Mister Gabe Ch. 03

My eyes were closed listening to my wife and with her words I could sense a gulf opening between us. Again I could feel Sara bend down over me. I could feel her hard young nipples being dragged up my back. She whispered into my ear, "it will be alright daddy. I'm sure it will." I could now also feel another set of hands -- Erin's -- starting to caress my legs, beginning at my feet and slowly, sensually, moving up my legs to end on my butt. I was now fully hard, but I didn't know if that was due to the girls or listening to my wife...probably both.

Jen hesitated in her response, then whispered, "yes Mister Gabe, I even like that." I could hear him tell my wife to tell me about being used. My daughter slid down my back, again dragging her hard nipples across me as she did. Sara ended up kneeling behind me with her hands on my butt cheeks. As Jen continued to whisper to me my eyes remained closed but I could hear/feel movement behind as bodies began to move around behind me. I could feel two sets of hands on my ass and the backs of my upper thighs. Jen said, "David. I've been married to Mister Gabe for four days now. He has given me to five men to have sex with...four I fucked, and one I just sucked." Again from the background I heard Mister Gabe tell her that that wasn't enough detail and that she needed to elaborate.

The squirming behind me ceased. One set of hands gently pried open my ass cheeks and then I could feel someone blowing on my puckered rear entrance. This caused me to tense a bit, but then I could feel a hand grasp my rock hard cock and pull it down perpendicular to my body -- pointing straight down -- followed by the sensation of a tongue dragging itself from my ball sac up to the head. At the same time I felt the body kneeling behind me -- I could only guess that it was still my daughter -- bend forward to gently lick my rectum.

Jen continued to talk, "you know that we left the house in a limo that Mister Gabe rented? I was naked, with cum dripping from my hair and on my body from all of the 'dancing' at the wedding ceremony." She laughed. "You remember that Dave?" I grunted "yes". "While we drove to the airport Mister Gabe lowered the screen to the driver and invited him to watch while Mister Gabe played with my body. He kept me at such a high pitch, and my cunny was dripping. When we got there Mister Gabe thanked the driver and asked him to join us in the back seat for his tip. The driver got out, opened the door so that Mister Gabe could get out of the car, and then with the flight crew and baggage person watching through the open door, the driver climbed in and pushed me back on the seat. He pulled out his dick and shoved it in me. I was so wet, and so hot that he slid right in and started to fast fuck me. I just lay there as he pounded me. I looked up through the window and saw the pilot of the plane watching. The driver must have been pretty hot too because he only lasted a few moments and suddenly he pulled out and shot cum all over my belly and breasts."

Cunny? Dick? Fast fuck? This just wasn't my wife talking to me. She never used those words, even when we were at our most passionate in bed.

The tongue on my backside was now drilling into my asshole, and the feeling was unbelievable. The lips at my cock had closed around it and the suction was building. I found myself starting to slowly hump the face between my legs.

"David, my love," and again I could hear a slap over the phone, followed by a muted sob, "David, when we got onto the plane, after I walked up the ramp totally nude, Mister Gabe complimented me but said that in order to service a male properly a whore -- and he meant me - ....a whore had to put more into the effort. I hadn't moved much while the driver fucked me....just took it. I guess that even after everything that happened at the wedding, or maybe because of that, I was still a bit in shock. Anyway, Mister Gabe said that I would have to thank the pilot for flying us, but there wasn't too much time so he would have to make do with me sucking him," she paused for breath, and I could hear her wiping her face -- the tears from her eyes?

"You saw the video from the restaurant? Mister Gabe said he sent it to you. So you saw me sitting in the place, crowded with people, naked from the waist up?" Again I grunted assent as I was having some trouble controlling my breathing. The twin sensations at my butthole and my cock were making it difficult to talk. "I had to go to the ladies room and Mister Gabe told me that I had to walk through the place as I was...with my tits bobbing up and down as I walked. The waiter who had felt me at the table followed me into the hallway to the restroom and as I got close to the ladies room door he grabbed my arm, turning me about to face him. He pulled me tighter into his grip with one hand on my waist and the other squeezing my boob. He leaned in and told me that he wanted to screw me right then and there. I started to struggle and all of a sudden Mister Gabe was there. The waiter started to apologize but Mister Gabe interrupted him telling him 'no' that it was he who should apologize because his cunt -- meaning me again -- was brand new and just beginning to be trained. He slapped me softly on my face to get my attention and then Mister Gabe told me that I was not allowed to say 'no' to anybody, ever." I could hear her breath catch in her throat as she continued, "then he said that the only exception to that rule was you, Dave. I have to say 'no' to you. Always. I cannot agree to anything remotely approaching sexual conduct with you." My wife sobbed, "I can't even kiss you." I heard Mister Gabe qualify that by instructing Jen that she could only do 'pecks' when necessary to keep up the fiction that she was married to me, in public. With another muted sob Jennifer continued, "Mister Gabe told me to pull my dress up for the nice man. I did. I was standing in the hallway with my breasts hanging out and holding my dress up exposing my cunt to whoever walked by. Mister Gabe reached down with his hand and used his fingers to spread me open and slipped one of his huge fingers up into me, swirling it about." My wife groaned over the phone, "he is doing that now honey. He has his fingers up inside my cunt." She paused in her story for a moment. "Then he took it out and stuck it onto my lips telling me to clean it. So I did. He told the waiter that I was wet enough for him so go to it. Without any hesitation the guy pulled his zip down and pulled his cock out." She paused a moment, "it was very hard, but very average in size honey, at least a couple of inches shorter than yours. Then he rammed himself into me and started to hump me up against the wall. Mister Gabe went back to our table and left the waiter to fuck me. Even though he was smaller, he was pretty good with it and I closed my eyes as I could feel the pressure build inside me. I could remember Mister Gabe's instructions from before so I pulled him in closer and offered him my lips. He started kissing me the same way he was fucking me, stabbing his tongue into my mouth as I moved my hands down to help pull his ass into me. He didn't care about me any more than as a hole to pump into, but you know Dave, I really didn't care. It was wild!" I could hear the passion in her voice as she told me her story, "I could hear a woman call me a slut as she squeezed past us to the restroom, and I had to agree...I fit every definition of a slut that you can imagine. Anyway, he finished fast, just as he had me ready to explode -- but I didn't, he didn't quite get me there. He pulled out, leaving a stringer of his cum from my pussy lips running down my thigh, zipped and left. That was number two."

"Number three was Mister Gabe's bodyguard. It happened after Mister Gabe whipped me and fucked me on the video that you saw. I cannot remember his name. But I can remember his dick -- it is just like the rest of him...shorter and thick. He is all muscle and his penis is a little shorter than yours but at least as wide as a coke can, or more maybe. Mister Gabe had already fucked me and I was still hanging by my tits -- god that hurt David, it hurt so much but at the same time the pain transmitted straight to my pussy and made the orgasm that I had with Mister Gabe way more intense," I could hear her speak away from the phone, "not that they aren't all intense lover." I could hear Mister Gabe murmur something like yes, Pet, I know. He must be right on top of the phone with Jen. "Like I said, I was freshly fucked by Mister Gabe so I was plenty open enough so that the coke bottle didn't hurt at all. He just fucked me like a piston until he came inside of me."

I was humping into the mouth below me, harder and harder as Jen continued to talk to me. I felt small hands push up on my waist and the mouth disengaged. "Sara," Erin panted, "this is so fucking hot. Your dad is fucking my face again." I started to push down again, all of the time continuing to get a rim job from my daughter. Erin pushed back, "wait Mister Dane, please. Sara, I want to try that....change with me."

My daughter pulled her tongue from my ass and set back, "ok, you little slut, I'll let you lick out my dad's ass. Daddy, don't worry, I'll take care of you," followed by moving bodies and squirming limbs as everybody readjusted positions behind and under me. Sara, before she positioned herself under me grabbed Jen's lube from the drawer beside the bed and handed it to her friend, and whispered something into her ear that I couldn't catch as my wife continued talking.

"David, what is going on there?"

"Nothing," I grunted, "I'm having a tough time listening to all of this."

"Oh...my love," followed by the sound of a hard smack of flesh on flesh and a cry from my wife. I could hear Mister Gabe yell at her to not use that term again and if she did there would be severe consequences because he was getting very tired of it. After a pause during which I could hear Jennifer try to gain control of her breathing, "Dave...David...number four was just this morning. You saw the video when Mister Gabe whipped me. You also saw when I was fighting the bellmen before Mister Gabe's bodyguard came in and got me? Yes, well I scratched one of those men on the face. Even though Mister Gabe let him strip me, Mister Gabe didn't think that that was sufficient. So, this morning he told me to call down to room service and ask for them to send that man back up to the room."

Again I could feel a tongue start to swirl around my rosebud, and a face between my legs, with tongue licking at my cockhead. I groaned.

"David...I'm ok my lo...I'm ok. Don't worry. It is ok for Mister Gabe to punish me...I accept that that is part of me being his wife now. Really, it is ok," and I could hear what I was hoping was a false bravado creep into her voice as she talked. "So, the bellman came to the door and I greeted him there on my knees, and without anything on. He had already seen me naked, so that part wasn't really a big deal anymore. Mister Gabe was standing right behind me. He shook the man's hand and told him that I had something to say to him. With my eyes staring at his feet, I apologized for scratching him. And then, I asked if he would like to use me." A pause, "yes, I said 'use'." Anouther pause as my wife gathered herself to finish, "he didn't say anything. He just grabbed my hair and dragged me across the room and threw me on my belly with my legs hanging off of the bed. I heard his zipper coming down and then he slammed into me. I hadn't had a chance to get wet, so it hurt some as he penetrated me. I didn't actually see his cock until later but I could feel it. He was long, but skinny. David, that one hurt and I didn't get much pleasure from it, but Mister Gabe says that it doesn't matter if the cunt gets pleasure so long as the man enjoys himself." A pause as she sighed, "I'll have to get used to that I guess."

Then I could hear Mister Gabe talking to my wife in the background again, though I couldn't hear the words.

"Yes Mister Gabe, my husband, I did enjoy you giving me to all of those men." My wife just called that black bastard her 'husband'...my stomach turned.

"Yes, I love being fucked in public."

"Yes, I will do anything you tell me to do, sir."

A long pause with talking in the background. I realized that neither Erin nor Sara were doing much other than listening to my wife, as I was.

"ye..yes, Mister Gabe, I will never say 'no' to a man's request, except for David Dane. David Dane is not allowed to touch me in any sexual way. Ever." And again I could hear my wife starting to cry.

Another pause, this time longer, and punctuated by the sound of flesh hitting flesh again. I could hear my wife cry out in the background. Both Sara and Erin groaned.

"Da..David. I... you were right." A pause, "Mister Gabe, I promise to do everything that I can so that Sara will agree to be yours, and...I... when my Molly is eighteen, I will do the same for her. You should own all of us sir. I want you to fuck both of my girls, and I want you to impregnate them." Anouther pause, "no sir, I will not do that, I already told you that." Again I could hear flesh on flesh, and my wife crying. While this was happening, Sara had moved up below me so that she was lying right beneath me. Through it all, my dick had remained as hard as ever, and I could feel Erin's little hands slowly jerking me as she reburied her face in my ass.

After a lengthy pause, "David, Mister Gabe now has me lying face down on the bed. My face and breasts are against the bed, and my bum is in the air. My legs are spread and I am clasping my hands behind my back." Then I heard a deep guttural groan coming from my wife. "Ahhhh, David, he is entering me. I can feel the head of his cock splitting my cunny. My lips are stretching. Ahhhhh, he is entering me so slowly. I can feel every inch of that lovely monster as it slowly slides into me...he is soooo fucking big. I love his cock." I could hear a deep voice murmuring in the background as my wife continued, her voice turning to a rasp as she did, "yes, Mister Gabe, you are much better than David. Yes, compared to you, Dave is a pussy. Yes sir, I am positive that he is a pussy. Yes Mister Gabe, there is no way that David could ever make me as satisfied as you do. I love you Mister Gabe, I love you...I love you...I love you." My wife's voice faded from words into inarticulate moans as the black bastard took her.

Sara was fully under me now. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my upper body down to hers. In between nibbles on my earlobe, and kisses on my neck she whispered in my ear so that her mother couldn't hear, "daddy, don't worry, I will never let that man have me...no matter what mom does or says. And I won't let him have Molly either." I felt Erin come up for breath and slowly pull me down towards my daughter. Sara gasped, and glancing between our bodies I could see Erin using one hand to hold my daughter open for me, and the other trying to position me at Sara's entrance. My daughter squirmed down so that Erin could position me correctly, at Sara's moist opening.

Sara reached down between us, gripping my cock with her two hands, one on top of the other, forming a barrier so that only the head could split into her gaping hole. Erin now began smearing a cold greasy substance around my asshole -- the lube. With one hand she started to gently push down on me, pushing me a little more into my daughter. At the same time she pushed one small finger into my rectum. Gawd!

As we listened to my wife groan on the phone, we started a rhythm. Erin pushing one and then two fingers into me as I lightly dipped my wick over and over into Sara.

Suddenly through the fog of lust that was overcoming me I could hear a man's voice, "Dane, Jennifer is mine. She has just told you that she loves everything that we are doing. She has told you that your other women will be mine. There is nothing you can do about it." A pause, and I could hear my wife gasp. Mister Gabe continued, "she refuses to become pregnant. She says that she is following your instructions. I will not abide you having any hold over my wife Dane. Tell her that she must have any child I tell her to. TELL HER NOW!!"

"David," screamed my wife.

"NO!" I yelled into the phone. My light motion into my daughter had stopped, and Erin had withdrawn her fingers from my butt. We were all captured by what was happening on the other end of the phone.

"You...one of you...will change your mind," stated Mister Gabe matter-of-factly. "For now, Jennifer will pay the price for her disobedience. I am going to tear her ass, going in dry." And my wife started screaming. I could visualize that black monster driving his huge phallus deep into my wife in one long stroke, lubricated only by her cunt juices. I started moaning in time to my wife's screams.

Sara yelled "now!" and grabbing my balls tightly, painfully, she pulled me down into her. Erin, who must have lubed up her entire hand, pushed her small fist into my ass. It was on fire, the pain both terrible and exquisite, and my moan turned into a scream as she penetrated me. I violently thrust down, into my daughter, trying to get away from the intruder in my back door. Jennifer was screaming over and over as Mister Gabe ripped into her ass. Erin used her hand lodged in my ass to pull me up, but I was at the edge so once again I thrust down, hard, into my daughter.

This lasted an eternity. Or maybe only a few seconds. I wasn't thinking any longer, only timing my thrusts into Sara with Erin's pushes into my butt, and with the screams coming over the phone.

Suddenly the phone went dead. Covered in sweat, with one final thrust I drove into my little girl and blew long ropes of cum deep into her. Over and over and over.

When it finally stopped I was collapsed on my daughter, still buried deeply. Erin pulled her hand from me. We were all crying. Slowly we rearranged ourselves into a threesome cuddle on the bed, and as our breathing returned to normal, we all fell into an exhausted sleep.

The Honeymoon -- Wednesday

Sometime in the wee hours I awoke. I was lying on my side. Erin was lying on hers, facing me, with her lips almost touching mine. We were so close that we were sharing breaths. Her eyes were open, and as she realized that mine were too, she whispered in the darkness, "Mister Dane. I am so sorry about Mrs. Dane. But it is sooo fucking hot what you are doing. And it is even hotter that you and Sara fuck. And I love what I've been doing with you. Will you please fuck me?" The pleading look on her face turned to a beaming smile of delight as I nodded.

I gently pushed her on to her back, and moved myself so that I was hovering over her, braced upon my elbows and knees. I bent down and licked her lips, drawing a groan of pleasure from her. Slowly, I proceeded to lick her entire body. Her neck, to her shoulders, bypassing her pert young breasts, to her ribs and waist. I lifted myself, and glancing over to my daughter I saw that she was awake, just lying there watching us. I moved to Erin's feet, first taking one foot and then the other, licking her toes, and the bottoms of her feet. She was purring in delight, murmuring my name. Slowly I moved up on her legs, bathing each in turn with my saliva, eventually arriving at my goal -- Erin's honey pot. Raising myself slightly I glanced up to her face -- eyes tightly closed, and breathing shallow and quick. "Erin, honey, are you a virgin?" Odd that I hadn't thought of that until just now. She wasn't listening to me.

I glanced again at my daughter with a questioning look, "yes daddy, and no. Erin and I have been together, and I've let her suck Brock a couple of times...but, she's never been fucked."

I nodded to myself, and then, spreading her nether lips gently with my fingers, I softly licked her, starting at her pink rosebud and ending just below her exposed clitoris. Erin's groaning became deeper and more earthy. I spent many minutes licking and nibbling her lips, sucking them into my mouth. I pushed on her bum so that her ass was better exposed and spent awhile licking around the hole, ending with my tongue penetrating her there. Her groans turned to pleading as she whimpered for me to please fuck her.