CHAPTER THIRTY THREE
“Hey, so...this has been fun, but I’m not quite feeling it. I know I said I was down to fuck, but I’m...just not feeling it,” Stacy said as they left the parking lot.
“Are you serious?” Gabe replied.
“Yeah...sorry,” she replied sheepishly.
“Come on, Stacy.”
“I’m just, you know, I want to go home,” she replied, a touch sharply.
Gabe looked around in silence, then spotted a gas station. This actually kind of worked perfectly. He pulled off the road.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I need gas,” he replied, pulling up beside the pump. Killing the engine, he pulled out his phone and navigated it for a moment. He found what he wanted, then turned to look at her. “Okay, I’m giving you one opportunity to change your mind willingly.”
Stacy immediately stiffened what. “What...is that supposed to mean?”
Her eyes were nearly flickering with lustful energy, and he realized in that moment that either she got off on this very hard, or she was hornier than he’d realized.
Or both, maybe.
“Will you change your mind? Come back to my place? Make this a fun night?” he replied.
“I said no,” she replied, more firmly now.
He sighed. “All right, then.” Gabe turned his phone around to face her, showing her the nude pic she’d sent him.
She gasped and tried to grab the phone, but he pulled it back out of her grasp.
“Where did you find that!?” she hissed.
“On the internet,” he replied simply.
“I was-that’s from a few years ago!” she snapped, looking at once both furious and embarrassed. “It was...I was a different person!”
“Judging by the amount I found, I’ll say. Now, by your reaction, I’d say you don’t want these pictures known to people in your life. So, do what I say or I’ll leak them.” He put his phone away and opened the door when she began to respond. “Take a minute to think about it.”
He slammed the door and pumped the gas. Occasionally, he glanced into the car.
She was sitting there in her seat, her arms crossed, her body tense, her face a mask of rage.
She was really good at this. And, as he finished with the gas, it occurred to Gabe that as much as he enjoyed it when he and one of the women in his life did something like this and she responded with fear or begging, he might like it better when it turned into a hatefuck.
Stacy was so fucking...defiant.
So was Krystal.
He supposed it made a lot of sense that it was more fun to dominate a defiant woman than a submissive woman.
Finished with the gas, he got back in. “Well?”
“Fine,” she growled through gritted teeth.
“Thank you,” he replied starting up the car.
…
“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention,” Gabe said as he closed and locked the door.
Stacy froze up. If looks could kill, he would be dead by now. She had such a good face for being angry.
“What?” she growled.
“I’m not going to use condoms, and I’m not going to pull out.”
“Uh-uh,” she replied immediately, turning towards him. “There’s no fucking way-”
“This isn’t a negotiation!” he snapped, stepping closer to her.
Her eyes widened and she actually gasped, stepping back slightly. Her anger didn’t vanish for long though. Like water rushing in to fill a void, it surged back into place furiously.
“You are a fucking dick, you know that!?”
“Fine. So I’m dick. Take off your shoes, take off your coat, and get upstairs. I’m fucking horny.”
She seemed to struggle for a moment, then just angrily kicked off her shoes, shrugged her coat off onto the floor, and began marching for the stairs. Gabe followed, then slapped her on the ass.
“Get a move on,” he said.
She had told him she wanted him to be handsy with her this time. Nothing overt like slapping or choking, but grabbing her and moving her around was not just on the table, but encouraged.
They got upstairs and he pushed the bedroom door open. He actually sensed the others around. They had two closets and the bathroom, and all of the doors were just slightly ajar. He wondered who was where. Oh well, didn’t matter.
“Come on, prep,” he said, giving her a little shove that sent her stumbling towards the bed.
Stacy whirled around, her eyes wide. “Do not call me a fucking prep,” she growled furiously.
“Why? You are a fucking preppie chick. Give me a break. You’ve got the outfit down to a T. Speaking of which, hurry the fuck up and get naked. I want that pussy.”
Stacy was turning red. He wondered if he should maybe cool it off a bit. Then decided he should, at the very least, keep it up. Stacy seemed to like being angry.
“Come on, come on,” he said, taking off his shirt and undoing his belt.
Stacy growled something under her breath and began taking her clothes off.
He watched her slim, fit body become revealed as each article of clothing fell away.
He realized he’d kind of forgotten what she looked like naked.
Which seemed ridiculous, considering he had literally seen a nude pic of her within the last half hour, but it wasn’t really the same.
There was just so much more to a naked woman in the flesh that couldn’t be captured in a single photograph.
They both finished stripping and came to stand at the foot of the bed. Stacy glared at him, her lips pressed together in a firm line. She began climbing on the bed.
“Ah-ah,” he said, and she sighed heavily. Gabe sat. “Kneel.” She knelt before him, glaring defiantly at him. “Suck.”
Stacy growled at him, then put his cock in her mouth and began sucking him off. Gabe let out a small sound of pleasure as he leaned back, resting on the heels of his palms. He watched her work. She was sucking him pretty intensely, her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes,” he said, like he was telling her to do something incredibly obvious, something she should have known for herself.
The look of horny rage she gave him when she snapped her eyes open was intense. The sexual energy on the air was nearly sparking.
“That’s it, suck that dick, you little prep whore,” he said.
She began pulling back, probably to argue with him about that, but he put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her back into place.
“I didn’t say you could stop, prep girl,” he said.
Then he grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her in the mouth for a bit. Not too long, he wasn’t sure how she felt about it. When he let go of her, she took his dick out of her mouth and scowled up at him.
“Do that again and I’m biting your fucking cock.”
“I’m sorely tempted to test that, because I’m pretty sure you won’t, but lucky for you, I want pussy. Up. Lay on your back, spread your legs.”
“I fucking hate you so fucking much,” she growled. “You are deleting those photos after this.”
“Am I now?”
“Yes. I am not doing this again.”
“We’ll see.”
She paused, half onto the bed, and looked back at them. “I’m not doing this again.”
“I don’t know, Stacy, you’re pretty hot. I think we could work some kind of deal out.”
She let out a huff of irritation, seemed not to know what to say, and finished laying down. He got on top of her, between her legs, her trim, pale thighs. Staring down at her, he rubbed his head slowly between the lips of her pussy.
Stacy shuddered hard as he made contact with her.
She was dripping wet.
“I’ve never fucked prep pussy before,” he murmured.
When she began to complain that she wasn’t a prep, he shoved his cock into her.
“Fuck! You fucking asshole!” she snarled.
He chuckled, grabbing her wrists and holding her hands down while holding himself up. He started stroking into her raw pussy, staring directly into her eyes.
“Jesus, you’re a tight fuck,” he muttered.
And she was.
But it was more than that. Now that he was actually fucking her bareback, he could get the full sensation of her vagina.
And holy God, what a sensation it was.
She was incredibly slick, and the heat felt intense.
Gabe could tell something right away: he was not lasting long in this pussy.
It frustrated him, because he was pretty sure she wasn’t going to be up for another round, but at the same time, it was probably for the best. Despite what the porn proclaimed, this kind of thing was, in his experience at least, better if it was short and sweet instead of drawn out.
“You’re such a fucking prep whore,” he said, grinning down at her.
“You are making me do this!” she yelled.
“Well, if you hadn’t been such a little whore, you wouldn’t even be in this situation.”
“Fuck you!” she snapped.
He chuckled. “Yes, you are.”
Then she cried out as he began going harder and faster, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the bedroom. He wondered how many of his wives were actively masturbating to this. Probably all of them. They were getting into the habit of that.
Which was an extremely awesome situation to experience.
Fucking a woman while several other women, all of whom were more or less married to him, watched and pleasured themselves to it, was a level of winning he hadn’t ever realistically considered before getting into this situation.
“I changed my mind!” she gasped suddenly. “Don’t come in me!”
“I don’t give a shit if you changed your mind,” he snapped, and laid down against her.
“No! Seriously!” she cried, then moaned, losing coherency as he really started pounding her.
She managed to start orgasming about two seconds before he did.
When it came, it consumed his whole internal horizon.
It eclipsed everything else. He wasn’t even sure of the sounds he was making as he came inside of Stacy for the first time.
He could feel it all coming out of him, could feel all her wet, strong inner muscles squirming and fluttering around his orgasming dick, almost like she was milking him as he came.
He thought of her getting pregnant and came that much harder as she bucked and thrashed and cried out beneath him.
Then it was finished, and they were deposited back into the present situation, just two naked, gasping, sweaty people in a bed.
“You can come out now,” Stacy said after a long moment.
There was a pause, then they heard doors opening. Gabe was still laying atop her, his forehead resting against her own, smiling the same smile she was.
“I meant that to go longer,” he said finally. He’d briefly entertained putting her on top again, making her ride like last time.
She chuckled. “I think it worked out pretty well.”
“Same,” he agreed. Then he kissed her, pulled out, and got to his feet. He offered his hand. “You want a shower and some aftercare?”
“Yes, please,” she replied, letting him pull her up.
They passed Ellen and Holly on the way to the bathroom.
“That was crazy hot,” Holly whispered in passing.
“Thanks,” Stacy replied with an awkward chuckle.
They headed into the bathroom, closed the door, and got in the shower. Stacy put the showerhead up to her pussy, cleaning herself up, then replaced it. Gabe grabbed some soap and began performing a combination lathering up/massage. She groaned gratefully as he massaged her shoulders.
“Fuck, that feels almost as good as the sex...can I trade you a blowjob for a full-body massage sometime?”
He chuckled. “Absolutely.” A moment passed as he worked his way down her back. “Did I hit a nerve, with the prep thing?”
“Yes,” she growled. “It’s annoying, you’re...
so good at this. At riding the line, down to a fine point, between pissing me off and turning me on.
I seriously don’t know how you do it. I’m glad, to be clear.
I’m impressed, if anything. I didn’t even know that would bug me.
But it did...but in just the right way.”
“I’m apparently just intuitively good at this.
I didn’t really think about calling you that, I just...
did. It just came to me.” He slid his hands around to the front, then slowly down her smooth body.
“So, we sorta skipped over your foreplay. I know you came, but...you want me to finger you into another one?”
She paused for a moment, then sighed. “Fuck, I wish I could have you to myself. You would be the most perfect boyfriend ever...yes, I would really appreciate that.”
“Good girl,” he murmured in her ear, making her shudder even before his fingertip found her clit and began a massage of a different kind.