The Gift of Gabby
“Hey, Mr. Giovanni.”
Antonio Giovanni looked up to see a pretty young woman in his hardware store. “Gabriella,” he said in his highly accented voice. The old man had lived in America for nearly forty years now but his voice still held its thick Italian accent. “What can I do for you?”
Gabby Brown smiled. Everyone else called her Gabby but the old shopkeeper persisted in calling her Gabriella. “I’m trying to find a job,” she said. “I was wondering if maybe you might need someone to help out around here.”
“Gee, I don’t know,” the proprietor said. “As you can see, I am pretty well set around here.”
“But I thought, I mean my dad said maybe you could use some help around the store.”
“Well, yes, Gabriella. Your father’s right about that. I could use some help around here. The problem is I’m just barely making ends meet as it is. The big box stores, they take away my customers. I could use the help, but I just don’t have the money to hire someone to do it.”
“Oh.”
“I am sorry.”
“Me, too. It’s like no one’s got jobs anymore. I mean, I know a bunch of my friends are looking for work like me and it’s like no one can find anything.”
“It is the economy.”
“I know that, but saying that doesn’t really help. You still need a job, you know.”
“I know. I just wish I could help.”
“Thanks,” the girl said and it looked like she was about to leave when she turned and looked at the storekeeper. “Mr. Giovanni, are you an honorable man?”
“I would like to think so,” the old man said. “Why do you ask?”
“I was just thinking of something, a proposition maybe, that might be to our mutual advantage.”
The old man nodded to himself. It wasn’t like he hadn’t heard this before. Even without hearing the proposition, he could pretty well guess that the mutual advantage would end up going more to the girl with almost none of it coming back to him, but still, he was too polite a man to say so. Instead, he just looked at the girl and he asked, “What did you have in mind?”
“Do you think I’m pretty, Mr. Giovanni?”
Those were hardly the first words that the old man had expected to hear. “Do I think you are pretty? Si. I think you are pretty.”
“I think so, too. At least that’s what the boys all tell me.”
Antonio Giovanni just waited. This had to be going somewhere, he figured.
“Do you think you have friends who would find me pretty?”
The old man stroked his chin. She was what, eighteen, maybe nineteen. She was old enough to be considered a woman, but really, she was still just a girl. Young enough to be his daughter ... if he’d had one. Young enough to be his granddaughter actually. Too young, really. Too young and too naive. Put a few more years on her and she’d have a few more experiences. Put a few more years on her and she’d be a woman but now, she was just a girl masquerading as a woman.
But that wasn’t what she’d asked him. She’d asked him if he had friends who would find her pretty and the answer was yes. She was cute and she was innocent. She had the vim and vigor of youth and all this talk of was she pretty had certainly stirred an interest within his loins and yes, his friends would find her pretty, too.
“Well?”
“Yes,” he said.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, I have friends who would find you pretty.”
“Then I think maybe we can do a deal.”
“What kind of deal?”
“You know about my sister, right?”
The old man nodded. The whole neighborhood knew about the girl’s older sister. Taylor was six years older than Gabriella but she’d gotten into sex and drugs at an early age and as one thing fed on the other, her life had fallen into a downward spiral that had ended with a drug overdose.
“My dad says it was the sex that killed her.”
The old man wasn’t so sure about that. Sex had played a role but it was the drugs that had ultimately done her in.
“My dad says if she hadn’t been so promiscuous, she wouldn’t have gotten in with the wrong crowd, and if she hadn’t gotten in with the wrong crowd, she wouldn’t have gotten into the drugs.”
That was probably true, the old man had to admit, and yet he couldn’t help wondering what any of this had to do with him but the girl was about to tell him.
“Daddy thought it was the sex that killed Taylor and he was bound and determined that that wasn’t going to happen to me so he took me to a doctor.”
“What kind of a doctor?”
“The kind that hypnotizes people. He made the doctor make it so I couldn’t have sex.”
“What?!”
“It’s true. I can’t have sex.”
“But ... but when you get married—”
“Oh he left an out, something he said he’d give to my husband when I got married.”
“But ... but this is too fantastic.”
“It’s true. He has two sets of phrases that he can use to turn me on and turn me off and I have absolutely no say in the matter.”
“But ... but how do you know this?”
“It was my mom. I guess she never really agreed completely with what daddy did. I mean, I think she thought the sex killed Taylor, but she thought I shouldn’t have that taken away from me completely.”
“I see.”
“So when I turned sixteen, she told me what daddy had done, and she also told me what the phrases were.”
“Okay?”
“So I was so mad at daddy that I thoughtI’d go out and have sex just to spite him. So I found a boy I liked and then I said the words that were supposed to make me have sex.”
“Yes?”
“And nothing happened.”
“Nothing happened?”
The girl nodded. “Nothing happened. I ... I’ve come to think that there’s something that keeps me from triggering myself.”
“Oh. But you could tell someone else.”
“But that’s just the problem.”
“What is?”
“I was so ticked off that daddy had that kind of control over me but while it was bad enough that he had that control over me, it wasn’t like I wanted anyone else to have that control either. I can at least admit that daddy has my best interests at heart but I couldn’t ever be sure about anyone else.”
“Okay?”
“So I’ve been looking for someone I could trust, someone who could use the phrase on me.”
“Okay.”
“But along the way, I’ve been listening to my friends. They talk about what they’ve been doing. They’ve been talking about how much fun they’re having. They all know I’m still a virgin but they don’t know why, but now, I just want to have sex and I really don’t much care who with.”
“Okay.”
“So I was thinking maybe you and I could make a little deal.”
“What kind of a deal?”
“Well, I was thinking I could give the phrases to you—”
“And what?”
“And I was thinking, you’ve got to have some customers you want to do something nice for.”
“Yes.”
“I could be the something nice.”
The shopkeeper just stared at the girl. “I can’t believe you’re even suggesting what I think you’re suggesting.”
“What?”
“You want me to be a ... a ... what’s the word? What’s the word for a man who sells prostitutes. Oh yes. You want me to be a pimp.”
“Mr. Giovanni!”
“Well, isn’t that what you want?”
“No. I don’t want to be a whore.”
“Then what is it you want?”
“I want the opportunity that every other kid my age has. I want to be able to have sex if I want to but I’m not charging any money. Call it a gift.”
“But the way I understand it, whoever used this phrase would have control of your body. You wouldn’t be able to not have sex.”
“That’s right.”
The old man just looked at the girl.
“But I want to have sex,” the girl pleaded.
The old man could feel something grow thick and hard when he heard the girl say that. It was just something about the way he said it. No, he told himself and then he told himself no again. He shook his head as much to clear that thought as to tell the girl no. “I can’t believe you, Gabriella.”
“What?”
“I really should tell your father about this.”
“No! Don’t do that, please. You said I could trust you.”
“Yes, I did, but this. Your father, he should know.”
“No, please don’t.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t know what he’d do if you told him.”
The old man seemed to consider that. If the girl’s story was even half true, then she might be right. Her father really should know what his daughter was doing, but he decided right then and there that he wasn’t going to tell him. “All right,” he said.
“All right what?”
“All right. I won’t tell your father.”
“Thank you, Mr. Giovanni. Thank you.”
The old man just waved it aside. “It’s okay,” he said. “Just get out of here.”
“You promise you’re not going to tell, right?”
“Yes,” the old man said. “Yes, I promise. I won’t tell.”
He was still thinking about her after she left.
He was still thinking about her the next day and the day after that as well.
It shouldn’t have excited him. The old man knew that but there was just something about the way she said it, “But I want to have sex,” she’d said. He couldn’t help it. There was just something about the way she’d said it that made him stiffen. He was an old man. She was a young girl, but still.
He growled at himself. Stop thinking about that.
That was easier said than done.
He wondered what her ass would look like. Probably nice and tight and round. He would have liked to have seen that and besides, it wasn’t like she was his daughter or anything like that. It was okay to think of her like that.
No, it wasn’t, he corrected himself. It wasn’t right at all.
And yet ...
It wasn’t like she came back into the store. That would have been remarkable considering that he’d already told her that there wasn’t work for her there. She’d moved on to other things and yet, they lived in the same neighborhood so maybe it was inevitable that they’d meet sooner of later.
He’d gone to the grocery store to pick up a few items on the way home and he ran into the girl picking up a box of laundry detergent and almost as soon as he saw her, her could feel his manhood begin to stiffen.
“Gabriella,” the man said.
“Oh hi, Mr. Giovanni.”
“Have you found a job yet?” the man asked.
The girl shook her head. “Not yet. I’m still looking.”
“That’s good. Keep at it,” the man said. “I’m sure something will come up.”
“Yeah,” the girl said in a tone that seemed totally devoid of conviction.
The old man tried to think of something else to say, something that might cheer the girl up but maybe it was just the desire to change the subject from something so unpleasant that caused him to say what he said next. “So, Gabriella,” the old man asked. “How goes your project?”
“My project?”
“The one you told me about the other day in my store. You know, when you came in looking for a job.”
The girl still seemed to be at a loss until her face finally cleared. “Oh,” she said. “Tha-a-a-at project. I decided you were right. I decided it was a stupid idea.”
Antonio Giovanni nodded knowingly. Finally, the man told himself. Finally, someone was thinking with their head on straight. He just wished it were him, but finally, someone was acting responsibly.
Only why wasn’t he all that happy with her response. But he nodded sagely. “You gave it up then?”
The girl nodded. “I couldn’t find anyone that I could trust that much. I mean, I thought I had you, but you said no.”
Maybe that was it. Maybe that was for the best, the man told himself, but then he couldn’t help himself. He just had to go and open his big, stupid mouth. “Well, if you ever need my help again,” he offered.
“You really mean that?” the girl asked hopefully.
“Sure,” the old man said. He was feeling good about this. As much as he might have been tempted to see her without her clothes on, this was for the best. “Anything you need,” he said. “You just let me know.”
“Cool. I’ll stop by your shop tomorrow morning.”
“Sure thing,” the still unsuspecting man said. “Come by whenever you want.”
True to her word, Gabby was there right as Mr. Giovanni opened his shop.
There was a middle-aged woman and a twenty-something man. The woman dashed off into the store while the man seemed more willing to take his time and all the while, Gabby just stayed and talked with Mr. Giovanni up at the register.
The woman came back with her purchases. “Did you find everything, Mrs. Holtzmann?”
“Of course,” the woman said. “You always have what I want.”
“Thank you,” the old man said. “That’ll be forty-one, forty-six,” the man said.
“Everything’s so expensive these days,” the woman scowled even as she ran a credit card through the card reader.
“Yes, it is,” the shopkeeper agreed.
It took the man a little longer but eventually, his purchase was rung up and for the first time, Antonio Giovanni was alone in his shop with the girl and that was when Gabby reached in her pocket and she took out a slip of paper which she pushed across the counter to the man.
“What’s this?” the man asked.
“Those are the trigger phrases,” the girl said.
“But I don’t understand.”
“You said you’d be willing to help last night,” the girl said.
“Yeah?”
“Well those are the trigger phrases. The first one’s the one that turns me on. The second one’s the one that turns me off.”
The old man looked at the phrases on the paper. This was it, wasn’t it? If he read the phrase, she’d know he was a dirty, old man, and if it didn’t work the way she said it would, she could tell everyone just exactly what he was.
But damn it, if it did work, he’d get to have her and if it did work and he didn’t use it, could he ever forgive himself for not using it?
“What are you waiting for, Mr. Giovanni?”
“Well, Gabriella,” the shopkeeper began.
“You said you wanted to help,” the girl said.
“I know, but—”
“Oh my God. I should have known it.”
“Should have known what?”
“I should have known you weren’t going to help me. Oh my God. I was such a fool.”
“Gabriella—”
“No, don’t. Give me that,” the girl said even as she grabbed for the paper.
The girl snatched up the paper and in a moment she would be gone but that first phrase was still emblazoned across the old man’s mind. The only question was did he have the guts to use it.
“Gabriella,” he said. “Petulant pink porpoises play prettily.”
The girl was almost to the door when she stopped and turned. “Oh my God.”
“What?”
“My body, Mr. Giovanni.”
“What about it? What about your body?”
“It’s ... it’s ... oh my God. It’s so tingly. Oh my God. I need.”
“What do you need?”
“I need you to fuck me.”
“What?”
“Oh my God. I can’t believe this has been kept from me for this long. Oh my God.”
The shopkeeper couldn’t help but watch the girl. She wasn’t exactly taking her clothes off but her hands were definitely playing with her clothes almost as if she were trying to make it easier for the man to fuck her when the time came.
“Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Giovanni?”
The man licked his lips. “Gabriella,” he said.
“What?”
“We’ve got to lock the door.”
The girl turned and looked at the door. “I don’t know how,” she said.
Of course, she didn’t. She’d never worked for him so she didn’t know how the door worked. He came around the counter and he flicked the switch that would turn off the automatic door and then he flicked the sign from Open to Closed.
“Now,” the man said, “tell me again what you want me to do.”
“I want you to fuck me,” the girl half moaned and half whined. “I want you to fuck me but I don’t know how.”
Antonio Giovanni still wasn’t sure if he believed the girl. Kids these days, the old man thought. It seemed as if sometimes, they just had no sense of moral character.
But really, that didn’t matter. He crooked his finger at the girl. “Come here,” he said.
And she came as she followed the man to the back of the store where he kept his office.
“What do you want again?”
There was little doubt of what the girl was going to say. He just wanted to hear her say it again. “I want you to fuck me.”
The old man groaned. “I want to see you take off your clothes,” he said.
“Of course,” the girl cooed. “I want you to see me naked.”
The man groaned. If the speed with which the girl was divesting herself of her clothes was any indication, she certainly did want him to see her naked.
“What do you want to do with me now?” the girl asked.
“I can do anything?”
“You can do whatever you want with me,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God. I want it all.”
“Anything, huh?” The man just pointed at his desk. “Get over there,” he ordered the girl. “I want to see you bend over my desk.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Giovanni.”
The man groaned as he watched the girl do exactly what he told her to do. Damn, he was right. She did have a really great ass.
“Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Giovanni?”
“Oh yeah,” the man groaned and he put his hands on that tight, young ass and suddenly he didn’t feel so old.
“Remember, I’ve never done anything like this before,” the girl cooed.
Oh fuck. He could hardly forget it. His cock found his way down to her tight, little pussy.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned when she felt where the man was. “Oh my God.”
Oh my God, was right, the man thought. Damn, she was tight. She was so fucking tight but it didn’t matter how tight she was. Nothing was going to keep him out of her pussy.
“Oh my God.”
It wasn’t quite a scream and it wasn’t quite a moan either but whatever it was, the man loved it and he just kept right on loving it as his cock kept invading her pussy.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God.”
Oh my God was right, the man told himself.
“Something’s happening,” the girl moaned. “Something’s happening. I ... I ... oh ... oh my God—”
She’d just cum. She might not have realized it yet but the shopkeeper certainly did and as her pussy suddenly tightened its grip on his cock, he could feel his cock cumming inside her.
“Can we do it again?” the girl panted. “Can we do it again?”
“W-what?”
The girl tried to back her pussy up against the man’s cock as if to give him an idea of what she wanted. “I want to do it again.”
The man shook his head even though he knew the girl couldn’t see him.
“Come on,” she said. “I want to do it again.”
“No,” the man said.
“Come on. I want to do it again.”
No. Wait a minute. What was that phrase? The one that would turn her off. It was something weird, something like ...
“Lively lemony lemmings leap lackadaisically.”
“Oh my God,” the girl cried out only now it wasn’t in the throes of passion. “Oh my God. Get off of me. Oh my God. Where the hell are my clothes? Oh my God.”
“Are you okay?” the man asked. It was a stupid question and he knew it but it was the only thing he could think of to say.
“I don’t know,” the girl said. “I mean ... I thought I had this all figured out but now—”
Antonio Giovanni said nothing.
“I think I just need to think this out.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
“Yeah, I think so. I just need some time to myself.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
The shopkeeper just let her go because really, it was all he could do. The girl had looked pretty shaken up by what she’d done and he wanted to help her if he could but there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot that he could do if in the end, she didn’t want his help.
The two of them dressed and Antonio let her out of the store and even as he did, he couldn’t help but wonder when he’d see her next.
It took her almost two weeks before she came back around again but one day, she just showed up in the store. “Hi, Mr. Giovanni.”
“Gabriella. How are you doing?”
“I think I’m doing okay. I just wasn’t prepared for the way I was going to feel when you switched me back.”
“I understand. Well, I guess all things considered, it’s a good thing we found out when we did.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well you know. Your plan ... what you wanted me to do.”
“But don’t you get it? If this happens to me every time I have sex, then I can’t ever have sex. I have to figure out some way to get around this.”
“You could always talk to your father and you know, ask him to take it off.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Sure you can. Just tell him.”
“Tell him what? Tell him that I know what he did to me? Tell him that I know that I’ll love the sex while I’m having it but I’ll feel like crap afterwards, and of course, he’s going to want to know how I know that. Should I tell him what we did by way of evidence.”
“Ah. I see.”
“Yeah. I can’t tell him anything. That’s why I need your help.”
“My help?”
The girl nodded. “It’s the only thing that can save me now.”
“What do you need me to do?”
“I need to give myself to you. I need to put myself in your hands.”
“Gabriella!”
“I need you to do it to me again. I need you to promise that you’ll fuck me.”
“But you know what happened last time.”
“I know. I mean, I know it felt good but I know what I felt like afterwards.”
“So why do it?”
“Because I have to.”
“Why?”
“I have to be able to break what daddy did to me. Otherwise, I’m never going to like sex. I mean who’s going to want a wife who can’t have sex. How can I have children if I can’t have sex, and I do want to have kids someday, Mr. Giovanni, but if after every time I have sex, I felt as bad as I did before ... I can’t see myself ever liking it. It’s going to be ... it’s going to be like I’m going to feel like I’m being forced to have sex and I don’t want to feel that way. You can understand that, can’t you?”
“I suppose so.”
“So I need you to do it to me again.”
“You want to make me the one who forces you to have sex,” the old man grumbled.
“It wouldn’t be like that.”
“No? How would it be different?”
“It would be different because I wanted you to do it.”
“I don’t know.”
“You said I could trust you.”
“Yes, but—”
“Well this is how I need you to help me out.”
“By making you feel bad?”
“Yes, actually.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I think it’s like breaking a bad habit. You’ve just got to force yourself to do the thing you don’t want to do until you finally feel good about it. That’s what I’ve got to do. I’ve got to force myself to have sex until I finally feel good about it.”
“You don’t need my help, Gabriella. You can do that on your own.”
“But that’s just it. I can’t. Daddy’s curse—”
“What?”
“Daddy’s curse. That’s the way I’m starting to think about it now. I mean, I know he meant well, but—”
“You shouldn’t say such things about your father,” the old man said sternly.
“I know, but—”
“There are no buts about it,” the old man said. “You shouldn’t say such things.”
“Yes, of course,” the girl said meekly. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have said those things.”
The old man looked at the girl, trying to decide if she was only agreeing with him because she knew it was what he wanted to hear or if she was actually saying them because she meant it. In the end, he decided the girl meant it and he nodded. “Well then, Gabriella, it’s good we got that settled.”
“But I still have my problem,” the girl said.
“You really want to go through with this?”
“Yes!”
The man sighed. “All right then. If it’s what you really want to do, I suppose we can do it.”
“Thanks, Mr. Giovanni.”
She hardly sounded all that happy about it but in a way, that was right, the old man thought. She shouldn’t sound happy about it just like he wasn’t happy about being asked to do it. “Can you come by my apartment this evening?” he asked.
“I guess. Why?”
“I want you to come by my apartment and we can do it then. How’s nine o’clock sound to you?”
“Why can’t we do it here like we did before?”
“This is my shop,” the old man said. “I can’t close down whenever you want ... well, you know what you want.”
“I understand.”
“So can you be there?”
“Yes.”
“Good, and if you don’t show, I’ll know that you came to your senses and you decided not to come.”
“I’ll be there,” the girl promised.
It was a few minutes after nine when the old man heard a knock at his door. For a moment, it had seemed that Gabriella had thought better of what she’d offered, but when he went to answer the door, there she was. “You’re late,” the old man said.
“Sorry.”
“Yeah well, I suppose you might as well come inside.”
“Thank you, Mr. Giovanni.”
“Tell me again,” the man said after the door to his apartment was closed. “Are you sure you really want to do this?”
“Yes, Mr. Giovanni. I really want to do this.”
“All right then. Petulant pink porpoises play prettily.”
“Oh my God,” the girl gasped.
“What? Is something wrong?”
“No, I mean yes. I mean, oh my God, I need to fuck so bad.”
Damn. There was just something about the way she said that that really made his cock respond. “Well now,” the man said laconically, “if you think that’s what you need, then I think you need to take your clothes off.”
“Oh my God, yes. I need to take my clothes off.”
“But not here,” the man said.
“Hmm?”
“Not here,” the man said again and he pointed. “In there. In the bedroom.”
The girl looked and then she looked back at the man. “You want me in there,” she cooed. “You want me in your bedroom? That’s good, because that’s what I want too.”
Antonio followed the girl into his bedroom. Sure, he was feeling a little bit guilty about what he was doing but the girl had said it herself. She wanted this. Well maybe not this exactly but she wanted this.
“So you want me to take my clothes off,” the girl purred.
“Yes, I do.”
“Well if that’s what you want, I think maybe I should take off my top first. What do you think?”
“Sure. I guess.”
“I want you to be more definitive,” the girl pouted. “I want you to tell me what to do.”
“Okay then. Take your top off.”
The girl grinned. “That’s what I want. I want you to tell me what to do.”
“Yeah? Then how about you take your bra off.”
“You want me to take my bra off? If that what you want? You want to see my titties. Is that it?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“How about my jeans? You want me to take those off, too?”
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“I’ll do it but you have to do something for me, too.”
“What?”
“I want to see your cock.”
“What?”
“I want to see your cock. If I’m going to take off all my clothes for you, I want to see your cock, too.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I’ve already taken off my top. How about you take off your shirt.”
“You want me to take off my shirt?”
“Yeah,” the girl moaned enthusiastically. “I want you to take it all off.”
The shopkeeper groaned but then his hands were unbuttoning his shirt. He sure hoped he wasn’t going to get into trouble for this but he already knew what he was going to do.
“Oh yeah,” the girl purred. “That’s it. Now we can take off our pants together. What do you say to that?”
The man nodded and even as the girl started to open her jeans and push them down past her hips, the man was doing the same with his pants.
And then they were there in just their underwear, he in his boxers and she in her panties.
“One more thing to go,” the girl said and the shopkeeper grunted out his agreement and with that, the man and the girl were both pushing their underwear down.
“Oh my God,” the girl gushed. “You’re so big.”
He didn’t think he was all that big but then if the girl was really as inexperienced as she claimed to be, maybe anything would look big to her.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Are you going to fuck me with that?”
For just a moment, the shopkeeper couldn’t help but wonder if the girl was playing him, but if she was, it was one hell of a hoax.
“I want you to do it,” the girl said.
“You want me to do what?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Are you going to fuck me?”
“Yes, I am but you’re going to do something for me first.”
“What?”
It was something he’d always wanted but it was something his wife, God rest her soul, had never been willing to give to him, but where she hadn’t been willing to do it, Antonio had the feeling that this girl just might be willing to do it. “I want you to suck my cock,” the man said.
“What?”
Fuck. He’d pushed too hard. He should have known it, he berated himself. He should have known she wouldn’t do it. “It was just something I kind of wanted,” he tried to explain.
“You don’t have to explain,” the girl said.
“I don’t.”
“Nuh uh. I just wanted to hear you say it again. I want to suck your cock. Can I do it now? Can I suck your cock?”
“Let me get this straight. You want to suck my cock?”
“Of course. Can I?”
“Sure. I guess.”
That was all the invitation that Gabby needed for she knelt down in front of the man and she took his cock in her small hand and she looked up at him even as she stroked his cock. “I want to thank you,” she said.
“For what?”
“For letting me do this,” and with that, Gabby slid her mouth down around the man’s cock.
Oh fuck, the man groaned. Oh fuck, that was good. Oh fuck, he wished he’d been a little more insistent with his wife all those years ago. Fuck, he loved this. Fuck, he loved getting his cock sucked.
And the most amazing thing was that the girl sucking on his cock seemed to enjoy what she was doing almost as much as he loved having her do it. Fuck, with the way she was going at it, the man thought, maybe more ... if that was possible.
“Mmm,” she was moaning against his cock. “Mmm yeah. Mmm.”
Fuck, that was good. He should control himself, but he didn’t want to control himself. What he really wanted was to let himself go.
His breathing grew heavier and more labored. He wanted ...
No. Control yourself, he told himself.
But he didn’t want to control himself. Oh fuck. What her mouth was doing. What her mouth was doing ... was doing to his ... oh fuck, to his cock.
He couldn’t help himself. He could feel his cum welling up inside him. It was his last chance to pull back before it was too late.
But he didn’t pull back and then he could feel it happening. Fuck. He was cumming in the girl’s mouth. Fuck. There was going to be hell to pay for that but he wasn’t exactly sorry. It was worth it. It was worth it to cum in the girl’s mouth.
“Oh my God,” the girl said.
“I know. I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?”
“I came in your mouth.”
“I know. It was so cool.”
“Cool?”
“Yeah, I loved it.”
“You mean it was okay if I came in your mouth?”
“Sure. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“But I thought ...”
“You thought what?”
“Nothing. I thought nothing.”
“So are you going to cum in my pussy now?”
“You still want me to cum in your pussy?”
“Of course.”
“I don’t know,” the man said.
“You don’t know? But you promised.”
The man looked down at himself and at his dick. “I don’t know,” he said. “I mean, I just came.”
The girl looked down at his dick and then she looked up at him. “You know, I could get that hard for you if you want.”
“You could, could you?”
“Uh huh.”
“I’ll tell you what.”
“What?”
“You get that hard for me again and I promise you, I’ll give you a good, hard fucking.”
“You promise?”
“Yeah. I promise.”
“Okay. If you promise,” and with that, the girl brought her mouth back again to the man’s cock and the man groaned all over again. He really hadn’t expected her to suck his cock but now that she was doing it, oh fuck ...
It wasn’t like she even cared what she was doing to his cock. It was only like she had only one thing on her mind. She had to get him hard again so he could fuck her and that was all that mattered.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
She kept sucking his cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again.
The girl pulled her mouth free from the man’s now hard cock. “Did you like that?” she asked.
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“You’re hard again,” the girl said. “Does that mean you’re going to fuck me?”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yeah. I want you to fuck me.”
“Fuck,” the man growled. “Fuck. Get over here. Get on the bed.”
The girl scrambled over to the bed and then she was lying down and she was looking up expectantly at the man even as her fingers fingered her pussy.
“Tell me again what it is you want.”
“I want you to fuck me.”
The man wasn’t going to waste time making the teen beg for it. He already knew what she wanted and his cock was already long and hard and that was all that mattered so with a low growl, he let himself slide between the teen’s legs.
“Oh my God,” the teen mewed even as the man entered her. “Oh my God. Mr. Giovanni. Oh my God. You’re so fucking hot.”
The old man growled even as his cock slid even deeper between the girl’s legs. Fuck, the man thought. Fuck, she was hot and fuck, she was tight.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned again. “Oh my God.”
“You like this?”
“Oh my God, yes.”
“I like it, too,” the man groaned. “In fact, you want to know what?”
“What?”
“I’m going to to cum.”
“Oh my God,” the girl groaned.
“Do you want me to cum in your pussy?”
“What?”
“Do you want me to cum in your pussy?”
“Yeah. I want you to cum in my pussy. Oh my God. I’ve never had a man do that before. In fact, I’ve never had a man do anything inside me before.”
Antonio Giovanni couldn’t help himself. He didn’t much care what the girl had had or hadn’t had before. The truth was his cock was going to cum.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God. You’re cumming inside me. Oh my God. You’re making me cum, too. Oh my God. It feels so good. Oh my God. I love it when you make me cum.”
That makes two of us, the old man thought.
He kept his cock buried inside her until he’d emptied himself and until her little quivering pussy had finally released his hold on his cock and it was only then that he slid himself out. “Lively lemony lemmings leap lackadaisically,” he said.
“What? Wha—Oh my God! What did you do to me? Oh my God!”
“You said you wanted that.”
“I know what I said. But you fucked me. Oh my God. That is so gross.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah well, it’s a little bit late for that now. God, I can’t believe you did that.”
“I said I’m sorry.”
“I heard you. You know what. Where the fuck’s my clothes?” The girl grabbed at her things but then she realized she had cum in her pussy. Did she try and clean herself up first or did she put her panties on with that still inside her?
In the end, she opted for speed but she complained again as she pulled her panties up. “Oh my God,” she said. “That is so gross.”
“I said I was sorry.”
“Yeah, but that’s old news,” the girl said as she stomped to the door of the bedroom. “Don’t call me,” she said. “Ever,” she added, and with that she was gone.
It was almost two months later when the girl finally came into the hardware store. The shopkeeper looked up somewhat trepidatiously. “Gabriella,” he said.
“Hi, Mr. Giovanni.”
“I am sorry.”
“No, don’t be. You were only doing what I asked you to do. It was my fault. I didn’t realize how badly that would affect me when you turned me back.”
“I understand,” the man said.
“I should have known my plan wouldn’t work.”
“No. It was a good plan. It was just poorly executed. We tried to go too far.”
“Yeah, we sure did.”
“I’ve been thinking about it,” the man said.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah and I think I have a plan to help you, Gabriella.”
“You have a plan to help me? How?”
“I can’t tell you right now.”
“Mr. Giovanni!”
“You said you could trust me.”
“Yeah, but—”
“That’s all I’m asking for now. Just one last time.”
“I don’t know. After last time—”
“I know what you’re saying. I’m just asking that you trust me one more time, Gabriella.”
“Are you sure you can help me?”
“I’m not going to make any promises,” the man said, “but I think I have the answer to your problem.”
“But you’re not going to tell me.”
“Not right now.”
“When then?”
“Can you come by my apartment tomorrow night say around eight o’clock?”
“Mr. Giovanni?!”
“Can you?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Then do it and we’ll see about doing what we can to help you out of your problem.”
“You’re sure this will work.”
“I told you before. I’m not actually sure, but I think I know.”
“Well if you think you can help me, then I’ll definitely be there.”
“Great. Then I’ll look forward to seeing you tomorrow night at eight.”
“Okay, Mr. Giovanni. I’ll be there.”
The appointed time came and the girl wasn’t there but the old man wasn’t worried. She’d been a few minutes late before.
Five minutes passed and then five more and still, the girl hadn’t shown and the old man started to entertain the thought that maybe she wouldn’t be there. He couldn’t really blame her if she didn’t show.
Five more minutes passed and then five more and by that time, the old man had pretty much written her off when he heard a timid knock and when he went to the door, there she was. “I didn’t think you were going to come.”
“I wasn’t sure I was either,” the girl admitted.
“But you’re here now.”
“Yeah.”
“Petulant pink porpoises play prettily.”
It took a moment for the effect of the phrase to kick in but when it did, the unease left the girl’s face and she looked at the man and she smiled. “Are you going to fuck me, Mr. Giovanni?” she asked.
“What do you think?”
“I hope so.”
“Well, why don’t you come to the bedroom and we’ll see.”
“Oh goody,” the girl gushed. “My favorite place to go.”
In a matter of minutes, the man and the girl had both removed their clothes and then they were climbing up onto the man’s bed.
“How do you want me this time?” the girl asked.
“How about your hands and knees.”
“Mmm goody. I love it. Just promise me you’re going to fuck me hard.”
“Oh, I think you can count on that.”
The girl moaned as she felt the man’s hands on her tight, little butt and then she moaned even louder as she felt the man’s cock between her legs. “Oh my God,” she moaned. “Fuck me, Mr. Giovanni. Fuck me.”
The man didn’t say anything. He just pushed his cock into her willing pussy.
“Oh fuck,” the girl gasped. “Oh yeah. That’s what I want.”
And still the man said nothing. Instead, he just kept fucking her.
“Oh God,” the girl moaned. “Oh God. I can’t believe I held off coming back here for so long. Oh God. I don’t know what got into me. I don’t see how I ever thought I could live without this.”
And still the man said nothing.
“Oh fuck,” the girl moaned again.
“Yeah,” the man groaned.
“Are you going to cum?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh my God. I want you to. I want you to come in my pussy.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
“Oh my God,” the girl moaned. “Oh my God. You’re doing it. Oh my God. I love it.”
“I thought you would,” the man moaned even as he continued to pump himself into the girl’s quivering cunt and it was only when his cock had given its all that he finally pulled out.
The girl rolled over onto her back and her hand easily found the man’s cock. “Let’s see if we can get this hard again,” she said playfully.
“Gabby, there is something I have to tell you.”
“What is it, Mr. Giovanni?”
“I told you I had a solution to your problem.”
Gabby’s hand stroked the man’s cock. “Do we have to talk about that right now? I just want to fuck.”
“In a moment, but first we have to talk.”
“But I want to fuck,” the girl said with a pout.
“I know you do, but this is only going to take a moment.”
“Oh all right, but can I stroke your cock at least?”
“As long as you listen.”
“Fine, but I still want to fuck.”
“Just as long as you listen and I assure you, this won’t take very long.”
“Okay, Mr. Giovanni.”
“You’re a hot girl, Gabby.”
“Thanks, Mr. Giovanni.”
“No need to thank me. I’m sure you know that, too, and I’m sure you know that I’m not the only one who feels that way.”
“Thanks again.”
“No need to thank me,” the man said. “You know that phrase, the one that would turn you back the way you were.”
“No, Mr. Giovanni. No. Don’t say it. I just want to fuck.”
“I know you do. That’s why I’m not going to say it ... ever.”
“What?”
“You heard me. I’m going to leave you like this forever.
Gabby paused for a moment and then her face broke into a grin. “Oh thank you,” she said. “Thank you.”
“I told you I thought I could fix your problem.”
“Mmm, and you did but Mr. Giovanni?”
“Yes?”
“Can we fuck again?”