Dave

This story has been nagging at me for a while. Dave makes several appearances in my stories about GTO and her family, but he just seems to be in the background. While he is a major character, not a lot is known about him, or really where he came from. I thought that it was time to tell his story.

This is significantly different than my GTO stories. It kind of took off on me, and is considerably longer than most of my other stories. It mostly focuses on Dave's life before Gail's later years.

Now, without further ado.

Dave:

I was born and bred in Las Vegas, Nevada. That may have had something to do with my chosen profession, but we'll get to that later. My parents weren't rich, but we really didn't lack for anything that we needed, and there were still some luxuries now and again. We lived in a decent house in a nice area that my parents had bought right after my sister was born. I'm the oldest of the three. My brother is three years younger than me, and my sister was born 5-years after him. We got along well, and I truly loved my parents and siblings. My parents weren't special in any way, I guess. Dad worked as a mechanic, and mom was a nurse in one of the hospitals. We were a typical blue-collar family.

I wasn't exactly a loner throughout my childhood, but I did keep it to a few close friends. I was always rather quiet, and, some would call it, standoffish. I wasn't that way on purpose. That's just how I was. Maybe it was all the reading that I did. I loved reading the Louis La'mour Westerns. I really began to identify with the solitary characters that he wrote about. I admired their sense of right and wrong, and their grit in standing up to the bad guys. They had backbone, and they stood up for their beliefs. I guess I just began to emulate their outlook on life.

My love of reading helped me in school too. That and a natural aptitude for math. No, I didn't graduate at the top of my class, but I did well enough to get a few scholarships to college. I liked playing sports, and I guess I was OK at it. I played football and baseball my first two years of high school. Over the summer between my Sophomore and Junior years of high school, I got a summer job with my dad's garage. I enjoyed the work, and it helped me fill out my frame. That's also when I discovered a new passion. At the end of the summer, my dad had picked up and old Camaro. It wasn't running, and it was actually in pretty bad shape. He told me that we were going to fix it and it would be my 16

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birthday present. That pretty much ended my high school sports career.

I would continue working at the shop on weekends. After my homework was done, I would go out and work on the car until supper. I would also sneak out and work on it on Sunday afternoons after church when I could. Mom and dad were very clear that I had to have all of my schoolwork finished before I set foot in the garage. I learned very quickly that they were serious. By the time I turned 16, the car was running. It didn't look very pretty, but it was drivable and reliable. At that time, it had a strong 350-cubic inch Chevy engine, and a Muncie 4-speed manual transmission. We didn't really build the engine up much. It was still pretty much stock, but it was still kind of fast. Yeah, I did get into a couple of illegal street races, but they were mainly just for bragging rights. I learned who to stay away from too.

As I said, I wasn't the most popular kid in school, but I wasn't the least popular either. I am fairly good looking, and I developed pretty well. I had a few girlfriends throughout high school and didn't graduate as a virgin. I guess that it had gotten around the school that my 'asset' was rather impressive. I was surprised when one of the cheerleaders actually asked me out. Unfortunately, she had neglected to get her boyfriend's approval first. She had also neglected to inform me that she was dating someone else. I held my own pretty well, and it ended up pretty even by the time all was said and done. We had the time to talk about it as we were waiting in the principal's office, and I explained that she hadn't informed me that she had a boyfriend, and that I was not in the habit of dating girls who were in relationships. We talked for a bit more before we were called in. After the explanation, we just ended up with a week's detention. We ended up becoming friends, and he publicly dumped the cheating bitch.

During my Senior year, I ended up working at my dad's shop after school and on weekends. Mom and dad saw that I was responsible enough to have a job and get my homework done at night before going to bed. They had taught me about being careful with my money and not blow it all as soon as I got it. Every paycheck, I would put half into a savings account for emergencies. I would use what was left on building up my car and entertainment.

I had just turned 18. It was in November of my senior year of high school. It was on a Sunday afternoon, and I had just pulled up to my house, when our neighbor came outside and asked if I could help her with something for a few minutes. Georgianne was a 42-year old divorce', about 5'5" tall, wavy blue/black hair, blue eyes, and built like a brick shit-house. Her daughter had already gone to college, so she was living alone in her house. We would always help her out when she needed anything done, so I never even though of refusing her. Besides, did I mention that she was gorgeous? She would quite often come over during the summer and join us for a barbeque and swim in our pool. I would spend a lot of time either in the deep end of the pool or sitting with my towel in my lap to hide my erection as she pranced around in her bikini. Let's just say that she was a frequent visitor to my late-night fantasies.

"So, I hear that you just had a birthday." She began as I followed her into her house. "It was your 18

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, wasn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am. I turned 18 two days ago."

"Well then, I need to give you a special birthday present." Georgianne replied as she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Turned out, she wanted me to move some furniture for her. I'm not sure exactly how much we were able to move the bed in those few hours, but it seemed like the whole house moved a few times.

As soon as we crossed the threshold of her room, she spun around, jerked me to her, and proceeded to attempt to locate my tonsils with her tongue. Well, as I said, I might just be a hormone ravaged 18-year old boy, but I was not a virgin. Once the shock wore off, I did my damndest to locate her tonsils as well. Her lips were soft and supple, and her tongue was sweet. She moved it like a serpent as she explored my mouth. We finally had to break for air.

"God, I've wanted to do that for a long time. I've been waiting for this since I first saw that massive bulge in your shorts while we were in your pool. Now that you're 18, I can finally get what I've been waiting for. Happy Birthday" She huffed just before attaching my mouth again.

Her hand snaked between us and began caressing my cock over my jeans. Not wanting to be left out, I moved my hands down and began caressing her delightful tight ass. She apparently liked that, judging by the way she moaned in my mouth.

A couple of minutes later, she broke apart again, "Clothes. Off. Now." She commanded as she pulled her dress off over her head. She had discarded her bra and thong panties by the time my boxers hit the floor. Her 36-C breasts sagged and wobbled slightly, but were still firm and beautiful. She had her black pubic hair trimmed into a small heart shape, but her pussy lips were clean and bare. I could see the moisture built up on them. Her eyes were wide and focused like a laser on my steel hard cock.

"Holy shit." She exhaled. "I knew it was big, but that is really impressive."

Pushing me onto the bed, she dropped to her knees and inhaled my cock into her mouth. Here's a lesson, kids. High school girls might be enthusiastic, but it takes a mature woman that has years of experience to give a really memorable blow-job. I had had several girls suck me off, but I never felt anything like this before. She licked my entire shaft. Her tongue was an active participant as her mouth was running up and down my cock. I felt the head of my cock bump the opening of her throat, but instead of backing off like all the previous girls had done, she paused to take a deep breath, then pushed down again taking me into her throat. Down, down, down, until her nose pushed into my abdomen. HOLY SHIT! She took the entire thing. I felt the contractions as her throat squeezed my cock. I knew it wouldn't be long then.

"OH FUCK! I'M GONNA C.C.C.UMMMMMM."

All she did was pull back so the head was just inside her mouth. I watched as she swallowed every drop as I blasted away. She continued to lick and suck until every drop was in her stomach.

"Now that we got that out of the way." She said as she climbed onto the bed. "I'm going to teach you something that will make you one of the most popular guys at college. Tell me, Dave. Have you ever eaten pussy before?"

"Uuummm. No. None of the girls that I been with were really interested in it, and it just didn't sound appealing to me."

"Well, those immature sluts were pretty stupid then. And as far as you, if you expect a woman to put her mouth on your cock, you damn well be willing to put your mouth on her pussy. Also, if you are good at it, you will never have to worry about getting laid again. The girls will be flocking to you. Now, get down there and get busy."

Well, I couldn't argue with her logic, so I moved over and brought my face to her pussy. I could see the moisture flowing, and I noticed the slight musky scent. Truthfully, it didn't smell too bad. It wasn't the rotten fish smell that I had heard about in the locker room. I eased in and took a first, tentative swipe with my tongue. There was the slight taste of musk, but it was a bit spicy and an essence of citrus as well. Another lick and I realized that it really wasn't bad. My enthusiasm increased, and I began to lick away.

"Slow down, stud. While appreciate the enthusiasm, take your time and explore."

Good advice. I slowed my attack and began targeting different areas. She was very vocal in informing me where it was good, and where it was even better. She continued to give me pointers, such as thrusting my tongue in deep and using it as a dick to fuck her with it. When I began focusing on her clit, I thought she would explode. Pretty soon, I didn't need her suggestions anymore. I found that I could just tell how I was doing by her gasps and the subtle movements of her body. I finally felt her tensing up, so I began focusing on her clit.

"F-F-F-F-INGERS" I heard. Of course, I obliged and thrust two fingers into her. A minute later I was riding a bucking bronco in the National Finals Rodeo as a flood escaped her pussy. I was holding on for dear life. After a while, she calmed down as her orgasm began to dissipate.

"Holy shit. If that was your first time, I can't wait to see what you can do with more practice."

I moved up the bed and cuddled with her for a while until her breathing and heartbeat got back to normal. She continued to stroke my cock as I was toying with her breasts and nipples. Her gentle coos told me that she was enjoying what I was doing. Eventually, she rolled over to face me and pushed me onto my back.

"Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, it's time for me to go for a ride." She exclaimed as she threw a leg over me and pulled herself up to straddle me. Instead of just sticking it in and enveloping my cock, she moved down and began sliding her pussy lips all along my shaft. After thoroughly coating my cock, she lifted up, aligned my cock with her opening, and began her decent.

"Oh, God! So full. Shit! Talk about going where no man has ever gone before! You're hitting places that I didn't even know existed. Fuck, I don't even know how we're gonna fit this telephone pole in my ass!"

I really can't tell you how I refrained from losing it when I heard that. True, she wasn't as tight as some of the teenage girls that I had before, but she was silky smooth and her muscles seemed to be able to massage me as I she moved up and down. I couldn't resist reaching up, cupping her breasts, and using my thumbs to flick her nipples. Eventually, I pulled her down where I could bring my tongue into play on her breasts. I heard her cry out as she came on my cock. It was a good thing that she had blown me earlier, otherwise, I would not have been able to hold off.

Wrapping my arms around her and pulling her tight against me, I rolled us over so I was on top. Now being in control, I unleashed the beast. I began to fuck her with long, powerful strokes. She orgasmed two more times as I ravished her. As she began her third orgasm, it became too much. With a roar, I began to pump my cum deep into her.

"That's it, baby. Cum inside me. Give it all to me!" She cried as I began filling her pussy.

My cock was finally softening as I rolled off of her. We laid side-by-side for about 10-minutes as we recovered. Finally, she sat up and rolled off the bed explaining that she needed to use the bathroom, then get us some water to replenish our fluids.

After I used the restroom when she came out to get us some water from the kitchen, then draining our glasses, she looked back down at my growing cock again. What can I say? I was a horney 18-year-old lying-in bed next to a very beautiful naked woman.

"God, I love the fast recovery of youth." She commented. "Good. Now for the trifecta. Ever fuck a woman's ass before?"

In two heartbeats, my cock went from only half hard to full granite.

"OK then. First off, preparation is the key here, especially with that massive log that you're carrying around. Here, use this to lube me up really good." She said as she handed me a jar of lubricant and rolled over onto her knees with her ass sticking up in the air.

She gave me explicit instructions as to the proper way to do it. First one finger. The operative word was SLOW. In and out with a bit of rotation. Wiggle the finger a bit. When it felt like it was getting easy, add a second finger and continue. Finally, with the size of my meat, a third finger was probably a good idea. After all, the better prepared she was, the less discomfort. That was important, because if the woman only felt pain, she probably will be unwilling to do it again. Good advice.

Once she felt properly prepared, she took some lube in her hand and proceeded to slick up my cock.

I climbed behind her and lined up with her pucker. It was slow going, but she guided me through it. I stopped when she said to let her adjust. I pulled back, then pressed forward again a little deeper. We kept this up until my thighs were pressed into hers. I stayed there for a minute while she relaxed and adjusted to the invader. I slowly pulled back half way, then pressed back in. I kept that up until she told me to go faster. I gradually increased my pace until I was thrusting with all I had. I heard her cry out as her orgasm overtook her. I felt the flood on my balls and her ass clamping down on my rod. The tightness and the clamping of her muscles as she orgasmed took me over the edge. I blasted my load into her bowels.

After recovering for a bit, she led me into the bathroom for a mutual shower. That was another first. I had never showered with a woman before. To tell the truth, I really loved the sensuous experience of washing a woman's hair, then slowly soaping up her body, then rinsing her off. When she was clean, she repeated the process on me. No, we didn't have sex in the shower (that time), but there was plenty of touching, kissing, and caressing. After drying off, we got dressed, kissed again, and I left.

The sharp look from mom and dad's smirk told me that they didn't really believe my story about helping Georgianne move some stuff out of her garage for the past three hours, but they didn't challenge me on it. They also pretended not to notice when my car was in the driveway, but I was not in the house, and her shades were drawn. Both of us knew that this was just a bit (OK, a HELL OF A LOT) of fun, but nothing serious. She did teach me a lot, and, true to her word, I became very popular with the ladies when work of my performance started to get out. We kept in touch (yeah, LOTS of touch) until she finally moved to Northern Arizona where the summers aren't as hot.

I started college in the fall. UNLV in Computer Science. I had an aptitude for math and found that I actually enjoyed it. I was able to do a lot of quick calculations in my head. That would come in very handy in a few more years. I was still working at dad's shop, and gradually upgrading mu Camaro. It was getting faster and looking better.

It was around this time that I began to frequent the Speedway for their Friday Night races. I learned very quickly who to avoid. My car was getting faster, but it was far from the fastest one there. Still, I was having fun and making new friends. There was one particular group that I started hanging out with. I was the only one in college, but they were all around the same age as me. They went to work right out of high school instead of going to college. Typical blue-collar guys, but I got on well with them, having been raised in a middle-class blue-collar home. We would usually each do a few runs down the track. Sometimes against each other, and sometimes against someone else. There was betting going on, but I was careful and made sure to never bet more than I could afford to lose. I began learning the game. I watched and learned how to spot a set-up. I kept a close eye on who could run what times, and who would sandbag in order to hustle a mark. Yeah, I also did the occasional street race too, but not often. I wanted to keep my name and car out of the interest of the police.

College life was interesting. As I was going to UNLV, I was able to live at home. My parents told me that I had to pay for my schooling, but I would never have to worry about a roof over my head or food in my stomach. That helped quite a bit. I found that the classes were harder than in high school (well, DUH), but the atmosphere was a lot different. In high school, the teachers were more day-care providers, since a lot of the kids didn't actually want to be there. High school teachers would hound you for your homework. They were really strict on attendance. In college, the professors didn't care if you showed up or did your homework. That was your choice. They figured that you were there by choice, so if you wanted to waste your time and money, that was your decision. They figured that you were and adult, and they treated you as such.

The girls in college were also different than in high school. College was much more academically oriented, where high school was more socially oriented. Sure, the cheerleaders and jocks were still popular, but they still had to pass their classes if they didn't want to be kicked out. Away from the frats and sororities, it was the smarter kids that became more popular. That kid that you used to dismiss as being a nerd in high school? He was now rather popular and had more peers around him. Guys like me, who were just average in popularity, now had a much larger dating pool to pick from. Maturity was replacing the cliques from high school.

I pretty much stayed away from the hard-partying scene. I did go to the occasional party, but I kept my head and never got out of control. I saw some pretty crazy shit going on at some of them, but never got involved in any of it. Yeah, there were more than a couple one-night-stands, but I wasn't one of those guys that would fuck anything that spread their legs. I did have a couple of actual relationships too. Most I knew were nothing more than mutual fun for a while. I never cheated on anyone that I was in a relationship either.