There's Something About Gabby Ch. 02

by itscalledhazing

story tags: busty, schoolgirl, oldandyoung, dumb, oldman

https://www.literotica.com/s/theres-something-about-gabby-ch-02


https://www.literotica.com/s/theres-something-about-gabby-ch-02

Gabby helps the aged.

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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

by itscalledhazing (UID 1298984)

https://www.literotica.com/s/theres-something-about-gabby-ch-02

Gabby helps the aged.

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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)

Story Tags: busty; schoolgirl; oldandyoung; dumb; oldman

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