The Making of a Gigolo (15) - Agatha Roberts

by Lubrican

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Chapter Twenty

Melanie felt much better. That's because this man kissed her just perfectly. He had kissed her four or five times, already, and his hands were sliding all over her back. She could feel her motor revving. Normally, that was a danger sign, but the circumstances of this peculiar day made that okay, so she let it happen, and enjoyed it.

Ten minutes later they were somehow on the bed, still kissing. She wasn't sure how they'd gotten there, exactly, but that was okay too. Now his fingers were brushing the sides of her breasts. It was fun to let that happen too, and not worry about it. What was the most fun, though, was being turned on, and not being so scared by it. She sucked at the tip of his tongue, as he pulled back from her face.

"I like kissing you," he said.

"You're good at this," she panted.

For answer, he started kissing her neck. He got up on his hands and knees, which startled her, but then she understood, when he began moving his lips from one shoulder to the other, across her upper chest. His lips dipped to her upper cleavage, and she had to force herself to relax. Then he was kissing her stomach, and he stuck his tongue into her belly button.

"That tickles," she giggled, wiggling under him.

"Does this tickle?" he asked, kissing his way up the swell of one cloth covered breast, to kiss the jutting tip of the nipple.

Her eyes opened wide. This was so new! But it was fun too. "No," she said softly.

His fingers reached for the top of her tube top and she froze again. He rolled it down a couple of inches, and then kissed what he'd revealed.

"How 'bout that?" he asked, smiling up at her. "Does that tickle?"

"No," she whispered.

He kept going, rolling the top down inch, by inch. Soon the roll of cloth was just above her nipples. She lifted her head and could see the brown edge of one areola.

"Now?" He kept doing that!

"No!" she said, her voice louder now.

She didn't expect him to just drag the whole top down ... to uncover both breasts, all at once. As he had rolled the front of the top, the back had been stuck by her body weight and now, as his hands pulled and her breasts were suddenly bare, the back pulled uncomfortably. It was just instinct to push into the bed with the back of her head and arch her back, to ease the strain. The tightly stretched material under her snapped downward, and suddenly the tube top was wrapped around her lower ribs.

She also wasn't ready for him to lean down and suck a nipple into his mouth.

"Uhhhhh!," she groaned. The sweet streaks of pleasure were like nothing she'd ever felt before. He moved to the other one, and his fingers came to the abandoned one to squeeze and pull gently.

"Ohhhhhh fuck," she groaned.

She was almost astonished when he raised his head and said "How 'bout that? Does that tickle?"

"Don't stop!" she gasped, amazed that the words had come out of her mouth.

"Okay," he said, still smiling, and went back to work on her breasts.

"I think this is going to work most well," said Jeff Hamilton, leaning back in his chair.

"I'm glad," said a very relieved Mirriam, also relaxing. She was a little surprised that he hadn't bargained a little harder. He'd given her a better deal than she'd expected. She thought about his reference to a grant, and about how it was always easier to spend someone else's money than your own. But that was fine. The deal she'd struck with this man would solve all their money problems, both for this season and beyond. "I can't thank you enough for choosing us to serve you."

Jeff surveyed the woman sitting across from him. They were about the same age. He glanced at her finger. No ring. She was a handsome woman, and intelligent. He was going to enjoy being around her all summer. Who knew what might happen?

"Your grad students aren't back yet," said Mirriam. She was aware of how he was looking at her. She wasn't averse to his examination, but at the same time, she wasn't seeking anything either. He was an interesting man, but she assumed he was married. She had Bobby, for when she needed a man.

"They're boyfriend and girlfriend," said Jeff.

"I see," said Mirriam.

"I hope that won't be a problem," said Jeff.

"Not my business," said Mirriam.

"We're all pretty close, working together as much as we do," he said. "I work them hard. I can't complain if they have a little fun now and then. It's the seventies, after all."

"As I said," said Mirriam. "It's not my business. Would you like some tea?"

He smiled. "I thought we were finished."

"While we wait for your students," explained Mirriam.

"Excellent," said Jeff.

"They're going to come looking for us!" gasped Wanda. She had ridden him through an orgasm, and, despite her protestations, he had rolled her over and was hunched over her now, fucking her with pile driver stabs of his hard prick. She could hear her pussy gurgling and making squishy noises, and could feel his balls slapping her butt.

"Almost there," he gasped. Then, "Ohhhh yeeeaaaaahhhhhh," as he jetted into her.

As with so many young people, they scrambled up immediately, seeking to restore their clothing so that no one would know what they'd done. They were unaware that they could have taken ten more minutes, while the adults inside sipped tea and chatted.

"Ohhhh Bobby," sighed Melanie. She was squeezing her own breasts now, because Bobby was busy doing something she hadn't dreamed he'd do. She could hear him slurping between her legs, and yet again, she felt something that was better than anything else she'd ever felt.

He didn't answer her. He'd fingered her through one orgasm, while sucking her nipples. He'd only loosened the front of her short shorts for that, but when he got her naked she just let it happen. Not only that, her hips had lifted to help him remove her last garment. No male had seen her completely naked since she got to college, but she wasn't shy about letting this one see her that way. She was aware that was insane. She'd just met the guy! But somehow, what he was doing to her felt so natural that she just had to allow it to go on and on. She was no longer reluctant, either, about her virginity. She had assumed he'd finish the job, and had spread her legs with only a twinge of nervousness.

But he hadn't done what she thought he would, and she felt like her body was rising off the bed, full of something that would make her float, like a balloon. She wasn't sure exactly what he was doing down there, but it felt so good she knew she was going to have another orgasm soon.

That amazed her. Like so many women, she thought you got one per session, and that was all. He was about to prove her wrong.

It was while she was in the throes of her second orgasm that he crawled up, fisted his prick, and did what he'd been hired to do.

Suzie and Tiffany had been sitting, and listening to the muffled sounds coming from Melanie's bedroom for what seemed like hours. Suzie checked her watch, and saw that it was two-fifteen. They'd been in there for an hour and a half.

Neither girl could really comprehend what was going on. It had been very quiet at first. Neither girl had felt like talking. Both were trying to imagine what was happening behind that door. Then a dim "Ohhh fuck" had drifted to their ears, making both of them perk up. It was obviously Melanie's voice. They looked at each other. It had gotten quiet again.

Ten minutes later, there had been more noises, and it had been basically noisy ever since, in a muted sort of way. If they'd have turned on the stereo, they couldn't have heard it but, like people who drive by an accident scene, they couldn't help but pay attention to it.

The suddenness and unexpectedness of Melanie's wail shocked them. It was loud, easily audible through the door. It was a wail of pain ... except it didn't sound like pain. Tiffany actually stood up.

"What's going on in there?" she asked, breathlessly.

"I don't know," said Suzie weakly. She had no trouble imagining Bobby. She'd seen him undressed lots of times. She'd seen Melanie nude too, but she just couldn't manage to put both of them in the same scene.

Tiffany sat back down, almost gingerly, like she was sore. "Do you think it just happened?" she asked, her voice shaky.

"What were they doing all this time, if it just happened?" asked Suzie.

They listened to the quiet. Almost as if someone was turning a radio up very slowly, they heard Melanie's voice, softly at first, and then louder, until they could actually hear her voice, and the words she was saying.

"Oh fuck Bobby that feels so good!" came her alto tones through the door. "Oh please don't stop!"

Then, suddenly, it was quiet again.

Bobby was having fun, really. He wasn't turned on ... not like when he had sex with his sisters, or a woman he cared about a lot. But watching Melanie respond to what he was doing was like watching a child enjoying an ice cream cone you just gave her.

He'd thought she was ready. He hadn't eased into her like he had Paula, because, with his fingers, he'd felt that she wasn't as tight as Paula had been. And he'd been right, in the sense that when he slid into her, she didn't feel pain, exactly. What she felt was the surprise and shock of being filled and stretched. She had been ready to be filled and stretched. All those anxious hours of worrying ... all that tension inside her ... all of that stopping, just when things were getting interesting, had left her ready to rejoice when she finally felt what she'd dreamed about for years.

She'd been letting herself go for an hour and a half, though she didn't reckon the time in minutes. And now, in the middle of the best orgasm she'd ever had, as she felt the completion of her goal, all the remaining tension burst out of her in a wail of joy that it was finally over. Then, as he started moving in her, she realized it was just beginning.

Basically, Melanie was as happy as she'd ever been in a long, long time. She was very vocal about it, up until the time that Bobby knew she was getting too loud. Then he ran his arms under her shoulder blades, gripped her shoulders, scooted his knees up so he could use just his abdominal muscles, and sealed his lips onto hers.

His belly muscles began a rapid tensing and relaxing, and he made rabbit-like strokes that left Melanie flopping helplessly in his grip, her arms bouncing on the bed, and her heels doing the same thing as his sides pushed her thighs toward her head.

Her pussy told him when she came. It squeezed and pulsed as her slack mouth let what would have been shouts and groans out of her lungs. He kept going until her shouts turned to moans, and then whimpers.

Then he stopped, deep inside her, and let her recover. He still gripped her, though, and she was still helpless in that grip. Her pussy still fluttered, but weakly now, and she gave all her energy to just breathing. He lifted his head. Her eyes were closed.

"You want more?" he asked.

Her eyes fluttered open.

"You're not human," she panted.

"Sure I am," he said, kissing her chin.

Her stomach felt sore from the muscles there cramping. It wasn't a bad sore, and she knew it would fade away quickly. She knew if she stopped now, she'd wish she hadn't, later, but still she gave up. "I think I've had enough," she huffed.

Bobby was in that special place that a man sometimes finds himself, where he feels like cumming ... would like to cum, even, but knows that it would take a lot of work to get there. In those times, it feels wonderful to stroke your prick into soft pussy, because you know you can go forever, and make that wonderful feeling last. In truth, if there had been only one woman, he would have stayed with her long enough to let her recuperate, and then enjoy getting to the point where he'd spurt in her.

But there wasn't just one woman.

He let his hands relax their grip on her, and moved them so that he could rise from her breasts. He scooted his knees back, and slowly withdrew his still rock hard prick from her pussy. She sighed as he did so, and lifted her head to watch it come out, as if she couldn't believe it had really been in her.

"You're so hard," she sighed. "I thought it got all soft when you were done."

"I didn't cum," he said.

"You didn't?" Her voice rose.

"I'm used to going longer," he said.

"You're not human," she sighed again.

"Are you on the pill?" he asked.

"Yes."

"Good girl," he said. "Maybe later we can do this again."

"I could sleep for a week," she moaned.

"I guess you can," he said, grinning. "You okay?"

"I'm wonderful," she sighed.

"I'm glad you had a good time," he said. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

Her hands leapt up to his head and she held it as he pulled away.

"Thank you," she said. There were tears in her eyes.

"My pleasure," he said, kissing her again.

She watched his hard body get covered again as he dressed. She realized she was lying there, her legs spread, totally naked in front of this man she'd only known for a few hours.

She just didn't care.

Suzie and Tiffany had sat there, straining to hear something again. Both girls tended to hold their breath, and then let it out with a whoosh and a gasp, as new air was taken in. When the door opened, both jumped.

Bobby walked out, looking perfectly normal. Both girls stared at his face and then instinctively through the open door. They could see Melanie's naked legs and thighs on the bed, but then the door blocked their view as he closed it. Had they looked at his groin they'd have seen the bar of his cock, lying under his jeans, but they didn't look there.

"Be right with you," he said, as if he had just gone in that room to get something, and would hand it over in a minute. He disappeared into the bathroom.

Tiffany stood up again, watching Melanie's door, waiting for her friend to come out. Nothing happened. The door stayed closed. She turned to look at Suzie.

"Is she okay?" she asked.

"How should I know?" Suzie replied.

"Should I go see?" Tiffany sounded worried.

"If you were her, and you were okay, would you want somebody barging in on you right now?"

"I guess not." Tiffany sounded disappointed. She looked around, and then picked up her wine glass, which had been refilled after lunch and brought to the room, but not touched since then. She lifted it to her lips and drained it in one long series of gulps.

Suzie looked for her own untouched glass, and did the same thing.

Suzie sat alone in the living room. She finished her third glass of wine since lunch. Tiffany's room was right next to Melanie's. Both of their bedroom doors faced the living room, which, if a normal family had lived there would have been a living room and dining room. The girls had two couches and two overstuffed chairs, hand me downs, and used all the space as a living room. A wall with a door in it separated the dining room space from the kitchen. There was a hallway that led to the bathroom and Suzie's bedroom, which was in the back of the house.

She noticed that the sun was going down, based on the slanting sunlight coming through the windows across from Melanie's and Tiffany's bedrooms. She looked at her watch. It was four-thirty.

Bobby had stayed in the bathroom half an hour. They both understood why when they heard the shower going. Of course he'd take a shower afterwards. That made them both feel better, even though Suzie had no intention of getting naked with her brother. Then he had come out, fully dressed, and walked over to Tiffany, holding his hand out to her.

She had darted a look at Suzie, and then at Melanie's door. Sounds that couldn't be anything but pleasure had come through that door. She was pale when she stood up ... but she stood up. Without a word, she led him to her room.

They'd been in there for an hour now.

So far, all Suzie's straining ears had heard had been little yipping sounds. Then, almost suddenly, there was a loud female groan. Suzie got up and went back to the kitchen. She opened the third bottle of wine. She and Tiffany had drunk a whole bottle by themselves. She felt tipsy, but that was okay. It actually helped a little. She carried her glass back into the living room, wondering why she was staying in there in the first place. Melanie came out of her room suddenly, just as another loud moan came through Tiffany's door. Melanie was in her robe again, her hair tousled. Suzie thought of the term "well fucked" and, for the first time, really understood what it meant.

"Is that for me?" asked Melanie, looking at the wine glass Suzie was holding. She sounded like she'd just gotten up from sleeping.

"Sure," said Suzie, holding the glass out to her friend.

Melanie took a strong sip, not quite a swig, and swallowed it with relish.

"Girl, you are in for a treat," she sighed, looking at Suzie.

"I am?" squeaked Suzie.

"Ohhhh yeah," sighed Melanie.

There was a louder yipping noise through Tiffany's door.

"It sounds like he's killing her," said Suzie. "You sounded like that too!"

"He can kill me like that any time he wants to," said Melanie, looking at the wine in her glass. She took another sip.

"You're not serious!" said Suzie, feeling tension making her body stiff.

"We should have done this years ago," said Melanie. "I'm going to the kitchen to get something to eat. I could hear them through the wall, and it was making me horny. He's good, Suzie. I'm telling you I never thought I could feel like that."

"He's good?" said Suzie weakly.

"He's worth five times what we're paying him," said Melanie.

Tiffany would have happily agreed with Melanie, had she heard what had just been said. Tiffany might have said he was worth even more than that.

Tiffany had entered her teenaged years as a gangly girl, with lots of metal in her mouth, and very little flesh on her chest. The braces had eventually come off, but her breasts hadn't grown all that much. To make matters worse, everything that she wished would go to her chest went to her butt instead. She had no way of knowing how many men stared lustfully at that bubble butt. She grew her hair long, because it covered her face that way, when acne made her want to stay in bed under the covers.

That had eventually cleared up too, and Tiffany turned into a normal, average, nice looking girl physically. Her mind, however, never quite caught up with her body. She'd always thought of herself as plain and uninteresting. She was the kind of girl who sat in the chairs along the wall at school dances, maybe talking to another girl like herself, and remained mostly invisible. She didn't really ever figure out that it didn't need to be that way.

The first thing that affected her attitude about the relationship between herself and the world was when she was rushed by the sorority she had eventually joined. She couldn't believe those girls ... those popular, glamorous girls ... wanted her to join their sorority. The fact that she later found out they wanted everyone to join their sorority didn't discourage her at all. It simply illuminated the fact that it wasn't actually predetermination that resulted in girls like her having lives like she'd had. It had rocked her world, and she'd come mostly out of her shell.

The second thing that rocked her world was Bobby Dalton. It wasn't that Tiffany didn't want experience with boys as she grew up. She just hadn't had much. It was a vicious cycle, in a way. A boy would ask her out. When it wasn't fun for some reason, instead of analyzing what had gone wrong, she just pulled into her protective shell. Initially, when she was just starting to explore boys, the problem was that the boy was as terrified of making a mistake as she was. So they basically ignored each other. That fed her self image that she wasn't interesting. On her next date ... well ... she just wasn't very interesting. When asked a question, she answered in as few words as possible. She rarely looked at the boys she was with. She was distracted because she was terrified. Boys would only try so many times to overcome the fact that she didn't seem interested in them. Then they asked a different girl out. When that happened she just took sanctuary in her room, and didn't go out for a while.

But when Bobby Dalton took her hand, and she went to the only place in the house that was a real sanctuary for her - her room - she wasn't ignored, and she couldn't ignore him.

He hadn't said a word. Instead, he'd just gone behind her and put his arms around her, with his hands on her stomach. She'd been able to hear him smelling her hair, taking in deep breaths and rubbing his face into her hair. He'd kissed her neck, something no boy had ever done.

She'd closed her eyes, waiting for it all to fall apart. His hands had slid up to her breasts, which were naked under the tank top, instead of being encased in their normal thirty-two inch bra.

For the first five minutes, she just stood there, unbelieving, as a man's hands explored, and squeezed and played with her breasts. His hands dipped down, to go under the shirt and slid back up to rub them skin to skin. It felt so wonderful that she felt like she was in a dream.

When he pulled the shirt up she stood helplessly, her arms raised, and let him make her topless. He turned her, and he bent to suck at her nipples for another five minutes. She tried to watch him, at first ... tried to see what was making her feel so good. Eventually she just closed her eyes and looked up at nothing, concentrating on the feelings that were coursing through her body.

Two things made this entirely different for her. First ... she wasn't being required to talk. Second ... the pleasure distracted her from thinking about what was going on, and how it might suddenly go wrong.

She felt like she was being eaten alive. That feeling was only intensified when he laid her on the bed and, still without talking, removed her shorts and panties. She was paralyzed at the time, unable to help or hinder him in any way. He was still clothed, but his lips roved all over her body, even down her legs to her toes. When his nose teased her pubic hair, her knees had jerked, all by themselves, as if he'd hit some button that was connected to the muscles and nerves. The jerk of her knees spread her legs slightly.

Nobody had ever given her oral sex. Things had never even gotten far enough for that to be an option. But now a man's lips were fastened to her sex, and his tongue pushed into her virgin pussy.

It almost destroyed her.

She ended up almost sideways on the bed after what her brain told her was an orgasm, and her body told her had been a thoroughly delicious beating. And when, as she lay limply, gasping to get her breath back, he stood up and almost magically became naked, she was helpless again. Her eyes jittered in their sockets, trying to look at every part of his body at once. Her eyes had settled on his penis only because it came towards her head, which was lying on the edge of the bed.

Unbelieving, she felt the tip of that penis rub across her lips. Her tongue flicked out without conscious thought, exploring with a mind of its own. She knew what he wanted, but she'd never even thought about doing that before. It was like riding in a rocket ship. She knew it could be done, but the thought of her doing it had never crossed her mind.

She remembered the sound of the shower going, and knew he had washed this thing. That and just the pressure of something being pushed against her lips made her open her mouth. He teased the tip into it. The sucking impulse that had caused her to feed as a baby welled up in her, and she sucked at that tip, her lips sealed in something that was like, but more than a kiss.

His "Mmmmmm" electrified her. No man had ever made a sound of appreciation because of something she'd done to him.

She sat up and moved, ending up sitting Indian style, naked, on her bed, and stared at him. He was smiling. He was just standing there ... smiling. His penis was rigid ... pointing right at her. She had never had the opportunity to examine one. And this one, she had actually tasted! Idly, some part of her mind said, "There wasn't really much taste, Tiffy." Almost in slow motion, she leaned forward, falling onto her hands as she got her knees under her and she crawled, ever so slowly, toward him. Her examination was hurried, because she had an impossibly strong urge to taste him again. Her eyes were riveted to that penis as she got closer to it, and opened her mouth.

Like someone who was tentatively tasting a new food, she simply pushed her open mouth over the end, and then let her cheeks and tongue press against it. She didn't suck. She just experienced the feel and taste of it in her mouth. He stood stock still. Other than that one "Mmmmmm" he had yet to say a single word.

Her tongue moved first, exploring. Then, saliva collecting in her mouth made her swallow, which required that her lips and cheeks flex, as her throat muscles worked. Those lips and cheeks clamped down on the thing in her mouth. Now she sucked, instinctively.

"Ahhhhhhh," he moaned. His fingers came to slide through her hair.

It was uncomfortable being on her hands and knees, because she was above him, and had to bend her neck down a little to get to him. Without letting him out of her mouth, she sat and rotated her legs off the bed, ending up sitting on the side of the bed, his prick still firmly in her mouth. Her head was still too high, and she slid off the bed as he shuffled his feet back, to let her kneel in front of him.

That was perfect.

Her hands went to his butt, and her mind registered dimly that the warm flesh under her fingers was hard as a rock. So was the thing in her mouth. She sucked and again instinct made her move her whole head so that, while she sucked, that column of flesh slid deeper into her mouth. The feel of it moving on her lips was delightful, so she moved away.

Within five minutes of first putting any part of a penis in her mouth, Tiffany was engaged in a purely instinctive blow job that was as good as any Bobby had ever been the grateful recipient of.

Passion that had been stuffed into little boxes, which had been crammed into a dark storage space in her brain, began to strain the seams of the boxes. Her passion leaked out first as little mewls of happiness. Tiffany had no way of knowing she was a born cocksucker, or that it could be so much fun to do this. She didn't think about any of that, though. She just had fun doing it. Then she had more fun doing it, until she was making constant noises, whining, humming and otherwise being vocal in her appreciation for getting to do this.

When he stopped her, her sounds were of disappointment and unhappiness.

Her nonverbal appreciation for what she'd done commenced again as his lips went back to her nipples and pussy, until she was panting with need.

He did the same thing with her that he'd done with Melanie. Once she was thoroughly in the midst of an orgasm, he nudged the tip of his prick between her pussy lips. He knew immediately that she was tighter, and that he could not just push in, like he had with her roommate. He pushed enough to get her attention and then stopped.

Her eyes fluttered open and he could see that she felt his pressure.

"Are you ready?" he asked. His voice sounded loud.

Her hands reached for his head and, as he kissed her lips for the first time since entering the room with her, he pushed.

She produced a different set of sounds, a yipping sound that went through two octaves as she was penetrated for the first time.

Again Bobby felt almost disconnected from what he was doing to the girl. Her responses were gratifying. He was having fun making her happy. That she was obviously having a good time was important to him.

But there was no bond ... no feeling of deep and abiding affection or love. He was enjoying this in the same way he enjoyed working hard, and doing a good job. It was enjoyable. It was successful.

But it wasn't love.

He took her through three orgasms, almost laughing at the way she sounded a little like a coyote. In the end, she was happy and satisfied. That made him happy and satisfied. There was no impulse to fertilize her, no need to pack her womb with his sperm. When he pulled his still hard prick from her satisfied pussy, she had a dreamy look on her face, and did not object as he got dressed, and left the room.

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