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The Making of a Gigolo (15) - Agatha Roberts
by Lubrican
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Chapter Thirty-three
Their somewhat hastily planned "stag party" had been intended to get
Bobby excited, and to convince him that he and Connie loved each
other. They did plan on having a little fun with him, as a
last fling for both him and them, but no one anticipated how much fun
Bobby would want to have. Based on their past relationships
with him, that was the goofiest part of their plan.
There had been some less than detailed talk about oral sex, and letting
him suck nipples, and things like that. They agreed to take
turns masturbating him. It was anticipated that
Suzie would get to feel him inside her one last
time. The twins weren't really happy about that,
because they were used to having him pretty much whenever they wanted
him, at least until recently. But they went along
with what their older sisters demanded.
The "plan" hadn't gone at all like any of them anticipated.
So, when Bobby picked up Suzie while he kissed her, and took her to the
bed, it at least looked like something they had discussed, and they let
their guard down. By that, I mean they relaxed ...
were less vigilant ... both toward Bobby's actions.
They were also less vigilant toward their own feelings.
Bobby wasn't the only person in the room who remembered sex with them
fondly. He had been a major bright spot in each
woman's life.
Suddenly, while Suzie wailed at being filled and loved physically, the
emotional level in the room heightened sevenfold.
When she vociferously announced her orgasm, six pairs of hands began
stroking Bobby's back and legs. Bobby turned his head to see
Matilda standing there. Suzie had had an
orgasm. When he moved, the crowd of bodies flowed
away from him as he got off the bed. Matilda wasn't
at all averse to being laid on the bed beside her sister and by the
time the rest of them realized what was happening, he was on top of
her, penetrating her too. This wasn't in the plan,
but Betty simply ran to the other side of the bed and crowded onto it
on the other side of Suzie.
Matilda wailed through her orgasm, and Bobby moved back to Suzie, to
give her another one.
"My turn!" moaned Betty.
Bobby's face swiveled towards hers, and his blue eyes stared at her.
"Be patient," he ordered.
Suzie was only too glad to welcome him back, even though she was in bed
with the twins, which seemed weird to her. She
forgot all about that as he filled her again. She
couldn't spread her legs, but it didn't matter, because he knew how to
wiggle that thick thing into her even with her legs closed.
He felt even bigger that way, and her clit was in even better contact
with his prick. Five minutes later she was gasping
as he moved over to Betty.
By this time the four older sisters were panting too. All of
them were masturbating, reliving in their minds what it felt
like when Bobby did this to them.
"Ooooo I wish I could do that," moaned Linda.
"We can't!" whined Bev.
"Maybe just a little," panted Mary.
"Nooooo," groaned Flo.
Betty screamed out an orgasm that left the four eldest sisters so wild
that they all thought about diving onto that bed.
But he moved back to Suzie, who spread her legs, laying one on top of
each twin.
"Did you go on the pill?" grunted Bobby.
"No!" she gasped.
"Good!" he groaned, pushing hard and going stiff. He grunted
in time with the spurts of potent semen that gushed from his prick into
Suzie's womb.
It was Florence that kept the married women from letting Bobby fuck
them. When he pulled out of Suzie, leaving her gaping pussy
overflowing with rich white sperm, he was still hard, and he was still
horny. He looked with hot eyes at his older
sisters. Perhaps they had inherited the weakness
for Bobby from their mother. It is quite likely
that, had Florence not stepped in, Mary, Bev and Linda would have let
him take them too.
But Flo pulled Matilda off the bed, and then pushed at Suzie, making
her scoot over, which made Betty fall out of bed with a
squawk. Then she put Bobby on his back, and attacked his
manhood with her mouth.
The twins, possibly caught up in the excitement of the moment, got up
on either side of the bed and started expressing milk, squeezing their
areolas. They competed to see who could get a nipple in his
mouth. Within minutes his face, neck and chest were
covered with milk.
He didn't have much to give Florence, but the over stimulation made him
orgasm again. The pain of being unable to produce semen to
sooth the tube in his penis finally pulled him down enough that he
could think again.
It was much more sedate then, or at least after each of the four eldest
sisters had their own orgasms, brought about by their own fingers,
while Bobby lay panting and recovering. The twins
crawled up and sandwiched him, as was their habit.
Suzie sat on the floor, somewhat dazed from his passionate
lovemaking. Her pussy was still dripping spunk. He
hadn't acted anything like that in Manhattan, and she was astonished as
how violent it had been.
There was an awkward silence in the room too. The explosion
of passion had taken them all by surprise. Again,
it was Florence who moved things on.
"Well that was interesting," she sighed.
Bobby started the conversation again by asking questions about
Constance, and how his sisters knew what they were telling
him. Bev and Suzie told him a lot of what had transpired in
Connie's room. She had cried, explaining that, while she
understood Bobby's relationships with his family members, she felt like
a family member too, but had always been left out.
It only got worse when, after Tim died, it was Bobby who knew how to
get through to her.
Because of Tim, she felt guilty about loving Bobby.
She was jealous of the women Bobby spent his time
with. Bev and Suzie had tried to apologize, but
they weren't the women Connie was talking about. It was the
other women ... Janet ... Misty ... Renee ... Erica.
But what complicated things for Constance wasn't just that he had sex
with all those other women. It was that he cared so deeply
for her. She knew he did, because he was always there for her
... always took time to check on her and be with
her. She wanted, many times, to tell him she loved
him, but he didn't display any interest in her in that way.
Bobby broke in, feeling anguish because he hadn't shown the interest in
her that he'd felt.
"I thought she was still mourning for Tim," he said. "In the
beginning all I was interested in was pulling her out of the
gutter. I was so worried about
her. I had feelings for her, but I didn't
understand them myself. There were times when I
wanted to kiss her and touch her, but how could I express that kind of
interest to her when all she was thinking about was her dead
husband?" He sighed. "She talked about
him. I thought that was good for her, but every time she did
it, it just made me more sure I shouldn't interfere with her memories."
"She said you did tell her you loved her," said Bev.
"I didn't even know what love was until a few weeks ago."
Suzie spoke next. "What was all that stuff she was saying
about some professor?"
Bobby groaned, and told them what had happened, and how he had jumped
to the wrong conclusions and acted like an ass.
"So that's what that was all about!" yipped Matilda.
Bev took the floor again. "I didn't understand that
either. All I knew was that after that happened, she thought
everything was going to be perfect, and then that Agatha woman showed
up pregnant and Connie knew it was you. It was the last
straw."
"That's when I knew she hated me," said Bobby.
"But she doesn't hate you!" said Bev. "She was just
mad. She decided you'd never change."
"But I didn't even know I got Agatha pregnant," he moaned.
"She told me she couldn't even have children. And then, when that turned out
not to be true, she never told me until the picnic. And that
was before I found out how Connie felt about me anyway. How
could she be mad about that?"
"Do you remember when Tim had to leave, and they got married before
that?" Bev asked.
"Of course."
"They were trying to get her pregnant before he left. That's
why she insisted on marrying him right then. I mean they were
in love, but she couldn't wait for him to come back. She
wanted to start a family then. But it didn't
work. And then he died. All she
could think about was that all around her, women were having your
babies ... but she couldn't have any. And
everywhere she went, she saw your children. She lives with
two of your children, Bobby."
"But I didn't know," he moaned.
"Well you do now." Bev smiled. "Stop
looking at my boobs, Bobby."
He hadn't realized his eyes had fallen there. He hadn't
really been concentrating on her breasts. He looked
around. They were all still naked.
"You want to know something funny?" he asked. "All
the time we've been talking ... just now ... I completely forgot you
were all naked."
"That's good," said Mary. "We weren't kidding,
Bobby. Once you get married to Connie, we're not going to
hurt her by letting you do anything with us. You can't marry
any of us, Bobby, but you can marry Connie."
"I get it," he said. "I'm sorry I got kind of carried away a
little while ago. I love you all so much."
"Uh oh," said Betty. Everyone looked at her. She
was looking in Bobby's lap. Seven sets of eyes went to where
she was looking, and saw Bobby's penis twitch and lengthen.
"I think he noticed us again."
"I love you," said Bobby. "All of you. What do you
expect?"
"I'd forgotten how quickly he can be ready again," sighed
Mary. Her hand went to one of her nipples, unconsciously, and
she squeezed it.
"If this is my last time," said Bobby. "I sort of left some
of you out."
"Oh, no you don't, mister!" said Florence. "I managed to get
out of this house without having your baby once.
Ted and I are trying for another right now. You just jerk off
or whatever."
"You got naked with me, Flo," said Bobby, smiling.
"I was just supporting my sisters!" she said defensively.
"Mary and Bev and Linda and I were just supposed to dance sexy for you
or something."
"So dance," suggested Bobby. His hand went to his penis and
all his sisters eyes looked back at his crotch. He was hard
again.
"Damn that looks good," sighed Linda. "I purely loved playing
with that thing."
"I don't have to put it in you," said Bobby. "You
should know that."
"I do!" she said. "But if I let you touch me, I'm going to want to let
you do that too."
"We're here," said Matilda. She looked a little disgruntled.
"Yes, you are," said Bobby. He had been sitting on the floor,
leaning against the bed. His sisters had been standing or
sitting all around him. Matilda was one sister away from him,
because Suzie was sitting right next to him. He rocked
forward, and Matilda squealed as he crawled over and on top of her,
pushing her back with his shoulder until he could lie down on top of
her.
"Not on the floor!" she yipped.
"Why not?" he asked, grinning.
Two hours later most of his sisters decided that their plan had worked
entirely too well. He hadn't tried to fuck any of
the married ones, but he did push his face between their legs, and suck
their nipples, and give them orgasms. Even Florence gave in,
after the other three had whined, yipped or laughed their way through
an orgasm.
He did fuck the twins and Suzie again, in much the same way as he had
done before, except that he spent longer with each one, giving them two
or more orgasms before moving on.
Finally he stood up and looked at Suzie. "I want to cum," he
panted ... "in you."
"You already came in me you poop head!" she yipped. "You know
I'm not on the pill."
"That's why I want to cum in you," he growled.
"Bobbeeeee," she moaned. "I'm going to med school in one
week! I can't afford to get pregnant. That would be
a very stupid thing for me to do!"
"You can cum in me," panted Betty.
"Me too," said Matilda.
"One last time," said Bobby, his eyes still fastened on
Suzie. "I know you love it when I do that."
"I do love it!" she snarled. "But I don't want to get
pregnant!" She closed her legs. "Save it for
Connie. She wants to have your baby!"
In the end the twins flipped for it. Betty won.
"I wish I'd known this would happen," she sighed, as he entered her
again, and began stroking strongly. "I'd have stopped taking
the pill."
A hundred and fifty feet away from the barn, in Mirriam's room, Jeff
Hamilton grunted as he lunged forward, burying his prick in Mirriam's
hot, clasping pussy.
"I'm so glad," he panted, "that you're on the pill."
"Why?" she moaned.
"Because," he huffed, "I just love doing this."
He pushed in hard and groaned as she felt him spurt, washing her
insides with his semen. She'd already had three
orgasms, and was happy. He was a very attentive
lover, and she appreciated that. She thought of herself as
being a very lucky woman, to have had such satisfying relationships
with men ... at least satisfying sexually.
As they rested, still clasping each other loosely, she sighed.
"You never wanted children?"
"I didn't say that at all," he said.
"You just said you were glad I was on the pill."
"Mirriam," he said, raising an eyebrow. "you've had nine
children. I kind of figured that had satisfied your desire to
have babies."
"It did," she admitted. "Besides, I'm too old to have more."
"I don't think of you as old," he said, squeezing her gently.
"Especially when we're doing this."
"I don't know why I even said that," she sighed.
"I'd love to have a baby with you," said Jeff. "But that
would upset lots of things. You have a wonderful business
here, and all your family is here. I wouldn't want to ask you
to give all that up."
"Why would I have to give it all up?" she asked, pulling back from him.
"I'm already besotted with you, Mirriam," he said.
"And if you were pregnant with my baby I wouldn't rest until you
married me." He grinned. "That's just the kind of man I am, I
guess. I'd badger you until you hated me, and that
would ruin everything."
"I think I'd have a hard time hating you for much of anything," she
said. "You don't want to marry me. We hardly know
each other."
"I know what I feel," he said. "And if you got pregnant, it
would only intensify what I feel. It's already
changed me," he said seriously. "I never even thought about
getting married again. I was done with that. I have
my job, and my research, and I love that. I thought that was
all I needed. Then I met you and you messed with my
mind."
"I didn't mean to," she moaned.
"Well you did. You're part of my life now, whether you want
to be or not. I'm already thinking about how the
research we're doing can be expanded. I might have done that
anyway, but the reason it happened is that I won't be able to stay away
from this place, and that's because of you."
She frowned. He couldn't know that that frown was a
natural progression of her thoughts about how this was all supposed to
be temporary, just a summer fling, like Prudence had suggested, and
that she already didn't want it to end either.
"I won't hound you or anything," he said. "I just know I'll
want to see you again."
"For this?" she asked.
"I won't lie," he said. "I love doing this with
you. It's like a little voice is telling me what to do next,
to get that next delightful sound from you. You make me feel
like a man, Mirriam. But this isn't all I
want. I want to just be around you
sometimes. It doesn't have to always be this."
She just looked at him for half a minute.
"You're right," she said. "I could never leave
here. My roots are here and, as you said, my family ... my
grandchildren."
"I knew that," he said. He grinned. "You
want to know something funny? Before I met you, it
would have never occurred to me that I might want to make love with a
grandma. I don't feel any older because that's
changed."
"You're as old as I am," she said.
"I know. It's just one of those social perceptions
that I think makes our lives less fulfilling. I'm
really glad I came here. I'm really glad I met
you. You've expanded my world, Mirriam."
He rolled to his hands and knees. Mirriam looked to see his
penis, rigid again, hanging down. She parted her legs
automatically.
"I'm just glad that you're on the pill so I don't expand your world
..." He slid into her with a sigh that was matched by her
own. "by expanding that beautiful flat stomach of yours," he
panted, beginning to stroke.
His thrusts got more urgent. He hoped what he was planning to
say would please her, rather than kill the mood. He waited
until her pussy clamped down on his prick, and she was moaning her
pleasure.
"Because if that happened, I might be very tempted to become a farmer
again."
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