The Rent A Man Blues

by Lubrican

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Chapter Ten

When Bob got back from his errands, Megan was still upset. Then she was confused, when Bob didn't react negatively at all to the news that Sinho was coming back to America.

"Don't you see?" she moaned. "She's going to find out we're not a couple."

"But we are a couple," he said. "In fact, we're a quartet."

"This isn't funny!" she yelled.

"Calm down," said Bob. "Don't you remember what we told Akio?"

"If you mean your mythical harem, we didn't tell him anything!" snarled Megan. "You told him you had three women on a string!"

"And don't I?" He smiled, looking like he was proud.

"Don't be an idiot," she snapped. "We're not married. You have a house and a whole ranch. I have this house. You have a legitimate business. I do too. And I'm not going to hide behind you for the rest of my professional life."

"Lots of millionaires have multiple houses, and ranches. Many millionaires have multiple businesses too. The Nakimuras have multiple businesses! Aren't they in the process of selling some of those off?"

"We're still not married!" she yelled.

"So marry me!" he yelled back. He calmed, even though his face was red. "Problem solved."

She was speechless. She was suddenly breathing as if she had run up three flights of stairs. Her hair was a little fly-away at the moment.

Suddenly, Bob had the makings of a fine erection.

"We need to take this to the bedroom to discuss it further," he said softly.

She spluttered.

"Marry you?"

"I didn't stutter, and your ears don't flap," he said, calmly. "And you're looking particularly fetching. Has anybody told you how sexy you look when you get all riled up?"

"You can't talk about sex at a time like this!" she yelped.

"I don't want to talk about it," he said. He stepped up to her and pulled her against him. "I want to do it." He bumped her with his boner.

"Bob!" she complained, as his hands slid up to play with the sides of her breasts. "We need to talk, Bob!"

"We do not need to talk. Just say yes. Then get naked with me. Where are the girls? They need to be in on this too."

"Are you insane?" she howled.

"What's all the yelling about?" asked Raleigh, sticking her head into the room.

"Tell your mother to marry me so we won't be lying to the Nakimuras when they get here," he said. "Then I'm going to get her naked and do wonderful things to her. You can watch. You can even join in if you want. What do you say?"

Raleigh's yell brought Hamako running.

"No, Bob!" moaned Megan, pushing at him ineffectually with her hands as his own hands darted to unbutton buttons and pull at her clothing. "Not in front of them!" He had carried her to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.

"They're fine," he said. He didn't look at Raleigh and Hamako, who each had an arm around the other, standing just inside the doorway ... watching. They looked a little startled. "Didn't I say we were a quartet?"

"No," whined Megan as he got her bra bared. He flipped it up and her breasts spilled out of the bottom. "Stop!" she yelled.

He could sense she really meant it, so he ceased, and sat down on the edge of the bed. He had hoped she would capitulate, simply because that would move them all forward, at least to some degree. It wasn't that he got a thrill out of being watched. It was more that he wanted them all to be comfortable with the presence of intimacy that might involve any of them, at any given moment, and in any given location. He was disappointed that it hadn't worked out, but not really surprised.

"Maybe later," he sighed.

"I don't mean stop forever!" she snapped. "Just don't maul me!"

That was when he noticed she hadn't pulled her bra back down. She did, however, cover her naked breasts with her hands, as she looked at the girls.

"Are you really going to stand there and watch this?" she asked. She sounded more curious than affronted.

The girls glanced at each other and then back at Megan.

"Actually," said Raleigh, her voice soft. "We sort of saw you another time. I know it might seem strange to you, but ... well ... it was kind of exciting."

"When did you see us?" asked Megan, confused.

"The night before Hiroto ... the night before we went to the amusement park," said Raleigh.

"You spied on us?" gasped Megan.

"They came to the bedroom to talk to us," said Bob. "We were busy and you didn't see them. They went away, but not before they got an eyeful."

"You didn't tell me that!" accused Megan.

"If I had, how would that have improved your day?" he asked.

She blinked. Then she frowned. "We are not going to have orgies!"

Bob wanted to grin, but didn't. "Thank goodness," he said. "I was afraid I was going to have to satisfy all three of you at the same time!"

Megan looked at him suspiciously. "This whole thing is crazy."

"If you want us to leave ... we will," said Hamako, suddenly. It was obvious she was serious, but the implication was unavoidable that she would prefer not to leave.

Megan looked at the girls, and then at Bob and then back at the girls. She let her hands fall to her sides as she looked back at Bob.

"Don't maul me," she said firmly. "Having an audience is strange enough."

"I'm sorry," he said. "I was excited. Thinking of getting you naked makes me very excited."

"That's more like it," said Megan, her voice soft. "A little romance is good."

He leaned over and kissed her softly, before pulling her to a sitting position, where he relieved her of her shirt and bra. She blushed, but did not cover her breasts as she lay back down. When he went to remove her shorts, she helped by lifting her hips, but covered her face and moaned. She kept her face covered as he removed her panties, but when he leaned to kiss her mons, just above where her pubic hair stopped, she folded up.

"Not that," she gasped. "Not in front of them." What she didn't say was that watching him pleasure the girls with his mouth had created a requirement to masturbate. Her physical reaction to the thought of him licking her caused an audible reaction inside her belly as glands excreted lubricating oils.

"I can't," she sobbed.

He wasn't rough, but he covered her with his body, even as she tried, with little force, to push him away. Finally he gripped her wrists and pinned them to the bed beside her head.

"I can't, Bob," she whined. "Not in front of them."

She kept her legs together, but his erection found her opening anyway and he slid smoothly into her well-prepared sheath. She groaned as she was filled, and her clit was crushed as he pushed himself upward with his toes and hands. His knees fell beside her hips and he began stroking in her.

Her vocalizations changed then.

"You bastard," she panted. "You always make me feel like this."

"Like what?" he panted back, sliding in and out of her.

"Like I can't live without this," she groaned.

He went in and rotated his loins, still holding her wrists. Her body jerked with the orgasm that washed over her and only then did he release her hands. They went to his shoulders and then his head as she pulled his face down for a kiss.

He stayed in deep, and just kept rotating his loins in small circles, until, after two more orgasms in a row, she finally pushed at him and gasped "Enough! Haven't you done enough?"

"Have you missed a period?" he panted, still moving, though more slowly.

"What?" she gasped.

"Have you missed a period?" he asked again.

"No!" she said.

"Then I haven't done enough."

She slapped at his chest, but he froze and grunted. His hips gave little jerks as his penis delivered his sperm and semen, deep inside her.

"Oh man, it feels so good to cum in you," he groaned.

He felt weak, but didn't want to crush her, so he slid his arms under her and rolled them over so she was on top. She lay, her legs still together, between his spread thighs.

There was a noise, and both looked, to see the two girls, their eyes wide open, above jaws that had dropped. Raleigh was now leaning against the wall behind her, and Hamako was leaning against Raleigh.

"Is that what you wanted to see?" asked Bob.

"Wow," sighed Raleigh.

"It was so beautiful," said Hamako, almost too softly to be heard.

"That's what he wants to do to both of you," said Megan. Her voice had a dreamy quality to it, and yet was firm. Bob wondered if she was trying to scare them off. Her whole attitude about this unconventional relationship ran hot and cold, and he wasn't sure where she'd eventually come down. The fact that she had gotten through what had just happened made him feel good, though. She wasn't angry or embarrassed about it any more.

"Wow," said Raleigh again.

Hamako just licked her lips.

Megan kissed Bob, and then rolled off of him. She got up, reaching between her legs to seal off her pussy lips so she wouldn't leak as she went towards the bathroom.

Bob rolled the other way and stood up in front of the girls. Both of them stared at his now shrunken penis.

"Wow," said Raleigh, for a third time.

"Would either of you like to take a shower with me and get me all squeaky clean?" he asked.

Bob approached the girls. They didn't recoil from him, which was a relief. Still, he didn't want to push the envelope with them. Actually, he thought to himself, he didn't even know where the envelope was at the current moment.

So he held out his hand to both of them, just to see what they would do. Oddly, it was Hamako who reached for it. Once she put her hand on his, he simply turned and pulled her gently toward the bathroom. Megan had apparently believed one or both of the girls would accept his offer, because she had sped through a quick shower and was just leaving the glass-walled stall when he tugged Hamako into the room. She pulled the towel from the bar on the wall and draped it over her head, in preparation for drying her hair, only to have it pulled off as Bob passed her. He stopped and leaned toward her to give her a kiss.

"I love you," he said. "Honest."

"Yeah, right," she said, putting obviously false sarcasm in her voice. "You propose to me and the next thing you do is get naughty in the shower with another woman!"

"You didn't say yes," said Bob, shrugging his shoulders. "A man needs to have a plan B, you know."

He kissed her again and then turned to Hamako, who was standing, eyes wide.

"Get naked, woman!" he barked. "Or are you taking this shower with your clothes on?" He grinned.

"When did you get so bossy?" asked Megan, who then roughed up her hair with the towel again, turning toward the vanity mirror on the wall.

Hamako hadn't moved, so Bob reached to undo the buttons on her blouse. She simply looked down at his fingers as they undid the garment and then pushed it back off her shoulders. Her plain, white bra looked like a training bra as Bob looked her up and down. He undid her slacks and pushed them down. She responded then, turning sideways and bending to remove her pants. She stood in front of him in only her panties and bra and he looked her up and down again.

"Looks just as good as that bikini," he said softly. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know," she sighed.

He turned her around and undid her bra, but did not remove it. He turned her back around and waited. She looked at his face, but then her eyes went to his groin.

"It won't get hard again for a while," he said. "And I would never hurt you, Hamako."

"I know that," she said, her voice surprisingly firm. She let the bra drop and practically flung it to the side. Without waiting, she bent and removed her panties. The only evidence that she was unsure of herself was that one hand drifted to obstruct the short, straight, black hairs just above the entrance to her sex. He could actually see the effort it took for her to move that hand to hang stiffly beside her hip.

"Beautiful," he said, smiling. He opened the door and waited for her to go in. He grinned when she stopped, turned the water on and adjusted the temperature before entering the spray. He followed her in and closed the door behind them.

Megan had been watching them in the mirror. She remembered reading The Time Machine, by H. G. Wells when she was in school, and imagined this must be what it felt like to travel in time. She couldn't believe all this was happening, and that she was involved in it, and that she hadn't gone stark, raving mad.

She saw motion in her peripheral vision and looked away from the shower stall to see Raleigh standing in the doorway to the bathroom.

"Well if it isn't plan C," she muttered.

"What?" Her daughter looked at her with shocked eyes. Those eyes darted back and forth between her mother and the vague skin-colored figures that could be seen through the frosted glass walls of the shower enclosure.

"Never mind. You were too slow. There's only room for two in there."

"I know," said Raleigh. Then, in a very flat, unemotional voice, she added "Damn."

Megan started to turn to face her daughter, but then realized she was still naked. Suddenly she felt nervous. All this casual nakedness was so different than she was used to. Then again, Raleigh didn't seem to be fazed in the least. She certainly wasn't looking at her mother's body.

"Are you going to be all right?" she asked.

Raleigh's eyes returned to hers, in the mirror. She seemed to relax.


"That easily?" Megan dragged a comb through her tangled, damp hair.

Raleigh shrugged. "It's like I'm dreaming, and it's a strange dream, but it's beautiful too. I'm not sure I want to wake up."

"This is no dream, Honey," said Megan.

"Oh, I know that," said Raleigh. "This must be what it feels like to win the lottery. I can't quite believe it."

Now mother did turn to face daughter, her nakedness forgotten.

"Sweetheart ... you don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Raleigh nodded. "I know. I've flirted with Uncle Bob for years. It was always so much fun. And sometimes, at night ..." She blushed, but went on. "Sometimes it was fun to dream about ... things."

"I know," said Megan, feeling her own upper chest and face get hot.

"I never thought I could actually have any of that," said Raleigh, her voice filled with awe.

"I understand that too," said Megan, with emotion.

"I think what's freaking me out is that you and Hammi are involved," said the girl.

"We are very much alike," said Megan, smiling. "But all I care about is that nobody gets hurt."

"That's the whole point," said Raleigh. "He wouldn't hurt any of us if it killed him."

"Yet one more thing I am fully aware of," said Megan.

There was a female groan from the shower. Raleigh stepped forward quickly, looking nervous. She could see the two naked bodies inside. They were standing, and they were pressed together. One was taller than the other, but that was all she could see. Hamako's groan of pleasure came again.

Raleigh couldn't stop herself. She opened the door eight or so inches. Water splattered her, getting her clothing wet. Her eyes took in the sight of Bob, standing behind Hamako. Her neck was rigid, and her eyes happened to stare right back into Raleigh's. His left hand was playing with her breasts, sliding across them while his fingers teased her stiffened nipples. His right hand covered her groin, which was thrust out, her knees spread apart a foot, and bent. Raleigh could see one of his fingers slowly sliding in and out of Hamako's sex. As their eyes locked, Hamako laughed for some reason, and then her face was marred by a short grimace and she groaned again.

"Damn," said Raleigh again, heedless of the fact that the front of her clothes was getting soaked.

When they had gotten in the shower, Bob's hands had immediately swarmed all over Hamako. To her, it felt like he had four or even six hands. Those hands were soapy, and slid effortlessly all over her skin. What astonished her wasn't the part where his hand touched her breast, and it felt good. What astonished her was that no matter where his hands touched her, it felt fabulous. She couldn't get enough of being touched this way.

He turned her to face him and he was suddenly kissing her. She felt his manhood between them, and her hand explored. She was amazed to find him hard. Hadn't he said it wouldn't get that way for a while? His lips left hers, but only by fractions of an inch.

"Sorry," he whispered. "You have more power over me than I thought." Then he kissed her again.

She almost swooned. The combination of his hard organ in her hand, his demanding lips sucking her strength from her body was bad enough. But the sudden, completely unexpected realization that she had power over a man, almost made her want to scream. When he stopped kissing her, and turned her back around, pushing that hard thing between her slippery buttocks, and she felt his hands pulling her against his hard body, she knew then that she couldn't wait to become fully a woman.

But it wasn't until he slid that big, stiff finger into her pussy, that she knew her virginity wouldn't survive the next few hours.

Some relief had come when Raleigh opened the door, breaking the mood. Hamako didn't mind. She was filled with amazement that she couldn’t have cared less that her friend was seeing her like this, naked, being manipulated, ready to surrender completely to this man. The fact that his finger was violating her in front of Raleigh didn't bother her. If anything, she thrust her hips toward her friend and lover, trying, without words, to communicate how fantastic all this felt. At that moment she wished Raleigh had a penis, and could make love to her with it.

She laughed at that ridiculous notion, and then cried out as her laugh released the tension in her and tumbled her into an orgasm that was both sweet and deliciously painful at the same time. Her hand came to his and told him to pull out and rub her clitty quickly. That he understood made her laugh again, louder, and her orgasm extend longer. She reached up and back, in an attempt to grip the back of his neck and hold herself up. But her hands slipped, and she began to fall in a wet heap. Bob tried to catch her, but her wet body eluded his grasp and she ended up sitting with water hitting her head.

Bob knelt and she stood, reaching for his erection again.

"I want this," she panted.

"No!" sobbed Raleigh, through the open shower door.

The shower was off. Megan had handed Hamako a robe, which she had put on. Bob was still drying himself off with two towels. He was naked, but no longer erect. Raleigh also had a towel, and was dabbing at her wet clothes with it.

"I'm sorry," she said, miserably.

"I was afraid this would happen," said Megan. "But in a way, I'm glad it happened so soon. It's something we have to figure out."

"I just felt left out," said Raleigh. "But I wasn't mad. I'm not mad. I love you all. Honest."

"You sounded angry," said Megan.

"I know," she moaned. "I think it's because he has done everything with Hammi first. I didn't think it would be that way. I thought I'd be first ... and she'd watch and learn ... and then ..."

"She's not stupid," said Megan.

"I know that!" groaned Raleigh. "It was all part of some stupid fantasy I started having when it looked like things might actually happen with Uncle Bob! I thought I'd get to be first at everything. I know that's selfish and stupid."

"I'm sorry," said Hamako.

"No!" moaned Raleigh again. "Don't be sorry! I was the stupid one, not you. You didn't do anything wrong. You looked so beautiful in the shower with him. It looked perfect, and then I got jealous because you were so beautiful that I thought he'd never want me. And then I was afraid you were going to get to be first again. And I feel so stupid because I know all of that's not true!"

"What should I do?" asked Hamako, tears leaking from her almond-shaped eyes.

"You don't have to do anything!" cried Raleigh. "Just be you. I'm so stupid. I'm ruining everything!"

Bob held up a hand, and everybody went quiet.

"We all knew this was going to be ... um ... challenging," he said. "And maybe it's too challenging. I'll be the first to admit that I took the easy way out. I am attracted to all three of you. And once I knew I was allowed to say that, I jumped at the chance. But maybe that's not fair to all of you. Maybe the cultural bias of one man, one woman is too strong to buck. What I'm absolutely sure of is that I don't want you arguing amongst yourselves and being unhappy because of me."

Raleigh raised her hand, like she was in school. Bob didn't smile. He just nodded at her.

"I'm really not unhappy," she said. "Except with myself. When I saw you with mom, I was happy for her, but I wanted to be her too. When I saw Hammi in the shower with you, I was happy for her, but I wanted to be her too. I'm just impatient, because I want it to be my turn."

Bob looked at Hamako. "What do you think?" he asked.

Her natural urge to sink into the background surged through her, but she shook it off by pure force of will.

"I am not jealous of anyone. What I have felt these last few days is amazing and wonderful. I only want to feel more of that, and I hope each of you can feel that too. I have never wanted to give myself to a man ... until now."

He looked at Megan.

"I'm worried," she said, looking worried. "I understand how they both feel, because I feel very much the same way. I'm just concerned that it won't work. I want it to. I'm just worried that it won't."

"You're not jealous of us?" asked Raleigh.

Megan smiled. "When you were little, I loved you and your father at the same time, with all my heart. Love is magic, because you can give all of it you have to one person, and then find that your heart is full of love again, to give to another. I know Bob loves me, and that he will keep loving me no matter how much of his love he gives to you two. There will always be enough for all of us. My only concern is that it will take time for both of you to understand and believe that. If you can, we won't have any serious problems. If you can't, then there will be jealousy and pain."

Hamako spoke. "Confucius say a man is only as faithful as his options."

"That sounds awful," said Raleigh.

"Does it really?" asked Hamako. "We are the ones giving him his options ... are we not?"

Raleigh blinked. "I guess you're right."

"So," Bob said, "the question is do you still want to give me all these options?"

Raleigh looked around. "Some of him is better than none of him. That's how I feel."

Megan groaned. "Weren't you listening? There is enough of him for all of us to have all of him. But only if you believe that!"

"I know! I know!" complained Raleigh. "I'm trying! I just never had the chance to believe it before now!"

Bob tossed the towel he had been holding onto the foot of the bed. What was exposed was his half-hard penis.

"Then maybe it's time you had your turn. Why don't you take off your clothes and we'll dispense with that pesky virginity of yours, and get you thoroughly bedded, so you don't feel left out any more."

Raleigh looked shocked. Megan sighed.

"Bob," she said, wearily, "you can't just tell a woman you're going to do something like that. How long ago was it I was reminding you that a little romance is called for?"

"Well look," he said, reaching for his penis and stroking it slowly. "Guys are made to stand up and be counted. If women want to engage in all the politics and wrangling before the vote, that's fine. But men are designed to vote proudly and vote often." He grinned.

"I'll do it," said Hamako, softly.

"Wait a minute!" yelled Raleigh. "I never said I wouldn't do it!"

Hamako laughed. "I knew she'd do that."

Megan wasn't impressed. "Honey, you can only have your first time once. It should be just right. And most girls can't plan their first time, but you can. Don't let anybody rush you into something."

"How about both of you go at the same time," suggested Bob. "You can hold hands." He grinned again.

Megan snorted. "You're good, Bob, but you're not that good. No man is that good.

"Wait," said Raleigh. "How would that work?"

"It wouldn't work," scoffed Megan.

"I'd switch back and forth," said Bob.

"Can you do that?" asked Raleigh, looking shocked.

"Not for long," groused Megan.

"Sure," said Bob. "That gives each of you time to get used to the idea, and get a little experience, but not be overwhelmed."

"You are so full of shit, Bob," growled Megan.

"Pay no attention to her," said Bob. "This could work."

"Have you ever done that before?" asked Raleigh. "With two women at the same time, I mean?"

"Nope," he admitted freely. "But it's the dream of every man to try it."

"Men are such pigs!" complained Megan.

"Of course, I couldn't ejaculate in either of you," he said. "Seeing as how you aren't protected, that would be inadvisable. So Megan would have to be there too, so I could finish in her."

"Not in this lifetime!" barked Megan. "Didn't I just say there would be no orgies?"

Bob didn't look at her. "Well, then, we can just flip a coin to see which of you gets her first serving of nice, warm sperm then."

"Bob!" gasped Megan.

"Well you're turning it down," he said, glancing at her and then back at the girls. Both of them were frowning, but in thought.

"That's not the point!" Megan squealed.

"Okay," said Hamako, suddenly. "I'll do it."

Everybody in the room turned to stare at her. She flushed, and looked down, at first, but then forced her eyes back up.

"I have finally met a man who makes me want it all," she said, softly. "What if it never happens again? Confucius say one who lacks the courage to start has already finished."

"Could we really both go at the same time ... together?" asked Raleigh.

"I'll try," said Bob.

"I do not believe this," groaned Megan.

"You already got to do this!" shot back her daughter.

Megan looked surprised, and then her shoulders relaxed. "You're right. I'm sorry. You're not the only one with preconceived notions."

"Thank you," said Raleigh. Then she looked uncomfortable. "But you're right about the romance. I can't just take off my clothes and do this. It would never work. I'm already too nervous."

"I would say I'm not," said Hamako, "but I sense that would not be helpful." She smiled, to show she was just joking around.

Megan, who had spent most of the last few comments berating herself for putting roadblocks in front of the girls, instead of helping them, said: "I know a way that might help you get in the mood," she said. She looked at Bob.

"Oh?" he said.

She looked at the girls. "Have either of you ever given a man a blow job?"

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