The Making of a Gigolo (14) - Erica Bradford

by Lubrican

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Chapter Twenty

Erica had never kissed Will. Not really. Not in the sense that most people think of a sexual kiss. Their lips had touched, but the tight skin that formed the left side of his lips wasn't flexible enough to let him actually purse them. And, of course, she had never made out with a boy before. She had kissed her parents on the cheek, and had received similar kisses. She knew what her lips felt like when that had happened, so she just tried to kiss Bobby's cheek ... on his lips.

So basically, the first real kiss that Erica Bradford ever got was one she couldn't possibly have been prepared for. Especially since she got it from Bobby Dalton.

He had to let go of her breasts. That was because when her knees gave out, they slammed into his, and he had to lift her with his hands under her armpits just to keep her from folding to the floor.

And to keep his lips in contact with hers ... of course.

As her passions had flared (and were in the process of flaring again), his also flared. He knew he hadn't let her make this decision, but what was done was done ... except that it wasn't done yet. He kept his lips pressed to hers, which were slack, so he gave in to his passions and licked the inside of her lips.

She was short, but she weighed more than she appeared to. Standing like this wasn't going to work. He broke the kiss just as her head lolled back, her neck muscles going slack. Her eyes were closed and she almost looked like she was unconscious. He felt her knees exert some force when she lightened in his hands, and he simply bent to scoop his left arm behind her knees while sliding his right arm behind her back. Her neck started working again as he lifted her and stepped toward the couch.

When he sat down with her, she was more or less lying across his lap with her head on his shoulder. Her eyes were open now, looking at his face. Her eyes were clear and alert. He saw permission there.

So he kissed her again.

In the next fifteen minutes, Erica Bradford tried her best to make up for every make-out session she had never had as a teenager. Kissing Bobby like this was nothing like she had imagined. She had no basis for comparison, but it was like being able to eat cake and ice cream and never get full. All of her attention was centered on her lips, because his hands just held her against him. The warmth of his body where she was pressed to him was comfortable. Her first blasts of passion gave way to something more sedate, as she explored this new thing that was so delightful. He had at least ten different ways of kissing her and all of them made her feel like she was going to melt.

Eventually he let her lie back. Her back was on his lap and her head was on the armrest of the couch. She felt like her breasts were pushed out, because the transition from his lap to the couch, where her bottom lay, felt huge. She watched his eyes move from her face to her chest and her nipples started wanting to be squeezed again.

Men had looked at her breasts for years and she hadn't liked it. Then Will had looked at them and she had felt something completely different. Now another man was looking at them. For only the second time in her life, Erica wanted a man to actually see them.

Her hands came to the buttons of her blouse. Her fingers moved languidly, in no hurry, and the top button popped open. Her fingers moved to the next ... and the next. When all of them were unbuttoned, she could still feel the cloth covering most of her. The coolness of the air on her skin suggested it was open five or six inches. His left arm was under her, in the gap between the arm of the couch and the base of her neck. His right hand came to flick the left half of her blouse back.

His left arm pulled her up for another kiss and his right hand slid under the cloth of the blouse to stroke her back. He let her back down after what seemed like five minutes.

She used front-catch bras, because her breasts were so large that it was too hard to pull straps together behind her back. His fingers went to the catch and drifted there, almost as if they were exploring. She felt a finger stroke the exposed skin of her cleavage, above the catch. His fingers drifted up the swell of her left breast to slide back and forth across the tip. She sucked in a breath and her back arched.

He let his fingers wander lightly all over both breasts, barely touching her until she couldn't take it any longer. Her own fingers came to the catch and, with an expert flip, she opened it. She let go and the cups sprang apart. She heard the right one slap against his chest.

She closed her eyes ... waiting ... only to open them fifteen seconds later as she lifted her head. He was just looking at them. His eyes came up and centered on her own.

"I'd like very much to touch them," he said softly.

She barked once or twice in almost hysterical laughs that left her panting. He wanted permission! She didn't trust her voice, so she reached for one of his hands and dragged it to her breast.

"Uhhhhhh," she groaned as he at last cupped her warm flesh with a hand that felt hot somehow. He squeezed and she arched even more, as she felt his fingers approach the nipple. She closed her eyes in anticipation.

He pinched it lightly.

She felt sudden wetness flood her panties and groaned again.

"Harder!" she gasped, between clenched teeth.

Her eyes were still closed, so she didn't see him lean forward. She felt it though, and her eyes opened, as her head came up just in time to see his lips close around her left nipple. He sucked hard and bit with his teeth.

Will had also never sucked at her nipples, again, because his lips wouldn't work that way anymore. He couldn't use a straw either, unless he closed only the softer right side of his lips around it. When she squeezed her nipples, or when Will did, the pressure was consistent all over the sensitive bud. That effect was achieved partway by the suction Bobby applied. His teeth magnified it tenfold.

Erica's body jerked, as if she were having a seizure, and a tortured banshee wail was torn from her throat as her passion finally found an outlet. All that emotion burst from the tip of her breast like a spray of the milk that breast would someday produce.

An orgasm is, in many ways, a violent event. It can wrack the body as if it is being whipped and its effects on muscles can cause cramps. Heart rate skyrockets and the lungs work overtime to compensate for the need for more oxygen. Erica had had orgasms before, and the ones that involved her nipples were always the most violent. But all those paled by comparison to the one that made her strain to bend her body in half, backwards, in an attempt to force her breast up against the teeth that were destroying her.

She eventually fell back, limp, all her energy expended. Little zings of ecstasy were still radiating from her nipple and she opened her eyes, lifting her head again, to see him gently sucking and licking at what he had so recently bitten. He stopped to look up at her face and smiled.

Then he moved his mouth to the other one and it started all over again.

Christy dragged his pants down, revealing shorts that were tented enough that she felt almost guilty at the relief she also felt. She stopped, to take in the leg she had never seen. It looked so ... incomplete. The scarring there was only on the outside of the leg, but it was thick. She touched it and a sound of sorrow escaped her throat.

"The pain!" she moaned.

"I'm not in pain right now," he panted.

That reminded her that she wasn't the only person in the room who was seeking something pleasurable right now. She stood and slowly removed her dress. His eyes gave her the encouragement she sought and she reached behind her to release her bra. She tossed it, and posed for him. Her nipples stiffened at the look in his gaze. She bent over to push her panties down. She already knew she was beautiful, in his eyes, so her attention returned to the part of him she hadn't seen yet.

He tried to help her, but that only rolled him to one side. She pulled hard, and his shorts shot downward, bending his prick so that it flopped back and slapped his stomach when the cloth cleared it.

"Oh my," she sighed, stopping for a few seconds. It was tempting, when his shorts came past the stump of his left leg to just leave them on his right one, but she wanted him entirely naked, so she finished.

Dim memories of her husband's penis surfaced. She'd gotten so used to seeing Bobby's uncut one that this one looked wrong somehow. With a twist inside her, she acknowledged that there were other parts of Will that looked wrong too, so it didn't matter.

She couldn't resist tasting him. Moisture flooded her pussy as she heard his groans of pleasure. Then, still sucking, she pulled her mouth off of him, to hear his groan convey something less than pleasure.

"Are you happy yet?" she asked, teasing.

"I'm happy!" he gasped. "Please don't stop!" he begged.

"But I want to do something else," she pouted.

In a flash she was up and over him, standing above him, looking down. She was already ready. as she slowly squatted, she reached with two fingers to spread her labia.

With the other hand, she reached for the thing she needed inside her.

Will wasn't the only Bradford in town who was almost insanely happy.

While still in the throes of the remnants of her fourth orgasm (two per nipple), Erica had felt herself lifted again and laid down on the couch. She'd worn a skirt to the final performance, and the side closure was no barrier to Bobby's skilled fingers. She was light-headed enough that she didn't realize what was happening until the skirt was already off and her panties were slipping past her toes. Then she felt one leg being raised and felt the fabric of the couch press into her calf. She realized her legs were spread and drew breath to object when something warm and soft, but hard at the same time, pressed into her sex. She raised her head to see Bobby's black hair where her own blond hair should be.

He sucked in her clit at that second and the world went crazy again for Erica.

Erica felt hoarse. She was hoarse. What he had done between her legs had kept her making gasping almost-screams. She was still gasping. After three more orgasms that threatened to make her muscles tear through her skin, she was sure she'd never catch her breath again. She lay limply, wide open, but no longer caring. He had seen every part of her ... had sucked every part of her ... and it was no longer important that she was naked. She opened her eyes to see him taking his shirt off. Her eyes drank in that chest again and she made a little noise in her throat. When he undid his slacks, and pushed them down, though, it penetrated her brain what was going to happen next.

"Bobby!" she gasped.

He looked at her.

"I'm ... a virgin," she panted.

He stopped, with his slacks at his knees, as if he'd been frozen.

"But what about Will?"

Her hand went unconsciously to her sex and covered it.

"We've ... never ... done that," she puffed.

He looked at her and his eyes seemed to darken and glitter.

"What have you done?" he asked.

An hour earlier, had he asked that question, he would have gotten a completely different response, but the relationship between Erica Bradford and Bobby Dalton had grown by leaps and bounds.

"I'll ... show you." Her lungs still heaved.

Erica's mind was still whirling. So much had happened, that when she thought about showing Bobby what she did for Will, she just took him to the place where she had always done it. She stood by the bed and waited, while he finished taking his slacks off, which he'd pulled back up after learning she was a virgin. He stood and looked at her. She pointed at the bed.

Bobby felt foolish. Of course Will would be lying down. He didn't know whether to take his briefs off or not. He was rock hard inside them, and decided that Will just had to be naked when they did whatever it was they did. He removed them quickly and lay on the bed.

Erica stared at what he had revealed. It didn't look anything like Will's. Will's was red, almost purple in some places, and bumpy. This one was bone colored and smooth. She stepped forward, fascinated by the differences. The sack that hung under Will's was red too. This one was brown, with much darker hairs around it.

She reached for the penis and marveled at the satiny feel of it. Will's was slick and hard similar to but also different than his scars. It didn't feel like this one unless it was soft. As she gripped it, her hand moved downward and, like a flower blooming, something came out of the end of it. She blinked and realized she had moved the skin off of something, rather than something bursting forth. It felt nothing like Will's either.

The only other frame of reference she had was the movie that had so troubled her. This one didn't look like those either. She looked up at Bobby's face. He seemed to be watching her with interest.

"This doesn't look right," she said, pulling the skin back off the tip.

"I still have my foreskin," he said.

She hadn't paid any attention to penises in health class. She had even avoided the subject. She must have looked lost, because he went on.

"They cut that extra skin off of some boys at birth."

She shuddered. Somebody had done that to her little brother? Her mind flashed to female genital mutilation, something she was familiar with as a feminist. This cutting of a boy's penis seemed similar and she was incensed.

"That's horrible!" she moaned.

"I don't think guys remember the pain," he said.

"It's still horrible," she said. "It's barbaric!"

"You were going to show me what you do with Will?" She saw something pleading in his eyes. She couldn't resist the urge to tease him.

"You know, you touched me a whole lot out there without asking."

"I stopped when you asked me to," he said.

She thought about that. She closed her eyes. She only had one picture in her mind, of a penis penetrating her. It didn't look like the one in her hand. She tried to make it look like that, but couldn't. She felt robbed, somehow. It was as if all those dreams had been about somebody other than this man.

"Forgive me?" he pleaded.

She opened her eyes. He sounded ... insecure! That rocked her world.

She fisted his penis again and paid more attention to what was revealed. She heard him sigh as her hand moved, and it sounded just like Will's sighs as she slid her hand along his hard flesh. She pushed down further and, like magic, something that looked a lot more like Will's penis emerged. That made sense. If there was skin that was cut off - she shivered again - then Will was just missing what this man still had.

"I do this," she said, and leaned forward, her mouth opening.

Erica had, without intent, learned how to do something that few women can learn even if they intend to. Will's frantic jerks had driven his penis past her gag reflex often enough that she had found it easier to just leave it there in the past. That he would spurt for her was a given. She only needed to pull off of him when it was time to swallow. It was only natural that she do the same thing to Bobby.

Bobby had never been deep-throated before. In a world where many things seemed the same, and only the differences between the women involved really made things unique, this was unique in and of itself. It felt wonderful in a completely new way and he realized almost immediately that he could last for a long time while this was done to him. That was because it was the tip of his cock that was the most sensitive, and with that tip lodged in her throat, there wasn't as much stimulation there. He was used to women loving and sucking and nibbling the head, which would make him erupt much more quickly.

She worked on him for five minutes, until her throat got sore, and then pulled off.

"What's wrong?" she asked, looking at his penis.

"Nothing," he sighed. "I love that."

"Aren't you going to spurt?"

His eyes got darker again and she felt the first hint of danger since he'd touched her.

"I'd love to spurt," he said. "But you're a virgin."

"I didn't mean there," she yipped. "I meant in my mouth."

His eyes cleared.

"I'd love to spurt there too," he said softly.

"But you didn't," she complained.

Bobby wanted to thump his forehead with his hand, but didn't. She was a virgin. Will was the only man she'd ever been with. He should have thought of that before.

"I'll teach you how to make this one spurt," he said.

Will's groan was like a symphony in Christy's ears as she sank down on his prick. It didn't feel like Bobby's, but that was okay, because this wasn't Bobby. She leaned forward and put one hand on the smooth warm skin above his right nipple, and the other on the rippled hot skin above his left.

"If I hurt you, you have to tell me," she said, leaning down to kiss his lips.

"I can't possibly imagine you hurting me," he panted. "But I'm about to have a terrible accident any second now."

She kissed him again.

"Go ahead," she whispered, and kissed his lips.

Erica swallowed and felt like she had accomplished something akin to climbing Mount Everest. Using her lips, with all that skin in the way, had been frustrating at first. Then, as she learned to push that skin with her lips and play with it with her tongue, it had become first interesting, and then fun.

Her first taste of him was another thing she'd have to add to the list of things that were different between Will and Bobby. Will tasted bitter and musky. Bobby tasted salty and musky, and even a little sweet. Both tastes found taste buds in her mouth that were receptive. Both were good, like two different foods. She knew that she'd like it when her mouth was full of Bobby's taste.

Her eyes opened wide, as she completed her swallowing motion and realized she needed to swallow again right away. This penis produced more fluid than Will's. She gulped and then gulped again, as Bobby's groans made her nipples need to be squeezed again. She'd been tempted to squirt him on her nipples, but his taste had convinced her to do that later ... if she could ever forgo the taste.

Finally he was finished, and she pulled off to see a long string of white stretched between her lips and the tip. She leaned down to suck and swallow one last time. Her nipples needed attention. She thought of something else she couldn't do with Will, because she was sure it would hurt him. But she could do it with Bobby.

She climbed up and lay on top of him, luxuriating in the feel of his body beneath her. He closed his legs as she kissed him, and hers slipped down, until her knees were on the bed on either side of him. She pushed with her arms and moved until one of her nipples was over his mouth.

"Suck some more," she whined.

Will's body jerked enough to lift Christy several inches higher and she sighed as she felt the warm bath inside her. She leaned down to kiss him again.

"I want you to cum in me, Will," she cooed.

It worked as well on this man as it did on Bobby.

Erica shuddered through an orgasm as Bobby sucked her right nipple, and squeezed her left. He had learned already that he couldn't squeeze them too hard. She was wet again and, as her body writhed through her orgasm, she felt her sex rubbing on his soft penis. That just added an electricity to her orgasm, because it was close to what she'd dreamed of, but not too close.

He switched nipples and she almost cried. She could hardly breathe now! But she knew she'd let him do that one too.

Will was young and Christy was experienced enough to know he could go again, so after he filled her, she simply crawled down and sucked him hard again. It took a while, but she didn't care, because she loved sucking him. She had found a man she liked, and who needed her in a way that made her feel complete. She knew there would have to be much more than sex, but her initial feeling that there was something special about this man, despite his injuries, had born fruit already.

When he was stiff again, she pulled off and crawled up to his face.

"Does it hurt when you press on the stump of your wrist?"

"What?" His eyes were a little glazed.

She found his stump and pressed on it with her hand.

"Does that hurt?"

"No."

She pressed harder.

"Now?"

"No."

She pressed as hard as she could.

"Now?"

"Why do you want to hurt me?" he asked, confusion in his voice.

"Did it hurt?" she insisted.

"No!"

"Then I want you on top."

"I can't be on top!"

"Yes you can."

She pulled and helped him roll up on top of her. His right hand went naturally to the mattress beside her left breast. She told him to use his stump on the other side. When he tried that, his eyes opened wide. He was able to lift himself off her breasts.

She reached with her right hand.

"Roll to your right a little," she grunted.

He did and she captured the thing she wanted. She pulled and he wiggled, and suddenly, he was all the way in her.

"See?" she sighed.

"Oh, Christy," he moaned.

Then he learned how to rock.

At some point between orgasms, Erica realized the thing she was rubbing her sex all over wasn't soft any more. She realized that when she slid forward and her labia split to let her clitoris scrape along the hard shaft. The zings that sent through her rivaled what his lips were doing to her nipple and she rubbed harder.

He spat the nipple out.

"Careful," he warned.

"It feels so goooood," she moaned.

"If you want to stay a virgin, you'd better calm down."

She closed her eyes. She imagined the penis she had sucked a few minutes before. Once she had that firmly in her mind, she tried to imagine it hanging above her sex. She still couldn't do it. She opened her eyes. He had left her nipples alone since warning her, and she could think a little better now.

"Will you do something for me?" she asked.

"Maybe," he said warily.

She got off of him and laid back next to him, spreading her legs.

"Get between my legs," she panted.

"That's not a good idea, Erica," he said.

"I need to see something," she moaned.

Almost carefully, he got up and got on his knees. His prick jutted straight out and her eyes were riveted to it. She reached for a pillow and balled it up behind her head.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Get between my legs."

"Why?"

"Bobby! Just do it!" She sounded a little frantic.

He went onto all fours, and moved one knee over between her legs. Her breasts were right under his face and he dropped it to lick one nipple. He had already learned the power her nipples had over her.

"Stop that!" she gasped and pushed at his head.

He moved his other knee between her legs and she spread her thighs further. He pushed and stood on his knees.

"No," she said. "I need to see it ... hanging there ... almost ready to go in."

"What?"

"Just do it, Bobby," she pleaded.

"I don't want to take your virginity, Erica."

"I don't want you to either!" she almost shouted. "But I need to see this!"

He didn't understand. She hadn't described what was in the dreams ... only that she had them. It was a strange thing to ask for, but she had taken the edge off with her mouth, so he was okay now.

He fell back onto his hands, and moved until the tip of his prick was over her pussy lips. She craned her neck to see.

"It needs to be closer ... almost touching," she instructed.

"What in the world are you doing?" he asked.

"My dream, Bobby!" she moaned. "I need to see if it looks like my dream!"

"How could it?" he asked. "You never saw it before today."

"If you ever want to suck my nipples again, you'd better do this!" she almost snarled.

He moved his knees back. Very carefully, he lowered the tip of his prick. Her wet labia were split, providing a target that was easy to hit. He felt the urge to touch her with it and leaned forward just enough to spread her labia further.

"Oooooo Bobby," she whined.

"I'm not going in," he reassured her.

She stared. It didn't look like her dream at all. It was a different penis and a different angle. But it looked so right!

"I changed my mind," she gasped.

"You want me to take it away?" he confirmed.

"No."

Will couldn't believe the sensations he was feeling. Christy's hands were all over his back; pulling, pushing, helping. The memories of the few times he'd had sex before the napalm ruined him were too dim to compare to this. It felt like his whole body was alive again. His back was wholly unburned, and her hands on it made him feel almost normal.

Through experimentation, they had learned that if she closed her legs and he put his thighs on the outside of hers, he was no longer off balance. His knees on either side of her held him straight. That also let him use his stomach muscles to jerk his loins forward, and his prick lanced up into her deliciously. By relaxing his stomach muscles, he sagged backwards and withdrew slightly. She was also almost impossibly tight with her legs closed. All she had to do was push up with her hips, and her clit was exposed to the scraping of his prick.

She was moaning and thrusting against him. She pulled and held him in deep. Her hands went to his ass and pulled until he realized she wanted him to move in a circle down there. When he figured out how to do that, she went crazy, and her pussy pulsed all around his cock.

"Make me cum," she whined. "Ohhh yes, Will, I'm cumming so gooood!"

In that second he felt like a man again, for the first time since the orange glow had seared through his left eyelid. A beautiful woman was under him, cumming on his prick, and she was there because she wanted to be there.

He grunted harshly as his balls bunched and he spurted in her again.

"Think about this," moaned Bobby.

"I've been thinking about it for months!" she wailed. "I can't get you out of my head, Bobby!"

"Why didn't you say something?!" he groaned. With his prick right at her gates, and her request for him to push, it was hard not to.

"Because I was scared," she whined. "I think I was foolish too. Bobby, you've made me feel so good tonight. I didn't think that could happen!"

He hated to say it, but it had to be said. "Erica, honey, this is a big step. Why don't we wait a while and see how you feel then."

"If I think about it, I won't let you do it!" she panted.

"Well then, I shouldn't do it!" he moaned.

"But I want it, Bobby!" she whined.

"You don't know what you want," he said harshly.

"Just a little bit then," she moaned. "Let me feel a little bit."

"It doesn't work that way," he panted.

Erica saw the words, like they were written in the sky in fire. She knew she was about to say those words ... words that she would have bet every cent she had and every cent she'd ever make ... that she'd never utter. One was a word that hadn't even been in her vocabulary, until a few seconds ago, when it had blazed across the sky in her mind. She gazed at those words ... and then said them.

"Fuck me, Bobby."

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