The Making of a Gigolo (12) - Janet Griswold
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Janet lay on him, limp from kisses that had lasted for what seemed like
an hour. She couldn't get enough of his lips ... of the
passion he gave her through his lips. He hadn't gone soft
and, while they kissed, he moved her hips gently, just massaging her
pussy on the inside.
Her clit demanded more, and she rubbed harder. She got to do
another thing for the very first time. She got to have an
orgasm while her lover kissed her. That orgasm left her limp,
and satisfied ... except that she wanted more kisses.
Now his lips became more demanding. He nipped at her lips
with his own, and his hips wiggled beneath her. He seemed
agitated, making thrusts with his hips.
Then she felt the warm bath that his prick delivered, deep inside her,
and he moaned into her mouth. His hands slid all
over her back as she felt him spurt again, and then again.
She sucked his tongue, as her pussy squeezed, without her conscious
Janet woke. Memory was instantaneous, and she realized she
was still lying on top of him. She had fallen asleep, and
couldn't believe it. She raised her head, and saw he was awake and looking
"I'm sorry," she gushed.
"It's okay," he said. "Except that I need to use the bathroom."
She sat up. His ankles were still tied. She
scrambled to untie the knots on his ankles, while he worked on the ones
still tied to his wrists. When she pulled the ropes off his
ankles she could see a depression in the skin, where the rope had
As soon as he was free, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and
stood, walking to the bathroom. He closed the
door. She had no idea what to do now. She wasn't
used to the aftermath of something like this, and felt awkward.
Then the door was open and he was walking toward her
again. He was gorgeous, so tall and
strong. His penis swung gently, drooping between his legs.
"One more kiss before I go?" he asked, smiling.
She all but fell into his arms, as he gave her something to do, and
loved that kiss as much as she had loved the others.
"I'm proud of you," he said softly, when the kiss was over.
"I think you made big strides today."
His comment, made with a straight face, like he was some kind of
psychologist or something, was so ludicrous that she giggled, and then
"You're something else," she giggled. "I don't know what you
are, but you're definitely something else."
"I'm just a guy," he said carelessly. "A guy who had a great
time today, and is looking forward to having a great time with you
"You mean that, don't you," she said, still having a hard time
adjusting to believing a man ... taking him at his word.
"If I didn't need to get home, I'd show you how much I mean it right
now," he said. His hand went to his soft penis and gripped
it, sliding the skin off the tip.
She felt the thrill of a woman being appreciated, even if it was by a
lewd behavior. She didn't care. She felt
"As tempting as that is, I need to think about what happened," she
said. "This is all so new. Most of what happened
today was new. You're a little too good to believe."
"I'm just me," he said. "Call me when you're ready."
Janet really was a pretty strong woman, even if she had labored under
one crippling disillusionment. She had made her way
alone for a long time, and she had the capacity for rational
thought. As she played back the events of that afternoon, it
became clear to her that she had finally met a man who cared about her,
as much as he cared about himself. She was under no
illusion that what they had shared was love ... not in the classical
sense. But they had shared intimacy in a loving
way, and that had been ... electrifying.
As a strong woman, Janet was capable of adapting to situations and
circumstances that threw her a curve. She was capable of
thinking things out, and making a decision.
She called Bobby the next day.
When Chuck parked to pick up "Matilda", and went to the door to knock,
he had no clue what he was about to face.
They answered the door together.
They were dressed identically. Their hair was done
identically. The makeup, from one to the other was
indistinguishable. Their heads were even tilted in the same
"Hi Chuck," they said, together, their voices identically
matched. "I'm ready to go." They had obviously
practiced this. It was like listening to one voice, in stereo.
"Um ... hi," said Chuck. "What's going on?"
Again, they spoke in tandem. It was eerie, as if some alien
intelligence was controlling them.
"You've been a very bad boy," they said.
Chuck wasn't stupid. He got it right away.
"You started it!" he said, in a lame attempt to get off the hook.
Finally only one of them spoke.
"No, Chuck, you started it. You had two perfectly acceptable
girls to go out with, and have fun with, but when you figured out what
we were doing, you took advantage of us."
"Well, you let me," he said, weakly. He had the
sudden inspiration that this date might not go as well as he'd
He was wrong, but he didn't know that then.
The only clue that they had, in fact, practiced saying things together,
came when one of them seemed to accidentally touch the other with the
back of her hand. It was, in fact, a signal.
"Where are you taking us?" they asked.
"You?" Chuck's face wrinkled. "Both of you?"
"Of course," said the one that hadn't spoken alone yet. "We
both like you and you obviously like both of us."
"Together? At the same time?" he moaned. His hopes
of getting a hand in somebody's pants drained away. In fact,
it looked like he wasn't going to get to have any naughty fun at all.
He was wrong about that too, but he didn't know that yet either.
"Both of us," they said, as one voice.
While Chuck was trying to decide what to do - this could get expensive
if he took them out to eat - on the far side of Granger, Janet was
opening her door to face the man she was no longer afraid of.
"Hi," she said, blushing a little. She might not be
afraid, but she was still a little shy. She had shared
something incredibly intimate with this man, and she hardly knew him.
"I'm glad you called," he said.
A little of the old, normal Janet bubbled up.
"I'm not surprised. Men seem to think about just one thing."
"If that's not what I'm supposed to be thinking about," he said
casually, "then why did you call me? Is something broken?"
She winced inside. He was right. He knew exactly
why she had called him. So, doing what women do
frequently when they're caught in a philosophical booboo, she just
ignored it, and stepped back to let him in. She expected him
to sweep her into his arms and kiss her.
"What are we going to do tonight?" he asked, instead.
It threw her off base. What did he think they were going to
do? Hadn't he just admitted that he had sex on his mind?
"Go out to eat? Play a game? Go for another
walk?" He made suggestions in rapid fire speech.
She looked confused, and he laughed.
"Come on, Janet. We can't just fuck like bunnies all the
time. We need to get to know each other too."
His use of the term "fucking like bunnies" was similar to what her
husbands might have said, but so different in its tone that it wasn't
crass at all. It got a smile, in fact.
"It's nice to know a man can be interested in something other than
sex," she said.
"Don't get the wrong idea," he said. "I'm very interested in
the sex. I'm ready to go right now. You turn me on
something fierce. But it will be even better if we're more
familiar with each other."
She felt that thrill of knowing a man wanted her ... particularly this
man. She was, in fact, "ready to go" right now
too. She'd been thinking about this all week. Each
time she'd used her dildo, she'd wished he was there instead.
"I'm not used to just talking to a man," she said.
"Do you have any brothers?" he asked.
She looked at him in surprise. "No. I was an only
"Well, just try to think of me as the brother you didn't know you had,
and you just found. We have a lot to catch up on."
She was amazed at how simple that one odd idea was.
They ended up riding around. Janet showed him the house she
had grown up in, and he took her out to the farm, and showed her
that. They ended up parking on a hill that
overlooked Granger. It wasn't much of a hill, but, as the
light faded from the cloudy sky, and the lights of town came on, they
twinkled and identified places that would otherwise be invisible in the
They talked for two hours, before he leaned over and kissed her.
Then, suddenly, they were making out like teenagers.
One of the twinkling lights they were looking at was the front porch
light of the house Chuck lived in with his parents. Said
parents were out for the night, playing bridge, which left the house
There were teenagers making out there ... three of them, in
fact. Chuck's dismal assessment of the situation had taken a
radical shift when the girls suggested that the only thing that had
changed was that now everything was out in the open.
He'd had to adjust his "sexual clock" somewhat. Making out
with two girls at the same time turned out to involve some tricky
timing. You couldn't spend too long with one, and in the
process, neglect the other.
In fact, Chuck felt a little like a ping pong ball.
Both girls were topless, and he had four nipples to suck.
That made it a little easier to accept the fact that neither of them
would let him get his hand in their pants. In fact, from
Chuck's perspective, it didn't get much better than this.
They still hadn't told him which one was which, though their kisses
separated them. He had tried using their names,
hoping to be corrected, because he knew that once he knew which was
which, he'd know them apart by their kisses from that point
on. The problem was that no matter which name he
used, the girl he used it on only said something like, "Ohhhh I love it
when you suck gently like that," or "Kiss me some more, Chuck."
He had adapted pretty well to spending just the right amount of time
with each girl, and was feeling pretty good about things. He
was not prepared when one of them said, "I think it's time."
He wasn't prepared, because he was suddenly tackled by two girls, who
tickled him, poked him and generally made it impossible to do anything
except fend their hands off.
That's when one of them went for his belt.
"What?" he yelped, as his belt came loose. His hand reached
automatically, but had to divert as fingers dug into his ribs.
Within the next three minutes, Chuck Cunningham was efficiently, and
with great embarrassment, de-pantsed by two girls.
It wasn't that Chuck didn't want to lose his pants. If the
girls had simply said, "Hey Chuck, we'd like to see your
penis. How about it?" he would have gladly shucked his
jeans. But having your pants forcibly removed by
two girls, who have the mysterious knowledge of how to make you
helpless, just doesn't match the self image of most males.
So he struggled, as the girls laughed and giggled. He got his
nipples tweaked several times, and howled. He got smothered
by naked breasts pressed to his face. When he tried to kick,
a surprisingly strong hand suddenly gripped his balls, and what had
been a sweet voice, only moments ago said "Don't make me hurt you,
He subsided, then. He was beaten, and he knew it.
When fingers pulled at his underwear, he not only didn't resist, he
lifted his hips to assist them.
"Okay, Betty," said the voice from the girl who was not on top of him ...
the one who had gripped his balls so strongly.
He lay there, panting, as the two topless girls got on either side of
him, their faces only inches from his penis, which was as hard as it
had ever been, and stared at it.
"Wow," said Betty.
"Yeah, wow," sighed Matilda.
"What are you doing?" asked Chuck.
"Looking at it, silly," said Betty.
"All you would have had to do was ask," he gasped. His right
nipple still hurt.
"It wouldn't have been nearly as much fun that way," said
Matilda. "Besides, we had to punish you a little bit for
Chuck, by then, had realized that his precious family jewels were in no
danger, and that this date was vastly exceeding his wildest
expectations. Under those circumstances, it didn't seem
important to remind them, again, that they had started it.
Bobby and Janet finally separated. No clothing had been
removed, but hands had slipped here and there.
"Take me home," she moaned.
"Can I stay when we get there?" he panted.
"You'd better!" she yipped.
Their passion didn't fade as he drove them to her house.
"I brought the ropes," he said, as he got out. He went to the
"You don't need them," she said, almost jumping up and down with
excitement. "Can I be on top again?"
"Of course," he said.
Gone was her shyness. A new world had been opened
up to her, and she was impatient to take advantage of it.
They undressed together and he lay down on the bed, erect ... ready for
her. She stared at his penis, just for a second, and her eyes
flitted to the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, where her
dildo lay. It could just stay there. What
he offered was so much better.
She groaned as she felt him split her apart, and settled down, just
sitting ... just feeling that wonderful, warm
fullness. He lay with his hands behind his head and
a smile on his face, like he was lying in the sun.
Then, unable to wait another second, she leaned forward, with her hands
on his shoulders, and jerked her hips so fast that her heavy breasts
started swaying toward his face, and back again, to hit her
ribcage. He lifted his head and played at capturing a nipple,
but couldn't do it because her breasts were gyrating so wildly.
Her first orgasm was so easy to find that it almost shocked her, and
she stopped, to rotate her pussy on him, grinding her clit against his
pubic bone as the waves of pleasure washed through her.
"This is so gooood," she groaned.
"Do it again," he urged her, lying perfectly still.
She did, but this time, as the streaks of pleasure shot from her pussy
in different directions, she leaned down while she rubbed, to let him
get a nipple in his mouth. The sucking only intensified what
was going on in her pussy.
"Can I be on top, just for a little bit?" he panted.
She was so happy now that she didn't think about what he asked for as
some kind of domination. She rolled and welcomed him between
He didn't lie on top of her, like both Willard and Jack had
done. He held himself up, with his head above hers, and
leaned down for more of those wonderful kisses as he stroked deep
inside her. He sped up only a little, and his face
wrinkled up, just before she felt another warm bath of sperm soaking
"Ohhh thank you," he groaned, pushing hard and staying deep as his
prick pulsed repeatedly inside her.
Janet had just watched him, as he did this. She had
used him, as he lay there, and to be honest, he was using her
now. But, somehow, his fervid thanks made her feel like she
was special. He could be anywhere, with any woman, doing this
with that woman, but he had chosen to do it here, in her bed, with
her. There might not be unending love between them,
but they had chosen each other to share this with, and that made it
seem special somehow.
She thought of Rhonda, her best friend, who had done the same thing
with this man. Her breath caught in her throat as, for the
first time, she remembered that Rhonda's belly had swelled up with this
man's baby! In all the confusion, and fear and
anxiety of this new relationship, she hadn't thought about that at all!
It was too late now, of course. She was soaked. The
feel of his warm semen in her body seemed to intensify, suddenly, and a
ball of heat swelled in her abdomen.
"You just made me pregnant!" she gasped.
His face hung over her, his blue eyes staring down into hers.
He leaned down for a soft kiss and then pulled back.
"I hope so," he said softly.
Across town, Chuck was in a cloud of ecstasy.
Matilda and Betty had just stared, at first, but they couldn't resist
playing with the new toy they had uncovered. Their hands were
like feathers all over his groin. They got into an argument
about whether his prick was cute or ugly and misshapen. He
didn't care, as long as their fingers continued to play with it.
"Suck it!" he gasped, going for broke.
"No way!" squealed one of them. He couldn't tell which.
"Not going to happen, Chucky," said a voice that, because of the
inflections she used on "Chucky" he recognized as Matilda.
"How do we make it squirt?"
"Just rub it," he gasped, wanting to cum so badly that his ball sack
felt like they must be as big as a softball.
He felt a hand grip him and drag down, almost painfully.
"Not so hard!" he yelped.
"Okay," said Matilda. "We've never done this before."
Chuck's left hand scrabbled for the drawer that was built into his
headboard that held the tube of hand cream he used when he did this for
himself. He extended the tube to them.
"Put some of this on your hand. It will slide then."
They were quick learners, which was good, because Chuck was
primed. It was bad because they kept trading off,
which meant he got close, and then they changed, and he had to start
all over again. Finally he couldn't take it any longer.
"Just one of you," he pleaded. "One of you keep doing it for
He didn't know which one did it, but as soon as she had gone for more
than forty five seconds straight, he was there.
"Oh yeah!" he groaned. "Don't stop!"
"Ewwwwww!" came twin voices as his penis erupted, and young, healthy
semen spurted all over the place. The hand disappeared from
his prick, but his ejaculation was already under way. His
penis tipped and he splattered his own stomach with his spend, not
"That's gross!" whined Betty.
"It's so messy!" said Matilda.
"Damn!" sighed Chuck. This was the best thing that had ever
happened to him.
"Why would you want to get me pregnant?" asked Janet, who was lying
beside Bobby. Having decided it was too late to do anything
about it, she had also decided not to be upset. Besides, it
might not be all that dangerous right now anyway. Neither of
her husbands had ever gotten her pregnant, and that was part of why she
hadn't thought about the possibility with Bobby.
"I wouldn't do this with a woman if I didn't want her to have my
child," he said.
"That's silly!" she said. "You're a gigolo."
"Maybe," he said. "I haven't actually looked that word up in
a dictionary yet, but I don't really do this for the money."
"Why do you do it then?" she asked.
He looked at her like she was crazy. "I do it because I like
the women I do it with," he said.
"That's still no reason to want to get them pregnant," she said.
"I can't help that," he said. "If I like a woman, I just
think about her having my baby. Isn't that what all this is
for in the first place?"
"Well, yes, technically," admitted Janet. "But most people
don't want to have babies unless they're married."
"Do you want to marry me?" he asked.
Now she looked at him like he was crazy.
"You should know me well enough by now, just from what I told you
tonight, to know I'm not interested in getting married again," she said.
"Then why did you let me do this?" he asked.
"Because it felt good!" she moaned. "Because I needed it!"
"I agree," he said. "Those are two of the reasons I did this
"What if I don't get pregnant?" she asked. "Will you be
"Of course not," he said. "If you want to go on the pill, or
one of those other things, and not get pregnant, that's perfectly fine."
"You could use a rubber from now on," she said.
"I won't do that," he said. "It would ruin the feeling."
"That seems awfully irresponsible to me," said Janet. "Why
does it have to be the woman who takes measures?"
"You don't have to do this with me at all," said Bobby.
"That's your choice. I told you ... you're in charge."
"That's not fair," she moaned. "I'm already addicted to
you! I know exactly why Rhonda acted the way she did, now
that I know what it was like."
"Then I hope you like babies, or don't mind going on the pill," he
said. "If we keep doing this, you'll get pregnant."
"I hate men," sighed Janet, but there was no passion in her voice.
"Do you hate me?" he asked.
"No, but I hate men," she sighed again.
He didn't understand that, exactly, but she didn't get up, and she
didn't make him leave. So he kissed her.
Ten minutes later he was on top of her again, and she was thrusting up
at him, having an orgasm.
"I could pull out," he panted, very close.
"Okay," she grunted, as her pussy rippled around his wonderful prick.
Her legs wrapped around him, and her arms held him tight,
though. Her body knew what it wanted, even if her mind did
It wanted to feel that warm bath inside her again.
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