The Making of a Gigolo (12) - Janet Griswold

by Lubrican

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Chapter Five

Janet lay on him, limp from kisses that had lasted for what seemed like an hour. She couldn't get enough of his lips ... of the passion he gave her through his lips. He hadn't gone soft and, while they kissed, he moved her hips gently, just massaging her pussy on the inside.

Her clit demanded more, and she rubbed harder. She got to do another thing for the very first time. She got to have an orgasm while her lover kissed her. That orgasm left her limp, and satisfied ... except that she wanted more kisses.

Now his lips became more demanding. He nipped at her lips with his own, and his hips wiggled beneath her. He seemed agitated, making thrusts with his hips.

Then she felt the warm bath that his prick delivered, deep inside her, and he moaned into her mouth. His hands slid all over her back as she felt him spurt again, and then again. She sucked his tongue, as her pussy squeezed, without her conscious direction.

Janet woke. Memory was instantaneous, and she realized she was still lying on top of him. She had fallen asleep, and couldn't believe it. She raised her head, and saw he was awake and looking at her.

"I'm sorry," she gushed.

"It's okay," he said. "Except that I need to use the bathroom."

She sat up. His ankles were still tied. She scrambled to untie the knots on his ankles, while he worked on the ones still tied to his wrists. When she pulled the ropes off his ankles she could see a depression in the skin, where the rope had pressed hard.

As soon as he was free, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, walking to the bathroom. He closed the door. She had no idea what to do now. She wasn't used to the aftermath of something like this, and felt awkward.

Then the door was open and he was walking toward her again. He was gorgeous, so tall and strong. His penis swung gently, drooping between his legs.

"One more kiss before I go?" he asked, smiling.

She all but fell into his arms, as he gave her something to do, and loved that kiss as much as she had loved the others.

"I'm proud of you," he said softly, when the kiss was over. "I think you made big strides today."

His comment, made with a straight face, like he was some kind of psychologist or something, was so ludicrous that she giggled, and then laughed.

"You're something else," she giggled. "I don't know what you are, but you're definitely something else."

"I'm just a guy," he said carelessly. "A guy who had a great time today, and is looking forward to having a great time with you again."

"You mean that, don't you," she said, still having a hard time adjusting to believing a man ... taking him at his word.

"If I didn't need to get home, I'd show you how much I mean it right now," he said. His hand went to his soft penis and gripped it, sliding the skin off the tip.

She felt the thrill of a woman being appreciated, even if it was by a lewd behavior. She didn't care. She felt good.

"As tempting as that is, I need to think about what happened," she said. "This is all so new. Most of what happened today was new. You're a little too good to believe."

"I'm just me," he said. "Call me when you're ready."

Janet really was a pretty strong woman, even if she had labored under one crippling disillusionment. She had made her way alone for a long time, and she had the capacity for rational thought. As she played back the events of that afternoon, it became clear to her that she had finally met a man who cared about her, as much as he cared about himself. She was under no illusion that what they had shared was love ... not in the classical sense. But they had shared intimacy in a loving way, and that had been ... electrifying.

As a strong woman, Janet was capable of adapting to situations and circumstances that threw her a curve. She was capable of thinking things out, and making a decision.

She called Bobby the next day.

When Chuck parked to pick up "Matilda", and went to the door to knock, he had no clue what he was about to face.

They answered the door together.

They were dressed identically. Their hair was done identically. The makeup, from one to the other was indistinguishable. Their heads were even tilted in the same manner.

"Hi Chuck," they said, together, their voices identically matched. "I'm ready to go." They had obviously practiced this. It was like listening to one voice, in stereo.

"Um ... hi," said Chuck. "What's going on?"

Again, they spoke in tandem. It was eerie, as if some alien intelligence was controlling them.

"You've been a very bad boy," they said.

Chuck wasn't stupid. He got it right away.

"You started it!" he said, in a lame attempt to get off the hook.

Finally only one of them spoke.

"No, Chuck, you started it. You had two perfectly acceptable girls to go out with, and have fun with, but when you figured out what we were doing, you took advantage of us."

"Well, you let me," he said, weakly. He had the sudden inspiration that this date might not go as well as he'd planned.

He was wrong, but he didn't know that then.

The only clue that they had, in fact, practiced saying things together, came when one of them seemed to accidentally touch the other with the back of her hand. It was, in fact, a signal.

"Where are you taking us?" they asked.

"You?" Chuck's face wrinkled. "Both of you?"

"Of course," said the one that hadn't spoken alone yet. "We both like you and you obviously like both of us."

"Together? At the same time?" he moaned. His hopes of getting a hand in somebody's pants drained away. In fact, it looked like he wasn't going to get to have any naughty fun at all.

He was wrong about that too, but he didn't know that yet either.

"Both of us," they said, as one voice.

While Chuck was trying to decide what to do - this could get expensive if he took them out to eat - on the far side of Granger, Janet was opening her door to face the man she was no longer afraid of.

"Hi," she said, blushing a little. She might not be afraid, but she was still a little shy. She had shared something incredibly intimate with this man, and she hardly knew him.

"I'm glad you called," he said.

A little of the old, normal Janet bubbled up.

"I'm not surprised. Men seem to think about just one thing."

"If that's not what I'm supposed to be thinking about," he said casually, "then why did you call me? Is something broken?"

She winced inside. He was right. He knew exactly why she had called him. So, doing what women do frequently when they're caught in a philosophical booboo, she just ignored it, and stepped back to let him in. She expected him to sweep her into his arms and kiss her.

He didn't.

"What are we going to do tonight?" he asked, instead.

It threw her off base. What did he think they were going to do? Hadn't he just admitted that he had sex on his mind?

"Go out to eat? Play a game? Go for another walk?" He made suggestions in rapid fire speech.

She looked confused, and he laughed.

"Come on, Janet. We can't just fuck like bunnies all the time. We need to get to know each other too."

His use of the term "fucking like bunnies" was similar to what her husbands might have said, but so different in its tone that it wasn't crass at all. It got a smile, in fact.

"It's nice to know a man can be interested in something other than sex," she said.

"Don't get the wrong idea," he said. "I'm very interested in the sex. I'm ready to go right now. You turn me on something fierce. But it will be even better if we're more familiar with each other."

She felt that thrill of knowing a man wanted her ... particularly this man. She was, in fact, "ready to go" right now too. She'd been thinking about this all week. Each time she'd used her dildo, she'd wished he was there instead.

"I'm not used to just talking to a man," she said.

"Do you have any brothers?" he asked.

She looked at him in surprise. "No. I was an only child."

"Well, just try to think of me as the brother you didn't know you had, and you just found. We have a lot to catch up on."

She was amazed at how simple that one odd idea was. They ended up riding around. Janet showed him the house she had grown up in, and he took her out to the farm, and showed her that. They ended up parking on a hill that overlooked Granger. It wasn't much of a hill, but, as the light faded from the cloudy sky, and the lights of town came on, they twinkled and identified places that would otherwise be invisible in the dark.

They talked for two hours, before he leaned over and kissed her.

Then, suddenly, they were making out like teenagers.

One of the twinkling lights they were looking at was the front porch light of the house Chuck lived in with his parents. Said parents were out for the night, playing bridge, which left the house empty.

There were teenagers making out there ... three of them, in fact. Chuck's dismal assessment of the situation had taken a radical shift when the girls suggested that the only thing that had changed was that now everything was out in the open.

He'd had to adjust his "sexual clock" somewhat. Making out with two girls at the same time turned out to involve some tricky timing. You couldn't spend too long with one, and in the process, neglect the other.

In fact, Chuck felt a little like a ping pong ball.

Both girls were topless, and he had four nipples to suck. That made it a little easier to accept the fact that neither of them would let him get his hand in their pants. In fact, from Chuck's perspective, it didn't get much better than this.

They still hadn't told him which one was which, though their kisses separated them. He had tried using their names, hoping to be corrected, because he knew that once he knew which was which, he'd know them apart by their kisses from that point on. The problem was that no matter which name he used, the girl he used it on only said something like, "Ohhhh I love it when you suck gently like that," or "Kiss me some more, Chuck."

He had adapted pretty well to spending just the right amount of time with each girl, and was feeling pretty good about things. He was not prepared when one of them said, "I think it's time."

He wasn't prepared, because he was suddenly tackled by two girls, who tickled him, poked him and generally made it impossible to do anything except fend their hands off.

That's when one of them went for his belt.

"What?" he yelped, as his belt came loose. His hand reached automatically, but had to divert as fingers dug into his ribs.

Within the next three minutes, Chuck Cunningham was efficiently, and with great embarrassment, de-pantsed by two girls.

It wasn't that Chuck didn't want to lose his pants. If the girls had simply said, "Hey Chuck, we'd like to see your penis. How about it?" he would have gladly shucked his jeans. But having your pants forcibly removed by two girls, who have the mysterious knowledge of how to make you helpless, just doesn't match the self image of most males.

So he struggled, as the girls laughed and giggled. He got his nipples tweaked several times, and howled. He got smothered by naked breasts pressed to his face. When he tried to kick, a surprisingly strong hand suddenly gripped his balls, and what had been a sweet voice, only moments ago said "Don't make me hurt you, Chucky!"

He subsided, then. He was beaten, and he knew it. When fingers pulled at his underwear, he not only didn't resist, he lifted his hips to assist them.

"Okay, Betty," said the voice from the girl who was not on top of him ... the one who had gripped his balls so strongly.

He lay there, panting, as the two topless girls got on either side of him, their faces only inches from his penis, which was as hard as it had ever been, and stared at it.

"Wow," said Betty.

"Yeah, wow," sighed Matilda.

"What are you doing?" asked Chuck.

"Looking at it, silly," said Betty.

"All you would have had to do was ask," he gasped. His right nipple still hurt.

"It wouldn't have been nearly as much fun that way," said Matilda. "Besides, we had to punish you a little bit for tricking us."

Chuck, by then, had realized that his precious family jewels were in no danger, and that this date was vastly exceeding his wildest expectations. Under those circumstances, it didn't seem important to remind them, again, that they had started it.

Bobby and Janet finally separated. No clothing had been removed, but hands had slipped here and there.

"Take me home," she moaned.

"Can I stay when we get there?" he panted.

"You'd better!" she yipped.

Their passion didn't fade as he drove them to her house.

"I brought the ropes," he said, as he got out. He went to the trunk.

"You don't need them," she said, almost jumping up and down with excitement. "Can I be on top again?"

"Of course," he said.

Gone was her shyness. A new world had been opened up to her, and she was impatient to take advantage of it. They undressed together and he lay down on the bed, erect ... ready for her. She stared at his penis, just for a second, and her eyes flitted to the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, where her dildo lay. It could just stay there. What he offered was so much better.

She groaned as she felt him split her apart, and settled down, just sitting ... just feeling that wonderful, warm fullness. He lay with his hands behind his head and a smile on his face, like he was lying in the sun.

Then, unable to wait another second, she leaned forward, with her hands on his shoulders, and jerked her hips so fast that her heavy breasts started swaying toward his face, and back again, to hit her ribcage. He lifted his head and played at capturing a nipple, but couldn't do it because her breasts were gyrating so wildly.

Her first orgasm was so easy to find that it almost shocked her, and she stopped, to rotate her pussy on him, grinding her clit against his pubic bone as the waves of pleasure washed through her.

"This is so gooood," she groaned.

"Do it again," he urged her, lying perfectly still.

She did, but this time, as the streaks of pleasure shot from her pussy in different directions, she leaned down while she rubbed, to let him get a nipple in his mouth. The sucking only intensified what was going on in her pussy.

"Can I be on top, just for a little bit?" he panted.

She was so happy now that she didn't think about what he asked for as some kind of domination. She rolled and welcomed him between her legs.

He didn't lie on top of her, like both Willard and Jack had done. He held himself up, with his head above hers, and leaned down for more of those wonderful kisses as he stroked deep inside her. He sped up only a little, and his face wrinkled up, just before she felt another warm bath of sperm soaking her pussy.

"Ohhh thank you," he groaned, pushing hard and staying deep as his prick pulsed repeatedly inside her.

Janet had just watched him, as he did this. She had used him, as he lay there, and to be honest, he was using her now. But, somehow, his fervid thanks made her feel like she was special. He could be anywhere, with any woman, doing this with that woman, but he had chosen to do it here, in her bed, with her. There might not be unending love between them, but they had chosen each other to share this with, and that made it seem special somehow.

She thought of Rhonda, her best friend, who had done the same thing with this man. Her breath caught in her throat as, for the first time, she remembered that Rhonda's belly had swelled up with this man's baby! In all the confusion, and fear and anxiety of this new relationship, she hadn't thought about that at all!

It was too late now, of course. She was soaked. The feel of his warm semen in her body seemed to intensify, suddenly, and a ball of heat swelled in her abdomen.

"You just made me pregnant!" she gasped.

His face hung over her, his blue eyes staring down into hers. He leaned down for a soft kiss and then pulled back.

"I hope so," he said softly.

Across town, Chuck was in a cloud of ecstasy. Matilda and Betty had just stared, at first, but they couldn't resist playing with the new toy they had uncovered. Their hands were like feathers all over his groin. They got into an argument about whether his prick was cute or ugly and misshapen. He didn't care, as long as their fingers continued to play with it.

"Suck it!" he gasped, going for broke.

"No way!" squealed one of them. He couldn't tell which.

"Not going to happen, Chucky," said a voice that, because of the inflections she used on "Chucky" he recognized as Matilda. "How do we make it squirt?"

"Just rub it," he gasped, wanting to cum so badly that his ball sack felt like they must be as big as a softball.

He felt a hand grip him and drag down, almost painfully.

"Not so hard!" he yelped.

"Okay," said Matilda. "We've never done this before."

Chuck's left hand scrabbled for the drawer that was built into his headboard that held the tube of hand cream he used when he did this for himself. He extended the tube to them.

"Put some of this on your hand. It will slide then."

They were quick learners, which was good, because Chuck was primed. It was bad because they kept trading off, which meant he got close, and then they changed, and he had to start all over again. Finally he couldn't take it any longer.

"Just one of you," he pleaded. "One of you keep doing it for a while."

He didn't know which one did it, but as soon as she had gone for more than forty five seconds straight, he was there.

"Oh yeah!" he groaned. "Don't stop!"

"Ewwwwww!" came twin voices as his penis erupted, and young, healthy semen spurted all over the place. The hand disappeared from his prick, but his ejaculation was already under way. His penis tipped and he splattered his own stomach with his spend, not caring.

"That's gross!" whined Betty.

"It's so messy!" said Matilda.

"Damn!" sighed Chuck. This was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

"Why would you want to get me pregnant?" asked Janet, who was lying beside Bobby. Having decided it was too late to do anything about it, she had also decided not to be upset. Besides, it might not be all that dangerous right now anyway. Neither of her husbands had ever gotten her pregnant, and that was part of why she hadn't thought about the possibility with Bobby.

"I wouldn't do this with a woman if I didn't want her to have my child," he said.

"That's silly!" she said. "You're a gigolo."

"Maybe," he said. "I haven't actually looked that word up in a dictionary yet, but I don't really do this for the money."

"Why do you do it then?" she asked.

He looked at her like she was crazy. "I do it because I like the women I do it with," he said.

"That's still no reason to want to get them pregnant," she said.

"I can't help that," he said. "If I like a woman, I just think about her having my baby. Isn't that what all this is for in the first place?"

"Well, yes, technically," admitted Janet. "But most people don't want to have babies unless they're married."

"Do you want to marry me?" he asked.

Now she looked at him like he was crazy.

"You should know me well enough by now, just from what I told you tonight, to know I'm not interested in getting married again," she said.

"Then why did you let me do this?" he asked.

"Because it felt good!" she moaned. "Because I needed it!"

"I agree," he said. "Those are two of the reasons I did this with you."

"What if I don't get pregnant?" she asked. "Will you be disappointed?"

"Of course not," he said. "If you want to go on the pill, or one of those other things, and not get pregnant, that's perfectly fine."

"You could use a rubber from now on," she said.

"I won't do that," he said. "It would ruin the feeling."

"That seems awfully irresponsible to me," said Janet. "Why does it have to be the woman who takes measures?"

"You don't have to do this with me at all," said Bobby. "That's your choice. I told you ... you're in charge."

"That's not fair," she moaned. "I'm already addicted to you! I know exactly why Rhonda acted the way she did, now that I know what it was like."

"Then I hope you like babies, or don't mind going on the pill," he said. "If we keep doing this, you'll get pregnant."

"I hate men," sighed Janet, but there was no passion in her voice.

"Do you hate me?" he asked.

"No, but I hate men," she sighed again.

He didn't understand that, exactly, but she didn't get up, and she didn't make him leave. So he kissed her.

Ten minutes later he was on top of her again, and she was thrusting up at him, having an orgasm.

"I could pull out," he panted, very close.

"Okay," she grunted, as her pussy rippled around his wonderful prick.

Her legs wrapped around him, and her arms held him tight, though. Her body knew what it wanted, even if her mind did not.

It wanted to feel that warm bath inside her again.

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