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The Making of a Gigolo (15) - Agatha Roberts
by Lubrican
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Chapter Thirty-two
Bobby's mind whirled as if he were caught in a tornado as seven naked
women whipped the sheet off of him, exposing his own nude
form. They all seemed to try to crawl in bed with him at the
same time, and he was literally covered by squirming naked
bodies. They were giggling and making other excited
noises. He felt hands grabbing at his penis and balls, and
lips being pressed to his shoulders, chest and face.
His legs drew up as he tried to affect a fetal position, partly as a
natural response to being attacked ... sort of ... and partly in an
attempt to lessen the overwhelming sensations he was being bombarded
with.
"What the fuck?" he yelled.
"We love you!" squealed Mary, who pressed her breasts into his
face. After suckling two babies, her breasts drooped a little
bit, and she dragged them over his mouth and nose.
"Let go of me!" His shout was somewhat muffled by Mary's
breasts. She appeared to be trying to get a nipple into his
mouth.
"No!" shouted several woman.
He felt something hot and wet suck his flaccid penis into it and
yelped. He had to turn his head to keep from being suffocated
by a warm breast.
Bobby was a strong man. But even a strong man has difficulty
dealing with seven fully grown women, when they're trying to hold him
down. Flo sat on one leg, and Linda the other. Mary
lay her body across his right arm, with her breasts almost smothering
him and Bev, who was pregnant again, and about four months along, put
all her weight on his left arm. The twins tried to help
control his arms too. Within a few seconds he was
being restrained, and couldn't do much about it without hurting
someone. He wasn't willing to do that, so he
relaxed.
Mary finally pulled back. He wasn't sucking her nipple like
she'd hoped he would and when he had turned his face away she felt
disgruntled. She got a better grip on his upper arm, while
Betty captured his wrist and pressed it to the bed.
"What are you doing?" he moaned. He lifted his head to see
Suzie holding his penis, her mouth open, about to suck him in again.
"Suzie?" he croaked.
She looked up and smiled widely. "I got home today.
I missed you a lot." She kept her eyes on his as
she sucked his penis into her mouth and went, "Mmmmmm."
"You guys are crazy!" he groaned.
"No we're not," said Florence, watching Suzie with interest.
"You are."
"What are you talking about?" he panted.
"This is your bachelor party," said Flo, brightly.
"What?" His face twisted with the confusion he
felt. "I'm not getting married."
"That's what you think," said Linda. "That's why you're
crazy."
"Would somebody please tell me what's going on?" he moaned.
His head flopped down onto the pillow. Suzie was
getting a reaction from him, and he didn't want to react.
"You're going to marry Connie!" Almost everyone in the room
stared from one twin to the other. They had said it in
perfect harmony. None of them would ever get used to
that. It was eerie.
Bobby was more used to it than the rest, and less affected.
He was trying not to think about what Suzie was doing.
"No I'm not," he said.
Everything stopped. Suzie pulled off his prick and
stood up.
"Oh yes you are," she said, her voice husky.
Bobby lifted his head again. "You people are nuts!
Connie wouldn't marry me even if I asked her. She even told me that!" His voice rose at the end as he shouted.
"She didn't mean it," said Bev. "She was mad when she said
it."
"How do you know?" he moaned.
"Because I asked her, Bobby." She glared at him.
"Unlike you, I might add."
Bobby's mind went back to that night, when she had slammed the door
after screaming she wouldn't marry him if he was the last man on Earth.
"She hates me," he groaned.
Bev snorted. "She loves you, you dope. And you love
her too. All you did was have a fight. I have them
with Bill all the time. That doesn't mean I don't love him."
She got the equivalent of an "Amen!" from both Mary and Flo.
"She won't marry me," whined Bobby.
"Have you asked her to?" That was Mary, and she was leaning
over him again, dangling a nipple in his face.
"No."
"Then you don't know, now do you?"
It was quiet in the room. The girls had said a lot
of what they had wanted to say, but he wasn't reacting the way they had
expected.
"You want to marry her ... don't you?" Mary's voice was one
part fear that he'd say he didn't, and two parts dangerous warning
about how pissed she'd be if he did say that.
He didn't answer.
"Let me go," he said.
Mary pulled her breast away from his face
again. "You want to marry Connie ...
don't you?" Her voice was tinged with panic now.
Bobby's mind had been muddled for a long time now, because of his
unhappiness with the way his life had been going
recently. He had felt helpless and
confused. But the tone of Mary's voice cut through
all that. He was suddenly aware that it was very important to
Mary that he want to marry Constance. He looked at the
others. They all looked tense. Linda
looked worried. Bev and Flo were
frowning. Suzie and the twins looked unsure, almost
wary, like they some great truth they had taken for granted was about
to be debunked. But what they wanted was something only
Connie could control, and she'd already made up her mind.
"She won't marry me," he said quietly.
"Bobby Jordan!" rasped Mary. "You answer my question, dammit!"
"Cursing," he sighed. "A grown woman, cursing. What
is the world coming to?" He was trying to lighten the mood
... inject some humor into the situation. It had worked for
him before.
What happened then was almost scary, from Bobby's
viewpoint. He had almost come to grips with the
whole bizarre situation. He still didn't understand why they
were naked, but he knew why they were there. They
were lobbying for Constance. It was sweet, but they hadn't
heard her tone of voice ... hadn't heard that door slam ... hadn't
waited for her to say something, or do something.
He had made the same mistake that most men make, at one time or another
in their lives. He thought he knew what was in a
woman's mind, if not her heart.
But what happened when he tried to joke didn't fit with the
circumstances. Mary got up first, and just stood,
looking down at him. She had a look that was startlingly like
pity on her face. Bev stood up on the opposite side of the
bed. As the two of them moved, Linda and Flo crawled off his
legs. Suzie and the twins, their eyes round now,
watched their older sisters, and then released him too.
All seven started for the door.
Bobby's thought processes, at that particular moment, were really quite
simple. He'd lost Connie. Now he was
suddenly convinced he was losing his sisters too ... all of them, and
all at once.
"Yes!" he croaked.
The crowd of bare backs and round bouncy bottoms stopped, en-mass, and
they all turned. He was almost astonished at the
change in their faces. He felt a stab of defensive
anger, followed by an overwhelming sense of relief that they hadn't
kept going. It wasn't because they were naked that
he wanted them to stay. At that point, sex was the last thing
on his mind. But he didn't want them to
leave. He didn't want to be alone. He was so tired
of being alone.
"You're not just saying that, because you know that's what we want to
hear, are you?" asked Mary.
Frustration hit him like hammer blow.
"I love her!" His voice was intense. "I finally realized it,
but I was too late. I hurt her too much and she doesn't want
me any more. I know I was stupid, but I can't do
anything about that now. I want to marry her, but she won't
say yes! Can you see why I don't want to think about
it? It hurts too much!"
He felt tears forming in his eyes and blinked them furiously.
He didn't want to cry in front of them.
"Please don't hate me," he pleaded. "I couldn't take it if
you wouldn't talk to me either. You're all I have left."
It would be nice to say they all melted and ran back and hugged him and
kissed him and all that. But they really were seven different
women, who thought about him in mostly different ways.
Some of them thought he was an idiot for thinking that his sisters
would abandon him. They were unhappy with him, but for him to
think they'd shun him was just stupid. Two of them went
"Awww" in their minds, and would have run back to him, except that the
others weren't moving. Bev and Suzie, who had talked to
Constance, tended to want to throw up their hands in frustration,
because both Connie and Bobby were making this much more difficult than
it needed to be.
It was Mary, the eldest, who moved things forward. She'd had
the terrible feeling that he didn't want to marry Constance, and that
had made her feel empty inside. But now that he'd finally
answered her question, even if it wasn't quite the way she'd hoped he
would, she moved first. She only took a step, to get in front
of the others.
"You're wrong, Bobby," she said. She turned to Bev.
"Tell him, Bev."
Beverly felt impatient, and took a breath.
"Suzie and I talked to her today. She loves you,
Bobby. She's dying because you haven't come back since you
had that stupid fight. She thinks you don't love
her!"
"But I do," he moaned.
"Did you tell her that?" snapped Florence.
Mary put her hand out and gripped Flo's arm. "Lets not yell
any more," she said. "This isn't going like we
thought it would, and I think maybe the yelling isn't helping."
"But he's being so stupid!" groaned Florence. "We came here
to fix everything and give him a big sendoff, and he's being so dense
that he's going to blow it again!"
Mary went and sat down on the edge of the bed, turning sideways so she
could look at Bobby.
"Do you love her?" she asked.
"Yes, I said that already." He looked frustrated.
"She loves you too."
"I want to believe that, but it's hard. You didn't hear her
say those things."
Mary thought. "Have I ever yelled at you?"
"Sure, lots of times."
"And did I still love you afterwards?"
Bobby waved a hand. "I don't know. That was a long
time ago."
"I did love you, you dope," she said. "You know that."
He suddenly noticed her nudity. His eyes went to
all the others. He'd known they were naked, but he hadn't
paid any attention to that, because of the furor.
"You're naked," he said.
"He is such an idiot!" muttered Florence.
"Connie loves you, but she doesn't want to compete with other women for
your affection. We came here to have a bachelor
party for you, with naked women and a last fling, and all that kind of
thing. You can get it out of your system and then go beg her
to take you back."
"You're kidding." Bobby's eyes were
startled. "You were all going to have sex with
me? I can't possibly have sex with all seven of
you. Not in one night."
"Well ... it wasn't exactly to have sex with you," said
Mary. "Not all of
us. I mean most of us are married, and we
can't do that any more. We kind of wanted to get
you all excited ... kind of like the good old days, you
know? We were going to play around a little bit and
explain about how Connie loves you and get you to go see
her. And anyway, it's really Suzie's
turn. You've been with the rest of us lots of times, and
after you ask Connie to marry you, all of that is
over. We won't hurt Connie's feelings,
Bobby. We all love her too."
Bobby felt a hysterical giggle burst into existence inside
him. He actually covered his mouth with both hands to keep it
in. It was hard because it was the first good thing
he'd felt inside in what seemed like a long time.
It came out his nostrils, instead of his mouth.
"Ewwwww" chorused at least five women.
Flo walked over to his nightstand and got a tissue out of the
box. She handed it to him. "You are such a dork,
Bobby!"
He used that one and Mary asked for one too. She
started delicately dabbing at spots all over the side of her that was
facing her brother.
"I'm sorry," he said, automatically.
His mind was only partially on the fact that he'd blown his nose, for
all intents and purposes. Hope had sprung up at the
same time that hysterical giggle had popped into
existence. His sisters hadn't left, and the message
they were trying, however oddly, to give him was one he wanted
desperately to believe. He wasn't sure they were right ...
didn't know they were right ... but he wanted them to be right with
everything that was in him. And his sisters, to
forward their plan, had done something so ridiculous that it fairly
screamed their love for him and Connie, even if it was screaming in a
language nobody outside his family would understand, or appreciate.
But he understood it, and he appreciated it.
He got up, got another tissue and finished cleaning his face and hand
off. The euphoria of hope was building inside him.
He felt strong. The same psychologist who might have
diagnosed him with clinical depression earlier might now have
characterized him as having a manic episode at that
moment. For sure he wasn't thinking too clearly.
"I love you guys," he said. "Who wants to kiss me?"
The same five women repeated their, "EWWWWWW."
"Come on," he said. "I'm trying to work with you here."
Betty darted for the door and left, leaving it open. She was
back within twenty seconds with a damp washcloth. She handed
it to Bobby gingerly. He wiped his face.
"I can't believe you guys did this for me," he said. "Do you
really think she'll listen to me?" He looked
around. His pants were on the floor. He picked them
up and hopped on one foot, trying to get his other foot into one of the
legs.
"What are you doing?" asked Mary. She was still sitting on
the edge of the bed.
"I'm going to go ask her to marry me!" said Bobby.
"You can't do that!" moaned Mary. "It's after midnight!"
"But that's what I'm supposed to do! You said so!"
"Tomorrow!" moaned Mary.
"Idiot!" Florence said it under her breath, but not very
softly.
"Yes!" said Bobby. He kicked the pants off his
foot. Then, in a rush, he went to Florence and picked her up
in his arms. "I am an idiot. I've been an
idiot. But I'm not going to be an idiot any more!"
"Let go of me!" squealed Florence. "I'm married!"
"You're naked!" he growled. His mouth captured a nipple and he
sucked while she squealed.
He was pulled off by six other women, all of whom stared at the
erection that had spontaneously appeared, while he was hugging
Florence. Their plan, insofar as reviving his
spirits, had worked, though not quite in the way they had
expected. On the other hand, the idea had been to
get him excited ... and he obviously was.
The problem now was that they had awakened more in Bobby than mere
sexual excitement.
Bobby had loved all these women, both emotionally and
physically. He had, recently, been lower than the proverbial
whale shit, and his explosive rise from those depths took him almost
higher and faster than he had the capacity to control, at least
initially. There were seven naked women in the
room, and six of them were in physical contact with
him.
He started by planning to kiss them all. That was
really all he intended to do ... just kiss them as a way of thanking
them for carrying out this goofy plan of theirs.
Mary was right there, so he kissed her first. He
was very effusive in his thanks, and he crushed her against him,
flattening her breasts to his chest. That stiff prick of his
slid between her legs and the top scraped along pussy lips that still
remembered being split by that hard flesh.
Again, six pairs of hands tried to pry them apart.
Now, though, he didn't perceive their touch on him as an attack, nor
was it unwelcome. When he let Mary go, and then pulled Bev
against him, to press his lips to hers too, the women recognized that
he was just kissing them, and stopped trying to drag him
away. They thought he was under control.
He was in control, at least to some degree, but Bobby hadn't had sex in
a month either, while he explored the depths of
self-pity. And he had had sex with all of these
women. Now, as he kissed one after another, his
libido simmered, then boiled, and finally exploded. Mary had
said it was Suzie's turn. He turned to pull her into his arms
last.
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