The Rent A Man Blues
by Lubrican
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Chapter Eleven
Bob lay on his back, on Raleigh's bed. He was already hard.
That was
due to the fact that Hamako had taken off the robe, and Megan had put
it on, but hadn't fastened it. Thinking about what was
about to
happen only made it harder. Raleigh dropped her shirt and reached
behind her to undo her bra. She let it go and shrugged it off her
breasts, causing them to shimmy a little. She watched Bob's eyes
watch
her shimmy.
"I love it when you look at me like that," she said.
Once she was naked, she knelt on the floor next to Hamako. Megan
was
on the other side of Bob, kneeling. As Raleigh settled in, he reached
with his right hand and played with Megan's hanging breasts.
"Stop that," she said, elbowing his hand away. "You're supposed
to be getting ready for them, not me."
"Two ... three ... what's the difference?" he said, smiling.
"You're already pushing your luck," she said. "Now be quiet while
I work with the girls."
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, and put his hands behind his head.
She looked at the girls and reached for his penis. She pulled the
foreskin off of the head.
"You've both had a Tootsie Roll Pop."
They nodded.
"Then you already know how to suck this," she said.
She leaned down and took just the tip into her mouth. She pulled,
making her lips stretch and slowly slide up off the tip.
Bob groaned.
It popped out of her mouth and she smiled at the girls. "Men will
say
they want you to get as much in your mouth as possible, but believe me,
if you work over the tip really well, you'll own them." She
glanced up
at Bob's face. "Him," she amended. She stroked him a few
times and a
bubble of white oozed from the hole in the tip. "That means he's
ready."
"I told you I was ready,"
said Bob.
"You know, ladies?" said Megan, letting go of his penis. "I
completely
forgot I wanted to take you two shopping. What say we run down to
the
mall and spend four or five hours seeing what we can find?"
"I'll be good!" yelped Bob. He pantomimed turning a key in his
closed lips and then threw away the imaginary key.
Megan took his cock in her hand again. "Like I said, you'll own
him."
She leaned down and sucked again, letting her cheeks go concave as she
applied suction. When she pulled off this time, there was a line
of
white that went from the tip of his cock to her upper teeth. She
broke
it and wiped her lips with the back of her hand.
She paused. "Now that brings up the taste. Every woman is
different.
You'll just have to make up your own mind. She licked her
lips. "He
doesn't taste bad."
Then she went into a lecture about how to use the tongue and teeth on
the round tip, and what to do with the tip if they wanted to move their
lips down the shaft. She told them the best way to get him good
and
ready was to stroke the shaft while they sucked the tip.
Then she sat back on her calves and told them it was their turn.
"Let me go first!" said Raleigh, instantly.
Hamako smiled and moved back.
Raleigh didn't wait, or approach things carefully. She just
grabbed
his dick and got up on her feet so she could lean to reach it.
She put
her mouth on it, but didn't suck for a few seconds. When she did,
and
he groaned, Raleigh made a sound in her own throat. She pulled
off and
licked her lips.
“It's kind of bitter," she said.
"Kind of," agreed Megan.
"I like it. I didn't think I'd like it. But I do."
She sucked some more. This time she experimented with moving her
lips
up and down the shaft, but didn't stroke him. His hand came to
her
hair and he sighed "Ohhhh yeah, baby."
She pulled off again and looked at Hamako. "Mom was right," she
said.
"Doing this makes me really horny. You'd better have a go at it
while
I calm down."
"Go ahead," whispered the Japanese girl. "I will wait."
Raleigh fidgeted. "Are you sure?"
"I do not mind going second," said Hamako. "I want you to be
happy."
"I think you two can take it from here," said Megan, walking toward the
door.
Neither of the younger girls asked her to stay. Bob wondered if
that
was because they had already seen how experienced she was, and didn't
want to appear clumsy in front of her. Bob knew this was still a
difficult thing she was involved in.
"I'll see you later," he said. "Don't take up the whole bed."
She stopped and turned. Acting the vamp, or perhaps trying to
compete
with the girls, she opened the robe before closing it and tying the
belt.
"You think you'll have the energy to make it all the way to my
bedroom?" she asked.
"Just don't take up the whole bed," he said, as Hamako took him into
her mouth and sucked. While she did that Raleigh climbed over him
and
lay down beside him, pressing her body to his.
Megan left, leaving the door open, and Bob turned his face to give
Raleigh a kiss. She was breathing hard and flushed. She
looked a
little scared.
"Why do I have to keep telling women that I won't hurt them?" he
complained, jokingly.
Hamako's head came up so quickly that her mouth, still sealed on his
cock, made a popping sound as it broke contact.
"Wait!" she gasped. Then, without explanation, she jumped up and
ran out the door.
"I know I shouldn't be nervous, but I am," said Raleigh.
"I promise you that any squealing you do will be from joy, not pain,"
said Bob.
Raleigh was flat on her back, her legs and arms spread, almost as if
she was unconscious, when Hamako ran back into the room. Bob was
sucking her nipples and sluicing his middle finger in and out of her
pussy, punishing her clit while her hips bumped up off the bed in
spastic jerks.
"Your mother had one!" she yipped.
"What?" gasped Raleigh, turning her head toward her friend.
"A thimble!" laughed Hamako. She held it out to Raleigh.
"Put it on!"
"Why?"
Hamako burst into laughter. "When I was a little girl, I had an
aunt
who had dated a GI. She was the black sheep of the family,
because she
was so modern and wild. When I was twelve, she pulled me aside
and
whispered something in my ear I've never forgotten."
"What?"
With great ceremony Hamako slipped the thimble onto Raleigh's index
finger, pushing it snugly in place.
"Confucius say: Virgin with thimble on finger, never feel pain
caused by prick."
Raleigh groaned, but Bob laughed.
"I guess that means it's time," he said. He crawled between
Raleigh's knees, which she suddenly wanted to bang together.
"I don't know," she moaned.
"I do," he said.
"I really don't know, Uncle
Bob," she whined.
He sat up on his knees, and reached for her feet, which she put on his
chest.
"I'm scared," she said.
"I won't hurt you," he said.
He grasped her ankles and pulled them apart. She resisted, but
was no
match for his strength, athletic as she was. He placed her ankles
on
his shoulders and then fell forward. Her pussy was tipped up and
open,
defenseless. She was so well toned, that having herself bent like
this
didn't cause any difficulty in breathing. She could hook her
heels
behind her head if she wanted to.
"Reach for me," he said softly. "Put me in. Let me have
your
virginity, Raleigh." His head dipped and he sucked a rigid,
thrusting
nipple.
He felt her hand and, oddly, the thimble that was still on her
finger.
He let his hips slide forward and felt the tip of his prick mush into
slick heat. Raleigh snatched a breath and held it.
But he didn't just push in.
Instead, he put his face over hers, and talked to her, like a cowboy
talks to a spooked horse.
"I've always loved you, baby," he crooned. "And I've wanted to do
this
with you for a long time. I was always afraid some pimply faced
kid
would do this, and I was always jealous as hell of him. I'm going
to
slide it in slowly, and then I'm going to make you feel so good you'll
scream. I want to feel you cum around my prick,
Raleigh. I want to
feel you get there and know that you're creaming on your Uncle Bob's
prick.
He pushed just enough to pop the head in. She pushed air out of
her lungs and sucked it back in, her eyes wide.
"And then, sweet baby, I'm gonna fuck you to tears, before I try my
damndest to make a baby in your pretty, flat, belly."
With that, he saw her pupils dilate and he eased three inches into
her. It was like he was taking up space she had air in, because
as he
went in, air came out of her mouth in a rush, making a groan, halfway
between terror and joy. He leaned down to kiss her lips as he
pushed
the rest in, making sure that he bottomed out as he felt her pussy
flutter all around him and clamp down hard.
Still kissing her, he dipped one shoulder and let her ankle slide
off.
The heel of that foot hit the bed and he did the same thing with the
other foot. As soon as her legs were down, he pushed even harder
and
rolled his loins in a series of circles that crushed and massaged her
clitoris with fifty pounds of brute force.
She did scream then, though it was a hoarse, breathless kind of scream,
rather than a high-pitched kind of thing. Her nails dug into his
back
and her heels dug into the bed.
"Ohhh fuck!" she
gasped. "I didn't know!"
"Are you okay?" asked Hamako, sounding scared.
"Oh hell yes," gasped Raleigh to her friend. Then to Bob she said
"Don't ever stop!"
Ten minutes later, though, she had changed her tune. By then
she'd had
two orgasms, was gasping for air and begging for a chance to catch her
breath. Quite suddenly he pulled out of her and turned to face
Hamako,
his prick dripping with the exudations of Raleigh's orgasmic fluids.
"Your turn, sweet thing," he said.
Hamako was as different in her reaction to sex, as she was different
ethnically and culturally from her American friend.
Raleigh was limp, and lying in the middle of her bed. Rather than
try
to move her, or squeeze in, Hamako pulled Bob out of that room and to
the one assigned to her. Once there, she threw herself against
him
frantically, moaning with need. Watching what he had done to
Raleigh,
and Raleigh's response to it, she had lost all trace of fear.
Now, all
she wanted was to feel the same thing ... and quickly.
"Hurry!" she gasped as she flopped down on her bed, opening herself
shamelessly to him. She felt no trace of submission or
embarrassment.
She felt only anticipation of something she couldn't imagine, but which
she had seen was fabulous.
"Slow down, baby," Bob said, crawling over her.
"Don't talk!" she barked. "Do it now, Bob-san!"
He didn't render her helpless, like he had Raleigh. He had been
afraid
Raleigh would try to evade penetration, and had known that, once she
adjusted to having a penis in her, things would be fine. So he
had
more or less required her to allow penetration. Such was
not the case
with Hamako, who showed no hint of avoidance.
In fact, when he socketed the tip of his still hard prick in her
opening, with a rasping shout she bucked her hips upward, skewering
herself on his cock in one, savage thrust. He was astonished that
she
took him so easily, and wondered if she had lied about being a
virgin.
But her reaction to being penetrated was unmistakably that of a
virgin. She stopped, fully impaled, holding her breath. Her
eyes
bulged and he felt her start to fall back away from him.
He rode her down, landing on her hard, and did the same thing to her
he'd done to Raleigh, rotating his hips until she squealed and her
vaginal muscles spasmed all around him.
It was her own lusty acceptance of him as lover that caused him to lose
it much more quickly than he had planned. As she crashed, arms
wide
open into her first orgasm with a man inside her, she jabbered in her
mother tongue. Her legs snapped around him, and her arms crushed
him.
He knew that if he got to his hands and knees, she'd be hanging under
him, but that not one inch of his penis would pull out of her.
Then her language changed as he felt her belly muscles ripple, and she
gasped "Love me, Bob-san."
That was all it took. He felt a perverse electric thrill as semen
raced through his prick and was delivered in hot spurts into the inner
recesses of this young woman's sexual center. He knew this was
dangerous, but the very danger made it unimaginably sweet. If his
seed
took root, he knew he would have no problem whatsoever keeping her
close to him, in whatever capacity she allowed, and would do anything
he could to be part of raising their baby.
To that end, he stayed in her, rolling so that she was on top and he
wouldn't crush her. Her hair fell in his face, and her Oriental
eyes
stared at him as her body began to relax from the tension of her
orgasm. She put her hands on his chest and pushed, sitting
up. He was
only then beginning to lose full rigidity and her weight caused him to
move even deeper into her body. She held her breath and
instinctively
leaned forward. He saw it in her eyes as she discovered what that
position did for her clit, and felt her body begin lurching back and
forth as she rubbed against him, using him for her pleasure.
She was thrusting so wildly that he sensed some additional roughness
wouldn't be out of line. To that end, he reached for her nipples,
which were black and swollen, standing off her flat breast flesh like
bullets erupting from her skin. He squeezed and her eyes, which
had
been closed, snapped open.
This time, the orgasm was so strong that she froze, even her lungs
paralyzed by the sensations that wracked her body.
And that orgasm lasted long enough that the air in her lungs was used
up ... and she simply passed out, flopping limply on Bob's chest.
==
Bob hadn't been this fired up in his entire life. He'd had
girlfriends, of course, and had been intimate with them. But none
of
them brought out the emotion in him that these three women did.
He was
relatively young, and very healthy. It was probably the
combination of
all of this that caused him to be sporting a mostly hard penis when he
walked through the door into Megan's bedroom, where she was trying to
read.
She looked up. Her face was flushed.
"It sounded like you were killing them," she said, her voice low.
"Both alive and happy," he said, standing and looking at her. She
was
wearing a T shirt and panties. "I thought you slept naked."
"Not until you came into my life," she said.
"Well ... here I am."
"You're kidding."
"Not in a million years," he said.
"You just had sex with two women!" she
gasped.
"But I'm in love with three," he said, walking toward the bed. He
reached for his penis and jacked it, trying to get to full hard.
"No way!" she said.
Fifteen minutes later, as she began to relax from an orgasm she hadn't
anticipated having that night, he froze, deep in her. She felt
the
warm glow of his essence being delivered into her body.
"Way," he panted, before kissing her.
Of course Bob couldn't service all three women in a row very
often. In
fact, that was one of only three times he was able to do so over the
next few months. The description of the other two are for another
time, perhaps. I will tell you that one of them happened after
they
played miniature golf, and involved the reenactment of some of the
holes they had played. Bob's penis was the ball.
And the mere fact that all three women had been bedded by a man they
agreed to share, didn't mean that everything went flawlessly. The
first installment of money came from Japan, and work started on the
factory. Akio wasn't in America, as had been the original
plan. He
still had too much to do in Japan, before he and his mother could move
and begin their new adventure. And, while Megan was a capable
planner
and manager, she had no experience in dealing with people in the
building trades, which came in all sizes, shapes and colors, from
architects, to hod carriers. Bob, on the other hand, did.
So Bob spent more time in his "make believe" role as the mover and
shaker behind The Stitch Bitch. And he spent more time at Megan's
house.
Which meant he spent more time in her bed as well.
Life is complicated. Always. It's complex and fraught with
both
mysteries and danger. Even a hermit, who wishes only to
contemplate
his navel in the middle of nowhere, has problems to face. In his
case,
it might simply be getting enough to eat, or enough of the right foods
to keep himself healthy. He is at risk of falling as he walks or
climbs here and there, and a debilitating injury for such a man could
be a death sentence. He might have to face wild
animals. A hundred
complications could pop up in his life.
And while Megan expected
problems to develop in her life, what she
didn't expect was for them to result from the disaffections of her
pharmacist, Peter.
She had known Peter for years. He ran a little family drugstore,
one
of the few remaining ones in the United States, in fact. Having
completed pharmacist school, which is almost as demanding as medical
school, he took over the family business. The problem was that
Peter
had some issues that rendered him, basically, unattractive to
women.
It would have helped if he'd wash his hair and take a shower more often
than twice a week. It would have helped if he'd have used some of
his
own products to address his halitosis. And it probably would have
helped if he wasn’t certifiably nuts.
But all this was unknown to poor Peter, because no woman had ever spent
enough time with him to form the kind of relationship that might bring
up these points in conversation. And besides, he thought he
was
irresistible. That was part of his certifiably nuts
situation. That
was why he quite often asked his unattached female customers out on
dates.
He had asked Megan out several times, in fact. Each time she had
politely told him she didn't date. Taking the hint, he stopped
asking
her out, and started asking Raleigh out instead. Having talked
about
this with her mother, she took a page out of Megan's play book and also
said she didn't date. She blamed that on school. And,
because Peter
was pretty good at taking the hint (he had tons of practice) and
because the drug store was only a couple of blocks from the house,
making it too convenient to avoid, both women forgot all about his
interest. It had been some five or six years since he had said
anything other than a polite greeting to either of them.
He had not, however, forgotten them. This was the result of
one of
the complications of Peter's life. Peter liked to keep tabs on
people
... mostly his customers ... but also a few celebrities and some
friends of his mother as well. His days were better, or worse,
depending on how all these people he was keeping tabs on behaved.
If
they did what he thought they should, he was happy. If they "fell
down
on the job" or "failed" then he was unhappy.
Now I'm sure you're scratching your head right now, wondering why the
author has suddenly gone off on this wild ass tangent about Peter, the
pharmacist.
Well, just imagine Megan going to her neighborhood pharmacy to fill
prescriptions for birth control pills for both herself and her
daughter. From Peter's perspective, they obviously were dating. And
from Peter's perspective, when they had started dating ... they should
have come to him and told him so ... so he could take them out.
After
all, he had a prior claim, right? And this led to one of the
other
complications in Peter's life ... the one where he punished people for
failing to meet his expectations.
The way he punished most of the women who spurned him ... including
Megan Tomlinson, was to charge her for birth control pills, and
actually give her counterfeits he got from Mexico for next to nothing.
And of course the reason he got them for next to nothing, was because
they had next to nothing in them in terms of an active ingredient.
Then, when Hamako needed to fill her own prescription, Raleigh took her
to meet Peter.
And because Peter could tell Hamako was important to Raleigh ... he
punished her too.
It didn't take long for the girls to figure out they'd get laid a lot
more often if they went to Bob's house, instead of waiting around where
Megan and Raleigh lived. This was particularly true of Hamako,
who had
moved back into the dorm, even though Megan invited her to stay.
She
had already paid for her lodging, and it wasn't refundable.
Besides,
it was easier to study in her room. If she was at either Megan's
or
Bob's, there were too many distractions. The distraction at Bob's
was
that she had him all to herself. Once she got him to start on
her, she
didn't want it to end. Hamako, at times, would have taken
literally
all day long to make love. Her favorite of Confucius sayings in
that
setting was "Confucius say it does not matter how slowly you go so long
as you do not stop."
For Hamako, visiting Megan's house was just as distracting.
Raleigh
was there. And sometimes both Raleigh and Bob were there at the
same
time. So she could get lured into the bedroom by Raleigh or Bob
... or
both.
Raleigh spent more time at the ranch for other reasons than getting Bob
in bed. Since he was spending so much time working with the
contractors who were building her mother's future, he had less time to
spend taking care of the animals. Raleigh loved doing that, and
got to
ride more, so she spent as much time there as possible.
The fact that she had a fantasy of being made love to by Bob in as many
different places as possible might have had something to do with it
too, though. Such as in the barn, which included the tack room,
the
hay loft and the feed room, not to mention being bent over a saddle
stand, or the hitching post outside. She also managed to get what
she
wanted on the kitchen table, in the pantry, on the couch, in a hammock
on the back porch and even straddling him on the tractor while he cut
hay.
Which is probably why she was the first to miss a period. She
didn't
think too much about it. She had been thrown off a horse
recently, and
thought that was reason enough for her body to have "hiccupped".
Besides, her periods, as sometimes happens when a girl is extra tall,
were often unreliable. That meant both in terms of starting on
time,
and rates of flow. The point is ... she didn't suspect she was
pregnant.
Megan's periods, on the other hand, could have been used by NASA to
time things in the space program. And when she missed, she went
to the
pharmacy and bought a home pregnancy test.
Peter could get fakes of those from Mexico as well ... and did so with
glee.
To be truthful, even had Megan gotten a good test, and found out right
away, it wouldn't have made a difference. She wasn't the kind of woman
to try to avoid the responsibilities involved in creating new
life.
But in fact, it wasn't until she missed again that she went to the
doctor, who blandly advised her that no test is a hundred percent
reliable ... not even the one he did that showed she was "good and
pregnant," as he phrased it.
Still, nobody tumbled to the concept that they might be taking sugar
pills instead of birth control. Nobody tried to hide anything
either,
including Bob, when his behavior suggested he was entirely more
accepting and excited about all this than the actual expectant mothers
were.
Which could be why Hamako decided not to worry about things, and kept
climbing in bed with Bob as often as she could.
Two months later, Hamako made it unanimous.
While life always has its complications, there are usually solutions to
them. That is particularly (though not always) true when one,
like
Bob, has a lot of money.
Megan's attitude about things in general had changed. She was
much
less wed to her house, and the past that represented, than she had
been. And that allowed her to seriously consider options that,
only
six months ago, she would not have.
She and Bob were married in a small, private ceremony in the outdoor
chapel of a summer camp Raleigh had attended for several years.
Raleigh and Hamako were there, but other than them, only the minister
was present.
He had a house big enough for all of them plus the children, so that's
where they lived "for the present." Megan put her house on the
market
and priced it very high. Actually selling it wasn't a high
priority
at that point in time, and that way they didn't have to move everything
to Bob's house at once.
The babies changed everything, at least as far as Megan's theory went
... the one she had come up with a while back, and which she wouldn't
tell anyone about. That theory was that the girls were merely
infatuated with Bob, and would eventually begin casting their eyes
toward men closer to their own ages ... men who had interests that were
more similar to theirs ... men they'd fall in love with, and want to
marry ... and have babies with.
Though, in a sense, she was right. Raleigh's interests were in
the ranch and the horses ... and loving Bob and having his baby.
Hamako's interests were in learning business, American style, and
creating something from nothing and making it work. Oh ...
and loving
Bob and having his baby.
He wasn't near their ages, but two out of three ain't bad.
And as for Megan, while she wasn't wild about being pregnant again at
what she thought of as an advanced age, what she had stumbled upon by
"renting" Bob to be her husband was something she never thought she'd
ever experience again. It was something so precious that enduring
anything to secure that love was worth it ... even nine months of
pregnancy.
In fact, Megan would do it again, two years later, giving birth on the
very day the first Stitch Bitch rolled off the factory line. But
that's yet another story.
For now, all three women were ecstatic with their lot in life, and with
the man they had agreed to love and share. And that sense of
well-being served them well as Megan's business plans went forward.
There was, in fact, only one more surprise in their lives, though it
was one that didn't directly affect their relationship.
Bob had a meeting he couldn't miss, so Megan, Raleigh and Hamako, all
three in the advanced stages of pregnancy, went together welcome Akio
and his mother back to the United States as they arrived to establish
their new home.
"Look at us," sighed Megan, when they got to a place where they could
see the passengers when they came down the ramp. "We look like a
chapter of Future Mothers of America. What will they think?"
worried
Megan.
Hamako's face was typically inscrutable as she said "They know that
Confucius say it take many nails to build crib, but only one screw to
fill it."
Then she laughed, as the other two women smiled at her.
They saw Akio first, who looked worried. But when he saw them,
his
face morphed to that of a stunned young man, as he saw all three
pregnant bellies. Then his body actually shook, almost like a dog
coming out of the water, though it was only a brief, momentary violent
twitch. His voice barked, also like a dog, though it was a laugh.
That behavior was explained as Sinho, also eight months gravid, waddled
out of the gangway.
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