The Making of a Gigolo (12) - Janet Griswold
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On the way back to the house, she got nervous again. Somehow
she had agreed to do this weird thing he wanted to do. She
finally decided that she had agreed because it was so weird ... so
different than anything either of her ex-husbands would have done.
Then, when they got there, he asked her to fix them both something hot
to drink. She could offer coffee, tea and spiced apple cider. He
chose the cider, and talked about other things, sitting at the kitchen
table like any guest. He wasn't pushy and she found, to her
surprise, that she had the urge to get on with things.
"Are you ready?" she asked, suddenly.
"I've been ready since we got back," he said.
"Why didn't you say anything?" she asked.
"I was waiting for you to be ready," he said.
"Where should we do this?" she asked.
"I think you should decide that," he answered.
Janet wasn't used to a man being so ... malleable!
She wasn't used to making decisions like this. Not with a man
present, and sex on the table. Still, he just sat
there, looking handsome. She made herself
think. It was daytime. The bedroom seemed wrong ...
too intimate. There were drapes in the living room.
She could close them. But that room was so big. It
wouldn't seem intimate at all. She thought about
what was going to happen. She was going to expose herself to
him ... and he would do the same, for all intents and
purposes. That didn't strike her as being all that
"The living room," she said, making a decision.
"Fine," he said.
He got up and went there, not looking back to see if she was following
or not. As she did follow him, she saw him unbuckle his belt,
and let the ends hang. He didn't do any more,
though, and sat down in an arm chair.
She closed the drapes and watched as he turned on a floor lamp beside
Oddly, Janet suddenly felt calm. She had done something like
this for husband number two, standing in front of him, and teasing him
by showing him things. She knew how to unbutton her
shirt, slowly, and let it hang open. She knew how to tease
him. So she did the same thing with Bobby. It was role-play, of a sort, and something she felt familiar with.
"It's awfully hot in here," she said, fanning her face with her
hand. "I must have the heater set too high."
She unbuttoned three buttons, and pulled at the shirt, to suck air in
and blow it out.
"Don't you think it's hot?" she asked.
Bobby sat, and just looked at her.
"Does seem kind of warm," he said, his voice neutral.
She undid the rest of the buttons, and let the shirt hang, exposing her
"You look good," he said, his voice soft.
"Really?" she asked, fishing for a compliment.
"You'd look a lot better without that shirt," he said. "And
you'd be cooler too."
"You think so?" she asked, pulling the shirt apart. She waved
it back and forth, like it was an odd pair of wings, fanning the
breeze, and then let it slide down her arms. She felt nervous
again, but it was offset by something else. She was
with a man, doing sexual things. It had been a long time, and
part of her couldn't wait for something to happen.
"Yeah," he said. "You definitely look better that
"I suppose you think I'd be cooler with this bra off too," she said,
"Well, it seems reasonable," he said.
She looked at his lap. There was a nice bulge
there. When he saw her eyes go there, he moved his hand, and
rubbed that bulge.
"You're making me hard," he said.
"You're a good looking woman, Janet," he said.
With him just sitting there, not on his feet or able to reach her, she
felt good about that comment.
"It's been a long time since any man has seen my breasts," she said.
"I feel very lucky," said Bobby.
"They sag a little," she said.
"A little sag can look sexy," he suggested. "Let me see."
She reached behind her and flipped the catch loose, but held the bra
over her breasts with her other arm.
"This is so strange," she moaned.
"I just want to see them," said Bobby softly. "I've thought
about them a lot, but I don't know what they really look like."
"You've thought about them ... before?" she asked.
"Ever since I've known you," he said.
"You're kidding," she said, truly surprised.
"Not at all," he said. "When I first heard about you, I
thought it was you I was going to be hired for ... not
Rhonda. When I saw you, I decided I was going to like it."
"I never knew that," she sighed.
"I didn't think you wanted to know that," he said.
She closed her eyes, and let the bra drop down her arms, catching it in
both hands. She stood stiff.
"They're different than I thought they'd be," he said very
softly. "Even better."
"Ohhhh," she moaned.
"I love the way they droop a little bit," said Bobby. "It
makes the nipples look like eyes, looking down."
Her eyes popped open. Nobody had ever told her what her
breasts looked like. Was he serious? She looked
"Really?" she asked.
"I'm not going to tell you what they make me want to do," he
said. "I promised I'd only look."
"What about ...?" She looked at his lap again.
"Can I?" he asked. "I want to, but not if it's going to make
"Yes," she almost whispered. "Go ahead."
He stood, which made her jump, but all he did was unbutton and unzip
his pants. He bent over, and she saw the pant legs bunch up
as he shoved them down. When he stood again, she sucked in
air. Like so many other women, all she'd
ever seen was a circumcised cock. His looked so
different that she didn't, at first, think of it as a penis.
It looked more like a thick, long finger, with slightly baggy skin on
Then he sat down again, leaned back, gripped it, and began stroking.
"Ahhhhhhh." The sound came from his mouth, and it sounded
like he was very pleased. It sounded like someone who has
just taken a drink of good whiskey, and is appreciating the taste.
"I can't believe you're doing that," she gasped.
"I said I wanted to," he said, his voice deep. "You said I
"Yes, but ... I didn't think you really would," she said weakly.
"Does it bother you?"
"No," she said. "But this is just so weird!"
"Are you afraid?" he asked.
She stopped, and took inventory. "No!" she said.
"Mission accomplished," he panted, his hand moving faster
She had no idea what he'd do when he came. She'd never seen
anything like this before. She was fascinated, in one sense,
because while all girls knew boys did this, she'd never seen one doing
"It looks like you're hurting yourself!" she gasped.
"Oh no," he panted. "Could you come just a little closer?"
She stepped toward him, still five or six feet away.
"They're so gorgeous," he panted. "Your nipples look so delicious. I want to suck
them." His face twisted. "I'm sorry," he
said. "I said I wouldn't do that."
Janet didn't cringe at all. That was because she was
astonished that a man had apologized to her about having a sexual
desire. No man had ever done that. She could see
that desire in his eyes ... that much was normal. She was
used to that. But for him to be sorry for breaking his own
self-imposed rule ... that was something very interesting, and exciting
in a way.
"I'll forgive you this time," she said suddenly, flush with the new and
exciting concept of being in control of a sexual situation.
"I couldn't help it," he said, as his hand flashed back and
forth. "They look like they're full of sweet milk.
That makes me want to taste them, and the milk in them."
She was, again, fascinated by a man saying something like
that. She knew men were interested in womens' breasts, but
had never thought it might be because of what those breasts were
actually for. She'd had her breasts as for as long as she
could remember, but had never imagined them giving milk. She
tried to do that now ... trying to imagine what it would feel like for
Bobby to suck that imaginary milk out of them.
She was distracted from that, and then fascinated more at the
appearance of his penis, because the tip protruding from his hand was,
alternately, a fat, wrinkled mass of loose skin, and then, suddenly, a
shiny purple knob. It looked almost like magic to her.
"I want to cum," he huffed. "Would that be all right?"
She didn't answer him ... didn't know how to answer him. This
was all too new to her, and she couldn't think.
"Please?" he moaned.
He was actually asking her permission! "Yes ... okay," she yipped, hearing what sounded like pain in his voice.
She did step back when a streak of white shot out of the tip of his
penis, going a foot and a half into the air. She was astonished at the
power of it ... how far it went ... at how much of it there
was. Then, before she could process that, it happened again,
and then still again. Each long string of white leapt a
little less far into the air, and she could tell that the volume was
diminishing, but it overwhelmed her to realize that that's what these
things did inside a woman. Her husbands had cum in her dozens
of times, but she hadn't realized just how powerful it was, up inside
her ... how much there was. She had felt them, when
they did it, but that memory didn't mesh with what she was seeing now.
Then, just like that, his hand dropped away from the penis that had so
fascinated her, leaving it lying, only half hard, now, and looking
"I made a mess," he panted. "If you get me a washcloth, I'll
clean it up."
Janet's eyes went to the floor, where there were tangled lines of cum,
looking very white against the dark, polished hard wood.
"Okay," she sighed, almost disappointed that it was over.
She didn't even remember she was topless until she was getting the
washcloth wet. There wasn't anything she could do
about it. Her shirt was in the other room ... with
him. She had a sudden concern that he'd be standing
up. He hadn't looked so imposing sitting there. She
almost sighed with relief when she found him still sitting, with his
pants still around his calves, his penis soft now.
He stood when she came into the room, and bent to pull up his
pants. Then, instead of reaching for the washcloth, he picked
up her blouse and handed it to her, trading it for the washcloth.
"You are a beautiful woman," he said, standing only inches away from
her. "I could get used to seeing you this way."
She blushed, realizing that this man had completed a sexual act while
looking at her ... thinking about her. She could imagine what
he wanted to do. She knew it went far beyond putting his lips
on her breasts. She felt a growl in her stomach, as if she
She slipped the shirt on, while he got to his hands and knees and wiped
up his spend. Something inside her was enjoying
this ... this man who asked to do things, instead of demanding them ...
this man who would get on his hands and knees and clean up, instead of
leaving it for her ... this man whose eyes were so hot as they stared
at her breasts.
She left the shirt unbuttoned, waiting for him to stand up.
She wanted to see his eyes looking at her again.
Janet knew something was different when Bobby stood up, looked at her
breasts, smiled, and then said he had to go. She
knew it was different because, for the first time since she'd known
him, she didn't want him to go.
"Thank you," he said. "I'd like to see you again."
"Okay," she said, somewhat meekly. She didn't like the sound of
"I think we made progress today," he said. "Maybe we can make
more progress another time."
"Maybe," she said, trying to make her voice sound more firm.
"It will all be up to you," he said. "It will always be up to
"I'm not used to that," she admitted.
"We can work on that, next time," he said.
She knew something was different after he left too. She knew
it when she realized she was as horny as she'd ever
been. She thought it was a little odd that it hit
her after he left, but ignored that. Instead, she went to bed
with her dildo.
She had to use it three times before she could get to sleep.
Poor Chuck had no clue what was going on as the twins traded off dates
with him, until he got to the point where they let him kiss them good
Then he could tell.
They might look exactly alike, and because they were sharing so much
information, they might remember what each other's past dates were
like. But they kissed him differently.
It turned out to be Betty that he confronted about
it. She caved and confessed everything, at which
point Chuck, who thought it was pretty weird at first, realized that he
had a pretty good thing going. So he swore Betty to secrecy,
and played his own game.
Turnabout is, after all, fair play.
Matilda found out about that game, when he said, "I just have to feel
them again, baby," and slid his hand inside her sweater and then into
her bra one night. The first thing she thought of
was that Betty hadn't told her this had happened, but she'd always
wondered what this would feel like, and just kissed him
harder. When he ended up sucking them too, telling
her how happy she was making him to let him do this for the very first
time, Matilda decided to pay her sister back by not telling her about
Divide and conquer. It's been a successful tactic for
thousands of years.
Betty and Matilda, being the youngest in the family, and hanging
together so much, had been somewhat insulated from their big brother's
... activities. It wasn't that the clues weren't
there for them, and it wasn't because they were dim-witted.
They just didn't pay that much attention to what was going on around
them. They had roomed with Suzie for most of their lives,
until a room became available for her when Flo got married to
Ted. Then, when Linda got married too, they could
have had separate rooms, but chose to keep living
together. They were as close as twins can
be. To be honest about it, they stayed in a world
of their own, for the most part.
At the same time, they were aware of their sisters and
brother. Bobby had done dozens of things for them, such as
customizing their bikes, when they were younger, and building them a
tree house retreat of their very own in one of the big old elm trees
not far from the house. He had wrestled with them
and babysat them. He had cooked them dinner and taken them to
activities. They had snuggled next to him on cold winter
nights, watching TV. And, being a brother, instead of a
sister, he had treated them not as the youngest, and therefore the
least privileged - but as just his sisters, who happened to be twins,
equal with all the rest. He was always there for them when it
came to tough homework, and he didn't make them do all the chores by
themselves, helping instead. When they had started
going to school dances, he critiqued their choice of apparel, and made
suggestions about how to handle boys.
In short, they loved him. He was a special man in their lives.
At the same time, they ignored him more than any of his other sisters
did, with the possible exception of Suzie, who was in an academic world
of her own, both before and after she went to college.
And, to be frank, they ignored much of what their older sisters did
too, because they were, to a large extent, discriminated against by
those sisters ... at least in their own opinion. They were always treated like the youngest. That was true, of course, but it still rankled.
One thing they didn't ignore was their nieces and nephews.
They were drafted into babysitting duty, occasionally, but didn't care,
because they were fascinated with the tiny human beings they were
entrusted with. The only thing that was odd about
that was that they never noticed the odd resemblance of those babies to
It was in fact babysitting for Jordan, now two years old, and Randall,
who was almost five months old, that gave the twins their first chance
to examine that strange and wonderful thing called a penis.
Diaper changes were an adventure, especially with Randall, because you
never knew when that thing would suddenly erupt.
Jordan was in the midst of being potty trained, which required
manipulating his little penis for him, to aim it into the toilet, and
hope that it would go off that way. It was
inevitable that, sooner or later, one of the boys would have an
erection, and the first time that happened was cause for much
contemplation and discussion between the girls.
Now that Chuck had upped the ante, so to speak, and was fooling the
girls into letting him take more and more liberties with their fresh,
young, inexperienced bodies, the comparison between Jordan's cute
stiffy and what Chuck pressed against the front of their jeans, was
Chuck was able to make his turnabout game last for almost a month
before the jig was up. What led to that was his attempt to
slide his hand into Matilda's pants. He'd gotten
her topless, and she'd wiggled and sighed as he sucked her tender,
stiff nipples. He still wasn't sure which one he was mauling,
but he didn't care, at this point. He knew they
kissed differently, and was beginning to notice other small differences
in their mannerisms, particularly when they got really turned on.
It was for that reason that he wanted to get his hands in their
pants. He was pretty sure their orgasms would be different
It wasn't all in the name of scientific observation, of
course. Chuck Cunningham wanted to get his rocks off, and he
wanted to do it in both of the Dalton twins.
The girls, however, had precluded his success. Even though
they had been withholding information from each other for weeks, which
led to the sudden acceleration ... and success ... of Chuck's advances,
there was something he didn't know, and it unmasked him.
"You can't do that," yipped Matilda, as his fingers wormed their way
into the waistband of her jeans.
"Oh, come on," moaned Chuck. "You let me last time."
She pulled back, staring at him, and her hand went to his wrist and
"Take me home!" she demanded.
"Don't be like that, Matty," he said, using the pet name he had
invented for her. That pet name had been laughed at
between the girls.
"Take me home now, Chuck!" she said, her voice ominous.
He knew something had happened. He just didn't know
what. That was understandable, because he had no
clue that the twins, when they were still fifteen, had made a
pact. That was when they had discovered the joy of rubbing
between their legs. They had talked about it, and
tried it the first time together. They had been
very pleased with the results, and had often done it together since
Like a lot of young girls, they didn't believe that anybody else
actually did that. They heard other girls talk about how this
or that boy had tried to "get his hand in my
panties". All of those girls swore up and down they
hadn't let the boy do that. Neither twin could
imagine letting a boy touch them like that. It was too
weird. But they liked touching
themselves. It was their secret and it was special.
It was so special, in fact, that they made a pact that neither of them
would let any boy touch them between the legs until both girls were
ready to let a boy do that ... which both girls were sure would be ...
It was that pact that rang alarm bells in Matilda's mind. It
wasn't that she wasn't ready to be touched there ... at least where
Chuck was involved. She loved making out with
him. But she knew, somehow, that Betty would not
have let him do that, when she was out with him the previous
week. Betty might have let him touch her titties, but she
wouldn't let him touch her there. Not without
talking about it first, and certainly not and then keep quiet about it.
She confirmed that as soon as Chuck, still pleading, let her out at the
house, and she went inside to confront her sister.
That was also when they figured out they had been played against each
There was anger, at first, as the two realized that the other had
withheld information. Then there was the realization that
they should have known, because they had actually talked about how nice
it was to feel his hands and lips on their breasts. At the
time, each had thought she had pulled something over on her
sister. It never occurred to either of them that they hadn't
talked about letting him do those things in advance, like they had in
Then the anger turned toward Chuck, but only momentarily. In
the first place, they both liked him. Neither wanted to stop
seeing him. In the second place, they were honest enough with
themselves to realize that they had both played a role in letting Chuck
pull the wool up off of their breasts, so to speak.
At the same time, though, they couldn't let him just get away with
The solution to the problem was both unorthodox and
unexpected. But that wouldn't take place for another week.
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