The Making of a Gigolo (5) - Jill Trimble

by Lubrican

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Chapter Eight

Things escalated almost immediately when the women left the water. That was because their suits, made primarily for sunbathing, without the thick pads that render a suit suitable for swimming, were virtually transparent when wet. Both women were looking at the picnic area, as opposed to each other, so neither woman was aware of her appearance, as they approached Ted.

Ted looked up, and his mouth dropped open. Prudence's raven black pubic hair formed a dark vee through the yellow of her suit. Her dark nipples were equally visible.

Mirriam's suit had been designed to have a blue polka dot where each nipple was expected to be. The designer was probably a man, because a woman would have known that every woman's nipples are located in slightly different places on her breasts, when compared to another woman. Her fat brown nipples produced their own polka dots, due to her heightened state of arousal. Her dark pubic hair was also easily visible through the white of her bottoms.

"Have mercy on me," he moaned, as the women walked up to the blankets.

Then the women looked at each other, and there was a very short comedy as each woman tried to cover up, instinctively, and then realized that was silly, considering what they had decided to do. It was quite likely, if Ted had his way, that he'd see them naked anyway.

Ted had, indeed, unpacked the food, and, once he could tear his eyes off the women, he expressed his delight in what he'd found. There was cold, fried chicken, barbeque ribs, potato salad, Jell-O salad, homemade bread, pickles, olives and cherry pie. He proudly produced a cooler with bottles of wine, and glasses.

"I found the silverware, and the plates," he said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "All we're missing are the napkins."

Both women looked at each other and, at the same time said: "I thought you were bringing them!"

"Doesn't matter," said Ted, waving a hand. "You girls get comfortable, and I'll serve you."

Prudence levered herself down onto the pile of pillows, and lay back, her legs together. Mirriam sank down on the blankets, and bent her knees, to put her legs beside her. She was limber enough that she could sit up that way, without having to support herself with an arm.

He served them wine first, of course, a sweet white wine that he said was his favorite. While they sipped that, Mirriam sipping more aggressively than Prudence, who moderated, due to the baby in her womb, he asked them what they wanted on their plates, and arranged it.

He handed Prudence hers, and she promptly set it on her pregnant belly.

"The silver lining of this particular cloud," she said, smiling.

"Is it really a cloud for you?" asked Ted, just making conversation.

"I shouldn't have said that. I love this baby. I can't wait until he's born."

"He?" said Ted, preparing Mirriam's plate.

"I'm carrying him so low, I'm sure it's a boy," she said.

"How far along are you?" he asked.

"Six months," she said, rubbing her belly.

"Really?" he said. "I'd have thought you were closer to eight. That's a big baby!"

"I don't remember being this big with Constance," she said, "but I know when I got pregnant."

"Yes," said Ted, slyly. "I guess you were there when it happened." He grinned.

He handed Mirriam her plate, which she set on the blanket beside her. Then he went to get his own food.

They started eating, more or less in silence, while Ted continued to ogle the women, and they enjoyed being ogled.

"Oops!" squealed Prudence. She had tried to eat some ribs, and the sauce had dripped onto her upper chest. "Oh no! This will stain my suit!"

"Don't move," said Mirriam. "I'll get a napkin and ..." She remembered that there were no napkins.

"I'll get it," said Ted, getting up.

He went to Prudence, who was holding sauce-stained fingers out away from her, and got down on his hands and knees.

"I wouldn't do this, you understand," he said, his face completely straight, "if there were napkins available."

Then he leaned down and licked at the sauce, sucking it up.

"Aack!" gasped Prudence, but by the time she could react, it was over, and he was leaning back on his haunches.

"All better," he said, grinning.

"You could warn a girl," said Prudence, her breasts rising and falling a little faster. Impulsively she stuck one of her hands in his face.

Without pause, he started licking and sucking her fingers clean.

Mirriam sat, frozen, and watched. He was so calm about this! He acted like it was all just part of a normal day. She felt her nipples tingle as she watched him suck Prudence's fingers.

"That's enough," panted Prudence, as he reached for the other hand. "I'm eating with that one."

Ted went back and sat down, as if nothing unusual had happened.

He ate some chicken, and crumbs fell on his lap. He brushed them away without thinking about it, and then stopped. Mirriam had chicken. He looked up and saw her bite into a drumstick. Bits of breading fell into her cleavage. She looked down, and frowned.

"Let me," he said, jumping up.

She looked up at him, and her eyes dropped to his suit, which wasn't as wet as it had been, but which was just as distended by his obvious erection.

"Just how do you plan to get them out?" she asked, feeling breathless.

"Well," he said, looking at her breasts, "I could just pull the bottom out a little, and they might fall on through."

"All right," she said, feeling light headed.

He did just that, carefully gripping the bottom of the bra, and pulling it away from her, in the middle. Some crumbs did fall ... right into her lap. Before she could react, he reached with one hand and brushed them off the front of her suit, where it didn't quite hide her pubic hair.

"There are still some down in there," he said, peering into her cleavage.

"I'm not taking it off," said Mirriam, sure that if she did, she'd lose all control.

"I see it has a front clasp," said Ted, kneeling. "I could unhook it, and spread it apart just enough to get to them. Then I could hook it back up."

"I don't think so," said Mirriam, breathing deeper now. "How about if I unhook it, and hook it?"

"Your fingers are greasy," he reminded her.

"Yours are too," she said.

"Oh," he said, looking at his fingers. She was right.

He reached for her hand, and cleaned her fingers, just like he had cleaned Prudence's. She felt a burst of heat in her chest as his wet mouth sucked at her fingers.

"There," he said, his own voice breathy.

She couldn't believe she was doing this, but she unhooked the bra and spread it, pressing her breasts together, and holding the cloth firmly over them.

"I can't get to it anymore," he said, sounding sad. "You're kind of squeezed together."

"I can't hold the cloth and spread them apart at the same time," she moaned.

"Let me help," he said.

His hands went to hers and, while she held the cups of the bra firmly on her breasts, he pushed her hands apart. He leaned in and licked between her breasts.

"Oh my!" she sighed.

It seemed to take him a long time, and he licked every bit of exposed skin, including the insides of her globes, but finally he leaned back.

"I think I got it all," he said.

"Oh good grief!" moaned Mirriam. "You all but breast fed!"

"Nonsense!" he said, grinning. "It's been a long time, but I still remember that part. I didn't even get close." He frowned. "At least I think I remember. Maybe I should refresh my memory. You could help with that, I think."

Mirriam re-hooked her bra and almost panted, as she pushed him away.

Prudence, who had watched interestedly as her friend resisted ... but allowed ... felt her pussy getting wet. When she saw Mirriam re-hooking her bra, she took the rib she was eating and wiped it liberally on the insides of her breasts, getting close to, but not on the bright yellow cloth.

"Oh Teaaaddy," she called. "I had another accident."

He looked over, stood, and put his hands on his hips. "You two girls need to learn how to eat! Now I'm going to have to clean you up again!"

"I'm sorry," she said, trying to sound like a little girl.

This time, when he knelt down, he put one hand lightly on her belly, and stroked it for a few seconds, before leaning forward to lick the skin on the insides of her breasts. He pulled back.

"I might push some of it onto the suit," he said sadly. "Maybe you should unhook it, like Mirriam did."

"Mine hooks in the back," said Prudence. "I'm not taking mine off either."

"Well, maybe I can push it aside ... just a little bit," he said.

"Careful," she warned. Her hands were still held out to her sides, her fingers messy.

He gently slid a fingertip under the edge of her bra, and pulled it sideways, leaning down to lick.

"There's no sauce there," gasped Prudence, as his tongue hit the edge of her areola.

"Oh ... sorry," he said, licking back between her breasts. He went to the other side and pulled at it. He flicked his tongue inside the fabric, and the very tip touched a stiff nipple.

"Or there!" she moaned.

His face appeared in front of hers, and he looked at her lips.

"Your face is messy," he pronounced, and lowered his lips to suck at hers, licking and nipping all around her lips, getting the sauce off of them.

He pulled back, and her eyes were closed. She had a silly grin on her face.

"All better," he said, standing up. His bulge was right by her hand.

He turned around to see Mirriam sitting there, her hand over her mouth.

"Well, at least you're doing better," he sighed. "Now maybe I can get something to eat."

He went and sat down, and ate some more chicken, and a bite of homemade bread. He looked up to see Mirriam eating Jell-O salad, which, in the heat, had become somewhat less than firm. It was cherry, with peach slices in it. She almost had a bite to her mouth, when it rolled off the fork and, to his delight, fell right in her cleavage.

Everybody stopped eating as she stared down. Ted and Prudence just looked at her. She snorted, which turned out to be a laugh she was trying to keep inside, but couldn't, and it came out her nose. Then she was afraid she'd blown snot, and wiped her nose with her hand. There was no snot, and she looked up to see if anybody had seen it. Then Prudence giggled, and Mirriam burst out laughing.

"I didn't do that on purpose!" she laughed. "Really! I did not drop that on purpose!"

"I believe you," said Ted. "I still have to clean you up, though. It's my job."

"I thought you were a teacher," she said, archly.

"That Jell-O is red, and it's inside your bra," Ted pointed out. "Red stains really easily."

"Shit!" yelped Mirriam.

"Such language ... tsk, tsk, tsk," said Ted, crawling over to her. "Lie back," he ordered her.

"What?" she looked confused.

If you lie back, it will pool on your skin, and not on the cloth. I'll hold the cloth up."

"But ..." She waved her plate, which was in her hand.

He took it and put it down. Then he put one hand on her upper back, and his other hand on her shoulder, and pushed her backwards. With her feet curled up beside her, she had no leverage to resist. As she started to fall, his hand on her back supported her, and his other hand slid between her breasts to pluck at the middle of her bra, pulling it out, away from her body. The Jell-O slid out from under it, and ended up in her belly button, by the time she was on her back.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, from Tedís perspective, the way in which he had grasped the front of her suit, managed to twist it in a way that undid it. With significant pressure on the sides, the suit popped open and flipped to the sides, leaving her breasts completely bare.

Mirriam, of course, knew what had happened. She felt it happen. She was relatively sure it was an accident too, so all she did was try to grab the cups and get them back on her breasts. Her instinct was to sit up, and she started to, at which time the elastic in the back of the top pulled the cups out of her reach, behind her.

She flopped back down on her back, and brought her hands to cover her breasts.

"Ohhhhhhh shit!" she moaned.

"I thought I talked to you about your language," said Ted, his eyes still wide from seeing her breasts.

"Would you please help me get back together?" she moaned.

"In a minute," he said. "I still have to clean you up."

He put his lips down and sucked the red-stained peach into his mouth. Then he probed her belly button with his tongue.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, and a hand came down to his head. He immediately rose up to look at the uncovered breast, and she whipped her hand back up. He played a little game of prodding her belly button, and then looking up, until she quit uncovering a breast to try to make him stop. Then he licked his way up her body, following the faint red trail of Jell-O, until he got between her hands.

"What are you doing?" she moaned.

"Having a ball," he said, kissing as much of her breast as was uncovered.

His lips went to her hand, and kissed there, pushing, trying to get her to uncover her breast. She lifted her head.

"Come on," he wheedled. "Just a little taste?"

"You're molesting me!" she whined.

"This isn't even close to molesting you," he said. He grinned. "Your lips are dirty too, Mirriam."

She couldn't stop him from kissing her, unless she moved her hands, so he took advantage of that, sucking at her lips, and licking them, until she finally began to kiss him back. He kept that going, until one of her hands came up to put behind his head. She was fully involved in the kiss now, and he gently cupped the breast she had abandoned, just holding it, at first. He let her breathe, still cupping her breast.

"Just one, tiny, teeny little taste?" he whispered.

He looked so hopeful that Mirriam giggled.

"Just one," she said.

He leaned back up, and, slowly, she let her other hand fall away from her other breast, leaving them both bare.

"They sag," she moaned.

"They're gorgeous," he sighed.

They did, in fact, sag a bit, but not much. Miriam was thirty-six, and had worked hard all her life. She was in great shape, compared to many women her age. Her breasts, though, after having fed eight children, were a little the worse for the wear. Their weight made them try to fall to her sides, and he could have put one spread hand in the middle of her chest, and only his thumb and little finger would have been touching breast flesh. Instead, he put his hands on the sides of them, and pushed them together. Her stiff nipples were suddenly only three inches apart.

Then he leaned down and sucked and licked both nipples, not stopping. He went way beyond a teeny taste, and her nipples lengthened until they were almost an inch long and rubbery hard.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "You have to stop that."

"It's so much fun," he said, between sucks.

"You're making me so horny!" she whined.

"My plan is working perfectly," he said.

Finally she stopped him, pushing him away, and sitting up. She looked down at her breasts. Her nipples hadn't been that long or hard since she'd breast fed. She tried reaching behind her, to find her bikini top.

"Let me help you," he said. He got it, and pulled it back, off her arms.

"What are you doing!?" she moaned.

"You don't need this anymore," he said. "I've already seen them. They deserve to be seen. You're a fabulously beautiful woman, Mirriam."

"I can't just sit here, half naked!" she objected.

"Why not?" he asked.

"What if somebody comes along?"

"I picked this place just because I knew they wouldn't," he said.

"You planned to seduce us?"

"Of course," he said. "I thought I made that quite clear."

"I can't breathe," she said, fanning her face. It made her breasts dance and wobble. "Go molest Pru for a while."

Ted turned to see Prudence, lying on her side. She was flushed from watching him work on Mirriam's breasts.

"I didn't spill anything," she said, through lowered lashes.

"Who cares?" he asked. "Mirriam is topless. Don't you think you'd feel more comfortable if you were the same?"

"I told you I'm not taking it off," she said. "If you want it off, you have to take it off," she said, breathing deeply.

She rolled, to present her back to him. It was seconds later that she rolled back, tossing her yellow top aside. Her breasts were full, and hard. Her areolas had already gotten bigger and darker, and her nipples were almost a maroon color.

She lay back as he crawled closer, and left her arms at her sides. She loved it when Bobby sucked them, and she couldn't wait to find out if Ted was as good at it.

As she felt her pussy start weeping, she decided his touch was gentler. He played with the nipple, licking it, and pushing at it, while Bobby sucked strongly. Ted sucked too, but it was for shorter periods, and with less suction. It made her want to be naked with him.

"Stop!" she moaned.

He did.

"Lie down on your back," she said.

He looked at her for a few seconds, but did as she told him to.

"Stay right there!" she said, rolling to end up on her hands and knees. She went to his plate, which had baked beans on it, and got a spoonful. Walking on her knees, she took it and splatted it on his chest. Then she giggled.

"Mirriam!" she chirped. "Look! He's all messy too!"

He lay there, laughing, as the women, on their hands and knees, started licking and eating the beans off his chest. Prudence sucked at his nipples too. He felt a hand on his erection, outside his suit. He couldn't tell whose it was, but took advantage of the fact that both women's breasts were hanging down, and groped them with both hands. Mirriam came up to kiss him, and while she was doing that, he felt hands pulling at his trunks. He raised his hips, and they slid down his thighs.

"Mirriam ... look what I found," said Prudence.

Mirriam reluctantly stopped kissing him, and looked down. Her face registered shock as she saw that Ted was completely naked now. But what shocked her the most was his prick.

Ted Brandywine had the type of penis that isn't all that rare, but which most women have never seen. He was circumcised, which wasn't odd. What was odd was that, when he was erect, his prick started from a forest of soft, brown hair, and then curved upward. It didn't just curve upward, though. It curved a full ninety degrees. If he was standing, the tip was pointing straight up. If he was lying down, like now, it leaned down to touch his abdomen. In this position, his prick formed an arch, going up from his balls, and ending about an inch below his navel.

"What happened to it?!" gasped Mirriam.

"Nothing," he said, calmly. "It just grew that way."

She looked at it, and then at his face. "You're kidding!"

"Nope," he said. "I've been a freak all my life."

"It looks so different," said Prudence, leaning over to peer at it.

"It works just fine," he said, sounding a little defensive.

"Let's not go too fast, here," said Mirriam. "You've already made things go a lot faster than I intended them to."

"I have to do this," moaned Prudence, reaching out to grasp the banana looking prick.

"Oh, please do," he moaned.

"Wait!" she said. She crawled to the pile of food and dipped her fingers into the cherry pie. She wobbled back to him, and smeared his prick with the thick, red syrup. She put her fingers in her mouth, and sucked them clean.

"Itís not your fingers that youíre supposed to be sucking!" he whined.

She looked at him, her eyes hot. "Be patient."

"Prudence?" Mirriam's voice was shaky. She was staring at the red pie juice on the bent prick. It had gotten on his abdomen, when Prudence had let go of it, after coating it.

"I learned this from the man who made me pregnant," panted Prudence, staring into her friend's eyes.

"No!" Mirriam's eyes were wide ... shocked.

"Watch," sighed Prudence.

She studied the situation, for a few seconds. Her hips really needed to be up by his head, so she could lift his prick and slide her mouth onto it. She moved, and, as she picked up his juicy penis, she felt his hand slide through her leg hole, and onto her right buttock. She leaned forward, and closed her mouth around him, sucking, and pulling up. His prick popped out of her mouth, and hammered back down, the tip striking his abdomen again.

"Yummy," sighed Prudence, tasting the cherries.

Then she sucked him like she meant it.

Mirriam sat down hard, not believing what she was seeing. She'd heard of this, of course, but had never done it. And she'd never even thought about watching another woman do it.

Prudence was having a good time. His penis shape made it almost a challenge to suck and stroke, because she couldn't do either of them in a straight line. His hand, in her bottoms, was titillating, but not satisfying. She finally gave up and reached back to push her bottoms down, off her butt. He helped, using both hands, and, as she lifted one leg, and then the other, got them off of her. He wasted no time pulling her leg over his head. Gripping her hips, he pulled his face up into her pussy, and started doing some licking and sucking of his own.

Mirriam was almost beside herself. She could see clearly that both of them were having a ball, but it was so foreign that she didn't know what to think. She suddenly realized that her fingers were pulling at her own nipples. Mirriam did not, as a practice, masturbate. But this was so electrifying, that she felt like she had to or she'd lose her mind. Wiggling out of her bottoms, she lay back, turning her head to watch them, while she stroked between her legs.

Prudence squealed through what was obviously an orgasm. The sounds they were making ... wet ... slurping ... sucking sounds ... made Mirriam feel faint.

Prudence suddenly pulled up off the prick she was sucking.

"Want ... more ... pie," she panted. She lifted her leg, batting at his hand, and started to crawl toward the pie. Her flushed, thick pussy lips winked at the other two.

Ted had finally reached his limit. She looked like she was presenting herself to him, like the horses did, on the farm where he was raised. He lurched up and fell on her from behind.

In this position, his prick, hanging down, pointed in the perfect position to slip between her pussy lips. He didn't even have to help it. The alignment was as if fate had arranged it. His hands went around her, cupping her bulging belly, and his body weight came down on her lower back, as he fisted his prick and fed it into her.

Prudence stopped, and looked over her shoulder.

"Oh Ted!" she moaned, feeling two inches of prick in her.

"I'm sorry, honey," he moaned, thrusting forward, to get more of his cock in her. "I just couldn't resist."

Prudence simply let her upper body down, like she did when Bobby took her this way. Ted felt completely different. Bobby filled her, and stretched her. As Ted pushed his upper body back up, and put his hands on her hips, the tip of his prick scraped along the rear side of Prudence's pussy, massaging it almost like a finger would. As it got deeper, her pussy forced it to straighten, and the tip scraped the back of her whole channel. It felt good to her, but it wasn't the stuff of orgasms.

She let him rut in her, just enjoying the strange feel of this strange penis. Then, he bent back over her, reaching to cup her breasts, and grunted.

Ted Brandywine's sexual equipment was different in two ways. While the average man can produce an ounce, or maybe an ounce and a half of semen, Ted's body produced three times that much. When he came, he soaked Prudence from stem to stern, and long drips of white rushed out of the imperfect seal of his bent prick, in her straight pussy.

He went limp, his weight supported by Prudence's hips and lower back. Then he pulled out, and rolled to flop on his back, between Prudence and Mirriam. Prudence got back up on all fours, and turned around, leaking semen all over the place.

"Naughty, naughty," she scolded, her voice making it clear she wasn't unhappy at all. "I wanted cherries on it." She surveyed his shrinking prick. The bend was going out of it, and it lay there, spermy and almost straight. "I guess that will have to do, though." She leaned down to suck his prick clean.

For Mirriam, seeing her friend put her mouth on that spermy prick was too much. The combination of her shock, and the orgasm that thundered through her, from her fingers, rolled her eyes up in her sockets, and she went limp.

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