Chapter 16
GIGOLO FOR HIRE!
Mike woke me by poking me gently with a lovely morning erection. I smiled, opening my eyes as I realized what it was.
"Wanna fuck, little girl?" he murmured.
"Ooh, mister, I dunno. What will Momma say?"
He grinned. "She said yes when I asked her."
I couldn't keep it up, getting a fit of the giggles, trying not to wake Ann, and Mike moved across, sitting back to roll a rubber onto his pole, pressing gently into me as I spread my legs in welcome. We'd only been fucking for a few minutes when Ann, disturbed I think by the gentle movement of the bed as Mike fucked me, came awake suddenly, sitting up, startled, then grinning and settling back as she realized.
"Morning, Ann," said Mike. "I'm sorry if we woke you."
"Yes, sorry Ann," I murmured, and stretched to kiss her. "It's all my fault. I found this hard thing pressed against me when I woke up, so I thought I'd do something useful with it." I grinned. "Well, really, I suppose I'm getting Mike to do something useful."
She laughed and lay with her head propped up to watch us. I think she was getting wet, just watching us, and began to stroke herself. She caught my eye and I grinned at her, watching in my turn as she pleasured herself.
I think it was unconscious, but Ann seemed to be using the same rhythm as Mike and as he thrust into me. so Ann thrust two fingers into herself. As he withdrew, so she withdrew her fingers, caressing her clit as she did. The rhythm was working on all of us and my breathing began to quicken to match theirs. Mike's thrusts grew firmer, deeper, and Ann's fingers matched them, her free hand coming up to finger her nipples, hard now with her excitement.
It couldn't last. It didn't. As her fingers tipped Ann over the edge, inducing a gut-wrenching orgasm that left her spent and panting, I heard myself begin to moan until suddenly it hit me. I gasped, then screamed tightly as I came, Mike's suddenly spasmodic thrusting counterpoint to my own moan of pleasure.
We lay, trembling, cooling, coming down from our shared high. Mike eased himself from me, stripping the rubber from his half-hard prick and wrapping it in a tissue, then flopping to his back.
Mike took a deep breath and sighed happily. "That was good," he murmured.
I leaned across and kissed him. "It certainly was," I agreed. "You have a very talented prick, Michael Hanson, very talented. Now, if you let me be its agent I think that we can make a lot of money."
"You want to sell me as a gigolo?" he asked, grinning.
I sat up for a moment, wriggled down the bed a little, then lay with my head propped up, my free hand idly playing with Mike's prick. "Sell, no," I said. "Rent, maybe," I said thoughtfully. I frowned in mock deliberation. "Yes," I said. "It would have to be rental, because I'd want you back each night to tell me about your adventures, before you fucked me to sleep."
Mike laughed. "Would I have any say in this?" he asked.
I frowned, winking at Ann, who grinned. "Maybe. I'd let you choose which of my possibles you wanted to have, but I would prepare the short list."
"So who would be included on your short list?" asked Mike curiously.
"Oh, good-looking widows, frustrated divorcees, spinster librarians, women like that. Maybe my Mom," I said.
"Your Mom?" Mike's voice was a squeak, and I swear his prick stiffened noticeably. Ann noticed too and gave me a startled look.
"Why your Mom?" asked Mike.
I shrugged nonchalantly. "She's a good-looking widow, so she qualifies." She grinned suddenly. "But for her there would be a discount."
"Who would not be on your list?" Ann asked, amused.
"All good-looking teens and twenties. They can find their own!" I said, laughing.
"What about Ann, or Louise?" asked Mike.
"They would be my partners and you would be free to us," I said, winking at Ann. I frowned. "Cindy I'm not sure about, and Jennie Halliday is definitely off the list!"
"Who's Jenny Halliday?" said Ann.
"Miss Round Heels 2004. And 2005. And 2006."
Ann laughed. I winked at her and signaled with my eyes, indicating Mike's prick, noticeably stiff as I fondled it, gripping it lightly, sliding my hand up and down.
"Miss Janes?" I said.
"Miss Talon?" Ann responded.
"Would you care for a partners' trial of our latest stud? Guaranteed in full working order ten minutes ago, but recovery speed still to be established," I said, grinning at her. "Although recovery does seem to be well in progress," I said, eyeing Mike's erection.
"I would be delighted, Miss Talon," said Ann, winking at Mike, whose prick was now definitely hard. I flattered myself that it was because he wanted us, but it was a beautiful sight to behold.
"How do wish to perform the trial, Miss Janes?" I asked demurely, my fingers still teasing at Mike's prick.
"Supine, Miss Talon, with my legs spread, my eyes closed and my prick-plugged pussy palpitating," Ann managed to say, fighting a fit of the giggles.
"Please adopt your chosen position, Miss Janes," I said. "Now, Michael, you heard the client's wish. Please now perform to the best of your ability to satisfy Miss Janes."
Mike growled deep in his throat. Ann laughed and lay on her back with her legs spread wide, her eyes closed. Mike moved until he knelt between her legs, then leaned forward so that his weight was taken on his braced arms, pressing his prick against Ann's pussy entrance. I reached across and guided him into her, the juices from her masturbation providing ample lubrication to ease his passage.
Ann kept her eyes closed and her hands above her head. With Mike taking his weight on his braced arms it meant that they were touching only by virtue of his talented prick thrusting into her soaking-wet pussy. She seemed to be reveling in the sensations he was inducing in her and I thought I'd add a few, letting my lips close gently over a nipple. Ann opened her eyes briefly, and grinned. I was sucking and licking at her nipple, biting gently, adding to the sensations she was feeling, sensations that I knew were building in her. She closed her eyes again and just let her senses go along for the ride.
Ann's juices were flowing freely and there seemed to be no resistance to Mike's thrusts. I knew that Ann would be feeling full of him as he thrust into her, then emptiness as he withdrew on each stroke. An emptiness replaced by that growing fullness as he thrust back into her, filling her, pushing her ever closer to that precipice of sensation from which we love to plunge in the exultation of climax.
Ann opened her mouth to speak when Mike suddenly stiffened, then thrust violently into her, pushing her over the edge and off on her plunge into climax, her belly rippling, pussy clamping, her exultant 'Yes!' hissed on an exhalation of ecstasy.
Mike's breathing was suddenly loud as we all came back from our journey, his breathing matching Ann's as they tried to replace their oxygen. She opened her eyes and looked up at his face, a sweat sheen shining on him, a smile breaking out on his face as their eyes met.
She glanced towards me, smiling, unsurprised, to see my fingers at my own pussy, and then grinned at me as she caught my eye. I grinned back and winked at her. She sighed happily, from good, hot, sweaty sex shared with people who cared about each other.
At last Mike eased himself from her and flopped onto his back between Ann and me.
She bent over and kissed him lingeringly. "Thanks, stud. You pass," she said, smiling at him.
That turned out to be the end of our sex play that weekend. I think between us, Ann and I had Mike just about worn out. Poor boy, he needed some recovery time. Oh, we played a little 'touchy-feely' as we swam again, and we shared a few kisses between us, but shortly after three that afternoon Ann waved goodbye to us as Mike's pickup took us off home.
"Good time, hon?" said Mike as we rode.
I glanced at him. I think he was a little worried that I might not have enjoyed myself as much as he hoped. I reached across and touched his knee. "Absolutely fucking wonderful," I said. "I like having you to myself, yes, no argument, but if I ever have to share you, Ann, and Lou of course, maybe Maria, are top of my list."
"Well, I'm not planning on sharing you with anybody except possibly Todd, and I think Cindy keeps him occupied enough."
I laughed. "Yeah!"
We rode in a comfortable silence, until Mike turned into the street where Mom and I live. I sighed, and Mike glanced across at me, eyebrows raised in query. I smiled. "It's okay, Mike, I'm just working out the best way to tell Mom her baby is a woman now."
"Do you want me there?"
I shook my head. "No, but that was a very gallant offer, sweetheart. I'll be fine, it's just a matter of timing, but there is something you can be working out."
"And that is what?"
I smiled at him. "Working out when and where we can fuck again, somewhere safe and warm, with a big bed. Can do?"
He glanced across, grinning. "Can do!"
Surprises can be good.