When George Christopher Casemont, leader of the Frostburg Avenue Longboarders, got to take Gabrielle Abruzzi to the prom, his boys were impressed. As long as Casey, Flynn, Rod and "The Squirrel" had been running together, they'd never gotten much play from any of the Abruzzi sisters, who were kind of stuck up.
But, time went by, and Casey moved to Seattle, Washington to manage a bowling alley, Rod went to Iraq and got lost there and the Squirrel was now chauffer for one of Buttermilk Falls's selectmen.
And Flynn got a gig after high school as towel boy at Buttermilk Health Haven, and guess what? There was Gabby Abruzzi again...teaching aerobics. Flynn decided to take a class, free to employees, and discovered that Gabby wasn't so stuck up as he thought.
Meanwhile, Salisbury Towson was sipping a gin and water and waiting excitedly for the plane to land in the Buttermilk County Airport. Sals had missed his Gabby so much!
Things had been so harsh right before Sals had left for his Mideast business trip, and Gabby had been irritable...she'd given poor Sals quite a few thrashings till she'd nearly worn out her blacksnake quirt...
And, right before Sals left, Gabby had taken off his scrotal piercing and locked him in a plastic chastity belt, since a metal Prince Albert would have set off the security alarms in the airports.
Of course if Sals wanted to rendezvous with an Arab hooker or just jerk off a little, he could have smashed the plastic chastity tube, but he had promised his Gabby that he'd stay faithful and not touch himself or let anyone else touch him.
The night before his departure, Gabby had bound Sals to the dining room table and unlocked his cock for the last time. She'd taken many needles and creatively pushed them into his swollen glans and up and down his straining shaft.
Gabby had then batted the pincushioned penis with her pretty nails for about half an hour.
Then Gabby had removed all the needles and rubbed Sals's welted dick with Witch Hazel, oh how it stung, and then locked him into the newly minted plastic cage.
"You must love this, my little prince." Gabby had said with a wicked smile.
Because, of course, Sals's penis had just gotten harder and harder.
Gabby had turned Sals over on the table then, right on his flabby stomach and rammed his ass silly with a foot long strap-on.
This sodomy made poor Sals appreciate the relative tenderness of her other sadistic ministrations.
It was so harsh that the son of one of Buttermilk Townships First Families endured all this, but in his heart, Sals knew he needed his darling Gabby to keep him in line.
At the end of the night, Gabby had stroked Sals's tear stained cheeks, calling him her sweet baby... she'd tickled the plastic penis prison, and boy was Sals's cock hard.
But Gabby had promised Sals some tenderness and possible lovemaking if Sals kept his cock sheath on throughout his business trip.
It was a long sentence of denial, but he had kept his promise, and he'd also bought her some baubles, and Sals knew how to spoil his pretty wife, if nothing else.
Would she finally take off the cruel corset she always wore to bed, and let Sals run his tongue and his hot little hands all over her pretty 36C breasts, kissing the flat stomach and perhaps rubbing hot oil on her long legs?
Would Gabby let poor Sals kiss and nurture her full buttocks, rimming her little hole, and maybe after so many months of denial--cruel celibacy-could they actually make love?
To screw that tight little twat, even though it was bound to be somewhat distended since the last time she'd let him in...after all, Gabby had had a few riders.
Not only getting to fuck Gabby but, it had been quite a while since Sals had been able to have an orgasm. Not even by hand. Gabby had said to him "Wouldn't you like to have a real orgasm in my clitty or my mouth? Wouldn't it be worth waiting for?"
But weeks and months had passed, the date of the promised orgasm would arrive, and Gabby would smile and say..."Let's hold off until your birthday, we can do it then, and I'll really take care of you, baby."
On his birthday, Gabby got a little tired as she'd sent a lot of time at Sals's surprise party in the bathroom with his best friend. Whatever could that have been about?
"Let's do it in six weeks, when it's New Year's Eve." And he had to respect her being tired, and so although it had been months, he waited again, through Christmas. He'd given Gabby ruby earrings, and she'd given him-a tie.
Then, on New Year's Eve, after he'd watched Gabby making out with all the men at the party at around midnight, they'd tottered into the bedroom.
But again, she wanted to wait-say Valentine's Day? "I don't know if it's been such a great year honey, fucking me now would be a disappointment."
And then on Valentines Day, she demurred once more-and Sals had had a little fit.
"It's Valentines Day, Gabby, can't I just jerk off if you're too selfish to-" As he persisted, Gabby had become enraged, and she'd ordered Sals to strip and she'd locked him in the old fashioned Colonial Stocks in the basement.
Four hours in the pillory...
Then, a few weeks later, Sals was looking imploringly at Gabby again...so many days, weeks, months...and she'd kissed him and told him to take off his clothes, strip to his chastity piercing...
And then she'd taken him over her knee and whipped him with her new Lochgelly Tawse until his bare bottom was slightly bleeding.
So he'd quieted down...but now she'd sent him on this trip, in his plastic cage, and it might be num-nums for Sals if he spoiled his glorious wife enough, right?
Nearly a year, but Gabby had so sexily described what she planned to do to him with her pussy and her mouth upon his return, if he bought her something that put her in a good mood...
And remember her tender blowjobs from early on?
And now the plane was pulling in the airport, and the fun might start. Wouldn't it?
He'd been to watch belly dancers in Saudi Arabia, and had to go back to the hotel frustrated...but it was over now, right? So soon!
Sals had purchased a tennis bracelet for his lovely wife, and a diamond pendant, and lots of other stuff, of course she might accuse him of trying to bribe her...
No, Gabby was serious this time. And hopefully she'd have gotten fucking other guys out of her system while he'd been gone, oh so hopefully.
Remember the last time, that annoying lawn-mower guy, Theron, and how she'd made poor Sals lick her juices off young Theron's cock?
But Sals had offered to pay for the rest of Theron's law school if he'd leave town...
So when he got home, it could just be Sals and Gabby. Wouldn't that be grand?
BUT DOES THE PLOT THICKEN?
Flynn really loved so much about Gabby. He really enjoyed her step-aerobics class, what an instructor she was!
