The Making Of A Gigolo (5) - Jill Trimble
Copyright© 2007 by Lubrican
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - Jill was divorced, and angry at men in general. Her ex was a bastard, and she expected other men to be the same. When things break, though, you usually have to find a man to repair them. A friend told her Bobby Dalton could fix anything. Her friend was right. He fixed much more than her washing machine.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Incest Oral Sex Masturbation Petting Pregnancy
All three girls were sitting in a row on the bed, as Bobby stood in front of them, his arms folded on his chest. He had no idea how to proceed. At present, Flo and Linda were sedate. Well, Linda was pretty sedate. Flo’s eyes were still rolling in her head, and she seemed to have developed a tic, in her left cheek. She was panting like she’d run a mile.
“Can I explain?” asked Bev.
Relieved, Bobby nodded.
“You guys know I turned seventeen,” she said. Flo glowered at her. That was obvious. Bev ignored the look. “Mamma says I can go on dates now ... but I don’t know how to act.”
“You sure don’t act like that!“ shouted Flo.
“Shut up!” said Bev, calmly. For whatever reason, the older girl subsided, as the younger girl stared at her. “You don’t date, Flo. I don’t know why, but you don’t want to. So as far as I’m concerned, you don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.”
There was a minor uproar, until Bobby calmed the fight. He told Flo to just listen, and Bev to go on. He wasn’t having any trouble with Linda, who was sitting there taking it all in.
“Anyway, I know boys will want to do stuff with me ... and want me to do stuff with them. That scares me.”
Flo’s scowl, for the first time, faded. That was exactly how she felt! It scared her half to death to think about trying to deal with a boy ... alone ... on a date. It just made her petrified.
Bev went on. “So I asked myself where I could find a boy who could help me understand all this stuff ... so I wouldn’t feel so stupid about it. Bobby helped Mary, and...”
“Mary?!“ squealed both of the other girls.
“He helped her get ready to get married, so she’d know what to do ... and I caught them ... like you caught us, just now ... so I asked him to teach me some stuff.”
“You’re going to do that on dates?” whimpered Flo.
“No!” she said. “But I had to know what it feels like, or I might be tempted to let a boy do that ... just so I’d know. I get really curious about things. You guys know that.”
“That’s true,” said Linda, speaking for the first time.
Flo stared at Bobby. “You said you and Bev weren’t doing it!” she said, her voice harsh. “You lied to me!”
“We’re not ... doing it,” said Bobby. “I don’t put it in her. She’s not ready for that.”
“But Mary was,” Flo said, dully.
“Yes, she was,” said Bobby. “Pretend I’m your brand new husband. It’s our wedding night. I want to have sex with you ... right now. Is that going to be fun for you ... right now?”
Both girls shivered. Oddly, Bev did not ... but Bobby missed that.
“Mary would have been just as scared, and she knew that. She asked me for help, and I helped her. That’s all that happened. Bev asked me to teach her some things, and show her what things felt like, so her curiosity would be satisfied. That’s all that happened.”
It was quiet for a while. Finally Linda spoke again.
“Are you gonna teach me stuff too?” Her voice was high pitched, and full of stress.
“Linda, honey,” said Bobby soothingly. “I’m not going to ever do anything you don’t want. You don’t have to do anything at all. They asked me for help. If you don’t want it, it won’t happen.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, looking relieved.
“Can we go now?” asked Flo. This was all shaping up just like Mary had said. Now it all made sense, that Mary somehow knew about what Bobby and Bev had been doing in the back of that truck. She didn’t really have any new information, except that Bobby was willing to do that disgusting thing, between her legs.
“There’s one more thing,” said Bev, standing up, and moving to stand by Bobby.
“What?”
“You have to let Bobby kiss you, before you go.”
“Kiss us?” Flo’s voice was tight. She remembered the last time Bobby had kissed her. She’d had a hard time getting to sleep. “Why?”
“You found out. You can’t go tattle to Mamma. It would ruin everything. So you have to be part of it ... but all you have to do is kiss him ... nothing else.”
“I’ll do it,” said Linda, standing up. She loved kissing. She didn’t think kissing Bobby would be that much fun, but she didn’t mind. She loved him, after all.
Linda envisioned him leaning down, and her turning her lips up, and a peck. She was unprepared to be taken into his arms, and to have her lips covered by his surprisingly warm ones, or for his tongue to slither between her slack, shocked lips. She was unprepared for her breasts to be pressed to his hard chest, and for this kiss to zing through her, making her feel like she did on the big wooden roller coaster over in Wichita. Basically, Linda’s reaction to being kissed by Bobby, was the same as every other woman who had ever kissed him. She went limp in his arms.
He pulled away from her, and helped her stand, shakily. Her eyes were still half closed, and she had a dreamy smile on her face. Flo was looking at her wide-eyed, and there was no little indication of terror on her face. She looked at Bobby.
“Please don’t kiss me like that,” she moaned.
“It was just a kiss,” said Bobby. “No big deal.”
“But I’ve only been kissed once,” she whined.
“It’s just a kiss,” he said. “I won’t grab your butt, or your boobs, or any of that stuff.”
Flo was at war with herself again. There was no woman on the planet that could look at Linda, standing there, smiling dreamily, and not come to the conclusion that it had been a fantastic kiss. She didn’t want a fantastic kiss. The first one had been nice, but when Bobby had kissed her in the back of the truck, it had been better than nice. She didn’t think she could take fantastic.
“I already kissed you,” she said, suddenly. “In the pickup, that night ... remember?”
“I kissed you,” said Bobby. “You didn’t kiss me back.”
“Ohhhh, please don’t make me do this,” she moaned.
He frowned. His arms came down. “If it scares you that much ... okay. I don’t want to hurt you, or scare you. I love you too much to do that.”
“But she’ll be able to tell!” moaned Bev.
“Then she’ll tell,” he said. “I’m not going to ruin my sister’s life by making her kiss me. We’ll just have to try to explain it to Mamma.”
“But then I won’t get my turn,” wailed Linda.
“I thought you didn’t want a turn,” said Bobby.
“Not now!“ she moaned. “But I might later!”
“Go on,” he said, sadly. “Bev, get dressed. Everybody out. I’m tired.”
Out in the hallway there was a major storm brewing.
“You have to ruin everything!“ hissed Bev. “You always do!”
“I do not!” said Flo, in defense, even though she was a year older. Bev obviously had way more experience with boys than she did, and that made Flo feel younger, somehow.
“You were all freaked out,” said Bev. “And you’ll squeal to Mamma. I know you will. Well, if you do, you can just forget about ever talking to me again, because I’ll never say another word to you. I’ll act like those Quaker people, and act like you don’t even exist!”
“I’m not going to tell!” said Flo, her voice harsh.
“Yes you will!” said Bev. “You’ll think about it, and never mind that Christy and Charley Bellows actually fuck together! ... You’ll get all weirded out and go tell Mamma, and it will ruin everything!“
“I will not!“ Flo almost yelled.
“Then go kiss him,” said Bev, folding her arms over her breasts. “I dare you!”
Flo didn’t think about the fact that Bev’s dare didn’t make even rudimentary sense, under the circumstances. The purpose for kissing Bobby was so that she couldn’t tell on them, because she had done it herself. She’d sworn not to tell anyway, so technically, no kiss was needed. But she didn’t think of that. She heard the dare, and her anger and frustration boiled over.
“All right!“ she hissed. “Will you shut your mouth then?”
“Yes, I will,” said Bev, sweetly.
Flo whirled and stalked back down the hall to Bobby’s door. She went through it like she had before, without knocking, and stalked on over to his bed, where he was lying. His arm had been over his eyes but he’d lifted it, to see what the noise of her entry was.
“What?” he asked.
She said nothing, but went to him and leaned over, closing her eyes and pursing her lips. She expected her lips to touch his, but his hands stopped her head.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
She opened her eyes. “Kissing you, so they’ll leave me alone!”
“You don’t have to kiss me,” he said.
“They won’t leave me alone,” she whined.
“You do not have to kiss me,” he said, spacing his words for emphasis.
“Just kiss me and let me go,” she moaned in frustration.
He hesitated just a second or two, and then pulled her lips to his. He didn’t mash his lips against hers, like he had with Linda. Nor did he push his tongue into her mouth. Instead he gave her a warm, loose-lipped kiss that was tender, and gentle. He moved his lips on hers, breaking the kiss only to reapply it a fraction to the left, or two fractions to the right, making it into ten kisses, all of which were gentle, almost feather light.
Her reaction was a surprise to him, but it completely confounded her. In the middle of it all, she crawled up to lie on him, so it could go on and on. She felt like she was flying, or floating. He tasted good, and he felt good. It was Flo who pressed harder ... more demanding, until she was writhing on top of him, bruising her lips against his. Then he gave her his tongue, and her shocked reaction to that was to lash hers out, and then suck at the tip of his, by instinct.
He finally pushed her up, and she looked wild-eyed at his face, panting hard.
“Thank you,” he said softly. “That was a really good kiss.”
Like Mary, and then Bev had before her, Flo fled, her emotions in an uproar. Never had she felt anything remotely like what was raging through her body. She didn’t understand it, and it scared her to death. She pushed past Bev, who was standing, slack jawed, and Linda, who was paralyzed with shock at what she’d seen.
“Close the door, please,” said Bobby softly.
Mirriam drifted up, toward the light. She opened her eyes, and saw Prudence and Ted leaning over her, with anxious expressions on their faces. She hadn’t been out long ... maybe fifteen or twenty seconds, and the afterglow of her orgasm was still soaking her body.
“Hi,” she said, not sure what had happened.
“Are you okay?” asked Prudence.
“I feel wonderful,” said Mirriam. “Why?”
It all rushed back into her memory, and her eyes widened. She sat up. She was naked! They were all naked! He had fucked Prudence! She looked at Prudence, who, other than being stark naked, looked fine. She looked at Ted who, other than being stark naked, looked fine too. In fact, he looked more normal to her eyes now than he had. That’s because his penis was hanging, normally, between his legs. It was no longer the bizarre thing it had been when it was being jammed into Prudence’s pussy.