The Making of a Gigolo (15) - Agatha Roberts

by Lubrican

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Chapter Thirty-six

Suzie left for Kansas City on the Friday morning following Bobby's proposal. She had been relieved, even more than the others, that Constance had accepted. That was because Suzie had wanted to crawl into Bobby's bed every night she was home. That he was engaged to Connie, had given her the strength not to do so. She was pretty sure she wasn't pregnant. She'd know soon. Bobby had flushed her full of his sperm on the eighteenth day of her cycle. She had conflicting emotions about this conundrum. As the week passed, she finally decided that medicine was more important. That helped her stay out of his bed too.

On the morning she left, she hugged everyone goodbye. They'd all come to see her off. She left Bobby until last, and asked him to carry her suitcases to the car for her, before hugging him. Standing by the trunk, she touched his side.

"If I'd have come to your bed, these last few nights ... would you have ...?" She left it unspoken.

He smiled at her and hugged her. She felt weak as he pushed his prick against her.

"I'd have wanted to," he said. "But no. I can't do that any more."

She went weak in his arms, but stiffened again immediately.

"Thank goodness," she breathed. "I don't know what I'm going to do when I come back."

"You'll meet some handsome guy up there in the city," he said. "He'll want you as much as I do."

"But will I want him?" she asked, her face buried in his chest.

"Time will tell," he said. "You have to want that to happen. Don't waste as much time as I did."

She looked up at him. "You didn't waste your time," she said. "You made my sisters very happy."

"I almost ruined everything," he said, his face serious. "And if I got you pregnant, it may still ruin things."

"I don't think you did," she said.

"Connie said you wanted me to get you pregnant." His face was serious.

"I was just talking," she said. "It doesn't matter now. I have to study hard, and that's more important."

"I agree," he said.

"I love you," said the sister he had been worried would never say that to him.

"I love you too."

"I know that now," she said.

"Go on." His voice sounded funny, and his eyes glistened. "Go learn to be a doctor."

The others caught up with them then, and it was another whirlwind of goodbyes, until, in her own defense, Suzie rolled up the window and drove away.

Between then and October, when the wedding was scheduled, Constance Harris lost her pride. On many occasions she begged him to fuck her ... demanded it. But Bobby was practicing the control that he'd always had ... when he wanted to have it. He did everything else she asked, and they spent hours in a clasping naked embrace, as he gave her most of the pleasure she sought ... but not all. As the wedding approached, she began to see that this had been a good thing after all. She couldn't wait for her honeymoon. She was getting the man of her dreams, quite literally, and there would be something new and exciting on their first night as a married couple.

There was another thing she'd been wanting for years, and she hoped that would be started on her honeymoon too.

She planned the wedding for the middle of her cycle.

The wedding was a celebration on a number of levels. The groom, in his tuxedo, looked tall, strong and confident. People were used to seeing him like that. The bride, in her flowing pale ivory dress, also looked confident, in a way most people weren't used to seeing her. Connie had always faded into the background, for the most part.

That day, as she strolled almost languidly down the aisle toward Bobby, was nothing like that. She looked like she was in no hurry, but covered the distance with remarkable speed.

There were the inevitable tears that weddings seem to bring out. Many of the women shedding those tears had children sitting beside them who bore a marked resemblance to the groom ... with good reason.

It was a small wedding, as weddings go, but every guest was special, either to the groom, or to the bride. Her best friend, belly bulging with a child that was not from Bobby's loins, preceded her down the aisle, to stand across from Will Bradford, whose silver prosthetic hand gleamed in the lights, showing a burnished set of odd hues that were the result of that claw being used to pull photographs from chemicals that a normal man might have used gloves to handle.

Only that one set of attendants stood with the bride and groom, during the ceremony. The ring bearer was Kyle Harris, and the flower girl was Katherine Harris, brother and sister to the bride, officially. No one in the congregation snickered, though. People who might have snickered had not been invited.

The reception line was a disaster, but only because all the women in it had ruined makeup by the time they got past the bride and hugged the groom. Constance's own makeup had been chosen carefully by Bev, because she knew what was going to happen. Along with Mirriam, she had made it her business to make contact with each woman who was present.

They came to the line in no particular order, some escorted by men, and others who were not. Tilly was first. Jill and Christy followed her, together. Their men were hanging back. Martha was there, her husband standing beside her, looking a little dazed. Felicity and Annie were accompanied by Chester, who shyly asked if he could kiss the bride. Amanda was next, followed by Liz Sinderson, her husband on her arm. Erica was behind them. She had come alone, leaving her child in Hutchinson, where she was now teaching school, and living in an apartment. Then there was Agatha, with her new baby and her new husband, Jim. Jim had insisted that they make the drive, because he was firmly convinced that it was Bobby who had caused the chain of events that had brought Agatha to him. Rhonda and Janet were together, as always, and last, before all Bobby's sisters, was Renee.

Sherry Winston had not come. She had sent a card and a gift. Misty had sent an immense flower arrangement, and a letter that detailed her unhappiness that she couldn't be there in person.

What created all the emotion, as the women filed by, was that each one expressed some measure of disappointment that she wasn't in the bride's shoes, along with a promise that the past was past, and that the world was a beautiful place for Constance to start her new life in.

She was shocked by these comments, initially, but it only took three women before she realized what was happening, and then she wept freely as all these women gave her this man, no strings attached. It would make a tremendous difference in the future, because all her doubts left her as that happened.

Finally Bobby's sisters followed the others. There was laughter and joy in their approach to the bride and groom. This was something all of them had worked for and made fools of themselves, as they now looked back on it, to bring about. But none regretted their last night with Bobby. Constance knew that too, and that would also make a difference in how she looked at things in the future.

Finally they were off. Chester had provided round trip tickets to Hawaii, along with five nights, paid in full, at a swanky hotel on the beach. When Bobby objected, Chester just said he'd always wanted to go there, but never had, and was too old to, now. Those tickets were responsible, when he shyly asked to kiss the bride, for the heartfelt kiss Constance gave him, and which left him quite pink, while his wife stood next to him, smiling.

The breeze wafted gently through the blinds, which were angled so that people outside could not see the naked bodies inside the hotel room. The lovers, inside that room, lay dozing in each other's arms. They'd been in Hawaii almost a whole day, and had yet to touch sand with their shoes, or feet.

Upon entering the room, Bobby had turned to face the bell boy, who was putting their bags on little shelves designed to hold them. The man turned with a distracted look on his face, and prepared to give these guests the memorized spiel about what was available in the hotel. He knew these two were newlyweds, because they were in one of the honeymoon suites. He knew they wouldn't hear a word he said. Honeymooners never did. They had other things on their minds. Even so, he wasn't prepared for what he saw. He froze, and his mouth dropped open as he stared past Bobby's shoulder.

Bobby was in the process of getting a five dollar bill out of his wallet when he saw the consternation in the man's eyes, which slowly turned into a wide smile. He turned to see Constance removing the last of her clothing.

"Tip the man, Bobby," she said, standing there completely naked, and completely unembarrassed. "There's something I've been wanting to do for a long time, and I don't want to wait any longer."

To his credit, the bell boy simply snatched the five from Bobby's fingers and almost sprinted for the door, yelling, "Enjoy your stay!"

It was Bobby's face that was flushed, as the door closed. "You're a hussy," he said.

"I'm your wife," said Constance, cupping her breasts. "And I want what's mine, now."

Forty-five minutes later Connie relaxed and luxuriated in the afterglow of being thoroughly made love to. She felt a heavy, warm feeling in her belly that she knew was Bobby's sperm. She knew she was ripe, and imagined his sperm swarming her egg, as he panted, next to her.

"You have to do to me everything you ever did to any of them," she said softly.

"Hmmm?"

"Anything you did with any of those women ... you have to do with me. You're mine now. I'm taking over."

"You already took over," he said. "I think that happened when, instead of saying 'I do' you said 'You bet your ass I do.'" He chuckled. "I bet your mother peed her pants."

"You're not supposed to be thinking about my mother," pouted Constance.

"If I'm supposed to do everything to you that I ever did to them, I have to think about them." He reached over and slid a hand onto one of her breasts.

Valentines Day, 1978

Constance sat on top of Bobby, rocking slowly back and forth as his thick, stiff prick caused her fifth orgasm of the night. He squeezed her nipples as her pussy rippled around his rigid manhood.

"I really like it like this," she moaned.

"This is just the first way to deal with a pregnant belly," he said, stroking hers. "There are lots of others. I'm only a third of the way through my list. Then, just to make sure I covered everything, I'll have to start all over again."

"You're insatiable," she sighed. "I had no idea it would be like this. You're wearing me out."

"Hey, don't blame me," he said. "This was all your idea."

"I didn't know it would be like this," she said, thrusting her hips forward. "I'm going to cum again, Bobbeeeee!"

"Are you complaining?" he asked. He pulled at her nipples as her pussy rippled and squeezed his prick. He had to wait for her to get her breath back for her answer.

"Of course not," she panted. "I just didn't know I'd spend as much time in bed as I do on my feet, that's all." She acted tired, but he noticed that her hips were already moving again, and that she didn't need his support to stay upright.

"I suppose you're right," he said. "I should pace myself. I have a lot of work left to do."

"What do you mean?" she asked, looking at him warily.

"You said, as I recall, that I have to do to you everything I did to any of them." He put his hands on her round belly and stroked there in circles. "This ... is only ..." he panted, "number one." His hips jerked upwards and, for the third time that night, she felt the warm ball of his spunk, jetting into her.

Connie's eyes widened. In her mind's eye, she remembered the people who had come to see her be married to Bobby. They had brought their children to the wedding ... Bobby's children ... and she had counted them.

She closed her eyes as she felt his penis jerk and spurt inside her.

There had been twenty-one of them.

And that didn't count the four that hadn't been there.

The End

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