Fresh excerpt from GABRIELLA
GABRIELLA GETS READY FOR BATTLE (AND A MATCH-WINNING INNINGS!)
...Mary picked up the skirt Gabriella had just discarded, and began to fold it neatly on a bench, but not before she had held it to her face and sniffed and gulped in its dreamy perfume. Gabriella smoothed out her knickers, pulling them up tight, and ran her hands over her thighs, squeezing her flesh absent-mindedly as she observed the wide-eyed little brat. She picked up the pointed white bollocks-protector and slipped it into her scanty G-string, nestling it with a fiddle or two against her fanny, thereby ruffling her pubic hair, which Mary was gawping at. She pulled her knickers up tight again, and gave her legs a rub-down once more.
"Gabs," said a little voice. "Can I touch you?"
Gabriella paused in her movements.
"Where do you want to touch me?"
"I don't know," said Mary, going all coy and wobbly.
"You can touch my right thigh," said Gabriella. "There we are. That's enough. Not so high."
Gabriella slipped on Mary's pleated white skirt; it fitted her waist to a T. Mary looked ecstatic. Of course, on Gabriella, it was very, very mini, showing acres of firm-fleshed thigh, barely covering her bum. As she stood there, her legs and thighs seemed to go up forever until they reached the hem of the skirt.
"You look gorgeous, Gabby," said Mary.
"I know."
She sat down and slipped on the pads, strapping them up behind her calves, and tried them out, the ribbed tops flapping against the tensed muscles of her thighs. The tops of the pads at times caught against the hem of her skirt, and, as they flapped outwards, pulled the skirt slightly up, revealing the red and blue of the crotch of her knickers and the protrusion caused by the protector, as if she were a beautiful sexy woman who also had a massive cock.
"You have to remember this moment, Mary. Great things are going to be done. This is like a warrior-queen putting on her armour before going out to do battle with the barbarians. You have played your part in this. Come, give me your hand," she said, and took Mary's eagerly-extended hand and placed it on her protector. They stood there for what seemed a minute or two, Gabriella overcome by the sentiment of the occasion and Mary's hand tingling from the warmth exuded by Gabriella's fanny.
"What's your other name, Mary?"
"Collier," Mary answered.
"Well, Mary Collier, remember this moment. Remember this day. Your part too in this, Mary Collier, will be remembered."
She put on the thick white gloves, and moved over to the mirror on the wall. She stood upright, tears coming to her eyes as she gazed at herself. Her gloved hand had just started to move towards her genitalia, itching to give herself a caress, or even a rough little tug, or even bit of fevered rubbing, when there was a concerted cry or gasp from outside, and some rough-vowelled-sounding cheers.
"I must go," said Gabriella, stirring herself, and brushing her skirt with her hand in a business-like way. "My nation awaits. My race awaits. My class awaits. Mary Collier, you may kiss my hand. Shit, I need a bat! Where's a bat?"
"Here you are, miss," said Chivers smarmily, suddenly appearing and extending out to her a gleaming, new-looking bat with its handle covered in red rubber.
"Thank you, Chivers. Now piss off."
"Very good, miss."
Gabriella went back to the mirror. She looked at herself in profile with her wonderful curve of bosom and posterior and raised the bat high above her head: "I name you Excalibur."
As Gabriella issued from the interior of the pavilion and walked down its steps, her head held high, her back straight, her steps precise and regal, the flip-flop of the pads on her thighs like the accompanying tum-tee-tum of subdued military music, there were gasps from all around, getting louder and louder and wider and wider, and soon there was a crescendo of hurrahs from all around the ground and the sound of grown men and women bursting into tears of joy...
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...Mary picked up the skirt Gabriella had just discarded, and began to fold it neatly on a bench, but not before she had held it to her face and sniffed and gulped in its dreamy perfume. Gabriella smoothed out her knickers, pulling them up tight, and ran her hands over her thighs, squeezing her flesh absent-mindedly as she observed the wide-eyed little brat. She picked up the pointed white bollocks-protector and slipped it into her scanty G-string, nestling it with a fiddle or two against her fanny, thereby ruffling her pubic hair, which Mary was gawping at. She pulled her knickers up tight again, and gave her legs a rub-down once more.
"Gabs," said a little voice. "Can I touch you?"
Gabriella paused in her movements.
"Where do you want to touch me?"
"I don't know," said Mary, going all coy and wobbly.
"You can touch my right thigh," said Gabriella. "There we are. That's enough. Not so high."
Gabriella slipped on Mary's pleated white skirt; it fitted her waist to a T. Mary looked ecstatic. Of course, on Gabriella, it was very, very mini, showing acres of firm-fleshed thigh, barely covering her bum. As she stood there, her legs and thighs seemed to go up forever until they reached the hem of the skirt.
"You look gorgeous, Gabby," said Mary.
"I know."
She sat down and slipped on the pads, strapping them up behind her calves, and tried them out, the ribbed tops flapping against the tensed muscles of her thighs. The tops of the pads at times caught against the hem of her skirt, and, as they flapped outwards, pulled the skirt slightly up, revealing the red and blue of the crotch of her knickers and the protrusion caused by the protector, as if she were a beautiful sexy woman who also had a massive cock.
"You have to remember this moment, Mary. Great things are going to be done. This is like a warrior-queen putting on her armour before going out to do battle with the barbarians. You have played your part in this. Come, give me your hand," she said, and took Mary's eagerly-extended hand and placed it on her protector. They stood there for what seemed a minute or two, Gabriella overcome by the sentiment of the occasion and Mary's hand tingling from the warmth exuded by Gabriella's fanny.
"What's your other name, Mary?"
"Collier," Mary answered.
"Well, Mary Collier, remember this moment. Remember this day. Your part too in this, Mary Collier, will be remembered."
She put on the thick white gloves, and moved over to the mirror on the wall. She stood upright, tears coming to her eyes as she gazed at herself. Her gloved hand had just started to move towards her genitalia, itching to give herself a caress, or even a rough little tug, or even bit of fevered rubbing, when there was a concerted cry or gasp from outside, and some rough-vowelled-sounding cheers.
"I must go," said Gabriella, stirring herself, and brushing her skirt with her hand in a business-like way. "My nation awaits. My race awaits. My class awaits. Mary Collier, you may kiss my hand. Shit, I need a bat! Where's a bat?"
"Here you are, miss," said Chivers smarmily, suddenly appearing and extending out to her a gleaming, new-looking bat with its handle covered in red rubber.
"Thank you, Chivers. Now piss off."
"Very good, miss."
Gabriella went back to the mirror. She looked at herself in profile with her wonderful curve of bosom and posterior and raised the bat high above her head: "I name you Excalibur."
As Gabriella issued from the interior of the pavilion and walked down its steps, her head held high, her back straight, her steps precise and regal, the flip-flop of the pads on her thighs like the accompanying tum-tee-tum of subdued military music, there were gasps from all around, getting louder and louder and wider and wider, and soon there was a crescendo of hurrahs from all around the ground and the sound of grown men and women bursting into tears of joy...
GABRIELLA available at:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Gabriella-ebo...
http://www.amazon.com/Gabriella-ebook...
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Gabrie...
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view...
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/gabri...
http://www.diesel-ebooks.com/item/SW0...#
https://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/ala...
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/gabr...
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