The Making of a Gigolo (6) - Christy Brown

by Lubrican

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Chapter Six

Flo was dressed again. She and Bev and Constance were all sitting on Flo's bed. Everything had been cleared up, but now, both Bev and Constance were curious about what it had been like. Flo was disgusted that they wanted to know, but she also knew she owed them something. After their mother had left, to "deal with Bobby" as she had put it, it had come out that Bev's main problem with the whole fiasco was that she intended to be the next Dalton girl to give her virginity to Bobby. She wasn't mad that Flo had sex with Bobby. She was mad that Flo had sex with him before she had sex with him. Of course now she knew that she got mad for nothing. No sex had been had.

All that had come out in a more or less tumble of words that did not take into account that there was a "stranger" in their midst. When it occurred to the two girls that Constance was there, it was much too late to try to explain away the fact that one sister had slept naked with Bobby, while another one was pissed off because she hadn't had sex with him yet.

At that point, Constance had to be brought into the small club of girls who knew that going to Bobby's bedroom at night could be a very fun little trip indeed.

That was when Bev wanted to know what sleeping naked with Bobby all night long was like. Constance wanted to know what everything was like. As it turned out, they both got to find out, because they were not interrupted at all.

The reason they were not interrupted was because Bobby spent thirty minutes washing every inch of his mother's body, including her hair, which alone took fifteen full minutes, to keep it from getting tangled.

Mirriam then spent about three minutes washing Bobby. Two of it involved her hands on his prick.

The next roughly two minutes were spent by Mirriam, who was now hot as a pistol, trying to dry herself and Bobby enough that they wouldn't soak the bed, which she pulled him to, and then spread herself on, laying her wet hair to one side of her as she pulled her knees up and reached to welcome Bobby between her thighs.

He started by nursing her, which was exactly the right thing to do. She had wanted to bare her breast and offer it to each baby she'd held that morning, and the ripples of pleasure his lips gave her only heightened her already frantic need to be filled with prick.

Bobby spent the next twenty minutes doing just that, sliding his long, straight penis deep inside her, making his mother so weak from continuous orgasms, that she would sleep for six hours straight, waking up only to be furious that "they" had allowed her to sleep so long when Prudence needed her.

As she drove back to the hospital, though, Mirriam Dalton was a very happy, very satisfied, and very relaxed woman. Prudence, who again had Kyle at her breast, with Katherine sleeping in a bassinet nearby, saw it on her face when she walked into the room.

"You've been with Ted," she said immediately.

Mirriam flushed darkly. "Not Ted," she said, unable to lie to her friend.

Prudence raised an eyebrow.

"Their father," whispered Mirriam, looking from one twin to the other. "It's complicated."

Prudence laughed, and then winced at the discomfort that caused. She was now sharing two men with this woman.

Christy walked into the diner somewhat hesitantly. So much had happened to her in the last month that she wasn't quite sure who she was anymore. She had gone from being a woman who didn't believe in infidelity, to a woman who wasn't quite sure what she believed. She'd had plenty of time to think about what had happened. Her parents hadn't noticed a thing. She'd lain on her bed for hours after she got back home, still full of Bobby's thick sperm. She knew she should take a shower and wash his scent off of her body, along with the sweat of their exertions, but, somehow, she didn't ever want to be clean of him. She was just as cognizant that all the lovemaking they had done, had been done without the benefit of any protection to keep her from becoming pregnant. She knew she should feel bad about that ... should feel guilty that a man's sperm, other than her husband's, was soaking into her womb. The problem was that she didn't feel bad. She had loved every second of it.

It wasn't just the sex. That had been amazing, opening options for her she hadn't even dreamed of, but she knew it was just that - sex. No, what made her so emotional was that Bobby had cared about her, how she felt, what her fears were and how to assuage them. He treated her like she had fantasized her husband would. What her husband had never given her, Bobby had offered freely. While she was laying there, she was quite sure that if Bobby walked into the room that very second, all she'd be interested in was getting naked as quickly as possible, so he'd have longer to make her feel gloriously alive, before he had to leave again.

She shook that off and saw the woman Bobby had told her about. She sat, tentatively, at a table, and the woman came toward her immediately.

"Good morning. What can I get you?"

"You're Jill?" asked Christy.

"Yes?" Jill looked at her, on guard.

"Bobby Dalton said I should talk to you."

"Bobby?"

Bobby hadn't told her anything about what his relationship with Jill was, and she hadn't asked. She didn't have to ask anymore, though. Just the way the woman said his name was clearly recognizable. She said it the same way Christy imagined she'd say it from now on.

"I need a job," she said, ignoring the little stab of jealousy she felt. The woman was blond, and busty and cute in a way that made Christy feel like a little girl. "He said your boss kept talking about hiring another waitress."

"How do you know Bobby?" asked Jill, sitting down.

"He ... um ... he did some work for me," said Christy, blushing.

Jill's gaze was level for a few seconds. She saw in Christy, the same thing that Christy had heard in her voice.

"I see," she said. "He kind of gets under your skin, doesn't he?"

Christy blushed harder.

"Nevermind that," said Jill, suddenly business like. "You have any experience at waiting tables?"

"No," admitted Christy.

"Well, neither did I when I started." Jill grinned. She turned and yelled over her shoulder. "Hey Sal ... there's somebody here you need to talk to."

"I'm cooking!" yelled back a man behind the long counter.

Jill got up. "I'll cook, while you take care of business," she said.

Fifteen minutes later, Christy was doing on-the-job training, with Jill as her mentor, supervisor, and advisor. It was unpaid training, but Christy didn't mind. She felt elated just to be making progress, and doing something different.

Three hours later, she was hired. Not only that, there had been time to be interrogated by Jill, who got her whole life story out of her, minus the part about being fucked almost senseless by Bobby Dalton.

"You know what?" said Jill as they rolled flatware into napkins to put on the tables later. "I just thought of something. You're trying to make it on your own, while your hubby is off making Southeast Asia safe for democracy. Why don't you move in with me? I could use a roommate, and we'd both save some money."

"Do you have room?"

"I got plenty," said Jill. "I've even got a second bathroom that we were working on when the marriage went tits up. Maybe we can get Bobby to finish that off, and you can have your own bathroom."

Nine hours later, two of the women who looked to Bobby Dalton for their sexual needs, were living together.

Bobby walked down the hallway to Prudence's room. The nursing station had been deserted when he arrived, and he wasn't actually sure he was allowed to visit her yet. He still felt the dull ache left over when, in a moment of passion that was deeper and stronger than any other he'd ever felt, he lunged into the woman who had given him life and let his penis fill her with his semen. He'd felt almost the same passion when he had done that with Mary.

Since being pulled from her bed by Mirriam, swatted on his naked ass, and told to get dressed, Bobby had mused about that explosion of passion. He had decided that, while he loved the various women he was having sex with; he loved them in a very different way than he loved the women in his own family. There was something about each woman he had fucked that he loved. But he loved everything about Mary and his mother. He was quite sure that was why making love to them had felt so much more important to him.

Prudence was awake. There was a baby at one of her breasts. His mother sat in a chair nearby, playing with the fingers of the other baby. Bobby couldn't tell them apart, yet.

Her smile, when she saw him made him feel a very similar passion to what he had just been reflecting, and he realized that she was family too, now, in many ways. He didn't know why, but these babies, made in this woman, seemed more connected to him, somehow, than Tilly's baby, or Martha's baby, or Sherry's baby, all of whom he'd fathered.

"See what you did?" said Prudence, beaming.

"I'd say I was sorry, but you don't look very unhappy," he said, grinning.

"I'm not unhappy," she sighed. "I wanted to kill you about fourteen hours ago, but I've changed my mind since then." She pulled the baby from her nipple and Bobby saw drops of white milk seeping out of it. The baby fussed, and she let it recapture the nipple. Bobby could see its cheeks caving in as it sucked.

"I was going to let you hold your son," she said, touching the hair of the baby at her breast. "He seems to have even more fascination for my breasts than his father."

Mirriam looked up and smiled dreamily. Bobby had sucked her nipples until she was almost crazy with desire for him.

"You'll have to wait a while, unless you can pry your daughter away from her godmother." Prudence looked over at Mirriam, who stood up.

Bobby accepted the bundled up little girl with an expertise that surprised both women. Mirriam had been about to tell him how to hold a baby, but stood back when he obviously already knew. With a start, she remembered that these weren't the first grandchildren he'd produced for her. He'd held at least three others that she knew of ... babies she hadn't been able to hold. She was making up for it with Prudence's twins.

"Hi, Katherine," cooed Bobby, cradling the little girl in his arm, lovingly. "My goodness but you're a beauty. You're almost as beautiful as your mother."

He stayed a while longer, and got to hold his son as well. Then he said he had work to do, and kissed both women goodbye. Both women got a kiss on the lips.

After he was gone, Mirriam took Kyle, while Katherine got a turn at sucking at her mother's breast.

"Who do you suppose he's going to see now?" asked Prudence.

She didn't get an answer, because Ted Brandywine walked into the room. He stopped, looked at both women, each holding a baby, and sighed.

"You two look so good holding babies," he said.

"It's good to see you," said Prudence softly. "I was beginning to get a little jealous of Mirriam."

Ted laughed, and went to lean over and kiss Prudence soundly on the lips.

"I can't stay long," he said. "I skipped school during lunch, but I have to get back."

"Just like a man," sighed Prudence. "Always leaving a woman in the lurch."

He laughed again. "I suspect you wouldn't be quite so welcoming of the attention I'd like to give you, right now."

Prudence winced. "Talk to me in about six weeks," she said.

"Count on it," he said, smiling. "Now, do I get to hold the little rascals?"

"Which one?" asked Prudence.

"Both," he said, grinning.

He collected two armfuls, kissing Mirriam too, in the process. Then he sat and told them both a story about a frog, who met two beautiful princesses, who kissed him, and made him into a prince.

Bobby dropped into the Wagon Wheel cafe, to be surprised by being served by Christy, a grinning Jill watching from behind the cash register, where she was taking a customer's money.

"What can I get you, Sir?" asked Christy, her voice professional.

"I think I'll take the sheepherder's breakfast," he said, his face straight.

She looked confused. "What's that?" she asked.

"That's a leg of lamb, and a little piece of ewe." He pronounced "ewe" as "you".

"Oh you!" she giggled.

"You okay?" he asked, his smile gone.

"I'm fine!" she said. "I might even be working here, if you don't get me fired for flirting with the customers. Sal is letting me show him what I can do."

"Well, if it's anything like you showed me, you've got a job for sure," he said.

She blushed. "Are you going to order something, or do I have to throw you out?"

"Cheeseburger, fries, and a Coke," he said, ignoring the menu.

"Cheeseburger, fries and a Coke," she repeated, writing it down on her order pad.

Bobby stayed only long enough to eat. He had two jobs to do, and one of them involved trimming a tree that would be tricky, because it hung over a house. Both women ignored him, other than to offer to refill his glass. He left not knowing that, by that night, they would be living together at Jill's house.

Bobby got out of the shower and bent over to ease his aching muscles. He had gotten the offending tree limb down, without tearing anything up. It had amounted to most of a rick of wood, when he got it all cut up and stacked. It had taken him until seven in the evening and he'd had to postpone the other job he'd intended to take care of.

He toweled off and looked around for his underwear, and realized he hadn't brought it to the bathroom with him. It must be sitting on his bed. His mother had been home when he got there, and fixed him something to eat before his shower. She had given him a somewhat lingering kiss on the lips, but hadn't suggested he come see her, when she said she was going to bed early.

He didn't have his watch with him either, but figured it had to be eight-thirty or nine. He'd stood under the hot water for a long time, just soaking in it. He opened the door of the bathroom and looked out into a dark hallway. The girls were either still outside running around, or had gone to bed already. You never knew, this time of year. The weather was gorgeous and cool and, even though it got dark early, there were many games and pursuits that could be completed in the dark. The girls were all old enough to take off on their bikes to visit friends too.

His thought that everyone was in bed was disproven when he walked into his room and found four girls sitting on his bed. One of them was Constance, who was playing with his jockey shorts, stretching the waist, and letting it snap back.

"Oh!" she chirped, as she looked up and saw him standing there, naked. Bev, Flo and Linda were there too.

"Should I put those on?" he asked.

"No," said Bev.

"Are you sure Constance should be here?" he asked.

"She's only going to watch," said Flo.

To this point, that's all that Flo and Linda had done too ... watch. That was if you didn’t count long, hot kisses, with Bobby's hands stroking them gently on their backs and sides. Flo's sleeping with him, though, had changed the point of balance. Now she had been naked with him too, like Bev, and had pressed her ripe breasts against him. He hadn't touched her breasts, or between her legs, but it had still been powerful.

The avid girls watched, as Bev stripped and used Bobby to get herself off. She alternated, as she rubbed, between kissing him, and letting him suck her nipples, and three pairs of hungry eyes watched, as she shuddered through an orgasm that was obvious in its intensity.

"I want to try that," sighed Constance, moving from foot to foot.

"You can't," said Flo.

"Why not?" complained Constance. "I'm as old as she is."

"Sometimes he cums when she does that," said Flo. "She gets his sperm all over her when that happens."

"Did he cum this time?" asked the curious girl.

"No," whispered Flo, who was breathing deeply.

"Well then, why can't I try that?" asked Constance.

"Because I'm next," sighed Flo.

Both Bobby and Bev looked over. They'd heard the quiet talk. Bev kissed him once more, and then got off, to stand naked on the opposite side of the bed from the three other young women.

Feeling like she was in a dream, Flo pulled her nightgown up and off her head. She was naked beneath it. She handed it to Linda, who took it with wide eyes. In truth, Linda wanted to try this too, but she didn't think they'd let her.

Almost carefully, Flo climbed up onto the bed. In almost slow motion, she lifted a knee, and stretched to straddle her brother. She felt completely open and defenseless, as her pussy was exposed.

"Can I?" she asked, staring into Bobby’s eyes.

"If you want to," he said, quietly.

She looked down. His penis was still strong and long, and looked shiny, where Bev's juices still made it wet. She watched as her body sank down, until her pussy contacted the thick column of flesh. She felt the same terror she'd felt when he'd first kissed her, but she knew now that that terror wasn't based on her fear of Bobby.

It was based on her fear of her own desires. She had fought off those desires since puberty. Feeling like she wanted sexual things, she had pushed those feelings away constantly. She had simply decided that she wasn't interested in sex, because that seemed like the smartest and safest thing to do. Her body had disagreed with her, though, wanting sexual contact anyway. The one concession she had made to her body was learning how to rub, between her legs, to get some relief.

Now, as her pussy felt the heat of his prick, she knew with certainty that, one day, she would demand that that prick enter her body. Her mind railed at her, shouting "No!", but her body sighed and said "Oh yes ... someday."

Kissing Bobby wasn't scary any more. It still made her belly flutter, and her nipples tingle, but that was a familiar flutter and tingle now. So, she went for the familiar, and lay down on him to get a kiss.

The feel of her breasts pressing against his flesh reminded her of the previous night, when she had lain with him naked, all night. Never had she felt so safe and warm as she had with his arms around her.

She had to move up, to reach his lips, and, as her body slid, her clit eased along his bone. By the time that electric zing registered, her lips were pressed to his, and her muffled "Uhh!" was swallowed by his mouth. She didn't know what to do, as new feelings washed over her.

Bobby knew what to do, though, and his hands came to grip her tight, slim butt. He pulled her further up, just a little ... and then pushed her back down.

It was better than rubbing herself. It was much better than rubbing herself.

She had seen Bev do this dozens of times. She had never tired of watching them. Part of her mind had, unknown to her, analyzed Bev's technique, and that part of her mind now took over. She sat back up, and her hips began a rapid to and fro motion, as an orgasm shouted that it was coming.

When it got there, she leaned forward, by instinct, to put even more pressure on her screaming clitty, and Bobby sucked a nipple for the first time.

She thought she'd go insane for about fifteen seconds, as an orgasm so strong that it threatened to unhinge her wracked her body. Her lungs surged, and her efforts not to scream closed off her throat, resulting in a drawn out "Eeeeeeeeeeeee" as the most beautiful thing she'd ever felt in her life zipped through what seemed like every cell in her body.

Flo rolled, lifelessly, to lie beside Bobby, and panted. Linda darted forward and took Bobby's prick in her hand, not asking, just doing. She started stroking it madly, much faster than Bev had done it. Bobby had been close already, because of the novelty of having Flo in such close sexual contact with him. Within twenty seconds, he grunted, and a thick line of white burst from the tip of his penis, shooting up into the air a foot and a half.

Bev darted forward, and leaned down to try to capture the rest in her mouth, forgetting that Constance was in the room, and had never seen any of this before. She didn't quite get there fast enough, and got a squirt on her face. Linda was still jerking wildly and pushed at Bev. She was so inflamed that she put her own mouth over the tip, unprepared in any way for what happened. Two more jets filled her mouth before her brain caught up and screamed for her to stop.

She pulled back, letting go of his prick, as it gave one, last convulsive jerk, and put a puddle of spunk on his abdomen. Linda opened her mouth and waved her hands in the air, suddenly realizing she had a mouthful of her brother's spunk. Instinct crept in, while her mind was non-functional, and her mouth closed automatically, in preparation for her throat muscles to clear it out. The gulp that followed was lost in the sensation of taste, and she blinked. She looked at her hand, which was wet with the same thing.

Her brain finally decided it approved, and she licked her hand, like a cat, cleaning its paw.

"Oh shit!" moaned Constance. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" She stared at all three of her friends. Bev was cleaning her face off with her fingers, dipping them into her mouth like she was eating melted chocolate. This was so much more than the poor girl had anticipated. Really, she hadn't known what to expect. All she knew was that these girls did something sexual with him - they all said he didn't go inside them - and she knew she had to see that. All she had to compare it to were a couple of kisses that were hard to remember, and the feel of her breast, pressing into his arm as he drove. This ... this almost made her want to sit down and bawl.

So she did.

She sat, suddenly, and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. She sobbed, and was inundated by three girls, who came to hug her. Bev's face was right next to hers, and Linda's was too. She could smell the musky odor that her mind told her was his sperm ... on Bev's face ... and Linda's breath. Florence cooed soothing things into the top of her head, and hands stroked her.

"I'm okay," she moaned, knowing she wasn't okay at all, but needing that smell to move away from her. She pushed at them, and struggled to her feet.

Bobby was standing between her and the door.

Her eyes took in the muscles she adored ... the form of the man she had dreamed about ... had seen fucking her mother ... had seen with her friends, only moments before. Her eyes went to his penis, which hung, limp, but looked dark and wet. She had taken two steps toward the door ... toward escape from the stimuli that were threatening to overwhelm her completely, but she froze now.

"I won't hurt you," said Bobby softly. He held up his arms ... an invitation for a hug.

She wanted that hug. She wanted it desperately ... but he was naked!

"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned.

"I'll never hurt you," he said soothingly.

"I can't stay," she moaned.

He lowered his arms, and stepped to the side. The door was there, and she moved toward it, feeling relief so strong that she was afraid she might pee her pants. Her brain said, "Silly girl ... you don't have to pee", and her steps slowed. She realized she was standing there, facing the door, and that the hug she wanted was behind her. A fear, greater than her other un-named fears, assailed her. If she left now, would she ever get that hug? She turned, tears in her eyes, and looked at him again.

"Bobby," she whined, unable to articulate what she was feeling.

He stepped toward her and she sobbed again as she ran to claim her hug.

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