The Tinker’s Career: Part 4 Meeting the needs of the patrons. Based on a post by ron de, in 5 parts. Listen to the ►Podcast at Connected. Grace chuckled. "He is skilled at mending holes in buckets, but he is not very skilled in other things. He does not understand how the two of us may live here together without a man." Elizabeth smiled. "Such would believe any man. They are so proud of their own abilities they could not listen to an alternative." I felt the need to interrupt. I was more than willing to listen. "Elizabeth, if I may call you by that name, I assure you that though I am of few years, I am not of a closed mind. I simply said to Grace that there were tasks I believed a woman not capable of doing. Just before you arrived, she was telling me there was a task a woman could not do." Grace chuckled. "Johnathan, I did not say a woman could not do that task. I only asked if you believed so. You did not answer my question. That leads me to believe you were schooled in the ways of taking care of buckets and pots, but not schooled in the ways of taking care of women." That statement made me feel as if Grace thought me to be uneducated in anything other than tinker work, and the rashness of youth took away my propriety. "I have a very good understanding of how to take care of women. I was taught such by a woman." Elizabeth's eyes opened wide. "Oh. And just what did this woman teach you, cooking and sewing, or perhaps, how to do what a woman needs at times, the times she need to have her passions aroused and then relieved?" I realized then that I had talked myself into a position from which there was no escape. I could not lie without implying my ignorance and speaking the truth could very well give both women an offence. Still, my father had always stressed that truth is always a better course to steer than a lie. "Yes, she taught me the ways to increase her passions until they were relieved, and it is without boasting that I say I was an apt student. Many times she related to me the same. It is how a woman might have her passions aroused and then relieved without a man that I do not understand. No woman has the, shall we say, the proper tools for the task. "My teacher in these matters said all women have this need, yet Grace told me that you do not wish to have a man. I am at a loss to understand that as well." Grace smiled then. "Young Johnathan, you misunderstood my statement. We do not wish for a man to live with us. The reason for this is both Elizabeth and I were sold by our husbands at the market just as were cattle. Do not look so shocked. Such is a common happening because there is no other way for a man and wife to separate. It is not entirely according to the law, but the law is overlooked in cases such as this. "We had met previously, and had decided we did not wish to live with our husbands. My husband had a mistress in the town, and Elizabeth's husband was not at all kind to her. Our fathers paid two of their male friends to purchase us and then allow us to go where we would. That place to which we went was this small farm owned by my family and why we do not wish to be married once again. "While we did somewhat miss the attentions of a man at times, we soon discovered that it is not a requirement to have a c**k to arouse and then relieve our passions. Women are perfectly capable of accomplishing that, both by themselves and with each other. That is not to say we would refuse the attentions of a man who did not stay though, were he to be a kind man of sufficient skill. Might you be one of those men?" Well, as the old saying goes, I could have been laid low by the single stroke of a goose quill. My situation had been changed from one somewhat irksome in nature to one in which two women were essentially requesting to sample my skills in the art of lovemaking. I was at a loss to answer that request, for though I understood how to satisfy one woman, I had never before been with two. Elizabeth sensed my confusion, and also chuckled. "Grace, I do believe you have dumbfounded this man. Perhaps we should take him inside lest he begin stumbling around aimlessly. Once inside, perhaps we should add to his knowledge of women, their needs, and how they may satisfy those needs." I was not as Elizabeth had said, not at the very second, but upon entering their house, I certainly became so. Elizabeth led me into the bedroom I assumed was shared by them both as the only other rooms were a large kitchen and a parlor of sorts. Elizabeth held my hand while Grace unbuttoned the bodice of the simple housedress she wore. Upon pulling the two halves apart, I could see her large, heavy breasts and those heavy breasts caused my c**k to begin rising. After Elizabeth assisted Grace in removing the dress, I discovered she wore nothing, not even a chemise, underneath. The sight of the thick mass of hair on her mound, the color of which matched the blonde hair on her head, caused my c**k to further stiffen. My arousal was seen by Elizabeth who stroked the bulge in my trousers and then laughed. "Grace, I do believe you have this man's attention. Shall we see his reaction to two women without clothing?" Moments later, Elizabeth was also naked. The hairs on her mound were a bit longer than Grace's, but matched the dark brown hair on her head. Her breasts, as I had thought, were smaller than Grace's, but not as small as I had imagined. They were merely somewhat flatter than had been Estelle's and therefore did not push out the front of her dress. My c**k was fearfully extended by that time and being confined in my trousers had commenced to be painful. Grace took it upon herself to remedy that situation. She unlaced the front of my trousers and then pulled them down. My stiff c**k bobbed free and she smiled. "Elizabeth, I believe we have found us a proper tool to stir our passions. Shall we see if his skills are as he boasts?" As Elizabeth removed my boots and my trousers while Grace pulled my shirt over my head, I was still unsure of what course to follow. Were I to apply my knowledge to one, would the other not feel left out of the pleasure? That uncertainty was rendered moot when the two women pulled me down on the bed between them. Grace nestled her breasts into my side, while Elizabeth guided my hand to the long teat on her right breast. I began stroking that breast and teat as Estelle had enjoyed, and was then surprised to feel Grace's hand sliding down my side to my c**k. She gently stroked my length for a moment or two and then pulled Elizabeth's hand to do the same. Her own hand then began stroking between Elizabeth's slender thighs. Elizabeth opened her thighs with a sigh and I watched as Grace slowly pushed her finger into the mass of dark brown hair. What followed is confusing to me even to this day. It seemed that the two women's hands were stroking my c**k one moment and then caressing each other the next. As I was lying on my back between them, I could see the delicate touches each made to the other. I also felt the warmth of their lips and tongues as they took turns kissing me and each other. Elizabeth stroked the blonde curls between Grace's thighs, but then guided my hand to the same spot. Shortly after that, I found both my hands cupping the soft lips of each woman and then the slippery wetness inside their portals. They were not to leave that as their only arousal though. Each was gently caressing the breasts and teats of the other while my finger stroked the rippled inner lips and little button of each. Their hands, sometimes both at once, on my c**k was causing me to thrust into their gentle grasp. After a few of these strokes, and I confess, a few moans from me, Elizabeth threw her thigh over me and then rose on her knees. I felt Grace grasp my rigid c**k and then the wet warmth as my c**k entered Elizabeth's portal. The fit was snug, snug enough I again groaned. Elizabeth chuckled and continued to ease her body down over my c**k. When she was sitting on my thighs, I saw Grace pinch Elizabeth's left nipple and then give it a little tug. Elizabeth's body jerked and she moaned, then began raising and lowering herself over my c**k. With every lowering, she would rock her hips and I would feel the little button raking down the topside of my c**k. The change in angle also forced my c**k into intimate contact with the ripples of Elizabeth's passage. I was coming rapidly to the point of no return, when Elizabeth gasped, pushed herself down quickly over my c**k and then dropped down to catch her weight on her hands. I felt a flow of wetness and then the tightening of her portal around my shaft. Elizabeth cried out and then began rocking her body rapidly over my c**k. I could hold back no longer and thrust my c**k up quickly. As Elizabeth continued to rock her body and make little mewing sounds, I filled her gripping passage with my seed. After several moments, Elizabeth rolled to her side. She was still breathing rapid, shallow breaths, but she managed to say, "Grace, this tool is indeed an excellent tool. Let us cause it to stand up again that you may sample this man's skills." I was not hopeful my c**k would stand up very quickly again. After satisfying Emily's desires three times and now satisfying Elizabeth, I felt it would take an hour or more. I had not estimated the shortening of time caused by what Elizabeth and Grace did next. Grace climbed over me to lie beside Elizabeth, and promptly took Elizabeth's right nipple between her lips and began to suckle. Elizabeth's belly tightened and she gasped, but then began using her finger to penetrate Grace's sex. Soon, Grace was moaning and rocking her hips into Elizabeth's finger. That was when the two women kissed, and that kiss was so absolutely erotic, my c**k began to swell again. It continued to swell as I watched Elizabeth lift her head and clasp Grace's left teat between h
