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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