't going to buck the trend. He soon found a job with a private investigation company. 

Though it might sound glamorous Graham soon found it was just as mundane as community police work. He mainly dealt with old rich people who had lost their pets or keys. 

Thankfully he didn't really care thanks to the many hours he spent in the police station filling out papers after papers. As long as he could pay the bills at the end of the month, he was happy. 

Still, it didn't take him long to miss the sense of power that he once had. This was the main reason that he took a job at St. Mary's Catholic School as an investigator into families' backgrounds. 

Not only was the pay and hours better he could delve into the history of families, and as he well knew the more knowledge he had the more power he had. 

He had begun his employment two months before Christmas coinciding with applications flooding in for the next school year. Consequently, he had spent five months checking each application, calling up the local church to check how much they knew about the family.

Using this simple but very effective tactic he soon found out whether they were frauds or not enabling him to throw out more than half the applications. 

Though before he did throw them away he took time to appreciate the mothers but it was clear that he didn't have enough dirt on them to get them to submit to his will.  

With the applications trimmed down he was now given another task. He was to look into families that already had a pupil enrolled in the school but there were major suspicions surrounding their background. 

Straight away he realised that this was the opportunity that he had been looking for. If he could find that a family had several years of conning the school, then that was more than enough leverage for a man like him.

Delighted with his new challenge he started his research on the surnames beginning with the letter A. Well, he had to start somewhere after all. 

Yet after two weeks his elation was starting to fade, he had set out two rules for each family. First of, the mother had to be hot and secondly there had to be evidence of foul play, despite these minimal demands he was already halfway through the alphabet and had only managed to find three families. 

The first case he found was a woman named Rebecca Call, who had a son in his second year of school. She was a tall, slim brunette with a seemingly permanent snooty expression. She reminded him of an older version of Posh Spice. 

However, quicker than Graham could start dreaming of what he was going to do with her, he decided to drop the case. Her husband had just been put into a medically induced coma. Not wanting to heap more misery onto the family, and clinging to the minimal morals that he did possess, he dropped the case.

Looking at the two cases he had left he decided to focus on the Hines family, in particular the statuesque mother of the family. 

Shannon Hines was tall, big breasted and looked like a dominatrix. Straight away Graham started to fantasy about making such a dominant looking woman submit to him.

As he started to trail the whole family it immediately became obvious that they were not Catholics. Yet with all the evidence he needed it took him days before he could finally catch Shannon alone in the local supermarket. 

Just as he thought the luck was on his side he confronted her. Laying out all of his evidence that he had, she brushed him off and stormed from the store. The next day he was pulled from the case by school administrators. He found out a short while later that the family had made a large donation to the school trust.

Now he knew that he wasn't going to be successful with every case, but his two failures had really knocking his confidence. Looking at the last family, he forced himself not to fantasise about the mother. 

He didn't want to get his hopes up this time only to be cock blocked at the final hurdle. Staring at the family photo, his eyes were drawn immediately to a family picture taken outside their local church. Seeing the girl, he drew in a sharp intake of breath. 

"Gabrielle Albe," he muttered. "Now that girl has some good genes." 

His eyes ran along the picture to her mother, an older copy of her daughter. He licked his lips as he hoped that this was the one. 

Checking further along the document, he noted that the father had just been promoted to European manager of his firm and the mother was a housewife, a perfect combination for Graham. 

As he began his investigation, his confidence grew with each passing day. A quick internet search told him that the church they claimed they visited on a weekly basis had, in fact, been converted into flats over four years ago. 

"Olivia Albe. Third time lucky," Graham exclaimed as he picked up his car keys and a take away menu, now it was reconnaissance time.

As soon as he started to trail her he could see that Olivia was stunning. Although she was approaching her fortieth birthday, she had an hourglass figure that most teens would kill for. She had long legs that drew a man's gaze to her tight muscular ass, which she kept in perfect shape thanks to her rigorous workouts. 

The only real difference that he could see between her and her daughter was that the mother had bigger breasts and what breasts. The slight jiggle under her top as she walked entranced him, leaving him with a several pools of drool in his lap.

From what he could see she spent most of her day around her house, either inside cleaning or outside gossiping with the neighbours. Any time she did go out, the only places she went to was the gym or the supermarket where the main bulk of her purchases were alcoholic beverages notably vodka. A typical housewife he thought to himself.

The one glaringly obvious activity missing was that the family never went to church or had any religious inclinations that he could observe. 

So far everything was going great for him, but he knew that he needed more evidence which meant he had to more on to the next part of his plan. The following day he put on his smartest suit and drove to the Albe house, turning off the engine he waited patiently outside for Gabby to go to school and leave Olivia alone. 

Graham was on his fourth doughnut when Gabby finally got in her car and drove off, wiping the sugar from his trousers he straightening his tie and parked into the drive. Sitting in the front seat he had to keep on reminding himself to breath as he nervously brushed his hair over his bald patch. 

Getting out the car he tugged at his tight shirt that had stretched painfully around his beer belly. He looked at himself in the rear view mirror and the reflection was not pretty. Despite being forty seven years old he looked at least twenty years over, bags under his eyes and more wrinkles that a pug puppy he wasn't an attractive man. 

Noticing the sweat marks under his shirt he reached into his glove compartment and pulled out his air freshener. Spraying his armpits and crotch with it he threw it into the passenger seat and made his way to the door. 

While Graham was trying to make himself look halfway decent Olivia was sitting in the living room splayed out with her magazine in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. She was dressed in her bright pink jogging bottoms and jumper, comfort clothes for another hard day of drinking.

She was reading about the latest twist in the three way saga of a celebrity threesome when she heard the door bell ring. Grumbling to herself, she placed her wine on the table, checked her hair in the mirror and then opened the door. 

With the door open, the hallway became flooded with bright day light and Olivia found herself fighting to keep her breakfast from coming back up as she stared at the pathetic figure of a man standing in front of her. 

Whist the horror on her face was painfully obvious to the most casual observer Graham was oblivious. His eyes hadn't seen a more ravishing sight up close for a long time and he was savouring it. This blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman was stunning. 

Her jogging top was tight around her chest and, from what he could see, she wasn't wearing anything underneath. His eyes fell to her trousers, they had ridden up high giving him pressing against her mound and it was probably only his imagination but Graham could swear that he could see the outline of her pussy lips. 

It was only when she gave an impatient cough that he brought his gaze up, he should have been embarrassed but he just didn't care. Smiling like a fool he began to speak. "Hello Madam, I'm from your local Catholic Church, St. Christopher's. It's just up the road, I'm sure you have driven past it, and I was wondering if this Sunday you would like to come to our service?"

He had practiced the speech so many times that he didn't need to think about what he was saying. He saw her bright blue eyes narrow in anger yet still he kept on grinning, knowing that he when she let it ,rip at him the microphone hidden under his shirt would record every last second.

Now if Olivia was a nice person she would have politely said no before shutting the door when Graham had left the driveway however she wasn't. She prided herself on her ability to be an absolute bitch, making catty remarks and stinging comments to everyone that she met. She was better than them and in her mind they had to know it. 

"Look at me. Religion is bullshit." She elongated each word before waving her hand over herself. "God didn't create this body I have had to work hard seven days a week to make myself look this good and that includes Sunday's. So you can take your religion and shove it up your fat arse!" She mimed as she spoke using her fist for added emphasis.

Extending her middle finger she twisted on her heel and slammed the door in his face. 

Graham suppressed a snort of laughter as he shouted through the door. "Are you absolutely sure, there is going to be tea and bis..."

He was cut off by Olivia yelling for him to fuck off and so taking her advice he made his way back into his car. Winding back the tape he listened again to her rant. 'Gotcha' he muttered under his breath.

When he was back in his office, he put the cassette tape of their conversation with the rest of the evidence, including the demolition paperwork of St. Christopher's. As well as written conversations he had with the local vicar confirming he had never seen or heard of the Albe family. 

Graham knew that his case was water tight and now it was time to start stage three of his plan. Making sure that he knew what he was going to say he picked up his mobile phone and punched in the mobile number of Mr. Albe. 

"Hello Mr. Albe, my name is Graham Fenwick and I work for St Mary's School where your daughter is attending..."

"Oh my God! Is Gabby alright? Is in trouble?" His voice came through momentarily shocking Graham. He had thought he was speaking to an answering machine but clearly he wasn't. Calming the father down Graham continued to speak.

"No Mr. Albe Gabby is fine. The school has just decided to look into student's backgrounds to make sure that each family is still strictly Catholic."

Mr. Albe had only picked up the phone because he had thought that something had happened to his precious daughter and know he knew she was fine he tried to find a way to end the conversation as quickly and politely as possible. "I appreciate that you're just doing your job, but you're wasting your time with this family. My wife and I are devout Catholics."

His smooth voice annoyed Graham. He was going to take great pleasure in blackmailing this snooty couple. "Yes, well I'm glad you said that, but this is what your wife had to say about your religion..." 

He played the tape enjoying the strained noises that Mr. Albe was making over the phone. Once the tape wound down to a close silence enveloped the room until Graham couldn't take it anymore. "...Hello, are you still there Mr. Albe?"

His panicked grunt was the only response that he got so he continued. "I'm afraid that I have to present this to the school and, regrettably, Gabby will be expelled."

Finally this managed to click Jason get back to his senses. "Wait... Wait, there must be something... oh, I know, yes... look I'm still a Catholic even though my wife isn't that strict in her devotion." 

Graham chuckled loudly only vaguely hearing Mr Albe pleading on the other end of the phone. 

"Come on... I think that should count." Mr. Albe finished pathetically.

"No. I'm afraid it doesn't count." He smirked "Even if you were a Catholic, which I know you're not, then both Gabby's parents need to be going to church," he managed to sound fed up, despite his growing optimism.

"Look I'm not in the country until at least the end of next week then we can clear this mess up before you go to the school. I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding." He started to blabber as he tried to work out how much money it would cost him to bribe Graham.

"Well, I am feeling in a generous mood today so I'll tell you what, I will go back to your house tomorrow while Gabby is at school. Now there is no way you can tell your daughter about this. I don't want word getting out that I'm giving a second chance to people because then everyone would want one." Graham spoke firmly before he hung up the phone. 

Despite being elated when he finished the conversation he spent the rest of the day worrying about everything and anything. Though he knew none of it was in his control, he kept on playing out various scenarios in his head yet each time he kept on finding something that could go wrong. 

Before he knew it Graham found himself totally exhausted from his over active imagination. Managing to crawl into his bed he fell asleep with a stupid grin on his face. 

For the second day running, Graham found himself sitting in his car outside the Albe household as he waited for Gabby to leave. He was lost in his own world when he heard Gabby's car drive away, swallowing hard he pulled his car into the drive and got out. 

Using the window as a mirror he spat on his fingers and brushed them through his hair covering his bald patch before smearing the hair grease onto his shirt. Using his fingernail, he scratched at his teeth to check their cleanliness, or lack thereof. Satisfied with his look he marched to the front door and knocked loudly.

He only had to wait ten seconds when the door swung open to reveal Olivia standing there with a pure white towel wrapped around her body. Her wavy long blonde hair framed the fake smile on her face as a small pool of water started to gather by her feet. 

Well aware that her neighbours would be watching she quickly ushered Graham in to the living room before turning on him and smiling. "I think we got off on the wrong foot yesterday." 

She had though of shaking his hand, yet the shiny sheen coating his fingers put her off. "My name is Olivia Albe, Gabby's mother, and you are?" she asked him as she offered him a seat.

Landing heavily on the seat he stammered slightly before regaining his rhythm "Uh... My name is Graham Fenwick and I'm a private investigator from Gabby's school. I spoke to your husband last night." He looked up at her, trying to imagine what she looked like without the towel covering her modesty.

"Yes, yes he told me... look can you just wait here while I go and get changed?" she asked as she turned to go towards her bedroom.

"Wait," Graham yelled the word sounded more desperate than he had intended. "I... I mean, I won't be here for long and my time is very important. So I would appreciate it if you didn't waste any more of it!" He breathed a sigh of relief as he congratulated himself for his quick recovery.

Smiling at her he moved into his well rehearsed routine. "Look, this is quite a serious situation for you. Your daughter will be expelled. You will be charged for the cost of tutoring her over the past seven years, and if that isn't enough, I've been told by the school to pass on any information of wrongdoing to the police. The school has established a tough stance on parents conning the school."

He had added in the police part just to cement his position. Though the more he thought about it the more it sounded like a great idea for the school to use. Who knows, it could just mean more money for him. 

He kept a straight face his eyes bored into hers as he stretched out his hand and pointed at the seat opposite him. 

Gently sliding into the seat she had even forgot about her lack of dress as she tried to think of something to say. 

Her lack of conversation was starting to unnerve him. So trying to provoke a response he picked himself up and stepped towards the door speaking as he did. "Well, if you have nothing to say, then I think I shall leave."




There's Something About Gabby Ch. 03



She grabbed his hand stopping him as she let out a single word "Please..."

He grinned but he didn't move instead he waited for her to speak again.

"Just tell me what we have done to deserve this. I mean, didn't the lord teach us to forgive?" She looked up at him with pity in her eyes but was only met by his yellow toothed grin. 

Picking up the tape recorder with her taped outburst from yesterday he pushed the play button and watched as she laughed nervously.

"That was just a joke, you know." Her weak laugh did nothing to make her weak argument sound plausible. "I thought you were trying to get me to join another church you see. I'm proud to be Catholic and part of St Michaels's church committee and it's..." Olivia tried to explain her lie but she was interrupted by Graham snorting laugh.

"Bullshit love, you don't have any type of defence. Your church is now a complex of lovely flats and before you even attempt to lie to me about belonging to another church, I have already talked with them, and none of them have even heard of your family. So as I said you have no defence."

He went back to his seat and sat down once again letting the silence increase the tension inside the room. 

"Please, you can't expel Gabby, she is so close to finishing," Olivia pleaded with him.

"And that is exactly what is so bad about all this. You have consistently lied about your religion for years. I'm sorry, but nothing you say will change my mind." Graham firmly stated, as he crossed his arms letting them rest on top of his beer gut.

"How about money... Whatever the church is paying you I can double it, maybe even triple it, please." She was fast running out of ideas.

"The Catholic Church runs on the power of faith we don't need any money." He bit his tongue to keep from laughing. "Anyway how can you double or triple the best currency in the world? Faith! However, now I can add attempted bribery to the list." 

Graham was impressed with himself not only had he sounded convincing he had also managed to keep a straight face throughout his little speech. Smirking, he took a sip of his tea waiting for her response.

"How about a donation to the church? My husband is really wealthy; he can make a sizable donation," she offered.

"Money is pointless in this situation. The school has received all the donations it needs, and as you know the church doesn't like to have too much money." He eyed her up and down before deciding to go in for the kill. "However, there is something you can help me with."

"Whatever it is, I will help. I have to get Gabby through school."

He eyes widened slightly before he regained his composure, "well, as I have been faithful to my religion all my life, I have had to forgo numerous temptations."

He breathed the last word as he licked his lips. "One of those I have had to give up was the pleasure of the flesh, and I have been getting awfully lonely," his voice trailed off as he met her horrified look.

It didn't take much for her to make up her mind. The repercussions of having a failure for a daughter and the threat of legal action would ruin her social and financial standing. Then to top it all off she would be facing her worse nightmare: having to get a job and actually work for a living. 

Besides, she told herself, she had used her body to get what she wanted before. How else would she have passed her degree or managed to get her husband promoted, despite him having the intellect of a carrot. As long as it was a one time thing, she reckoned that she could live with herself knowing that she was still the queen of her neighbourhood.

She looked at him again. His features and manners repulsed her. His forehead was dripping in sweat whilst his belly raised and fell with each ragged breath he took as his face rested on his double chin. 

But the thing that disturbed her most was that grin plastered on his face, looking every inch like an alcoholic that had just been given access to a brewery.

"Now then, Olivia, this will be all over in 30 minutes if your lucky, or five minutes if your unlucky," he laughed at his own joke as he fell to his knees and crept towards her frozen frame.

Sitting on the couch with just a towel wrapped around her, she was starting to feel as good as naked. It almost felt like it wasn't real as she watched his hand move forward and felt him grasp the towel and pull it slowly apart.

The sweet smell of lavender shower gel hit his nostrils as her naked body was exposed to his gaze. Now it was Graham's turn to freeze. 

His eyes were immediately hypnotised by her full and puffy nipples that perfectly capped off her heavy breasts and they seemed to scream out for his touch and taste.

Olivia knew what he was thinking. Ever since high school, when she was blessed with her large breasts, she found that her nipples had always been unusual. She needed extra padded bras just to stop her nipples from showing. 

However, Olivia soon grew to love them. They were incredibly sensitive and sent thrills through her body as men never seemed to tire of sucking on them.

It was when she looked up from his perspiration soaked head that she actually realised just where they were in the house. She was sitting in the seat facing the window where anyone who walked past could look in and see everything. 

Quickly, she wrapped her towel back around her and stood up, taking his clammy hand in hers, leading him out of the room. "I can't risk anyone looking in so we need to do this is some other room. You have thirty minutes to do what you want and then you give me all your evidence and leave." 

Graham saw her pause, and thinking she wanted an answer, he replied, "Fine with me, but I'm gonna start the countdown when I get my mouth on your hot body and I am starting to get restless." With that he pulled her into him, and as they fell back into the kitchen, Graham planted his mouth hard onto her lips.

The smell of his breath on her lips made it hard for her to keep from gagging, yet still he tried forcing his tongue into her mouth. Again she felt his hands grip her towel and rip it from her. Quickly her breasts were manhandled by his slimy, sweaty hands covering every inch of her enormous chest.

She grimaced with his rough handling, but Graham couldn't care he was just enjoying the feel of this woman's perfect breasts. They were full and soft to the touch, and though they sagged slightly, they were the best pair he had ever seen. 

Cradling each one in a hand, he pinched her dark pink nipples, feeling them get hard under his touch. Removing his lips from hers he lifted her breast, allowing his tongue to slowly circle her nipple before taking it in his mouth and sucking hard. He swapped between nipples, taking each one in his mouth in turn as he felt his cock strain to be let free.

Olivia closed her eyes, trying not to enjoy the attention. Her husband had left five long weeks ago and she had only herself for company. It had been ages since she had gone this long without sex, and her body was starting to miss another person's touch, though she wasn't expecting it to be this overweight loser. 

She let her mind race as she tried to replace the visage of the balding, overweight man in front of her with her husband's image. However, her dream state was soon shattered as Graham grunted at her. 

"You must love your family so much," he grinned at her. "I'm gonna love every second of this!" 

She ignored his comments, her eyes closed when she felt his hot breath move back to her breast. Dreading what he would do next, she let out a sharp shriek as she felt him bite down on her nipple at the same time she couldn't help but let out an involuntary kick of her legs, allowing his hands access to her neatly trimmed pussy.

Having been given an inch, Graham gladly took a mile. Viciously attacking her cunt with greasy fingers rubbing her clit hard, he pried open her lips letting his finger trace her mound. 

His mouth stayed attached to her nipple whilst his hand began searching the counters for something to help him. It didn't take him long until his hand landed on the butter plate. 

Clawing a lump with his fingers he slathered it to her cunt, feeling her heat begin to melt the butter. He pierced her hot tunnel with his index finger before she let out a surprised gasp.

Trying hard to picture her husband, Olivia moaned as she felt the finger force its way up to the second knuckle. The twin attack on her nipple and pussy, along with her vivid imagination, was starting to have an effect on her body. 

As he switched to her neglected nipple he pulled his finger from her before pushing two back inside her. Twisting them in her buttery wetness, he could feel her strong muscles clamp down. 

Thrusting his fingers in and out of her pussy, he was rubbing his palm hard against her clit as she whimpered quietly. Dropping his hands under her ass cheeks, he lifted her up and, placing her on the sideboard, he kissed her full on the lips. 

Graham grinned as he heard her moan louder, stepping back he leaned down, inhaling the scent of butter and her pussy intertwined. Stretching out his tongue, he flicked at her damp pussy, savouring the taste as he went in for more. Targeting her fat lower lips, he pulled them away, sucking them hard before letting each go as he alternated between the two.

"Ohhh...God yes....uhh..." The words were hissed under Olivia's breath, she didn't want to give him the satisfaction but his tongue felt good. She squirmed as he licked around her centre before pushing his tongue inside her, twisting it as the taste of butter slowly gave way to the stronger taste of her cunt. 

It was rare that her husband went down on her and when he did, he wasn't as enthusiastic as Graham. Chanting her husbands name her legs circled around Grahams head forcing him deeper into her centre. 

"Fu...Fucking hell, Jason, keep on, ohhh G...God yes," she screamed as her fingers grabbed at her nipples.

As she became wetter, Graham was torn between the natural urge to breathe and his need to keep on tasting her mouth-watering cum. Opening his mouth wider, he made sure his bottom teeth dragged along her tender pussy. 

Again Olivia was unable to avoid letting a loud moan escape her lips as she felt him blow cool air over her engorged clit. The heat of her clit followed by the cool air was electrifying. Not daring to look down, she felt herself get ever closer towards climax. 

"Ohhh Shit...," she groaned loudly. "Ahhh yes... don't stop." She pinched her nipples hard as she muttered a near silent apology to her husband. Quickly, her pleasure turned to pain as she felt his teeth bite down on her clit. 

"Fuck!" she cried out as her legs shot out. She could feel her blood pumping in her bud as the sharp nip unlocked her orgasm. "Oh my God..." She continued to shudder violently with Graham's mouth still attached between her legs, hungrily cleaning her up. 

When he finally managed to pull himself away from her legs, he had both a grin and her juices plastered on his face as he stared at her dazed expression. He sighed loudly as he pulled out his phone, deciding to mess with her a bit more. 

"Oh boy, am I lucky. I needed to try out my camera phone and this is perfect." He took several pictures of her sitting on the counter with her glistening pussy taking centre place. 

Her eyes shot open, "What the hell do you mean!? Give that to me!"

"That's exactly what I intend to do," he laughed at her as he gestured down to his cock. 

"You just get down on your knees and finish what you've started!" He took another picture of her startled face whilst he taunted her. "That way you can be sure that Gabby will be finishing school. Oh, and because I am so very kind, I won't spread these pictures around the neighbourhood."

Olivia's mind was in a mess. She had just experienced her first orgasm in several weeks, from an ugly, balding, middle aged man no less, and now he wanted more and now he had a video showing her screaming in pleasure. 

So in the end it didn't matter what she thought she had no choice. Slowly, she got down on her knees before pulling loose his straining belt quickly followed by his stained trousers. 

Cursing the world as she pulled down his tatty pants, his swollen cock sprang out at her. Deciding to take a leaf out of his book, her hand took a lump of butter and smeared it along his cock whilst Graham groaned in satisfaction.

What she hadn't planned on was how turned on he actually was. She watched in wonder as his cock twitched in her soft hand. One pump of her hand and Graham felt his orgasm take hold. 

Clinging on the sideboard, he yelled out in pleasure as wave after wave of his cum coated her face. She let out a loud groan of disgust whilst Graham on the other hand could only let out a chuckle.

"Ahhh fucking hell, that was good! Say cheese!" he smirked as he picked up his camera and took a picture of her disgruntled face with his spunk dripping from her chin. 

It took her a while before the moment sunk in, "Wwwhaa...What! I thought you said that you would give me the photos?" she questioned him.

"Yeah, of course I will when I finish! But I didn't say I wouldn't take more and I haven't finished yet!" He grinned at her. "I'm sure if you give it a little kiss, it will be good for round two!" 

Olivia reached for the paper towels and wiped her face before she applied more butter on his shaft to try and mask the taste. If his cock was anything like the taste of his spunk, then she would need every bit of help she could get.

Sticking out her tongue, she flicked at his tip and thanked the strong taste of butter. She bent her head further down, taking the head of his cock in her mouth. Closing her eyes, she swallowed more of his length marvelling at the thickness and as much as she hated herself for it, she was starting to wonder just how good it would feel inside her.

It had been so long since Graham had felt a warm mouth enveloping his cock. As she drew in her cheeks, sucking his cock harder, he rested his hands on her head, forcing her to take more of his meat into his mouth. 

Olivia was starting to get in her groove. She forged a fearsome reputation in school and University for her oral skills, yet she could never remember her mouth being stretched as wide as this before. 

The taste of butter didn't take long to fade from his cock, and once more she could taste his salty and thick spunk as she tried hard to keep from gagging. She wanted this over with, and soon. Sucking in harder, she sped up her thrusts, taking in as much as she could each time before coming up for air. 

Taking grip of her hair, he began to slam into her mouth, forcing his entire shaft to be embedded in her throat. He grunted like a pig as his eyes rolled back into his head.

Olivia was by nature a dominant woman but now Graham was in charge, and found that she starting to get turned on from the helplessness of her situation. Her submissive side was showing up, and she loved it.

"Ahhhh...Oh yes!!" Graham's voice sounded hoarse as he felt his climax begin to bubble up. "Fuck yes, swallow this bitch." His toes curled into the carpet as his first shot cannoned down her throat, quickly followed by several more.

Luckily for Olivia, it wasn't as much as his first load, allowing her to swallow it all down. As he released his grip on her head, she fell back onto the cold tiled floor gasping for breath. With her eyes closed her hand dropped to her crotch, rubbing her clit as her legs spread wider and wider, as if to invite Graham down.

"Are you just going to sit there and watch or are you going to equal things up? It's 2-1 so far." She couldn't believe she had actually said the words, but her itch needed satisfying and her fingers were not going to be enough. She needed to feel his thick cock inside her now.

Graham joined her on the floor, his eyes had lit up at her words as he crawled on top of her and took in her right nipple in his mouth. Shuffling in between her legs he grabbed hold of his thickening cock and took aim. 

Olivia let out a small satisfied grunt when she felt his cock stretch her entrance. It felt massive inside her. After years of having her husband's thin cock pound away, this was a totally new experience. 

However, Graham wasn't giving her any time to get used to it. He continued to push forward feeling her muscles give way to accommodate him. Finally, she felt him stop. His wry hairs tickled her smooth mound as he eased his weight down on top of her, forcing more of his cock in deeper. 

She couldn't believe how full she felt. His girth seemed to be twice the size of her husbands as she felt his hot breath on her face. With his large bulk on top of her she didn't have any where to go but it didn't matter as long as his cock was still inside her.

Noticing her mouth was open Graham kissed her hard, forcing his tongue to duel with hers as he lifted his hips slightly before dropping down. She could only mumble around his tongue whilst he continued to thrust into her.

"No wonder you wanted my cock, your husband must have a pencil for a cock," he taunted her as he placed his hands on the floor on either side of her chest. Pushing his body up, he heard her whimper not wanting him to leave her body.

Bringing his knees up underneath her legs, he could see her eyes looking beyond his shoulder. He could only imagine what she was thinking as he thrust in harder, feeling her tight tunnel again stretch to adjust to his wide tool. 

He began to pick up his speed, slamming into her and enjoying her fantastic tits wobbling each time he bottomed out. He might have been kidding himself, but he could almost feel his groin starting to get wetter, and it wasn't just his own cum. 

"Ooohhh Fuck," he moaned loudly as he struggled to keep his breath. Graham was getting the workout of his life. His sweat was dripping onto her face as he dropped his mouth to her neck, nibbling and kissing whilst she could only grumble. The floor was starting to get slippery under his knees as cum and sweat from both of them mixed together.

Olivia started to moan louder as he dropped down on top of her, thrusting in harder, hearing the squelching sound fill his ears. "Uuhhh...ahhh," she gasped, spreading her legs wider, giving him greater access. 

His thick cock was hitting her sweet spots that her husband could never reach and the affect was starting to make her lose her breath too. 

Her eyes were now wide open. There was no point in denying who was actually fucking her now. Wrapping her legs around him she felt her orgasm start to reach tipping point as she gasped into his ear.

With her face screwed up in ecstasy Graham managed to find some added stamina sending him into overdrive, his balls began to smack loudly against her upturned ass as he went into a frenzy.

The flowered wallpaper she was staring at blurred as her eyes lost focus. She could feel her clit rubbing hard against his immense bulk, as he rubbed up against her groin. Finally she let herself go allowing her climax to wash over her. 

"Ah Ah... Fuck!!" she screamed out into the empty room her pussy contracting around his twitching cock as her orgasm gripped her body. 

"Arghhhh..." She buried her face in his neck letting her legs jerk around him as he collapsed on top of her, exhausted from his workout. 

After five minutes of lying on the floor, Olivia was the first to move, trying to push his bulk off of her. With each breath, all she could smell was his disgusting body odour. 

After the umpteenth failure, she reached around for his sweaty balls massaging them whilst he groaned. Pulling them down he immediately rolled off her whimpering in pain as she took delight in the small victory. 

Looking over at him, she could see that her actions clearly had little effect as his cock was still rock hard. Getting to her feet, and not bothering with a glass, she turned the tap on, turned her head sideways and ducked her head under the tap, drinking heavily. 




There's Something About Gabby Ch. 03



"We're 2-2 now, love, but I think you owe me a lot more," he grinned at her as he watched her bent form slurp from the tap. Scrambling to his knees he spread her two perfect spherical cheeks apart, exposing her rosebud to his gaze. 

He had never thought of any ass as sexy, but hers definitely was. His tongue was drawn as if by magnet to her tight hole. Taking a few tentative licks around the centre he just decided to go for it and curling his tongue into a dart he pushed against her opening slurping loudly whilst Olivia let out a quite moan.

"Oh God yeah, Jason your tongue feels great... deeper," she moaned louder. Her ass quickly response to his eagerness and started to open as Graham continued to eat her out. Her weak knees gave up on her as she slid onto the floor all the while pushing her ass back into his face trying to force his tongue deeper.

Wrapping his hands under her hips, he pulled her ass back up to his level. Smacking it gently as he lifted his head back up and scooted towards her exposed back side. 

"Now just think of my cock as a bee and your ass as a flower, and as we all know, all flowers need to be pollinated!" The rubbish tumbled out of his mouth before he knew it but it sounded right. "Now it's your turn," he smirked feeling like an all powerful God behind her.

Taking another chunk of butter he rubbed it on his cock as Olivia tried to reason with him. "W... Wait, what?" she wailed before her high pitched voice was cut off by what seemed to her to be a huge pole invading her ass. 

She felt his tip stretch her hole wider and wider, until finally she felt his whole head slip past her opening. She focused on breathing heavily, trying to take her mind off his cock wedged inside her ass. Thankfully Graham had paused, and was now smearing more butter on her ass all the while singing the praises of her ass. 

"Soo tight," he gasped as he kneaded the soft flesh of her ass still forcing his cock inch by inch inside her. He could feel her sphincter muscle slowly yield to his thick shaft as he enjoyed the warm velvet feeling of the inside of her ass around his cock.

Olivia was starting to wonder how something that earlier felt too big for her cunt, was now being forced up her ass but the fullness she was feeling was now starting to feel good. Dropped her hand to her glistening clit she began to circle it. "Fuck my ass!"

She closed her eyes as she once more tried to imagine her husband forcing his cock inside her ass though his thickness was telling her something different. "God Jason... so big..."

Graham grinned to himself as he moved his hands to her hips and slowly, started to thrust in and out wanting her ass to relax before being stretched wider with another thrust. 

Soon his patience started to fall and he began to pick up the force behind each thrust, taking pleasure in the small grunts she emitted after each one until finally she let out a deep guttural groan as he managed to fit his whole cock inside her. 

"There that wasn't so bad now was it?" She let out a whimper as a reply before he continued. "And seeing as I let you get used to it, now its time for the real pleasure," he stroked her hair from her face as he felt her tight ass tense around his cock.

Olivia's illusion of having Jason behind her was shattered as Graham's voice entered her head. She closed her eyes and desperately tried to fix her broken image but gave up when she felt him pull his cock from her tender ass.

Looking down at her backside, Graham squeezed her fleshy cheeks as he returned his hands to her hips, before slamming back inside again. 

"Ooohhh Fuck!" She screamed feeling the air escape her lungs. She let out another yelp as he pulled out once more. Again and again she felt like he was ripping apart her ass with his thrusts. She tried to crawl away, clawing at the floor, but his grip on her hips was tight as he slammed back into her again.

Screwing up the mat that lay on the floor, she took two handfuls and pulled as her muscles relaxed and the little jolts of pleasure she experienced suddenly grew in strength forcing intense pleasure to take over. 

Letting out strained grunts, she felt his cock swell inside her, his balls flying up and hitting her damp pussy as he gurgled in pleasure above her. 

Graham was enjoying her ass jiggle in time with his thrusts as he bit down on his bottom lip. Raising one hand from her hip, he took a hold of her golden hair pulling it back making her back to arch as he once more notched up his pace.

"Fucking hell...ooh Jesus Christ!!" She screamed, his cock seemed deeper than ever inside her and she loved it. With her body scrunched up, her free hand grabbed hold of her tits squeezing her nipples hard whilst her other hand vigorously finger fucked her wet cunt. 

She could feel another orgasm surfacing from deep within her ass as she screamed out again. 

Using her hair as a handle Graham could fuck her harder, freeing up his other hand to slap her ass. He was enjoying the squeal that came with each hand print that swatted on her ass. 

Pausing for a second he rested his hand on her red ass cheek and pushed it up revealing the sight of her stretched anal ring wrapped around his cock. It was an image he would never forget, and it was one that sent him over the edge.

"Fucking hell, you dirty bitch... get ready," he grunted as he pulled her hair further back, allowing his mouth to suck on her neck whilst his hand joined hers on her cunt rubbing violently as he shot his load deep inside her ravaged cavern. 

"Arghhhh... Fuck!" She squealed as with one quick slap on her tender clit he quickly pulled out, flipped her over and twisted on top of her so that he faced her cunt. 

Her hot, abuse ass seemed to sizzle as she landed on the cold kitchen tiles yet she didn't have time to acknowledge it as he latched onto her quivering pussy. "Ahhh shit!" She groaned as his tongue circled her sensitive clit gently pulled at it whilst she continued to gasp inadvertently letting his dripping cock ease into her mouth. 

Spluttering she tried to remove his shaft that so recently had been lodged in her ass, from her mouth but once more her body took over her mind when she felt his finger enter her needy cunt. 

Giving in to her body's needs, she felt her third orgasm charge through her body. The immense pleasure caused her to blindly suck greedily on the cock lodged in her mouth whilst she flooded his face with her juices.

With his cock now finally beginning to weaken Graham continued to drink all that was offered, forcing his tongue deep inside her loving the sweet taste until satisfied with his work he rolled off her. 

Heaving himself up onto the kitchen stool, Olivia soon followed suit, both of them were now a sweaty mess. Licking clean his finger, he wondered exactly how many pounds he had lost in various body liquids.

"With a mother who is this dedicated to her future, Gabby is defiantly going to go far in life," he panted, as he rested his head in his hands. 

Now that her pleasure had left her body Olivia had reverted to her shocked almost comatose state. 

Seeing her expression Graham couldn't help but take another picture before continued to speak, "well now, I think once a week until Gabby graduates will keep my mouth firmly shut," He watched as she turned her gaped at him horrified, "or perhaps more?" He taunted letting the question hang in the air hoping she wouldn't see the trick. 

"What... No, No I think once a week will be fine." She gabbled quickly trying her best to smile at him, "besides, you're gonna need the rest of the week to recover." 

"Alright, I'll be back same time next week, and I will certainly look forward to it," he spoke making it sound like he was doing her a favour before he leaned over a kissed her full lips. 

Grinning at her he picked up his clothes and pulled them on before turning around to face her. Dropping his finger to her pussy he forced it inside as he kissed her. Removing his finger he licked it clean as he picked up his camera and ran from the house. He was about to leave when he turned around and took another picture of her. 

Safely in his car he looked over the picture as he let his head drop back in amazement. "Another Kodak moment," he smirked. It was going to be a good two months.



There's Something About Gabby Ch. 04



Gabby had often been told that she was a special girl, and like most people who get told that they are special, she took it as a compliment and thought no more of it. After all, she had an amazing body for a 19 year old teenager. Standing at 5'6" her long dirty hair fell down to her 36DD breasts, with her unblemished skin she was a perfect beauty. Yet to everyone else the actual reason she was called special was due to her immense naivety. Gabby was just fortunate that she had Tim, her boyfriend. It was due to him that she wasn't getting manipulated every single time she was at school. Now Tim wasn't the sharpest tool in the box, but his over protective nature meant that no man was allowed near her when he was around. 

Despite her mother successfully dealing with the school investigator and Simon helping her with his unique way of studying, she left school a month before graduation. With no career opportunities she ended up spending pretty much all her time around the house. 

Before she left school spending time with her housewife mother, Olivia, was a great way to pass the day, drinking wine and watching daytime soaps. However recently, for some reason that Gabby couldn't understand, her mother had stopped talking to her, even actively avoiding her. Whenever she had tried to talk to her mother all she got for her efforts was some mumbling about someone called Graham, followed by a string of abuse about how she had failed the family and how her poor mother had suffered so much to help.

Seeing as she wasn't wanted at home Gabby spent most of her day around Tim's house. Now Tim didn't initially mind have her around his house at first, having her lying on his bed when he tried to revise his papers was one of the best distractions he could possible have. But after four months of having her waiting in his room Tim started to get annoyed with his girlfriend, it wasn't her body that was the problem, it was her mouth. She had a habit of making incredibly stupid remarks or constantly asking him inane questions and so he started to encourage her to look for employment. 

With both her mother and boyfriend pushing her out of their respective houses, she began looking for a job. Though she tried, it soon became clear to her that it wasn't going to be easy. She applied for every single job that she could find, but she never seemed to get past the first round of each application. Her constant failures were thanks to the answers that she gave on her applications; such as writing '36DD', 'natural blonde hair and 5'6"' under attributes.

Though she was failing on the job front, Tim and Olivia were saved by the arrival of Gabby's father from his European job. Gabby soon found herself spending as much time with her dad as possible. She found that having him spoil her rotten was the perfect way to spend her day. 

And so Gabby found herself with her father Jason, on the way to an appointment for a suit adjustment. Though she wasn't particular happy with it, the promise of jewellery shopping after was a great incentive. 

"I still don't understand why you need to drive half way across town just to get a new suit. I mean there are several stores nearby," Gabby whined loudly to her father who was driving next to her. 

Jason had recently been promoted to the position of the head of European Sales for the national bank, now in charge of over fifteen hundred people, he needed a suit to look the part and 'Frank's Suits' is the best place in the country for them. To own one of Frank's individually hand made suits was a major success statement and more than anything it made him look good. However, the store just happened to be on the other side of town. 

"Look Gabby, you need to start appreciating class, and Frank makes the classiest suits around, so consider this as an important lesson for you." Jason snapped in response, he loved his daughter but even he had his limits. "Anyway you're getting your pick of jewellery afterwards so keep quiet!" 

The shop was the type of dark small hovel that littered the back streets of the city, it was here that Frank not only worked, but lived too. 

Being born in a time of tough economic times by a single mother Frank was taught to be tight with his money, scrimping and saving in every way possible. His mother had taught him to stitch clothes together when he was younger, and his business had evolved from there.

Now nearing his seventieth birthday, Frank was beginning to think that he should retire and leave the business. Several of the department stores were offering their own version of the high quality brands he sold, and his business was slowly starting to lose customers, as well as failing to attract new ones. Luckily for him, his suits had become well known and respected by the bankers and top executives of the city. To wear one of his suits had become a badge of honour amongst the wealthy, allowing him to increase his prices while keeping his regular customers. Hence Frank spent most of his time working slowly on his suits just to pass the time whilst he muttered bitterly to himself. 

Frank was in the middle of lengthening some trousers for a banker whose waistline was growing as fast as his annual bonus whilst Gabby and Jason walked towards the door. 

"Those fat fuckers," he grumbled to the empty dusty room, "spending all my hard earned savings on hookers and champagne." He was interrupted from his musings by a sharp rapping noise on his shop window. 

Looking up from his desk, he had his best insult ready for them, when all thoughts he was having were wiped from his mind as he stared at the vision of beauty standing at his shop window. He stumbled to his feet replacing his grimace with an unnatural smile that somehow made him look even more sinister. Those muscles in his mouth that hadn't been exercised in years for the purpose of a smile, were suddenly straining. 

Gabby shrunk behind her father as he flung open the door. The strong smell hit her instantly; tobacco, whiskey and dampness, an awful concoction. She recoiled as he stretched his smile even wider, showing exactly how stained his teeth actually were.

"Please come in, come in both of you. Welcome to Frank's Suits. Now how can I assist you today?" Jason had been told that Frank never did more than grunt and nod so this unexpected welcome shocked him. As Jason tried to work out why Frank was so pleasant he failed to notice that the owner's eyes never left his daughter.

"I called earlier for a measuring appointment, the name is Jason Albe."

"Yes, yes I remember." Frank would have said anything just to get the beauty to stay that while longer. "Now if you would like to follow me, we can measure you for your new suit." He muttered as managed to tear his eyes from Gabby and motioned for Jason to follow him.

Ever the professional Frank went to work, pulling out his measuring tape as he worked on every part of Jason's body from neck to chest to legs. Occasionally Frank stopped to suggest different cuts to help hide the spare tyre around Jason's middle, and advice to puff out his chest, giving him the flattering but professional business look.

Gabby couldn't help but be impressed as she watched the old man's fingers glide over her father's body measuring each arm and leg. The precision and delicate nature of his fingers made her mind wonder what else his skilled fingers would be good at.

A couple of minutes later and it was all over, £250 for 30 minutes of work was not bad at all, for a small business. 

"I have now finished sir." He stood up and twisted around to his storeroom. "If you would like to sit down here, I can draw up some different fabrics and styles for you to have a look at. I'll be back very soon." A short while later and Jason had finally decided on his suit, the only thing left was to negotiate the price and when the new suit would be ready.

"Thank you very much Frank for doing all of this, it really means a lot to me." Jason grinned at the bored looking shop keeper, "Price isn't an issue here but I do have a favour to ask of you," he looked hopefully at Frank, waiting for some sort of reply but after he didn't get one he continued.

"I've been told that you do shirts as well. Could you do two of them for me, if possible?" Jason knew full well that Frank didn't make shirts anymore unless it was a personal request from an important customer, so getting a shirt from Frank would be a real statement for his new job.

"I'm sorry Sir but I don't have enough time to make shirts anymore, not since my last assistant left me for a department store. Better money and benefits I suppose..." he shrugged, though the bitterness ringing in his voice was unmistakable. He declined to mention that his last assistant had actually left due to his wandering hands. 

Jason furrowed his brow as he desperately tried to come up with a solution that would get him what he wanted. Looking around the store for inspiration his eyes settled on Gabby and suddenly a brilliant idea came to him. 

"How about this Frank, you need an assistant and my daughter needs a job. Look at her she has lots of room in her brain to learn things, she has great fingers and she is willing to work hard. I mean just give her a chance and she will repay your kindness."

The room fell silent as Frank pretended to think about it. He didn't need an assistant and the tight fisted person inside him was scared at the thought of spending more money but his lustful thoughts told him that just having Gabby around would be well worth it.

Gabby however took a bit more convincing. She noticed the way Frank looked at her and it was making her uneasy. When her father took her to one side and quietly reminded her that if she rejected the job there was an endless list of chores that her mother would take great delight in ordering her to do, Gabby soon forgot all her reservations. Given the option of becoming a glorified un-paid servant to her mum or getting paid to help out an old man make some suits, even she knew what she had to do. So it was with a heavy heart she accepted the job and prepared herself to start work the next week.

Monday morning came early and Frank woke up with a smile on his face for the first time in years. He had learned his lessons from his past assistant, he knew that he couldn't just blatantly grope any more, and he needed to become both more intelligent and more clandestine with his tactics. 

Meanwhile on the other side of town Gabby was waking up as well. "It's seven-fucking-thirty!!" She groaned loudly as she fell back to sleep. A short twenty minutes later she found herself shaken awake, grumbling, her eyes opened to see her father's stern face looking down at her. 

"Get the fuck up! You've got your first day of work and you need to get started on my suit. Look I'll take you into work today but you need to remind Frank to get started on my shirt first!" His eyes lit up at the mention of his shirt before turning serious once more, "be downstairs in ten minutes, No later!" 

When he left the room Gabby rolled out her bed and went over to her wardrobe. Now to make the decision of the morning, dress sexy to impress, or dress conservative to be taken seriously. Peeling off her nightgown she stared at herself in the mirror, inspecting her 36DD chest standing proudly while defying gravity. She stood there admiring her body before finally deciding on conservative black trousers and a loose fitting blouse.

After a quick wash and change she sprayed on her favourite perfume and ran downstairs yelling out to her dad that she was ready before snatching some toast and jumping into the car.

As he joined her in the car she started to feel the nervousness of her first day start to catch up with her. The closer they got to Frank's shop, the worse the butterflies in her stomach became.

"If you get sacked before he makes my suit then I'm gonna have to disown you," he smiled as he pulled up to the shop and watched her get out. "Enjoy your day!" Her dad yelled as he drove off. 

When he turned the corner out of sight Gabby trudged towards the shop front and walked in. "Hello. Mr...um Frank, I'm here to start work so I'm... well... here."

Frank appeared, shuffling out of the back room. His thinning hair was swept forward, obviously trying to hide his bald patch, and his pitiful worn suit was clearly brought from a cheap department store. That he didn't even waste money on himself was all too evident. 

"Hello my dear, it's just Frank, so you don't need to bother with a Mr. or a Sir," he positively beamed at Gabby as he took in her attire. 

"Now if you will come with me I need to give you some lessons before I let you loose on the public," he chuckled to himself as he turned the Open sign to Closed and locked the door. "We don't want to be disturbed now do we?"

He pointed towards the fitting room, signalling for her to walk through. This was the largest room in the shop and it was where he spent most of his time while working. In the centre of the room stood a circle of mirrors allowing customers to see how their suit looked as they were being fitted.

"Now then, I'm going to teach you the art of measuring, learn it well and you'll be raking in the money! So if you would like to take off your shoes and stand in the middle of the mirrors, I will get started," he motioned towards the mirrors as he gaped in wonderment at her.

Kicking off her shoes she noticed just how small he was. Even without her heels she was still a couple of inches taller than Frank. In just her socks, she walked into the middle and waited for her lesson to start. 

"Now then, first thing first you need to know is how to measure up your customer. You really don't want to embarrass a fat person with a measuring tape that doesn't fit around his hand, let alone his stomach!" He chuckled at his joke whilst he circled around her, taking in her delicious ass that stretched the fabric of her trousers. 

"Once you have picked the right size tape you need to get started on the top half of the customer's torso." Opening up his drawer, he pulled out a tape that he knew was going to be too small for her, gesturing for her to stretch her arms out forward. 

"First up is the arm length. This is important as having a jacket the pulls up short makes you the person look stupid." Taking the tape, he measured her arm from shoulder to the bottom of her knuckle. 

"Keep an eye on what I'm doing here as you will have to remember this when we switch roles. More importantly, you need to measure both arms because you can't just assume that they both are the same length." He said unsmiling.

"I did that once and had to give out a free shirt as an apology." He mused before muttering under his breath "Expensive mistake that one!"

He shuddered slightly as his fingers brushed her soft skin, touching her for as long as possible. He was lost in thought trying to find a way to get her naked when he was snapped from his daze by her annoyed tone.

"You've finished with my arms now. I don't think they will get longer whilst I stand here," her sarcasm being evident.

Laughing as if she had said the funniest joke in the world he continued until she coughed loudly. "Ok next we have your neck." 

He wrapped his tape around her neck, "you don't want it too loose so that the collar doesn't irritate the skin, but at the same time, not too tight or they won't be able to button it up fully." His hands trembled as he steeled himself to continue speaking. 

"I'm sorry but you will need to take off the shirt, the collar is too stiff to allow my tape around it." He avoided eye contact as he took in her heavenly scent.

"Wait... what I... I really don't think that this is very professional," Gabby stuttered out her excuse.

"Well, now you understand why I don't measure women." He said shortly "I ask all men to remove their outer clothes before I measure them! This gives me a more accurate set of measurements." 

Ignoring her continuing protests he carried on speaking, "besides, your clothes aren't really the best for measuring. The trousers are too baggy and the shirt is as wooden as Nicolas Cage's acting."

Based on her very limited reasoning abilities, his argument was watertight to Gabby and so hesitating for only a second longer, she gave in and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. 

He spoke as he watched her start to unbutton her shirt, he was clearly uncomfortable and it came across in his voice. "I realise that you might not be comfortable with all the men getting nearly naked in front of you, so just call me whenever you..." 

Now it was Frank's turn to stutter through his words as Gabby's cleavage finally came into view. Her tanned chest jutted out, straining to be released from their cotton prison. 

Ecstatic with his plan so far Frank had to remind himself to breathe whilst he watched her shirt hit the floor. Bringing himself back to his senses he remained calm as he picked up his tape again. 

"I'm going to need to measure you arms again just in case I took a wrong measurement earlier, so if you would reach out for me." He had reverted back to his cool demeanour until he saw her outstretched arms squash her breasts together adding to her considerable cleavage.

Dropping his tape as he walked towards her he hastily picked it up and took a firm grip before proceeding to measure her arms and neck. Once he was done he took a step back, coughing slightly before he resumed his tutorial. "Now we have to measure the shoulders. You can never underestimate the importance of this to men. 

He walked around her as he talked. "For the thinner man, you need to make the shoulders bigger to make him feel more important, but not too big or he looks like he's been munching on steroids." He chuckled. He was making jokes to ease his own nerves as well as trying to make her more at ease though he failed on both counts. 

"But for the fatter man you have to make shoulders that are rounder, making him look slimmer. It's all about giving the right image and creating a bit of self-confidence in the man." He stopped circling her and stayed behind her using the reflection in the mirrors to admire her chest.

Placing his sweaty hands on her shoulders he felt her shudder, taking a deep breath, he took hold of her bra straps and slid them from her shoulders down her arms. 

"Whoa there! What the hell do you think you're doing?" She jerked forward letting his hands slip from her, "there is a reason why I decided to wear this thing you know!" She yelled at him. 

Letting her outburst wash over him he returned to measure her shoulders. "Listen, I needed to make a precise measurement of your shoulders and your straps were in the way... and there we go all done." He clapped his hands as he walked around to face her. 

"You know I think you should just take off the bra all together. Your chest size is next up and it does need to be precise measurement." He tried to do his most reassuring smile as he saw the doubt etched on her face. "This is all common knowledge in this business you know." 

Despite his best efforts she still looked at him with doubt and so he brought out his ace card, "and if you question me again then I might have to return you to the ranks of the unemployed."

Beneath his placid exterior Frank was mentally kicking himself. It was only the morning of her first day and he had already shown his ace in the hole on top of that he had given her a way out of his shop. However, he thought, there was a flip side if she stayed, then she was practically submitting herself to him and his whims. With bated breath he waited for her response. 

Gabby too was kicking herself of course it was common sense to remove her bra, how she could say something so dumb, and now her employer knew that she was stupid. Before he could even ask her she decided to take the lead, reaching to her bra clasp she unfastened it, letting it fall to the floor, exposing her large tits to Frank's amazed gaze. 




There's Something About Gabby Ch. 04



She had always been proud of her breasts, they measured at 36DD and thanks to her youthful age they seemed to be gravity defying. 

Holding back his urge to openly fondle the young flesh proudly displayed in front of him, Frank gripped his tape measure smirking as an evil idea formed in his mind. 

Taking a hold of the cold metal end of the tape, he placed it directly onto her nipple, making Gabby gasp as her nipple started to harden. Though he noticed her reaction he pretended to ignore it as he leaned into her and fed the tape around her back. 

Gabby could feel his breath on her neck as he pressed further into her, causing her breasts to squash up in between them. The obvious solution to Gabby was to get a longer tape, but after the warning about questioning him, she was unsure about asking any further questions.

Finally he managed to make the two ends of tape meet. The result was that her breasts had been squashed together, causing her nipples to be cushioned by either end of the tape. Smiling to himself as he pinched her nipples together he stood back and admired the view. 

"Oh dear!" the mock surprise would have been evident to most people but Gabby wasn't one of them. 

"I think you'll need a bigger tape!" she said straight faced as Frank let go of her nipple which in turn made the tape fly away. With the tape on the floor, he fetched a longer one. Once again he stepped in close and measured her chest making sure that he remained focused on her now erect nipples.

"Here we go. This is much better..." He stood back and gave an admiring glance. "My my my, you must be proud! How much did these cost you?"

Gabby, who had been staring upwards, trying to ignore Frank's gaze and her own reflection spluttered as she realised what he meant. "Um... they are real, don't they look real to you?"

"I'm really sorry, but it is rare to see two such perfect specimens on display in front of you." His apologetic face turned into a smirk as he continued to speak, "well, there is only one way to tell whether they are fake or real and that is by feeling them. Fake ones are harder to the touch, here let me show you."

Frank took her silence as an affirmation and proceeded to grope her boobs in his hand, the warmth and softness of her flesh moulding to his grip. Grasping one of her breasts with both hands he felt the weight as he kneaded it between his fingers. Her nipples grew as Gabby closed her eyes, trying to keep her composure.

Giddy with excitement Frank bent down, his mouth open and his tongue flicking her nipple before sucking it gently, eliciting quiet groans of disbelief from her. 

Gabby couldn't believe what he was doing yet she didn't stop him. Not only was this old man sucking her nipple, but she was actually enjoying it as she felt her pussy begin to moisten.

Deciding that he was pushing his luck he pulled his mouth from her hard nipple and turned back into his professional demeanour, "Right then Gabby, next you will need to measure the stomach." 

Gabby was confused, by not even acknowledging what he had just done she was starting to wonder whether it had actually happened but the wetness surrounding her nipple told the true story.

"This part is nice and easy, so I'll get this over quickly... I don't want to bore an intelligent girl such as you," he grinned at her as he quickly measured her taunt stomach. 

"Finally, we come onto the legs. This is the most intimate part, but also one of the most important." He quickly dropped to his knees in front of her and placed the tip of the tape by her ankle before starting to lift it towards her crotch.

As Gabby looked down on his glistening bald patch she heard him tut, yet before he could even open his mouth she figured out what he wanted her to do. "Wait, wait, I know what to do." She smiled at his questioning expression.

"I need to take off these trousers don't I?" Gabby was delighted that she had come up with the idea before him. Unfastening her trousers, she kicked them off, leaving Frank wondering exactly how dumb she truly was.

The hottest woman he had ever seen was now standing in front of him with just her panties on, and damp panties at that. The temptation was too much for him; diving forwards he latched onto her cotton panties and inhaled the smell of her teenage arousal. The smell drove him crazy with lust. Paying no attention whatsoever to her little mutters of protest, he took hold of her panties and pulled them down exposing her shaven pussy to his gaze. Now he went in for the kill, flicking at her pussy lips before finding her opening. He sucked hard, trying to get all of her sweet nectar into his mouth that he could.

Gabby's limited brain couldn't quite grasp exactly what was happening to her as the pleasures coursed through her body, cutting off her what little lucid thought processes she had. Unable to hold it in, she let out a loud moan as her pussy lips started to quiver in excitement, spurring Frank to dive deeper inside her cunt. "Fucking hell!" She gasped.

"Oh God your tongue feels so good inside me." She grabbed hold of Frank's sweaty head and pushed him deeper into her crotch. 

"Deeper, deeper inside me, I'm gonna cum." She yelled as she ground herself against his face. 

"Fuuuccckkk yes!!..." She screamed as she soaked his face with her juices her eyes rolled whilst her knees shuddered. 

Panting heavily as she recovered from her orgasm, she gasped loudly when she felt the cold metal of the tape hit the inside of her leg. 

"Inside leg, 34 inches," he announced to no one in particular still hungrily licking his lips. He watched her blink rapidly waiting as she slowly came to her senses. 

"Now my apprentice, you need to show me how much you have learnt from me." He smiled as he stood up and stretched out his arms expecting her to start measuring him.

Instead he watched her bend over and pick up her clothes putting his foot on her top he motioned her to get up. "Come on, come on, the sooner you start on me the sooner I'll let you leave to go home."

Quickly forgetting about her clothes she picked up the tape lying on the floor and faced him. She looked at him, "um, I think you need to take off your suit jacket." 

Frank wasn't in the best shape of his life, but if a pretty naked teenage girl asks you to do something that involved disrobing for her, you definitely don't question them. And so a short while later Frank found himself standing there topless with Gabby measuring his arms, then his neck, chest and stomach. 

Frank growled as he felt her skin press against his, her breasts squashing in between them as she measured his chest. All too soon she finished measuring him and released him from her embrace announcing that she would be measuring his legs next. 

He silently prayed that she would take the initiative and repeat exactly what he had done to her, and for some reason his prayers were answered. Her hands went to his trouser latch, undoing them before pulling them down, along with his underpants. 

Watching her mouth grow bigger as her eyes stared wide with wonder at his cock he felt the pride well up inside him. Thicker and larger than the average, it was a shame that the most amount of company it had was his right hand. 

"It must be at least eight inches," she whispered. A dream like state took hold of her body as she wondered what it would feel like, both in her hand and inside her. Only the twitch of his cock brought her back to earth. 

Realising that she needed to finish measuring him she placed the start of the tape just below his ankle and slowly started to move her other hand up higher towards his crotch. 

"Twenty-three inches" she said, grateful it was all over. Unfortunately his condescending voice cut short her joy.

"Uh... uh no, I don't think you quite did that correctly. You didn't measure my whole inside leg, you stopped just short. If you do that with customers, then you will have men wearing sagging trousers. They might as well show their boxers to the world, or skate and listen to Ozzy Osbourne or whoever... and you will be out of a job!"

It took her a while but eventually she moved to measure him, once more she started at the same place before edging closer to his hanging balls. She got as close as she dared until she felt her hand briefly knock against his sack, mortified that she had got so close she yanked away.

"NO! No, come on you're not doing it properly, you must learn to do this properly young lady." He looked sternly down at her as he tried to shock her, "otherwise, with each wrong measurement you make, you will be fined per inch against your wages." 

Frank tried to add some authority to his voice as she stared up at him panic on her face. Keeping his harsh demeanour he suddenly smiled, "yes! Yes I've got it! I've just realised why the measurements will be wrong. My penis is not usually this big! This never usually happens with other customers ahem... um... there is only one way to get out of this." 

He shrugged his shoulders as if there was no other option, "you're going to need to relieve my condition to get me back to normal." He said all of this in such a matter of fact manner that Gabby couldn't find any argument to use against his words. 

Watching as the deep purple head of his engorged cock twitched right in front of her, she swallowed hard and reached out her hand. Stroking her fingernail down the length of his cock before grasping it firmly she quickly got into a well practiced rhythm. As Gabby pulled on his cock Frank groaned, delighted that his plan had actually worked. The only thing he hadn't reckoned on was his inability to hold off his orgasm. Reaching down he grasped at her breasts, pulling on her nipples as his own excitement grew.

"Ohhh God, fuck yes..." he half yelped as shot after shot of cum flew out of the tip of his penis, hitting her square in the face. It took him over two minutes until he finally calmed down. 

Slowly Frank came down from his high, trying hard to catch his breath as he saw his cum drip from Gabby's pretty face to her chest. Picking up the tape Gabby once more measured his leg "26 inches." She announced triumphantly.

"Brilliantly done Gabby, I couldn't have done it better myself. Every single measurement is correct. Well done indeed." He clapped her on her back as his other hand reached up to fondle her breast. 

As he pinched her nipple he leaned in close to her ear and whispered. "As a reward, I will let you can go home early." 

A quick cleanup later and Gabby was on her way home trying to figure out exactly what had happened. She was standing outside her house and she was still nowhere near working out how the past hour had unfolded. All she could tell for sure was that she had experienced the most mind blowing orgasm. She was saved from her confusing thoughts by the buzz of her mobile phone.

The next morning came around far all too quickly for Gabby as the loud alarm clock rang loudly, shaking her awake. Cursing herself for going out last night, she downed the glass of water on her bedside table and fell out of bed. Noting that she was tight for time she quickly finished her morning routine and ran for the bus. 

As Gabby got to the shop, she tried to calm her emotions before pushing open the door, immediately coming face to face in greeting with Frank's grizzled features. 

Not wasting any time, Frank started in immediately, "Right, same as yesterday then, do you want me to show you again or do you think you're ready to go straight into practicing on me?" 

Frank was delighted he hadn't been expecting her to come back at all let alone the very next day. But now she was here he knew that he was going to be able to manipulate her again. 

Whilst Frank was grinning inanely Gabby, on the other hand was still hung-over from last night. With her head ringing she didn't fancy trying to remember each and every precise measurement. "Um... I think it would be better if you could show me how, then I can practice on you some more." 

A short while later she found herself standing in the middle of the fitting room surrounded by mirrors topless for the second day running. Once again her breasts were squashed together by Frank's clammy hands with his tape connecting her two nipples. 

"Wow! 36 inches..." He shook his head in disbelief. "I still can't believe that these babies are real. You must be so proud!" 

Gabby usually would have taken it as a compliment, but with his hands mauling at her breasts, she was anything but proud at that moment. As he went to fall to his knees, she had a sudden flashback to yesterday, gagging at the memory she stopped him.

"I think I'm ready to practice on you now," her voice sounded more panicked than she had intended but it had the desired affect as he stepped back from her.

"Well then it's your turn to measure me. Are you ready?" He smiled at her happy in the knowledge that he was better prepared today. He had already cum that morning as he relived his measuring session with Gabby the day before, now he was ready for round two.

"I think I might as well just get naked right now it'll save time later." He stated simply before stripping, ignoring the grimace from Gabby as he threw his shirt to the corner, quickly followed by his trousers and then finally his boxers. 

Gabby had wished never to see a naked old man again in her life, but clearly today her wish would not be granted. Sighing in frustration she took the tape measure and slowly began to take his arm, chest, stomach and neck measurements.

Though she took as much time as possible on his torso she knew that she couldn't stop the inevitable and so, reluctantly, she dropped down to her knees. Trying to avoid his semi rigid cock she slowly reached out with the tape only to see his shaft grow in length in front of her captive eyes.

Frank coughed bringing her eyes up to his, "whenever you're ready I think you will need to relieve me you know just so that you can measure me effectively." Frank smiled as reassuringly as he could manage. 

Expecting him to explode early again, she grabbed his hand and began to stroke it, winching each time he jerked. However still nothing happened and Gabby was starting to tire. Even though she kept changing hands and despite being a good forty years younger than Frank she could feel her muscles start to cramp. 

"I don't think I can do this for much longer please tell me you are close," Gabby pleaded.

"Look your hand feels great, but it just isn't enough stimulation for me this time. Um... why don't you take your efforts up to the next level?" The optimism was evident in his voice so much so that even Gabby knew exactly what he was suggesting. 

Mentally gagging at the thought, she swapped her hands again, trying to lessen the dull ache of her overused muscles. Yet it had no effect cursing everyone and everything she knew she had no options open to her. 

Resigned to her fate, she removed her hand from his cock. She wrinkled her nose as smelling his odour was bad enough, let alone having to taste it. "Just tell me when you're gonna to cum, alright."

"Yeah yeah, whatever love, just open your mouth and get to work!" He grunted before groaning as he felt her mouth swallow the tip of his cock. 

"Yessss!" the word came out like a hiss as Gabby continued to engulf his cock, sucking hard sensing the taste of cum overpowered her other senses. Frank couldn't believe it. It had been forever since he had experienced a warm, wet mouth surrounding his cock, and now here he was with a teenage beauty on her knees with her mouth clamped tight around his cock. 

Placing his hands on the back of her head he guided her head up and down, groaning as he encouraged her to take more of his cock into her mouth. Letting her up long enough to take a breath he took a firmer hold of her hair and thrust his cock into her mouth again until finally he had his entire length embedded in her sweet mouth. 

Gabby could feel the pulsating cock throb as she sucked harder wondering when this ordeal would be over. With a pleading look in her eyes she glanced up at him but instead of taking pity on her and slowing down, her look only seemed to spur him on. With her nose smashed against his sweaty groin she tried hard to relax her throat gurgling loudly as his full balls swung up and hit her chin. Knowing it was only a matter or seconds before he came, he gripped her hair tighter and let out a howl as his cock erupted violently in her mouth. 

"Oh fuck yes! Ahhhh" he growled as he held her head down giving Gabby no other option but to start swallowing.

He continued to shoot more of his spunk in her mouth as she fought against her natural urge to gag. His sickly seed trickled slowly down her throat whilst she swallowed hard. 

Eventually he stopped, releasing his tight grip and allowing her to fall back gasping for air, cum dripping from the sides of her mouth. "You said you were going to tell me when you were going to cum." Each word spluttered out as she regained her breath.  

"Yes...yes I did," he shrugged before continuing, "but you never said I couldn't cum in your mouth!" sniggering he saw that she was about to protest and so he spoke again before she could even speak. 

"Look, why don't I just make it up to you. Go ahead and lie down and relax."

Once again Gabby sported a confused stare but she still obeyed his demands. Lying down, she felt his hot breath on her nipples quickly followed by his thick wet tongue slobbering all over her breast, chewing and biting her nipple to erection. After the abuse she had just received minutes ago, her body was easily taken over by electric sensations as he continued to suck at her nipple. Whilst his lips were occupied with the upper portion of her body, his other hand had reached her trousers, pulling them down along with her panties.

Though her eyes were tightly shut she could still hear him spitting loudly as he removed his mouth from one nipple before returning them to her other nipple. She didn't have to wonder for long about where he had spat as he quickly pressed his wet fingers against her exposed crotch. Rubbing them around her puffy lips he managed to coax a murmur of satisfaction from Gabby. Grinning he spat on his hand again before pushing two fingers inside her hearing her grunt as he did. 

Raising his head to hers he began thrusting his fingers up and down violently, as she let out a loud gasp he seized the opportunity and forced his tongue inside her mouth. 

She had never felt anything like it before his fingers seemed to touch her pleasure button keeping her constantly aroused. As the pleasure coursed through her body he pulled his fingers free quickly, replacing them with his mouth. Biting on her clit he was rewarded with a loud scream escaping her lips.

"God yes, you dirty old man, you like eating me out don't you." She panted between each sentence as her hips thrust upwards trying to get his soothing tongue deep inside her pussy. 

Letting out a staggered gasp a wicked thought crossed her mind. Grabbing hold of his head she pushed him onto his back and sat directly on his face, grinding her pussy over his drooling tongue.

Frank was struggling to breathe as her forceful grinding coated his face with her juices, but he really didn't care! If there was a better way to drown than in a hot teenage girl's cum, he didn't want to know. 

Looking up, he saw her grab at her breasts, pinching her nipples as her groans grew louder and her pussy got wetter.

"You filthy pervert, your tongue feels... great" She gasped loudly as he forced his tongue deep inside her, flicking it as his top teeth slowly grated against her clit. Trembling she felt her orgasm began to build. With a sharp intake of air, her whole body shook as she started to climax, releasing a torrent of her female cum into his waiting mouth.




There's Something About Gabby Ch. 04



Eventually she calmed down. As her senses came back to her she could feel his tongue still lapping at her pussy. Exhausted, she collapsed to one side and shame started to fill her as the realisation hit her that a man nearly three times her age had made her orgasm once more. Whilst she was deep in thought, at least what passed for deep thought for her, she heard him mutter something about having to open up the store. Once he had put on his clothes he licked his lips whilst he watched Gabby getting dressed. When she was covered up once again he was finally able to tear his eyes from her. 

Unlocking the shop entrance he shuffled to the backroom to start working on some trousers. The rest of the day passed uneventfully, as there were no customers at all. Gabby meanwhile was tasked to sort out the bottom drawers of the filing cabinet she had thought of asking why the upper drawers didn't need sorting out but she bit her tongue. Frank knew exactly what he was doing, seeing her delightful ass wiggle in front of him as she bent over to sort the papers was a perfect way to spend the morning. 

It was nearing four in the afternoon when Frank remembered his only appointment of the day. He was due to fit a suit for a young schoolboy. If the parents had the money, then he could just about stand a spoilt kid for the hour. However, he had a bigger problem than the pending appointment at that moment, thanks to Gabby's hypnotic ass his cock was now straining against his trousers.

"Gabby!! I'm going to need your help. Now please," he yelled out for her.

"I'm coming!" She hollered as she came running into the back room. She stopped abruptly at the door when she saw Frank. There he stood with his trousers around his ankles and his raging erection pointing straight at her.

"Listen I have an eleven year old spoilt brat coming. He will be here in about twenty minutes and he needs to be measured... and I have a problem," Frank shrugged as he pointed towards his very obvious erection. "I've been trying to get this thing to go away since this morning and you're the only one who can do it for me." He waited for her to make a move but she was still frozen in the doorway, "so if you don't mind!"

Finally she managed to find her voice, "so you want me to measure this kid for you then?" 

He shook his head in amazement he couldn't believe how dumb one person could be. 

"No, no... you have missed the point totally. You'll need at least six more teaching sessions before I can set you loose on the public." He smiled at her, "besides, having someone like you to measure him would probably be too much for the young man." 

He looked at her and then gestured down to his cock once again. "Just relieve me now, otherwise we lose a customer and you will be losing this month's wages," he told her impatiently.

Shaking herself awake she walked towards him keeping her eyes fixed to floor before she dropped to her knees. For the second time that day Gabby reached out and took a hold of his cock. 

"You have ten minutes to save your pay cheque, so you best raise your game." He informed her as she opened her mouth allowing him to thrust his hips forward, his fattened cock basking in the warmth of her mouth.

Throwing his head back he groaned loudly as he let her do all the work, taking more of his cock until his tip invaded her throat. "Five minutes left... you know, you can always use your tits to help speed this up," he smirked at her as he licked his lips.

"What is with guys and my boobs" she muttered as she unbuttoned her blouse exposing her bra encased breasts. 

"Oh my, that's it. Leave it just like that." Stepping forward he took hold of his shaft and placed it underneath her bra strap sighing as he felt it cushion in between her vast cleavage. 

Thrusting up his hips, he forced apart her breasts as his tip poked out at the top. Taking hold of her hair he pushed her head down whilst his hips picked up speed. 

"Stick your tongue out," he ordered. 

She knew immediately what he wanted as she reluctantly complied. Each time his cock emerged from her cleavage she sucked the tip in before it disappeared again. 

Lengthening his thrusts he felt himself get closer to orgasm. "Fucking... amazing... oh God yes, quick open your mouth." Pulling his cock free he thrust into her mouth as he exploded for the third time that day.

Stepping back to admire his handiwork he watched the cum trickle from her open mouth and down onto her stomach. Frank's afterglow however, was interrupted by a sharp knock on the shop door. Pulling up his pants, he sprayed some aftershave onto his crotch as he left Gabby on all fours with her shirt open and her hair in a mess.

The kid was just as Frank expected, obnoxious, and also demanding of everything under the sun to make him look good. Whilst Frank tried to please the kid in the next room, Gabby was trying to make herself look presentable. She knew the clientele of Frank's shop were wealthy, and she really wanted a part of that wealth but to do that she needed to be out there. Hurrying as quickly as possible to fix her make up, Frank's nimble fingers were finishing up the measuring session with the boy. 

Smiling to the father he ushered him over to the shop counter, he added up the figures before speaking to the man and presenting the total due. 

"Thank you very much sir. If you just leave your deposit here I'll get working on it as soon as possible. Though if you need it urgently, I can get it finished in two weeks for an extra five thousand," he fiddled with his pen as he waited for an answer. 

It usually took him two weeks to complete a suit, but every chance he got to make money he willingly grabbed it with both hands.

"Get it done in three days and I'll give you five times that." The man turned and headed for the door shouting behind as he pushed his son from the shop, "call me when you're done," and with that he left leaving Frank alone with the challenge handing in the air.

"Twenty grand for three days work... that's enough to pay for Gabby's wage for two years!" he muttered still congratulating himself as he walked to the backroom finding Gabby trying to flatten her hair. 

Smiling at her he placed his hand on her bum and gently squeezed, "there you are. Look I'm closing early for the day so you can go home now and come in around midday tomorrow." 

Once more she found herself utterly confused, wondering whether his good deal was another ploy. Shrugging away her concerns she decided to take advantage of his generosity, so picking up her bag, she hurried from the store.

After Gabby left, the hours ticked past with Frank busily working on the suit, not stopping until four in the morning when he had finished the trousers. Rolling over to the corner of the floor, he grabbed some fabrics from the shelves and covered himself up before dropping off to sleep. 

It was ten past midday when Gabby finally arrived at work. Pushing on the door she was immediately heard the soft sound of snoring coming from the store. Fear gripped her as her imagination started to go into overdrive calling out Frank's name she crept nervously into the fitting room. Finding no one there, she was seriously starting to contemplate leaving all together when she heard the snoring was broken by a grunt. Her curiosity had now got the best of her so gearing herself up, she peered around the door and saw a lump of fabric slowly rising and falling in the far corner of the room. Creeping up to it she tentatively kicked at it harder and harder until she heard Frank groan loudly. Looking down at his tattered clothes Gabby couldn't help but think that he looked more at home on the streets than as an owner of an upper class suit store.

"Um Frank, you're not looking too good today. You get any sleep last night?" She enquired as she saw his bleary eyes blink rapidly.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he grumbled whilst he picked himself up hearing his back crack from his poor sleeping position. Stretching, he walked towards the toilet and splashed some water on his face from the sink before tuning back to her. 

"As you can see, I have sewn a pair of trousers and half of this jacket, once I finish this it means a bonus for you and me." Flexing his fingers, Frank returned to his sewing machine. 

"Your first job today is to get me a coffee and some breakfast. Here's ten pounds be back in thirty minutes." He handed her the money and went back to work. 

Later, with her first and only job finished, Gabby sat in the fitting room reading her latest celebrity magazine, waiting until she was allowed to leave. 

The caffeine coursed through Frank's body, giving him the energy boost he badly needed. Every so often his mind drifted to the beauty that was sitting in the other room and her talented mouth. It was only a matter of time until he could feel his cock start to swell and strain against his trousers.

"Um... Gabby could you come here please. I need your help." He tried to sound cheerful, but his voice still gave Gabby goose bumps as she walked towards him. 

Seeing her enter the doorway he smiled baring his stained teeth, "Hello my dear, as you know if I can complete this for today then we will both get a lovely big bonus... but I'm having a concentration problem that only you can help me with." 

He attempted to use his eyes to get the message across to Gabby, but judging from her wide eyes and vacant look, it wasn't working.

"Um... I'm not sure what you mean. Do you want more coffee or something else to eat?" 

"That's not quite what I had in mind just listen carefully. All of the blood that should be energising my brain is energising another part of my body... a part of my body that you can help relax so I can resume my work... are you following me now?" Frank slowly explained watching as he saw the cogs of her brain turning to work out his intentions. Suddenly her face lit up and then darkened, as she finally understood what he wanted her to do. 

"If I get this done tonight then we can both get a bonus but if I take until the next day, then you get nothing, so it's up to you." He emphasised his words, trying to get her to understand what he was getting at.

It didn't take long for Gabby to reach her conclusion. Coming around to his chair, she turned him around to face her before she unfastened the top of his trousers, pulled down his zipper and pulled out his cock. 

His equipment stunk even more than she remembered, but once again she forced herself to stroke his rod up and down, spitting on her hand for lubrication. Opening her mouth, she took the tip of his rank smelling cock in. Forming a tight seal with her lips she sucked hard forcing a loud moan to escape his lips. Flicking his tip with her tongue she cupped his balls, massaging them as she looked up towards Frank's face, really hoping to see a signal that he was close. 

Frank's face was a picture of pleasure grasping her hair in two clumps he held her steady as he forced the rest of his cock inside her mouth. Holding onto her head, he began to thrust harder into her open mouth, smashing his groin into her forehead. He carried on ramming his cock into her throat, enjoying her warm mouth as he energetically continuing to thrust. With each thrust he kept his cock lodged in her throat for longer as Gabby spluttered and slobbered, quickly coming to the realisation that a different tact was needed. 

Forcing her mouth off his cock, she spoke in between gasps. "Please just use my pussy, please," she begged him, wanting this to end quickly.

Frank didn't know what he had done to deserve this, but he thanked the heavens as he watched Gabby strip. Shedding her pink blouse, her bra quickly followed as she closed her eyes trying to work out what exactly made her to say what she did. 

Dropping her trousers and her panties she stood in front of him as he gazed at her body with an overwhelming lust in his eyes. With a stupid grin on his face, he felt her pull him to the floor as she grasped his old but still very hard cock. Straddling him, she positioned his cock at the entrance of her wet cunt. 

She had no idea why she was aroused but the taboo thought of fucking this old man began to excite her. Deep in her own erotic thoughts, she quickly came back to reality as Frank, tired of waiting thrust upwards, entering her hot tight cavern for the first time. 

"Ohh fuck!," they both gasped at the same time. Frank, gasping in satisfaction whilst Gabby in surprise. Her tight walls stretched to accommodate his cock as it slid all the way in. 

Frank was in heaven, he had a tight teenage body impaled on his cock and he was not going to pass up on this opportunity, he was going to fuck her like there was no tomorrow. 

As she sat on his groin, she closed her eyes groaning as she slowly started to lift herself up. With her boyfriend away, she had gone too long without a good fucking and the pulsating warm shaft inside her felt so good. "Soo big!" she sighed as she dropped down again. 

"Fuck me!" She gasped, her clutching cunt was so tight around his cock that she could feel his throbbing veins against her inner walls as she began to fuck him. Frank could feel her juices flowing as he grasped at her tits. Kneading her abundant breasts, he pinched her nipples as he thrust into her cunt, grunting through his teeth.

"Oh fucking hell that feels good!" Gabby grunted. The words came out strained from her clenched mouth as much to Frank's delight, she dropped on top of him her hair falling over her shoulders as she pressed her breasts together offering them to his salivating lips and mouth. 

Grinding her hips she could feel his cock twitch deep inside her as he bit down on her nipples. Her breath became even more ragged as she felt his arms circled around her back whilst his cock pounded into her gushing cunt.

"You dirty man ohhh, you planned this all along and you wanted me ever since I walked in here." She shrieked into his ear, "Ahh yes your cock feels soo good." She gasped into his ear as she could feel her orgasm begin to build. 

Gabby was trying desperately not to cum on this dirty man's cock but she knew that it was inevitable. Pushing herself up, she screamed out loudly as his relentless thrusting brought her over the top. Still Frank was not letting up. Twisting her over so he was on top, he slammed into her while he licked his lips and watched as her large breasts jiggled. With her cunt spasming around his cock he could feel himself start to get close and he watched mesmerised, as Gabby continued to convulse in ecstasy. 

"Fuck me!" She screamed her eyes rolling back in her head before he clamped his mouth on hers, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth.

Wrapping her legs around him she could feel her climax roll on as his own orgasm took hold. Tensing up, his cock spurted shot after shot of cum into her pussy. He could feel her kiss him back as her orgasm finally started to wane. 

Releasing his mouth from hers, he grunted loudly as he buried his shaft inside her. His cock jerking several more times allowing the last few drops of cum to spurt from his cock. Feeling his body relax, he kissed her again before rolling off her.

Gabby felt his softening cock escape her abused cunt as she heard him pant wildly next to her. Grinning as the warm feeling from their fucking continued to rush through her body, she imagined that this was the first proper workout that he had had in several years and for some reason it made her proud. 

"Fucking hell you were amazing... I think you fully deserve the bonus!" His voice interrupted her thoughts, yet she could not manage to reply to him.

"What, the cat caught your tongue?" he smirked at her, "well then you can go home and rest I don't think your body could take me again today," he chuckled at the thought. Picking himself up and returning to his sewing machine, Frank was feeling a lot better than before.

She watched him start sewing as once again she grabbed her clothes and pulled them on, before putting a mint in her mouth and leaving the store. Slowly she made her way home, wondering why she had enjoyed having sex with him so much. When she got home, her mind started to wonder about what he was going to do with her after the weekend. She had planned to write down what had happened and perhaps tell her father, but then her eyes caught sight of the pool in the garden. With all other thoughts now out of her mind, Gabby pulled on her bikini and jumped into the pool.



There's Something About Gabby



Deciding that he needed more, he placed his hands either side of her head and thrust forward burying his cock deep into her mouth. In her attempt to protest, all she did was send vibrations around his cock. Moaning, he knew he was going to come soon.

Picking up speed he slammed in and out of her mouth, revelling in the gagging sounds she made as she struggled to cope with the speed of his shaft surging in and out of her. 

"Ohhhh fuuuuuck" He moaned as he felt his cum spray from his tip. He let out an animal like howl into the woods whilst his toe curling orgasm took over his body. Quickly his pent up sperm flooded her mouth, which she eagerly swallowed.

His arms punched the air in triumph as Gabby continued to suck on his cock trying to force more of his cum into her mouth. Unfortunately for him, he gradually felt his cock began to soften and drop from her mouth. Looking down he couldn't help but grin at her. 

"There now, tell me how much more smarter do you feel?" Simon asked. "But just remember it will take several treatments to really help you."

Licking her lips she thought hard, she didn't feel smarter, but she must be.

"Alright then, name a spice," he asked. Trying to test her while he watched her think hard, trying to rustle up an answer.

"Come on..." she muttered to herself. Simon's grin grew as he began to clap.

"Cumin, what a brilliant answer" Simon congratulated Gabby. "It's working already!" 

"But... I wasn't even thinking of an answer and it just came. Oh my God, thank you so much. When can I have some more semen?" She looked imploringly up at him as Simon just motioned down to his stiffening shaft.

Twenty minutes later and Simon had given Gabby another 'treatment'. As the two of them walked of the woods they couldn't have looked more different, Simon was smiling broadly whilst Gabby chewed furiously on a mint, trying to get rid of the fowl taste in her mouth. They had already made plans to meet up again the next morning at the park.

The next morning Simon met Gabby at the park entrance, and they proceeded back to the same secluded spot as yesterday. A short fifteen minutes later they both emerged, Gabby with a stomach full of his spunk. Thanking the heavens for his good fortune, Simon spent the rest of the day at school with a smile on his face. 

However, as he was leaving school, his mood soon turned sour as he realised he had a family party that night he was unable to skip. Reluctantly he had to tell Gabby he couldn't see her that night, but promised to make it up to her. 

Sitting at home later on that night as he started to feel guilty, he couldn't get her sorrowful eyes out of his head. He knew she wasn't going to pass the test, yet willingly she gobbled down his cum. 

Thinking hard, he tried to come up with a way to get rid of his guilty conscience whilst satisfying his lust for Gabby. The only way to achieve both ends was to make sure she passed the exam, and to fuck her. He didn't care in which order they happened. 

Now he just needed to make sure that both goals happened. If he got her to pass then surely she would fuck him in return as a thank you, but he needed her to pass first. Deciding against trying to teach her the normal way, he went for the shortcut of cheating.

Therefore, instead of meeting Gabby in the woods in the morning, he made his way to school early. Quickly he walked through the eerily empty corridors until he stood outside Mr. Shellard's room. 

Peering inside, he saw the classroom was empty and he let himself in, locking the door behind him. He could feel the adrenaline pumping inside him as he started looking through the unlocked filing cabinet. A couple of minutes later he found the test, silently thanking Mr Shellard for being insanely organised. He quickly copied down the answers down before exiting. 

Throughout the morning Simon waited, expecting Mr Shellard to accost him at any time and have him expelled for stealing the answers. Soon his mind began to drift to Gabby. 

It wasn't until after lunch that he managed to find her. As Simon walked past on the way to the toilet, he found out that Gabby had been dismissed from her class for talking. 

"Hey, I'm sorry for not seeing you last night or this morning but I have something to make it up to you." Simon apologised, though his eyes were fixed upon her chest as he continued. "Meet me by the park entrance at 3:40." He slapped her ass lightly before hurrying away.

Simon was thankful it was the last lesson of the day as his balls had been aching for relief. He hadn't had a chance to touch his cock since he met Gabby yesterday and was now in an extreme state of teenage horniness. 

When the last bell finally rang, signalling that Wednesday was over, Simon ran to the park getting there over ten minutes early. His exertions resulted in sweat dripping from his forehead. His eyes kept on flickering from his watch to the road, his stomach tightening each time someone walked past the park.

It was a few minutes before five, when Gabby eventually sauntered into view. He wanted to be mad at her for being late, but he just couldn't. She had removed her tie and unbuttoned her top three buttons revealing her ample cleavage, and each step she took, her breasts jiggled, hypnotising Simon.

"Come on then, you ready to make me smarter?" she asked excitedly. Her singsong voice showed no sign of apology for being late as she walked past Simon and into the park.

Stunned for a moment, Simon ran to catch up with her. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her into a tight hug, his hand quickly dropping to her ass allowing him to grope it as he apologised again for not being able to be with her last night. 

Patting her ass, he broke the embrace and continued walking towards the wooded area leaving a shell-shocked Gabby trudging after him. As she entered the clearing she saw Simon waiting for her, the test answers clutched in his hand. As she walked up to him he thrust them into her hands. 

"These are the answers to your test on Friday, take them and memorise them." He looked at her confused face. Though Gabby took her time to process the information, she was now totally lost. 

"But... but I thought that you said if I swallowed your sperm then I would become smarter and pass the test." She whined at Simon.

"Look I did some more research, and now not only does my sperm make you smarter, but it increases your memory too!" Simon lied to her. "I mean you've remembered everything that I've said! So with my sperm and the answers, you can't possibly fail!" 

"OH...MY...GOD!" Gabby remarked. "You're right. I've been remembering loads lately. I even remember what you're cum tastes like!" She clapped her hands as she squealed in delight, pulling him in for another hug that Simon was very happy to return. 

His hands snaked underneath her skirt and into her panties, cupping her bare ass cheeks as they over filled his hands. Keeping his hands on her ass he leaned away from her as he spoke.

"I'll tell you what," Simon offered. "I can come home with you tonight to help you go over the answers and improve your memory. It's the least I can do for you."

"That would be great if you could," Gabby agreed. "I'd be in your debt for like forever, but you will need to stay in my bedroom and you need to be gone before my dad gets back." Seeing him nod she wiggled from his grasp and headed for the park exit. "Follow me then."

She quickened her pace whilst her eyes scanned the streets as she walked making sure that no one was in sight that would recognize them. Upon arriving near her house, she ushered Simon around to the alleyway behind her house before pushing open the back door of her house. 

As he walked around inside her giant house he couldn't believe the size, if he weren't following Gabby then he would have gotten lost. Soon he found himself in Gabby's bedroom. He couldn't have missed it even if he tried. Pink wallpaper, pink bedding, pink everything, even the carpet was a dark pink.

Dropping her bag she kicked off her shoes before launching herself onto her bed with Simon quickly following suit.

"Let's get started, answers or memory first?" he innocently enquired.

After a short time thinking about the two options, she decided that she definitely needed help memorising all the answers. 

"How much mind sperm have you got?" she asked as she turned onto her stomach and wiggling her body in between his legs. She reached to unzip his trousers before pulling them down. Helping her out, he kicked his shoes and his trousers to the floor.

Simon thought to himself as Gabby wrapped her hand around his hard cock. First I get a blowjob in the woods, now a blowjob in her bed. I have all the benefits of having a girlfriend without the fuss. 

Lifting himself up, he rested his head against the headboard as he placed his hands on the back of her head. Pulling her mouth towards his hardness, she willingly accepted his shaft. 

She gagged slightly at the stale sweaty taste but with the help of his forceful hands she quickly took his whole length in her mouth. Breathing through her nose she kept his rod lodged in her throat as she licked the underside of his cock causing Simon to groan loudly.

"Aaahh, fuck yes, you're such a good cocksucker!" Simon moaned.

All too soon Simon could feel his climax nearing. He tensed up and his hands shot out from her head and clenched her pink bed sheet. His hips started to pump up and down forcing his cock as deep as possible into her mouth. 

With her head free from his hands she lifted her head up as she continued to suck hard on his throbbing cock. Keeping her tongue flicking around his tip she paused before taking his shaft deep into her throat again. Letting out a staggered moan, he released a torrent of cum deep into her mouth as she spluttered around his erupting cock.

Choking and gasping, she continued to gulp down his large offering until he finally stopped, lifting her head up she used her finger to clean up his cum that had escaped her mouth. 

Looking back down, she spotted some of his cum dangling from his testicles and immediately she bent down again taking his sensitive balls in her mouth. Satisfied she got onto her knees as she grinned at him.

"I think you missed a bit down there Kardashian," he joked as he gestured down to his slowly softening shaft. 

"Oh no" she exclaimed, as her cute face creased in concern." Will it be fresh?" He briefly wondered whether she was being sarcastic but then questioned why he actually cared.

"Um... It won't hurt to have it!" Simon encouraged her. His level of his voice began to increase several pitches as she took his dick back into her mouth, licking it all over until he couldn't take it any more. 

"There, all done!" She smiled up at him "I feel like my brain is going mental. I'm ready for the answers," she stated as she turned to face him again.

"Probably lack of oxygen," he chuckled as he watched her reach over to her nightstand and put a mint into her mouth. Pulling open his bag, he retrieved the copied answers before settling back on the bed. 

"Right, let's get started then," Simon proclaimed.

As they started to review the answers, it soon became clear to him exactly why Gabby was failing her schoolwork. She had the attention span of goldfish. When her phone went off she had to check it, which inevitably meant replying, and when she got a message back she had to send another one in return. It turned into a vicious circle. 

Even after he took away her mobile she still managed to find something to distract her. If it had been any other person Simon would have lost his temper. However, with Gabby, every time he felt himself about to let rip at her, he would look at her spectacular cleavage or her luscious lips and remind himself that she willingly and regularly sucked him off.

Finally he managed to get her to read all the answers, but it wasn't long until she began to complain. 

"Oww my head hurts, can't we do anything else?" she groaned.

"Well you obviously need to start concentrating, and I think I have something that can help," he replied looking down at his semi erect cock. She looked at her papers before eyeing his dick. In her mind she weighted up her choices, deciding his cum was the easier option she threw the papers on the floor.

Moved in between his legs she brushed back her blonde hair whilst her other hand grasped his semi-erect cock. Pointing it to her mouth, she quickly took it all the way into her mouth, relieved that it didn't taste as bad as the first time.

Bobbing her head she felt his dick expand, probing against her throat. Coming up for breath, she swirled her tongue around his tip before taking it back down, forcing her throat to open and take in his cock. Though she heard him groan, she could tell that he was nowhere near a climax yet. 

Dropping her tongue to his testicles, she cradled them in her soft hands before taking one inside her mouth sucking hard, and then swapping to the other one. Sucking them hard, she heard him groan before letting them drop from her mouth. Slowly she licked from his balls to the tip of his shaft, yet still there was no sign of his climax. 

"Are you even close? No guy ever lasts this long in my mouth," she questioned, the surprise was evident in her voice as she began pumping his cock. 

"Sorry Kardashian, I've just gotten used to getting blow jobs all the time," he told her, once more lying through his teeth. "All my girlfriends did it and it doesn't have the same effect any more."

"But I need your cum! Can't you just like wank off in my mouth?" she almost begged.

"No can do, I um... sprained my wrist writing down all those answers, you know maybe if I could see your fantastic tits, I'm quite sure that will help!" he nodded his head at her, his eyes urging her to remove her top. 

She hesitated for a moment before it dawned on her that she actually needed his cum, therefore anything that would help him climax would only help her. Rolling off the bed, she stood beside the bed as her hands slowly pulling apart her buttons, bringing her chest into view.

Shrugging off her shirt her hands quickly pulled apart the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. With her breasts finally unveiled, Simon couldn't help but gaze at her dark pink nipples. As she thrust her gravity defying breasts towards him he swallowed hard. 

"Is this good enough for you?" she innocently enquired, sending a sexual spark through him as he nodded dumbly. In a trance like state he crawled across the bed towards her. Opening his mouth he took her left nipple in his mouth and began hungrily suckling at it. 

His other hand rose to cup her right breast, kneading it between his fingers as he moaned around her nipple. Removing his mouth from her excited tip, he took both her stiff nipples, one in each hand and pulled, forcing her down to her knees while allowing his cock to nestle between her vast breasts.

"I've just found another reason why they call you Kardashian! Ever since I first saw your perfect tits I wanted them wrapped round my cock!" he grinned at her before spitting between her breasts, letting it soak her cleavage. Squeezing her soft breasts together he pushed his hips up, forcing his tip to split her cleavage before dropping back down.

Using the bed as a springboard he bounced up and down, rubbing his cock inside her cleavage. The soft warmth of her breasts was pushing him closer to climax as he increased him speed feeling his smothered cock twitched against her flesh. 

"Fuck! I'm cumming, quick swallow my load, oh God... I'm cumming!" Simon cried. As she pulled away from him she bent down quickly and swallowed his tip, sucking hard as she felt his cum flood her mouth.

Simon grasped her hair as he continued to deposit his spunk inside her mouth until finally nothing more came out. Collapsing, he whimpered as Gabby licked him clean.

"If only your test was in cock sucking," he chuckled as Gabby reached for another mint. 

Whether or not it was because she didn't want to suck his cock again, or maybe his cum actually made a difference, Simon wasn't sure, but Gabby actually started to put some effort into studying the answers.

Deciding to leave her to study, Simon put on his trousers before leaning over. He then took one nipple in his mouth, quickly followed by the other. She let out a yelp as he bit down on each nipple. Pulling his teeth from her chest, he covered her mouth with his before heading to the door, leaving her with a bewildered look on her face.

"Its called a Dutch kiss," he laughed as he left the room.

The next morning he met Gabby at their usual opening in the woods. Simon already had his pants down, his erect cock point skywards before Gabby had even arrived. A quick five minutes later and he was howling to the treetops as she swallowed another creamy load.

"You know your test is tomorrow right," Simon reminded Gabby. "I will be waiting outside your house as soon as we finish school so you best hurry up. We have lots of work to get through." he then smiled as he pulled up his trousers.

Gabby popped in another mint as she checked her make up in her mirror before turning around to face him.

"Make sure you stay behind me. No offence, but I just can't be seen with you," Gabby sneered at Simon, their activities of ten minutes ago a distant memory for her. Not looking back she walked from the clearing. 

School seemed to drag on even longer than normal for Simon as he tried hard not to think of Gabby and her body. He was enough of a social outcast already without everyone finding out that he had a boner in the middle of school.

He spent most of the day trying to retrace his footsteps to Gabby's house as he waited patiently for the final bell. When it did finally ring, he shoved everything into his locker and didn't stop running until he found himself outside Gabby's back door.

He wasn't waiting long when he saw the back door open and a breathless Gabby pulled him in. Simon shook his head whilst he looked around, he couldn't believe that he was actually inside her house again. Dropping his gaze to her shapely rear end, he carried on following her through the house to her bedroom.

As they got into her room Simon dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes into the corner quickly followed by his trousers. As he stood there, Gabby turned around, her mouth dropping open slightly. He grinned stupidly at her as he licked his lips. 

"I decided that you needed a little something to help get you in the mood for learning!" he smirked as she dropped to her knees in front of him and took his cock into her mouth.

Immediately Simon grasped her head, forcing her to take in his whole shaft. Pulling out, he slammed his cock back across her lips repeatedly. With each thrust, he felt his balls swing up, hitting her chin, as his exertions forced deep groans to erupt from his stomach. 

It had been seven hours since his last climax, and with his balls full of sperm, he was eager to go again. Feeling his balls start to tingle, he forced his cock deep into her mouth and let rip. 

Gabby was thankful that his load was smaller than the one in the morning as she swallowed it down. Dropping his hands he staggered to the bed and fell on it. 

Gabby meanwhile picked up the answer paper and started to read them, while chewing hard on another mint. She tried not to look at Simon as she concentrated on the paper in front of her. 

Again it didn't take long for the words on the paper to blur as she started to lose interest. Throwing the paper to the floor she fell back onto the bed next to Simon sighing loudly. 

"Nothing seems to go into my brain!" she whined.

"Look, you just need to keep on repeating the answers over and over again in your head until you can't remember anything else," he smiled reassuring at her. Slowly she turned back to her papers for ten minutes before throwing them away in an obvious mood. 




There's Something About Gabby



"It's no use, I need your cum to help me," she stated. Without asking him she got in between his spread knees and took his limp dick in her mouth. Licking around his shaft she buried her face in his groin. Her tongue slithered out, flicking his balls as he groaned, yet his cock didn't get any harder.

"I'm sorry babe but your amazing cock sucking skills over the past couple of days have left me exhausted. I'm gonna need something more for encouragement," he looked around the room, trying to find some help. "Have you got any porn mags?"

"Um... no, I don't have any here. Oh wait, I know. Would it help if I were naked? Do you think that would help?" she offered.

"Wow! What a brilliant idea. The sperm must be helping, I never would have thought of that," Simon sheepishly told Gabby.

Gabby was positively beaming with pride. She never had any good ideas, yet here she was coming up with something even Simon hadn't thought of. With her school uniform still on, she stood up and faced him. 

Her good mood quickly soured as she started to get nervous. She had actually offered to get naked right in front of a bloke no one liked, but she didn't have any other ideas. Slowly she reached to the top button of her white blouse.

She started to swing her hips as she popped open each button, gradually revealing her pale green lace bra. No matter how dull the school uniform was, she always felt the need to wear something sexy underneath.

With her shirt on the floor, her green bra quickly followed. Although Simon had already seen her tits before, they still astounded him and reminded him of their beauty. Seeing him lick his lips, Gabby continued her stripping. 

Undoing the clasp of her plaid wrap around skirt, she let it fall away, leaving her with just her lace green panties. Simon started to drool at the sight in front of him as Gabby hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, about to pull them down.

"Wait," his voice sounded hoarse as Gabby froze her thumbs hooked around the band of her panties. "Turn around and bend over and then pull them down slowly."

Though she found his request odd, she decided that he knew best. Turning around, she slowly bent over presenting her peach shaped ass to him as she heard him gasp loudly. Again, she took hold of her panties and began pulling them down her thighs. 

Her face was flushed with embarrassment as she exposed herself fully to Simon. Her rosebud came into view first, shortly followed by her dark pink pussy. To her shame, she could feel herself getting wet and turned on as her vulnerable position sent her imagination running wild.

With all of his blood now pulsating inside his cock, Simon just couldn't take it anymore. Jumping to his feet, he covered the space between them and took hold of her hips before thrusting forward, his cock piercing through her plump pussy lips.

"Wait... what the hell," her protests fell on deaf ears as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back inside her again, filling her tight pussy with his cock.

"Fuck me your tight, ohh God!" Simon growled. His dick now had a life of its own as it pummelled into her clutching cunt. Lost in his own lust, he grabbed her blonde hair in one hand. With the other hand, he took a hold of her heavy breast, pinching her nipple as his cock continued to ravage her pussy.

Gabby couldn't help but feel aroused as his long cock stretched her further than she thought possible. With her back arched, she felt him deeper inside her as he continued his attack on her nipples. She could only whimper as bolts of pleasure coursed through her.

Her pussy was now dripping wet as she felt him grind his hips against hers, his cock pulsating against her tight vaginal walls. She dropped her hand to her clit, rubbing furiously, increasing her already heightened sense of arousal. 

"Fuckin' hell," he yelled. "Take my super smart spunk! Oh My God" he cried as his hands mauled at her tits as he rutted against her, howling out in pleasure. Finally he couldn't hold out anymore, burying his cock deep inside her, he felt his cum fly from his tip. 

As his cum flooded her cunt, Gabby at first felt degraded, but there was something in deep inside of her head that enjoyed that feeling. Letting those feelings take her over, she licked her lips as she stared back at him.

"Fill me up," she growled as she felt him continue to spurt inside her. Just saying those three words sent a dirty thrill down through her body. 

His hips jerked uncontrollably as he heard his cock slosh inside her cunt. Smiling stupidly he fell back exhausted from his efforts. Lying on her bed, his chest heaved with each breath as he fought against his fatigue. Straining, he finally got his eyes open.

His semi-hard cock twitched as he saw the incredible sight in front of him. Gabby was still bent over, her abused pussy was dripping cum and her pink round ass was littered with red markings from the force of his thrusts. He dropped his head to the bed completely satisfied with his work.

Gabby, on the other hand, was in a state of shock. Here she was, in her own bedroom, bent over with cum trickling down her legs. The person who was responsible for her current condition, who right now was sprawled on her bed recovering from fucking her, she considered a total loser. 

Knowing that someone like him shouldn't even talk to her, let alone fuck her, for some reason she still wanted more of his cock. Letting her lust take over, she turned around and grabbed his cock. Straddling his waist she pointed it towards her sopping pussy and slowly lowered herself. 

Releasing a satisfied moan, she allowed his hard meat once more to stretch her pussy walls as she began grinding her hips, revelling in the feeling of her clit rubbing against his groin. 

Simon was elated as he felt the heat of her pussy push down around his cock. He couldn't believe that she was doing this willingly. All of his dreams were now come true.

"Oooh your cock feels great," she crooned. "I bet this feels better than your hand!" She taunted him as she placed her hands on his chest. She lifted her body up, keeping herself there for a moment, leaving just the tip of his shaft inside her before dropping down and letting out a squeal as his cock forced her open. 

She quickened her pace as the loud slapping noise of their bodies fill the room. With her tits bouncing wildly, her eyes rolled back in such a way that even Simon could see that she was nearing her climax. Seeing her like this gave him a new wave of stamina, urging him to send her over the edge.

Lifting his hips, he grabbed hold of her waist with both hands as he kept her in position he dropped his hips. Looking down, he groaned as he saw his mushroom head caught in between her fat pussy lips. Thrusting up into her, he enjoyed the sound they made as they connected. Gritting his teeth, he began to pick up the pace taking pleasure in the effect he had on her tits.

Gabby closed her eyes and she let out a series of staggered groans as her pussy tightened, gripping his cock. He saw her take in a deep breath just before her head shot back. She let out a scream as she fell into the clutches of her orgasm.

Simon kept on pounding into her, letting out a series of grunts as the feel of her spasming muscles flexed around his cock. Dropping his hips to the bed Simon took hold of her head pulling her face towards his open mouth. Kissing her fiercely he resumed fucking her, feeling his own orgasm approach.

Gabby was starting to love the feeling of being used. Her climax was still rolling on inside as she tried to force more of his cock deep inside her. Grinding against him, she rotated her hips as she pulled her nipples, trying anything to keep her pleasure rushing through her.

Seeing her writhe about above him, Simon couldn't resist slapping her ass. Raising his hand he brought it down hard, feeling the tight flesh give way to his hand. She let out a howl as the sudden pain collided with her pleasure sending her over the top. 

"Oh God yes, Spank me, I need it. Please!" she begged.

Simon couldn't believe his ears. She actually wanted him to slap her ass. Not being one to disappoint, he raised his hand before bringing it down hard, feeling her ass ripple again from the impact. As they both gasped, the sound alone caused Simon to cum. 

With each spank on her ass he deposited another squirt in her, filling her up for the second time. Gabby was starting to feel her ass heat up with each spank, her body felt on fire and she loved it. Kissing him hard she experienced her body quivering as she peaked again. 

Simon rolled on top of her, keeping his tongue and cock inside her as he slowly felt her body stop shuddering. 

"Fuckin' hell Gabby, that was awesome," Simon grinned at her as he realised that the girl he had lusted after for years had just had multiple orgasms, all because of his cock. Kissing her once more he rolled off her. 

"What the hell was that," Gabby moaned. "You practically raped me." Her senses were slowly coming back to her, as what had just happened starting to sink in.

"Um... well... you know my sperm can't only be taken in orally, Kardashian. It must be taken in other ways, you know, to spread the smartness," he smiled at her, trying to look reassuring as he continued speaking.

"So because I care for you, I thought your mouth had had enough, so I used your pussy. I was only doing it for you, and besides you seemed to enjoy it," he laughed as he saw her face masked in concentration.

"Of course I knew that it all goes to the same place," she beamed back at him. "I can't believe how nice you are to me. I mean your right, my throat really has been getting pretty sore lately, and any hole's a goal." She had no idea what this meant, but it sounded like the right thing to say.

As Gabby went to pick out a mint she noticed how much time had gone by. Panicking, she threw Simon's trousers and shoes at him, hissing at him to leave. 

Simon was actually relieved to be leaving. He didn't fancy having to explain to Gabby's father what he was doing there. Rushing from the house he practically skipped home, a look of both wonder and ecstasy on his face.

The next day was Friday, and the test day for Gabby. She hadn't gotten much sleep as she tried to memorise the answers deep into the night. For the first time, she got to their meeting place early, rather than fashionably late. She stood by the wooded park opening, her attention occupied by the paper with the answers.

When Simon did finally show up, she ran to him and pulled down his trousers, taking out his cock and eagerly starting to suck on it, not stopping until he filled her mouth. However, there was no rest for him, as Gabby didn't stop sucking him. He stayed hard, with no chance to lose his stiffness.

"Bloody hell, that is best way to be welcomed!" He grinned as she pulled off his cock and pushed him onto the ground. Mounting him she rode him hard until they were both satisfied. 

As they began to put there clothes back on, Simon started to think that after Gabby's test this afternoon, he had no hold over Gabby. He knew that he needed to take advantage of the little time he had left to get off with Gabby.

"Look, at lunch, why don't we meet up?" Simon suggested to Gabby. "The storage cupboard in the gym is a good place, there is no way anyone would see us," his heart and his cock leaped as Gabby readily agreed. 

Again Simon walked behind Gabby keeping his eyes hooked on her swaying ass. When they got to school the two of them parted ways. As promised the two of them met up in the gym cupboard, they spent the entire lunch break in there, Simon dispensing two more loads inside Gabby. 

They met up again just before the test, giving her a quick rundown on the answers before she entered Mr. Shellard's room. Keeping his fingers crossed he waited patiently outside.

Time was a funny thing Simon thought as he paced outside Mr Shellard's room waiting for Gabby to finish her test. As they departed from each other that morning time went painfully slowly as he waited until he could see her again. Finally, when he met with Gabby in the gym closet at lunch, the time flew by far too quickly for his liking and now time was seemingly going slow enough to go backwards. Despite his nervousness, Gabby had entered the room full of confidence, with a stomach full of cum and the answers in her head, she knew she couldn't possibly fail. 

Gabby didn't bother to look at the questions, blindly filling in each answer with what she had memorised. However, unbeknownst to either of them, Simon had copied the wrong test answers and she was failing spectacularly.

Once she had finished, a smug grin occupied her face as she handed Mr. Shellard her completed test. She sat back down again looking at him as he picked up his red marker pen and started writing a big red X next to each answer.

He marvelled at the stupidity of the girl. She had even managed to get the spelling portion of the test wrong, despite having the correct spelling actually written in the question. Looking up at her, he shook his head, seeing her smug look wiped from her face. 

"I'm sorry to say...well actually I really don't care either way, but you failed!" Mr. Shellard gloated. "I mean every single answer was wrong. Congratulations Gabby, the class hamster is more intelligent than you are!" He picked up her test paper, scrunched it up, and threw it into the trash bin.

She burst out crying, hoping to get sympathy from the teacher. It always had the desired effect on her dad. Keeping her eye on her teacher, she tried to see whether her crocodile tears were having the desired impact, but she could see that he wasn't to be fooled. Sighing, she wiped her eyes as she stared wide-eyed at him.

"Um... I think I had something in my eye throughout the test Mr. Shellard... Please just let me pass. I promise I will be good for the rest of the year if you just let me pass. It would mean so much if you could do this for me," her bottom lip wobbled as she spoke. 

She didn't have to wait long for Mr. Shellard's reply as he laughed loudly.

"Please, Gabby, don't take me for a fool. There is nothing you say that I trust," her teacher finally replied.

"Wait, I can give you money? I can give it to you when I come back to school," Gabby offered, attempting to bribe her teacher.

"You best be here next week on Monday or you will be kicked out of school. Now get out of my sight!" he barked at Gabby. He flipped open his laptop as he pointed towards the exit. "There's the door now use it."

All her dreams of next week's holiday flashed before her eyes as she stared in astonishment at her teacher. Suddenly, she had an idea. Ripping her blouse, she smeared her lipstick on her face before ruffling her hair as Mr Shellard looked at her.

"I'm going to tell everyone that you assaulted me, and then you will be fired!" She tried to sound threatening as he closed his laptop grinning widely at her.

"First off, not one teacher in this school would ever believe you over me, and secondly there is a microphone in this laptop. You've been recorded!" Mr. Shellard replied. The part about the recording wasn't true, but he decided to counter her bluff with one of his own.

He looked at her with her ripped clothing and smeared make up. Licking his lips, he started getting hard. He decided at that point to throw his teaching degree out the window for the next 30 minutes.

"You know I can let you pass this test and I will even delete the audio recording of you trying to blackmail me, but only if I get 30 minutes with your body," he grinned at her as saw her trying to process the information.

"Alright then, but I want to see you give me my passing grade now," she agreed. Mr Shellard could feel his cock strain to get out of his pants and into her teenage pussy as he scribbled down the grade change for her. Gripping her by the wrists he started dragging her towards the storeroom closet in the back of his classroom. 

He finished ripping her shirt off, unveiling her large chest. He groaned at the sight, before pulling off her bra. He squeezed hard on her breasts as he fed on each of her nipples. Pulling the skirt from her body, he then pushed two fingers inside her panties and began rubbing her pussy. Impatience overcoming him, he tore her panties apart and spat on his fingers trying to force them inside her cunt. Removing them, he spat again, smearing it around her nether lips easing his entrance.

Thrusting his fingers in and out of her, he could feel her start to moisten from his rough treatment. Letting the palm of his hand grind against her hard clit, he kissed her lips. Mr. Shellard had been taunted by Gabby every day, and now was his chance to get even. 

Picking up the pace with one hand, his other hand pinched her nipple hard, pulling it from her body as Gabby could only wince in pain. Soon his fingers were coated with her juices. With his cock now straining to be let free, he pulled his mouth from hers and took hold of her nipple, biting it hard as she tried to muffle her shriek.

Removing his fingers from her tight cunt, he pushed them into her mouth feeling her tongue swirl around them as he continued to feast on her nipple. Turning her around, he spread her ass cheeks and spat once again. Quickly he pulled down his trousers freeing his cock, grabbing his shaft he thrust it inside her.

Her tight cunt muscles clenched around his shaft as he pulled out before slamming back inside, groaning as he did. Taking hold of her hair he used it to control the speed of his thrusts. The small room was filled with the slapping noise of the coupling and Mr. Shellard was nowhere near finishing.

Dropping to the floor, he laid down ordering her to mount his cock. He sighed loudly as he felt her clutching pussy muscles grip his shaft again before she started to bounce on his groin, moaning loudly as she twisted her own nipples.

Wrapping his hands around her waist, he forced her down onto him as his hips began to slam into her repeatedly. All too quickly for his liking, he felt his climax near. Usually Mr. Shellard prided himself on his stamina but then again he had never experienced anything like her pussy before. He felt her muscles spasm around his shaft as he began to erupt inside her.

Gabby tried to move away from him, but his jerking hips continued to pound at her pussy. Slowly he started to calm down feeling himself relaxed whilst he dropped to the floor. Gabby felt his cock fall from her cunt as she fell off him, opening her eyes she looked across at him. 

"So do I get my passing grade?" She stared hopefully at him.

"For that performance you're going to get the highest grade possible. Oh God was that good!" he smiled at her as his hand played with her breast, tweaking her nipple whilst he spoke.

Swatting away his hand she carefully got to her feet, picking up her shirt and skirt she pulled them on before exiting the classroom. Picking a mint out of her purse, she chewed furiously and smiled broadly at Simon.

"Simon thanks for your help! But I've passed so I don't need your help anymore. I'll see you around." Her singsong voice should have annoyed Simon but all he felt was sadness. Trying to gather himself he picked up his bag and slowly walked home reliving every moment he had had with Gabby.

Gabby meanwhile was running home struggling to keep her clothes wrapped around her. When she got home a smile came over her face, she had actually passed the test, and with Mr Shellard's cum still pooled inside her pussy, she was now positive that she was a lot smarter than before.

(Thanks to Compleeter for the help editing)