0 comments/ 157292 views/ 6 favorites An Accommodating Lady By: gordon_a This story details a true encounter way back when I had just turned 21 and was cocky, confident and bullet-proof. My mother, the fashion buyer for the main department store (the only one) in Maseru, Lesotho, had been on a buying trip to Johannesburg and had gone to a movie to kill some time. In the queue she had got talking to a friendly woman in her early forties. She took the woman up on an offer to come for tea with her and her 18-year-old daughter at her apartment and in a short time they became firm friends. I was working in Bloemfontein at the time and when my mum passed through on her way home she mentioned meeting this woman with a very attractive daughter. She said they would love to meet me and that if I was ever in Johannesburg I should look them up. With this information filed away I got on with my life until about five months later I was invited to a wedding in Johannesburg and needed a place to stay. I pulled out the number my mum had given me and phoned the woman (Ruth), explaining who I was. She was delighted to hear from me and offered to put me up for the weekend. I duly arrived early Friday evening and was made most welcome by this slightly overweight, big-breasted, very attractive woman. Her daughter Zelda, she said, had gone down to the coast for the weekend and laughed when I obviously registered disappointment. "You can meet her next time. In the meantime I'll take you out for dinner and then show you the sites of the 'big smoke' on Sunday after your wedding." We went out for dinner and told each other our life story. She had been a divorcee for 10 years and although she had dated she had not found anyone she wanted to start with all over again. She said she was lonely but didn't want the bother of a man. "In the long run they are just too much trouble." We were enjoying each other's company, laughing a lot, drinking even more and the evening went by in a flash. She didn't come on to me (although I was hoping she would) but we talked a lot about sex and I got the idea that in the right circumstances I could bed her. Back at the apartment she showed me to my room and then sat down on the bed. I sat down next to her and the booze had obviously swept her inhibitions away because she started to tickle me, saying: "I'm sorry I'm not a young, nubile thing that you would find attractive." I assured her that I found her very attractive but when I started to tickle her in reply she said: Please don't tickle me." "Why not?" I asked. "Because if I'm being tickled I lose control. You will be able to do anything you like to me, and I don't want you to think I'm an easy lay. Also, I am old enough to be your mother." I digested that for all of two seconds and started to tickle her. She giggled and squirmed and while I tickled her ribs with one hand I slipped the other inside her blouse, over her soft, well-filled bra. I stroked her breasts gently over the soft material and then slipped my hand inside, fingers searching for a nipple, which hardened to my touch. "Please don't, you are getting me excited and I don't want to be left high and dry." "Leaving you high and dry is the last thing I want to happen," I laughed, unbuttoning her blouse and unhooking the startlingly white sexy front-opening bra, causing her lovely alabaster breasts to spill out into my hands. She moaned with pleasure as I held one with both hands, nipping and sucking on the erect nipple. "You are making me feel so randy, Gordon, she mouthed into my ear before grabbing my face with both hands and slipping her tongue into my mouth to begin an intimate friendship with mine. We continued to kiss as I slipped my hand up her skirt, feeling the outside of her thigh over her lace-trimmed half-slip and then moved it inwards to stroke her soft inner thighs just where her stockings ended and the suspender belt began. "This is like going to heaven," she breathed as she slowly opened her legs to allow my hand to slip over her panties, which were damp to my touch. "Oh yes! It's like an electric shock! I'm feeling so sensitive to your touch, its wonderful! Please don't think I'm a slut!" The words came tumbling out as she turned her attention to my cock that was standing uncomfortably to attention within the confines of my underpants. She pulled my zip down, reached inside and murmured: You're a big boy, Gordon", as she pulled it out, stroking it and fondling my balls. By now my fingers had found their way past the panty barrier and slipped gently into her, stroking the hot, lubricated object of male lust. "God but you're wet", I muttered as I stroked her, feeling her eager response. She shuddered as my hand slipped upwards to her clit and gasped as if in pain as I worked it gently with sopping wet fingers. "I'm coming", she shrieked, bucking and thrusting herself against my hand. I quickened the tempo and she had one juddering climax after another. "You really must think I'm a nympho", she sobbed, "but it has been a long time. I didn't realise how long." I pulled away from her and moved down the bed so that I could rub my face against her sopping panties. She opened her legs and her skirt rucked up, exposing her slip, stockings and flimsy lacy white panties. I realised then she was mine. She had opened to me as a flower would to the warmth of the sun and I was going to do my very best not to disappoint this wonderfully sexy mature woman. I nuzzled the warm and sticky fabric between her legs, enjoying the sharp, erotic pungency of her secret place. Slowly I pulled her panties down, tossing them aside before addressing the object of my throbbing lust with my tongue. She screamed out as if in agony as I tickled her clit before plunging my mouth deep into her, allowing her warm juices to slip down my throat. She lay there, bucking and moaning as I now paid full attention to her clit, licking and teasing it while she stroked my face and slipped her fingers in and out of my mouth as I paid homage to the centre of her sexual universe. "I've come so much and feel so selfish. I want to taste you as well and make you happy," she whispered. I said I was very happy, but I lay back anyway and she kneeled between my legs, pulled off my underpants and held me firmly with both hands and her tongue flicked out to lick the dewdrops that had formed on the tip of my penis. Then she licked the shaft and my balls, causing me to gasp with pleasure and stroke her soft, sweet-smelling hair. "Don't do it anymore. I am going to come if you don't stop and I want to make love to you properly!" I warned. She replied: "We have all night, all weekend for that. I want you to come into my mouth. I want to feel it spurting from your cock over my tongue and down my throat. I want your sperm to warm my tummy." I couldn't take any more of that talk or action and with a stifled scream I held her mouth to my cock, fucking it with short, sharp strokes until a torrent of sperm ejaculated, most of it disappearing down her eager throat but some spattering on her face as I slumped beside her, my heart pounding and my chest heaving. With one hand she stroked my now limp penis while with the other she wiped the cum off her face with her fingers and then slipped the fingers into her mouth. "I've never had sex like that before and we didn't even fuck," she laughed. "Yes, not bad for an old girl," I replied and she hit me with a pillow. "If you think that was something, just wait till I have recharged my batteries. It's going to be a long night," "I can't wait," she said as she snuggled up to me, her one breast resting on my chest. Before I nodded off I said a silent thanks to my ever-friendly mum who had struck up a conversation in a cinema queue, an incident that had led to the best sex yet in my short life, with the promise of even better to come. An Accommodating Lady Ch. 02 This is story detailing an encounter with one of my mother's friends and ultimately her daughter. It's a true story with some of the detail spiced up. I'm not keen on screeds of on-the-job detail. Rather titillate, understate and don't take it too seriously is my thinking. Hope you think it works. * * * * * I woke up with the sun streaming through the window, a raging alcoholic thirst and an erection I could have bludgeoned baby seals to death with. I was also alone, which wasn't in the script so I staggered to the bathroom, relieved myself, showered, shaved, cleaned my teeth, slipped on a pair of shorts and followed the fragrant bacon aroma to the kitchen. "Hi there," Ruth trilled, sounding a great deal too cheerful for someone who had consumed enough booze the night before to earn the grudging respect of Dean Martin in his prime. "Life is great, the sun is shining and I got my rocks off with a young lover," she said, laughing and flinging her arms around me, probing my mouth with a busy tongue. "You're not wishing it hadn't happened, are you? If you are I'm going to break your cock off so that you can't pull the same trick with another unsuspecting female!" "No way, sexy woman. Build up my strength with a hearty breakfast and you can ring the bell for round two of a 15-round title fight," I joked, holding her close, kissing her neck and fondling her bottom over some interesting underwear below a thin housecoat. "Thanks for a wonderful night, I had forgotten how wonderful sex can be," she sighed, rubbing herself against me. She had been so easy to please, this wonderful lady, all she had wanted was some loving and affection, opening herself to my licking and sucking and replying with a soft, wet probing tongue dedicated to providing delight. Just thinking about that last mind-blowing moment redirected my blood flow and we giggled as she asked that old but pertinent question: "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?" Well, I was armed with a potentially lethal weapon – but I doubted I had the stamina to fuck her to death with it! I opened a few buttons on her housecoat and fitted a hand comfortably over her skimpy, flesh-coloured bra trimmed with lace, kneading a breast gently and feeling the nipple harden to my touch. As I nuzzled her sweet-smelling soft neck I slipped my hand inside, brushing the nipple with the tips of my fingers, causing her to sigh and then gasp. "Shouldn't we eat first," she asked, her breath quickening. "I intend to, and then we can have breakfast," I said, pulling a breast out and nipping it gently with my teeth. "Oh God, this is wonderful, I've died and gone to Heaven," she breathed as I slipped my hand under the housecoat, browsing through the contents, which felt like a nylon half-slip and old-fashioned French knickers, lace-trimmed with wide openings for easy access to her little furry thing, stockings and suspender belt. Those were the good old days just before pantyhose started to make an appearance, complicating the logistics of a fun evening for two in the back seat at the drive-in. "Find the person responsible for those abominations though you have to search the length and breadth of Christendom, and dip his willy in boiling cum." "Aye, my liege, it shall be done," says the faithful lieutenant of my wishful thinking. But, alas, it is too late to turn the clock back. I applied myself with more vigour to the exploration of her secret places, stroking the velvety flesh at the top of her legs above the stockings and slipping my hand into her knickers over her bottom, running my fingers down the cleft in her buttocks. I moved my hand to the front again brushing the hair between her legs, then sliding my finger up and down, making contact with her clit. Dipping my finger gently inside to lubricate it I then moved it up to focus on the little bud that gives so much pleasure. She held onto me more tightly but I pulled away, getting to my knees to nuzzle her over her knickers. She opened the housecoat completely and pulled up the half-slip. I pulled the loose knickers aside, lapping her clit with my tongue. She held my head with both hands, stroking my face and mouth as it made contact with her clit. Her legs trembled and she gasped with pleasure as my tongue moved quicker, rotating around her bud and then she stiffened, made a mewling noise and started to buck against my tongue. This went on for over two minutes, I reckon, and then she slumped against me, her body on fire. "My legs are too weak to support me. Hold me up but don't let me go," she said, stroking my face tenderly. At last I disengaged, rose to my feet and as I kissed her she licked off my mouth the juices that had mingled with my saliva inside her. "I though it couldn't get better, but it does. You're so young, how do you know so much about pleasing a woman?'' I modestly replied that I had been an enthusiastic pupil when my best friend's elder sister had taken it upon herself to teach me the arcane rituals of lovemaking and had then gone on to further my education in the tender embraces of a divorced librarian. She hadn't been much to look at but she turned out to be highly qualified instructor, fiercely dedicated to her role and she eventually awarded me my degree cum laude. I know it's an old gag but Ruth laughed anyway. Manoeuvring gingerly as the result of a fierce fire in my loins that was causing my shorts to stick out alarmingly, I sat down to a cholesterol-packed breakfast that would hopefully stoke the boiler room and keep the engine running at top speed. Did I mention Ruth was Jewish? Well she was and she had obviously been brought up on the old saying that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach (I though it was through his penis) and after the meal it was all I could do just to get back to the bed, or so I thought. As I lay down she pulled down my shorts, told me to lift my arse, pulled them off and contemplated my penis as a hungry she-wolf would a succulent looking young lamb. With a growl she straddled me, licking my nipples, stomach and scrotum, with a firm grip on my penis, which she began to nibble on. "Steady on there," I shouted, "I actually want to put my cock inside you and if you carry on like that there will be a terrible accident and it could lead to tears." She giggled, but slowed down, moving up my body and using my penis to masturbate against her clit, huffing and puffing… and coming. I reached behind her to unhook her bra and her sizeable breasts, with lovely large dark nipples, cascaded into my mouth. She pulled her half-slip up around her waist. The slip, knickers and bra were a matching flesh-coloured set with white lace trim and felt wonderfully sensual and expensive to the touch. I particulaly enjoy making love to women in their underwear. With everything stripped off the mystery has gone. Pulling aside her knickers she inserted me into her vagina, taking it in slowly, right up to the hilt. Here I will refrain from giving dimensions, as one doesn't like to be boastful and plebeian, but I can assure you that it got her full attention. Then she stepped up the pace, a damn good one for a 45-year-old, pounding away at me, her breasts jiggling in my face, reaching a crescendo with a shriek and slumping on top of me, heart pounding. I rolled her over, inserted myself into her, pushed her legs back as far as they would go and proceeded to pump her into an orgasmic wreck, mewling and whimpering and crying and laughing and shuddering, encouraging me to even greater feats of thrust and endurance as she did her bit by bucking away like a teenager and working her clit with drenched fingers until at last I felt a tidal wave build from my bursting testicles. "I'm ready to blow," I yelled at my willing steed who shouted: "In my mouth! please God, let me have your cum! please! please!" Anything to oblige a lady, I always say, so I pulled out of her, moved up her body and held her head up with one hand and worked her sodden clit with the other as she greedily grasped me with both hands and plunged me deep into her mouth, licking and sucking, muttering incoherently to herself. With a monumental shudder the tidal wave began, coursing through my body into her waiting mouth. I saw stars and flashes and I went cross-eyed as the pleasure hit me. She sucked greedily but there was a whole lot of it and it was ejaculating so fast that some spattered her lips and nose and cheeks. I held myself erect with my arms as she continued to lick and suck and then I slumped next to her, exhausted. She moved down and took me in her mouth again until all the anger had gone from what had been a dangerous weapon a few moments ago. Certainly not something to be frightened of now! Ruth then realised that her face had taken a few hits in the heat of battle and lay contentedly next to me, not talking, just wiping the sperm off her face with her fingers and licking them. I felt full, fucked and drowsy and dozed off, awaking to a most pleasant sensation about two hours later. I opened my eyes to see Ruth nestled between my legs, ministering to my rather battered equipment, which, I say with pride, was rising manfully to the occasion. "Just relax, love, I don't want you driving all the way back to Bloemfontein in an agitated state." Go with the flow is my motto so I lay back and enjoyed the journey. She sucked and licked slowly for about 30 minutes while I went over the weekend in my head. Not the best time to bring up the 18-year-old daughter who was down at the coast for the weekend. There were quite a few pictures of her in the flat and she looked decidedly unlike someone you would toss out of your bed. "Don't get greedy," I thought to myself. "You are on a good wicket here." Still, it was something to think about – nubile, innocent teenager to balance mature, experienced mother. I was holding that thought as my orgasm arrived and Ruth sucked on me gently, draining me. Time to go home, but I'll be back, I thought to myself. * * * * * This was a fun time in my life so if there is a reasonable response I will write more... what the hell, even if there is no response I will write more! I'm enjoying the memories, albeit through rose-tinted spectacles. Thanks to the two discerning readers who gave me some feedback on part one. An Accommodating Lady Ch. 03 Ruth takes a back seat for now as the third cast member of this enthralling docu-drama makes her presence felt and our hero realises he will have to be quick on his feet if he is to keep the one from finding out he is shagging the other. During the long drive back to Bloemfontein after a weekend in sexual heaven I took stock of the situation. My mother’s friend Ruth was keen that I return to Johannesburg soon for a rematch. I was pretty keen on the idea myself. What a woman! The hospitality had been great. When Ruth had told my mother she would be delighted to put me up if I ever came to the “big smoke” she wasn’t just being polite and the extra services supplied by the establishment had put the accommodation in the five-star bracket. And then there was the daughter, Zelda, 18 years old and oozing nubility, if the pictures in the flat were anything to go by: a raven-haired beauty with a toothy-white smile and a proud chest. Looking at her pictures I had seen a young Ruth and my greedy cock wanted them both. I would make sure Zelda was at home the next time I went visiting but I was going to have to box very cleverly, employing some fancy footwork, if I was to bed them both without blowing the whole deal. It would not be the first time that greed had led me to lonely periods of self-abuse! Back at work there was little time for dalliance with the opposite sex, although the drought was broken briefly when an ex-girlfriend from Maseru stayed the night on her way back to Cape Town. Grudgingly, after much begging and appealing to her better nature, she executed a rather clinical hand job, reminding me in no uncertain fashion that she had neither forgotten the circumstances of our break-up, nor forgiven me for my actions. “I’m only a male,” I bleated, “God didn’t give us enough blood to run our brains and cocks at the same time. You must make allowances. I was drunk and anyway, how was I to know she was your Godmother?” But she was unmoved, sleeping with the bedroom door locked while I tossed and turned on the couch in the lounge. “Just in case your blood starts moving in the wrong direction,” said old stony-face. Anyway, all bad things come to an end eventually and with a long weekend in the offing I phoned Ruth to find out if I could visit. A new voice answered. Zelda! I smoothly introduced myself, expressing sorrow that she had been away during my first visit. She was delighted to hear from me, she had heard so much about me, mummy would be delighted I had phoned, yes, she would be at home over Easter and, yes, they would be ecstatic if I would come for the weekend! Two weeks later, on the Thursday afternoon before Good Friday, I fought my way through Johannesburg’s rush-hour traffic to Hillbrow and Ruth’s large, airy high-rise apartment with its breathtaking view of the Jo’burg skyline. I rang the bell and when the door opened two trilling females, flushed with excitement, engulfed me, welcoming me into their home. “Mummy has told me so much about you that it feels like you’re an old friend. I loved your mum and I know I’m going to love you!” Two soft breasts pressed against my chest as she kissed me on the lips but before I could react she was pushed aside and Ruth kissed me, whispering in my ear that Zelda was unaware of our relationship and she wanted to keep it that way. Okay by me, I muttered. After I had unpacked in the spare room Ruth said she had long ago committed to going to the ballet with one of her friends and did I mind if she left me in Zelda’s care for the evening? Not at all, I replied, it was an opportunity to get to know her. We could go out for a hamburger and we would see her later. What a break, all alone with the lovely Zelda for the evening! My evil little mind raced with excitement and my cock throbbed with anticipation. Soon after, Ruth left and Zelda and I settled down on the couch to chat. Did she have a steady boyfriend? No, she had just broken up with her childhood sweetheart and was footloose and fancy-free. Bingo! I studied her beautiful, animated face as she told me she had started university earlier in the year and was enjoying the freedom of adulthood. I told her I had seen her photographs during my previous visit and had been impatient to meet such a gorgeous young woman. She blushed and admitted that she had been dying to meet me as well. “I’m so glad you came to see us,” she said, spontaneously throwing her arms around me, hugging me tight. I stroked her back and kissed her lightly. When she didn’t pull away I ran the tip of my tongue over her lips and she responded eagerly, pushing her mint-tasting tongue deep into my mouth. “Am I being too forward? she murmured. “I just couldn’t wait to kiss you. Mummy said such nice things about you.” Yeah, but she didn’t tell you about the “nice thing” that slipped in and out of her pussy when I was here last! Don’t rush this, I thought as we snuggled together on the couch. This is some girl, don’t scare her off. But as we kissed she took my right hand and placed it firmly on a breast. “Don’t be too much of a gentleman, Gordon, I’m a big girl,” she giggled. So much for taking it easy. I stroked her breast over her dress, feeling the nipple respond through the thin fabric, and then gently inserted the palm of my hand over her skimpy bra, teasing the nipple and making her gasp with pleasure. Feeling bolder, I slipped my hand inside, cupping the heavy breast and then pulled it partly out, enveloping her nipple in my mouth, sucking gently. While I sucked and licked she undid the buttons at the front of her dress to give me easier access and as I looked down to undo the front catch of the bra I saw she was open to the waist. With the bra now pulled aside there was now just soft, fragrant flesh in front of me and I nuzzled her breasts, nipping gently and licking, stroking her tummy with my hand. There was now some serious heavy breathing on both sides and she rubbed her leg against my iron erection as I stroked lower down her tummy until my hand came into contact with the elastic top of what felt like a nylon half-slip. “Shall I take my dress off?” she murmured into my ear before licking it with her hot tongue. I nodded and moved back so that she could pull the dress over her head to be left sitting in a dangling white bra and matching slip. I was so randy for this lovely young beauty that it was all I could do not to jump on her there and then, ripping away her undies and impaling her on my cock. But I kept control, stroking her thigh over the lace-trimmed undergarment and rubbing her mound gently. I could feel her pushing herself against my hand as she sighed and parted her legs, allowing me access to the shrine I would soon be worshiping at. Her virginal-white panties were hot and wet to my touch as I pulled back the elastic and inserted my index finger. She moaned with pleasure as I finger-fucked her, using her juices for lubrication as I worked her clit. “Oh shit, I can’t stop coming,” she wailed, bucking against my fingers. I instructed her to lift her bottom and pulled her panties off, feasting my greedy little piggy eyes on her wet and matted pussy before getting to my knees to seek out her pleasure button with my tongue. She shrieked with pleasure as the juices dripped out of her to be slurped up by my eager tongue. In her rapture she was squeezing my head with her strong thighs, nearly suffocating me as I beavered away blindly under her humid half-slip to bring her pleasure. As some famous man once said: “It’s a dark and lonely job but somebody has to do it.” I snorted with laughter, choking on hot body fluids, as I thought about all the intrepid muff-divers risking life and limb to bring happiness to the ladies. Ah, but we are a gallant breed! As I came up for air with her stroking my head she said she had a confession to make. Good God, I thought, I hope she isn’t going to tell me she’s really a hermaphrodite with a big cock strapped back against her arse and that instead of being the ravisher I was about to become the ravished! But it was even worse. She was a virgin, she said, and I had been designated as deflowerer, or whatever the term is! Let’s cross that bridge when we come to it, I said, plunging back into the fray until she howled for mercy. Back on the couch she unzipped my trousers and hauled out the wedding tackle, gobbling it up, accompanied by much slurping and smacking of lips. She may have been a virgin but this was definitely not the first time she had swallowed a sword. I stood against her, holding her by her face, fucking her beautiful mouth as she hung onto my balls until I roared with pleasure and let her have the whole 10cc. She carried on licking and sucking and swallowing until my cock softened and then rained kisses on it, cooing like a demented dove. “I’m still having spasms, she said with wonderment. As your were coming so was I. It was wonderful.” As we lay next to each other, legs entwined, she said she had made up her mind as I licked her that she wanted me to be her first real lover. I said I was flattered but had no experience in deflowering virgins and had heard it wasn’t as easy as it seemed and painful to boot. “We’ll work it out together,” she said contentedly. “But not tonight,” I added. “It’s not something to be rushed. We need time to do it properly to make it a memorable occasion.” I was playing for time. “Okay,” she said. “We have got the whole long weekend ahead, except for tomorrow night. My dad, who lives in Pretoria, is turning 50 and I promised to go through for the party. I’ll stay over because he doesn’t want me to drive late at night but I will be back midmorning on Saturday. You’ll be lumbered with boring old mum but I’m sure she’ll come up with something to keep you occupied until I get back,” she laughed. I joined in the laughter because I was pretty sure Ruth would have plenty of ideas on the subject. “By the way,” she said casually, “don’t let on to mum that we have got something going. She told me not to flirt with you because it could screw up a happy friendship between the three of us.” I assured her I would be the soul of discretion. Nothing would suit me better than to keep the one in the dark about the other. Oh, what tangled webs we weave! An Accommodating Lady Ch. 04 “Good Lord!” said Zelda looking at her watch, “time does fly when you’re having a good orgasm. Mummy will be home any time now so we had better get cleaned up and make sure we have the same story about what we’ve been doing while she’s been at the opera.” She arose from the sexual battlefield, where the hand-to-gland combat had been fierce, and almost poked my eye out with an erect nipple. What lovely firm tits! What lovely long legs that went all the way up to her arse. And that beautiful smile … I had really fallen with my bum in the butter this time! “Don’t forget, Sunday is V-Day!” she said as we went arm-in-arm to the bathroom, alluding to the day she had decided would mark the end of her virginal status, with me the designated deflowerer. “Won’t forget, looking forward to it,” I lied. This was an important event in a young woman’s life and as I had no experience of maidens I feared I would botch the job and turn her off sex for life. Still, I was flattered to be chosen and would do the best I could. Plenty of lubricant, patience and gentleness and she would crown me King of the Cherry Pickers, I hoped. We quickly made ourselves presentable and were seated comfortably in the lounge when Ruth arrived home with her friend, dark-haired, attractive, with smallish boobs that matched her slim build. “Hi kids, did you have a good time? This is my friend Sue, we’ve known each other since school. Got married and divorced about the same time. She’s lucky, no kids.” She laughed and hugged Zelda to show she was teasing. Sue didn’t stay. “I live in the same block. Just had to come and meet you after the big build-up from Ruth,” she said with a dazzling smile. “Might see you all over the long weekend, ” she added as she let herself out. Zelda made coffee for Ruth and me and then excused herself, saying she had to get up early for her trip to Pretoria for her dad’s birthday. We sipped our coffee in companionable silence until Ruth said: “I’ve missed you very much. I’ve been randy all the time.” She gave me a warm smile: ”I’ve bought some lovely underwear just for you and a vibrator just for me, although you can borrow it if you want. If I’d known how much fun they can be I would have bought one a long time ago!” We giggled over the stupid story about the blonde whose vibrator disappears inside her. The doctor says there is good news and bad news. The bad news is they can’t fish it out but the good news is that they’ve managed to change the batteries I told her I had also missed her and was dying to fuck her. “Down boy, not tonight, not while Zelda’s here. It’s just too sordid, me fucking a man young enough to be my son while my daughter is in the next room. I’m sorry, I just can’t do it. But we will have plenty of time tomorrow. I will make it up to you.” Seeing my crestfallen look she whispered: “I’ll give you a quick lick to see you through. But then we must go to bed – separately!” We finished our coffee and chatted while she teased me by opening her legs to let me look up her skirt. What a view! Diamond-patterned, flesh-colored stockings, with a suspender belt that matched the sheer white panties and lace-trimmed half-slip. Lingerie Heaven! With a broad smile she got up to go and look in on Zelda and when she returned she kissed me deeply and moved her hand to my crotch. “She’s fast asleep.” “First things first,” I said, pushing her gently against the wall and forcing her legs open. “Just relax, I’m going to have my evil way with your lovely pussy,” I said as I stroked her thighs and slipped my hand inside here panties. She trembled as I thrust two fingers deep inside her. “You’re wet, you randy bitch.” I whispered. “Guilty as charged, your Honour,” she whispered back, thrusting against my fingers as I found her clit. My other hand found a large breast and she undid some buttons on her blouse to let me slip it inside and caress the soft, wonderfully smooth flesh, the nipple standing to attention as I pulled down the soft lacy white bra and suckled her. She was starting to come so I pushed my tongue inside her mouth, stifling her cries as she spasmed again and again against my hand, almost breaking my fingers. After a final shudder she took my hand out of her soaked cunt and licked all her juices off my fingers, all the time searching my face with her eyes. Then she knelt between my legs, unzipped me and pulled my cock reverently from my underpants. Soon all that was to be heard was the sound of her mouth quietly licking and sucking me. I whispered I was going to come and she quickened her hand and mouth until I exploded down her throat. She lapped and licked all the come out of me and I stood there, knees trembling. With a triumphant smile she pecked me on the cheek and sent me off to the spare bedroom absolutely drained. Finished. I don’t know if you have ever read any porn on the web. The studs seem to have an endless supply of erections and enough sperm is spattered around to fill a gallon jug. After one massive, howling ejaculation they take all of two minutes to recharge their batteries and the sperm reservoir and are ready to go at it again. Sometimes these studs don’t even need two minutes, the penis, also known as the huge, throbbing, crimson, blue-veined personal battering ram, just miraculously resurrects itself in the twinkling of an eye, and is ready to inflict more sexual carnage. How is it done? What’s the trick? Even as a hyper-randy teenager I needed a couple of hours before I could get back in the saddle again and three times in one night was my cherished record. As I have got older I have learned to pace myself because once its gone, it’s “good night, nurse, see you in the morning”. But I digress. I was happy enough with my performance and seemed to have satisfied mother and daughter, one way or another. The weekend was but a pup so I closed my eyes to dream of Ruth and Zelda but the slim figure of Sue, the opera friend, kept nudging them out of the way. What was the matter with me, was I never satisfied? An Accommodating Lady Ch. 05 Zelda heads off to Pretoria for her dad’s birthday and Ruth’s friend Sue becomes a playmate/ I opened my eyes at 9am in the unfamiliar bedroom, initially disorientated, but my brain quickly got up to speed. Yawning and stretching, I manoeuvred my morning glory into the guest bathroom for relief and speedily completed my ablutions, including a shower and shave. Dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, I ambled into the kitchen, where Ruth and Zelda were bustling around chatting easily and making omlettes. It was all very domestic and I was greeted with a peck on the cheek from each and eased into a chair at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee slapped in front of me. Zelda was in a hurry. Her father had phoned and she had to stop off to buy various items for the 50th birthday party before heading for Pretoria to help with the preparations. She was very easy on the eye, clad in tight faded denims that accentuated her ample but taut behind and a snugly fitting tee shirt that emphasised the voluptuousness of her bosom. She looked superbly wholesome, blonde hair shining and only a trace of lipstick. Ruth was in a thin cotton housecoat, demurely buttoned to the neck but she had her makeup on and her blonde hair was still damp from the shower. “Is there anything special you want to do today, a movie or go out for lunch?” she asked. “No, I’ll go with the flow. I’ll fit in with whatever you want to do.” “Well, I thought you could relax here this morning while I did some shopping. We could invite Sue down, have a cold lunch, listen to some music and perhaps rustle up some pasta for supper.” I said that suited me and started on my omlette. I had a feeling I would need all my strength. Interesting, I thought, that she wanted her friend to join us. I wasn’t complaining, though. Sue, dark and slim, was a very attractive woman. I would have to be careful not to pay her too much attention and put Ruth’s nose out of joint. Maybe, just maybe, we could play together, the three of us, if enough liquor flowed. Nah, I didn’t think Ruth would go for that. Still, it made an exciting daydream, licking and sucking and fucking the two sexy older women! Zelda interrupted my reverie with a quick peck on the cheek and then she flurried out of the apartment saying she would be back before lunch the next day. After the door closed I got up and stood behind the seated Ruth, slipping a hand under her housecoat, caressing a soft breast over a beige bra that I soon discovered fastened (or unfastened) at the front. Her nipples hardened to my touch and I leaned down to gently nibble them. “Don’t move. Just sit still,” I said as I moved around and knelt in front of her, pushing her legs apart. I was feeling really randy as I eased the housecoat and half-slip up, kissing the insides of her thighs before nuzzling her between her legs. As I sucked her through the gossamer-thin beige panties I could feel them dampening. She lifted her bottom and I pulled her panties off and began licking her clit, using two fingers to thrust deeply into her vagina at the same time. She came quickly and strongly, gasping and shuddering, but before she could regain her breath I stood up and bent her across the kitchen table, housecoat and slip pushed up around her waist. Pulling my cock out of my underpants I rammed it straight and deep into her drenched cunt, pounding against her firm white bottom. Gasping for breath, she shouted out over and over “Fuck me deep! fuck me hard! I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh God! Oh God!” Just as her legs buckled I started to come, banging into her like a sex-demented dog servicing a bitch on heat until I started to ejaculate inside her, my knees trembling. Before I had finished pumping into her, she pulled away from me with a plopping sound, turned and got to her knees, her one hand guiding the last spurts of cum into her hot, wet mouth, slurping and licking, while her other hand cupped my balls. “Well, that was much better than a second cup of coffee. Was that the deluxe breakfast? Funny, I didn’t see crumpet on the menu! “ We both laughed at my weak attempt at humour. “I don’t suppose you thought you would also be eating some pussy to go with your omlette,” she joked back. Behind that matronly façade there certainly lurked a raunchy sense of humour! Ruth went off about 30 minutes later and I dozed in the sun on the veranda that offered a panoramic view of the high-rise flatland of Johannesburg’s Hillbrow. Almost before I knew it Ruth was back -- with a bagful of good things to eat, she said. “You make pretty good eating yourself,” I ventured, and was rewarded with a playful slap that could have led to something more meaningful, but just then the doorbell rang – the sexy Sue had arrived. Looking most cool and attractive in a white low-cut blouse and fawn skirt, Sue accepted one of the fairly heavy G ‘n Ts I had mixed for the three of us and we sat on the comfortable loungers in the shaded part of the veranda. “Just so you know, I have no secrets from my pal Sue, whether I like it or not. She always senses when I am hiding something and won’t rest until she weasels it out of me,” laughed Zelda. “I didn’t have to do much weaseling to get her to talk about you, her young lover from Bloemfontein, wherever that is,” Sue snorted. “After that weekend you were here she was positively blooming. I know the signs, the way she was wafting around I knew she had got IT! She couldn’t wait to tell me about it.” Ruth blushed and changed the subject and I made fresh drinks. The gin was making us all feel a bit mellow and we picked at cold chicken and salad and switched to wine. We chatted about friendship, marriage, divorce and lovers, and opened another bottle of wine. Ruth sat mostly quiet as I drew out the increasingly talkative Sue, who, tongue loosened by the booze, casually dropped a bombshell into the conversation. “Did Ruth tell you we are lovers?” she said, and waited for a reaction. It came from Ruth. “How could you say that, Sue? I’ve told no one about us. It’s not as if we are lesbians, we have just experimented a bit.” “A bit? When we’re lying head to tail, nuzzling each other’s clit, it doesn’t feel like an experiment and you know we both love it. Not that we are anti-men, Gordon, as you have discovered, it’s just different. It doesn’t mean we strap on big cocks and act butch. It’s all very feminine. Are you shocked? Well, I was a bit, but more titillated. Wow, maybe this threesome fantasy of mine was going to become a reality! Before I could reply, Ruth said: “I suppose we are talking more freely because of the booze but Sue and I did wonder how you would react to a threesome. I’m not the jealous type and Sue and I have shared everything – other than men – since we were girls. That’s why I set up this lunch when I knew Zelda would be away. Are you cross? If you don’t want to we will just forget the whole idea.” Forget the whole idea? This was like manna from heaven. Surely I was going to wake up and find it had all been just a delicious wet dream? But no, I was awake and these two attractive older women were propositioning me! “I’m your boy, do with me what you will. Just be gentle,” I cackled with glee and first hugged Ruth tightly before embracing Sue, stroking her body up and down over her clothes and popping my tongue gently into her mouth where it was met by a writhing, darting demon that threatened to rip my tonsils out. This was one hot lady! I looked over at Ruth, who smiled her permission as I undid Sue’s blouse and skirt, stripping her to a matching, virtually transparent, pale blue bra and panties, and stroked her buttocks, breasts and between her legs over the panties. “Put your fingers into me, make me come, sweetheart,” she mouthed into my ear so I held her and slipped one finger and then another into her warm, gushing pussy, making her squirm with delight. I brought my other hand down from her small, taut, breasts – although I continued to lick her tiny coral nipples -- and worked her clit with one delicate finger while thrusting in and out of her pussy with the other. Her breath against my ear became frenzied and she screamed out: “I’m gushing! I’m coming!’’ and slumped against me, her heart pounding against my chest, shuddering. As she stood against me I pulled off her bra and panties and lowered her to the recliner. By this time, Ruth was standing close to me, rubbing my cock. I told her to bend over and lick Sue’s clit and then stood behind her, stripped her panties off and stroked her from her clit to her bottom, making her so wet that her juices were dripping off my hand onto the floor. What a sight it was! Ruth with her skirt up over her backside licking the sweet pussy of her friend to a climax while my fingers were doing the same to her. As Ruth started to shudder, I thrust my cock into her pussy, still working her clit. They erupted almost in unison but I put my cock back inside my underpants without coming. I wanted a lot more of this twosome before shooting my load! We sat there shyly looking at each other and I suggested we get another drink and retire to the king-size bed for the main attraction, a suggestion that was met with enthusiasm. I lay my two willing slaves on the bed after stripping Ruth naked, and sat between them, playing with their cunts and telling them how beautiful they were and how much I wanted to fuck them. After they had both climaxed again I leaned over to lick Sue’s cunt for the first time while Ruth moved around to take my stiff prick in her mouth as I tasted her friend. When Sue came again, eyes glazed, I told her to swap places with Ruth and then licked my Accommodating Lady to a sublime (her word, not mine) climax. “Sue, lick Ruth’s cunt,” I instructed, and as she kneeled between Ruth’s legs I slipped into her from behind. All I could hear were licking sounds and muted sobs of ecstasy as Sue pleasured my Lady as I pleasured her for the first time. They just never stopped coming and I shuffled them around again so that I could fuck Ruth while she lapped away at Sue’s little furry thing. By now I was ready to explode so I sat them on the edge of the bed and stood against them as they took turns licking my cock and balls. “Come for us, Gordon, shoot your come into our mouths!” Sue breathed as I came closer to a monstrous orgasm. I shouted out that I was coming and Sue hungrily accepted the first of my ejaculation, sharing the rest of what was pumping out with Ruth. They took it in turns to lick me clean as I lay down exhausted, barely believing the wondrous pleasure I had just experienced. As I dozed off for while, full, fucked and temporarily no longer frolicsome, I prayed to a higher being to ensure that my batteries were fully recharged to see me through this fucking weekend. Talk about feast and famine! After a pretty lean spell back home I was in the process of gorging myself. How wonderful it was to be young, although I didn’t fully appreciate it at the time. An Accommodating Lady Ch. 06 They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder and to back up the truth of that old adage one need look no further than Amateur’s Home Page or Private Voyeur. I like to make a Net pit stop there occasionally, but more for a bit of a laugh than for titillation. I mean, is the guy serious when he writes something like: “My darling wife Godzilla, the most beautiful being ever to have been created in this universe and beyond, believes that at 50 she can no longer turn every man who sets eyes on her into a lustful, quivering sex slave. I seldom disagree with Godzie, that most perfect specimen of womankind, but I cannot allow her to demean herself by modestly espousing this blatant untruth.” He goes on to say that it is his duty, with the goal of uplifting all mankind, to share Godzie in all her wondrous glory, and invites rapturous comment from all red-blooded, discerning males out there who are sure to recognise perfection when they feast their eyes upon it. Then unveiled is a series of fuzzy, shaky (probably the result of one-handed action while the Instamatic is feverishly manipulated) happy snaps of a 70-year-old-looking harridan, with looks that would reverse the flow of the Zambezi river. In the first photographic masterpiece, Godzie is draped coyly around a couch, with rolls of fat boiling out of her grey looking, industrial-strength granny bra like lava from an active volcano. Further action should be viewed by only the most resolute of men. For the vast majority of us out there it is safer at this point to back off -- discretion being the better part of valour -- for what follows is stomach-churning beaver shots (a whole beaver seems to have been used) that are accentuated by the backdrop of maggoty-white thighs which have received enough hail damage to flatten a field of corn. And as more of this eye candy is unpacked, pendulous, flaccid, sacs, released from the imprisoning strait-jacket of a bra, make an erection-destroying appearance, topped by huge wart-like protuberances that appear to double as nipples. And that’s it. The show's over. Eat your hearts out, boys, you with mundane and dowdy little women. If the response is overwhelming, as expected, says Mr Godzilla in the message field, there will be more treats for us. There was one viewer response: “Way to go, Godzie, you are a goddess.” I pray that he was joking. Got a bit sidetracked there. I mean, what has that got to do with Ruth and Zelda? Well, it’s really to make the point that my Accommodating Ladies were nothing like Godzie. They were truly beautiful. Trust me, I’m a journalist. The three of us, satiated with booze, food and sex, slept until it was dark. I woke up to hear Ruth and Sue talking. Sue was inviting us to dinner with her maiden aunt, a longstanding arrangement that she wouldn’t like to break. Her aunt was fun, Sue said, and more would be merrier. It sounded good to me. I yawned, stretched and happily allowed Ruth to fondle my balls as we watched Sue dress. “I’d like to stay but I must get showered and changed. Save some for me, Ruth,” she laughed and went up to her own flat. Ruth languidly tongued my cock, her mouth warm and wet, but I didn’t want to cum. “Women are lucky,” I mused as I ran my fingers through her hair and rolled her over onto her back. “You just keep on cumming, I wonder why it is that men have to do some serious recharging in between.” “If you didn’t have to you would fuck all day and night and nothing would ever get done, the human race would just fuck itself to death,” said Ruth and I felt there was a lot of truth in her flip comment. Enough philosophising, I thought as I turned my concentration to the little furry thing in front of my nose. “Just a quick lick and then we’ll get ready,” I said. As I inhaled her fragrance my tongue nibbled and prodded her clit and almost in a flash she was groaning and holding my head close to her as she bucked towards her climax. “That was short and sweet. Thank you kind sir, and now lets get ready,” she said and padded off to the bathroom. I showered in the guest bathroom so that we wouldn’t get sidetracked and by 8pm we were on our way in Sue’s car to her aunt’s house in the posh suburb of Houghton, laughing and chattering like a trio of magpies. “My aunt was a woman before her time. She never conformed to society’s rules, never got married, never had kids, has a brilliant well-paying job, has kept her independence, and has had a ball. She must be 60 now but she looks like a very well preserved 50. “I had better warn you, she likes young men.” “What a coincidence, I like older women.” We were met at the door of the mansion-like dwelling by a statuesque grey-haired beauty – yes, beautiful, almost heart-stoppingly so. Her classically shaped face was stunningly enhanced by the deepest of blue eyes that coolly regarded me while she welcomed me with smile that revealed small, white even teeth. “I’m Hortense,” she breathed sexily, “but call me Hor for short and if you give me half a chance, you scrumptious young man, I’ll live up to my name! Sue, wherever did you find him? He is just my type, over 16, with no visible deformities!“ “Pay no attention to her, Gordon. She is just trying to shock you,” Sue laughed as the four of us entered Hor’s beautiful home. As she led the way I was mesmerised by auntie’s swaying posterior. An hour-glass figure with a bosom to die for. This was one well-preserved lady. Often, during the small talk and drinks before dinner, my attention would return to Hor’s fascinating face. If it had been touched by a surgeon’s knife I saw no evidence of it. Beautiful, I was smitten! I was placed next to Hor for dinner and as the genteel conversation ebbed and flowed around the table her hand would drop accidentally (ho, ho) into my lap and give my thigh a squeeze. After a few squeezes my penis responded and she gave me a delighted glance when next her hand strayed below the tablecloth and encountered an iron bar instead of a firm thigh. The wine flowed non-stop during the meal, served by an unobtrusive maidservant, as we were regaled with tales of life at the top in big business. It appeared that her femininity, brains and charm were more than a match for the macho, testosterone-driven businessmen who were her peers. After coffee she asked me if I would like to see the rest of her home. I agreed with alacrity and she said casually: “Sue, you and Ruth have seen it all before. Let Maria get you another liqueur while I show Gordon around.” Sue and Ruth smiled strangely and I wondered what I was in for. However, as they say, nothing ventured…. Hor took my arm and chatted easily as we toured the impressive house. When we reached her bedroom, dominated by an imposing four-poster, she beckoned me through and closed and locked the door. “Now you can’t escape my clutches,” she chuckled in what was supposed to be an evil manner. “I just about creamed my panties when I felt you so hard at dinner. Do you think you can help out an old lady?” “Old? Not you. You are wonderful, beautiful, sexy, breathtaking, but not old.” “You certainly say all the right things, young man. Let’s see if you can DO all the right things.” Faced with an offer I could not refuse, I launched enthusiastically into battle. We held each other tight as our tongues fought a no-holds-barred duel for supremacy, with quarter neither asked for nor given. She ground her pelvis into me as I felt for the zip at the back of her dress and pulled it down. I pushed her gently away as I slipped it off her shoulders, it dropped to the floor and she stepped out of it as I felt for a breast over the full lace-trimmed nylon slip. She gasped into my mouth as I covered her breast. I could feel the nipple hardening through the slip and the bra and dropped my hand to cup her bottom over the slippery nylon. Pulling the slip up, I started to stroke her bottom over her knickers, feeling the suspender belt and the catches to hold up the stockings. If you have read previous chapters of this tawdry tale you will know that stockings and suspenders, now sadly reduced to fetish status, were, and still are, the ultimate turn on for me. I browsed feverishly through her underwear, rubbing the crack of her bottom with two fingers to muffled cries of pleasure while I rubbed her panties over her cunt with my other hand before inserting two fingers into her hot wet hole. Finding the clit, I worked it quickly with the tips of my fingers and she spasmed and collapsed against me, gasping with pleasure. I pulled Hore towards the bed and she lifted her arms for me to pull her slip over her head. Now I could see the skimpy, transparent white nylon bra and matching French knickers (another of my all-time favourites because if you are in a hurry, and even if you are not, there is plenty of room to slip your cock in without removing them) and I lowered her gently to the bed. She lay there with a secret smile on her face as I ripped my clothes off and lay on top of her. I kissed her soft, fragrant hair and ears and neck and throat, moving my head down to her breasts. She allowed me to free one bra strap and I pulled down the cup to engulf a beautiful, tiny coral nipple and she purred with pleasure. I could have done this all night but there were people waiting in the lounge and it was time to move events along. I slid my mouth down her belly and pulled the one leg of her knickers aside and licked and sucked her clitoris, plunging my tongue deep inside her. She smelt so wonderfully fragrant and clean that I decided to pay this mature goddess the ultimate compliment. I got her to lift for a moment as I pulled down her knickers and took her legs over my shoulders while I licked her sweet backside, feeling it pucker as I thrust deeply. She howled with pleasure, gasping, mewling, murmuring words of endearment as her smooth bottom bucked against me tongue and I used my fingers to work her other hole at the same time. I got to my knees and pushed my cock deep inside her, with her legs up over my shoulders. By now she was reduced to a whimpering wreck, murmuring over and over “I’m coming, I’m coming, please, please. Talk about all cats being grey in the dark, she sounded just like Ruth! By now I was on the verge of cumming myself. In fact, if I hadn’t had the contents of my balls wrung out of me by the two Accommodating Ladies waiting down the hall, I would have shot the lot ages before. As it was, I pulled out of her and moved up to her shoulder as she eagerly grasped my cock and fellated me until I shot, bucking and panting as she tried to hang on and swallow the lot. But as eager as she was, some of it drooled from her mouth and she wiped it up with her finger and licked it as she smiled at me through half-closed eyes. “Thank you, my young warrior,” she said as she cradled my head to her breast. “That was truly wonderful. Will you come and see me again?” I promised from the bottom of my heart that I would, when we could take our time and really get to know each other. Young wines are sharp and zesty and exciting but sometimes you need to take time and savour fine mature Champagne. I didn’t know too much about wines in those far-off days but I knew enough to know that this was worth savouring. An Accommodating Lady Ch. 07 Hor and I returned to the lounge hand in hand, which did not go unnoticed by my two Accommodating Ladies, who were sprawled out relaxed on the sofa looking as though they had had a bit of a session themselves. Three of the buttons on Ruth's blouse were undone, revealing a very sexy white lacy bra, and Sue's lipstick had smeared somewhat. Nice to swing both ways, so they say, because it doubles your chance of a date on Saturday night! "That was a rather long tour," said Ruth, looking a bit miffed. "Did Hor show you all her etchings?" "That's not all I showed him. He has been well brought up, which is something you can pass on to his mother, Ruth. He is just as well mannered in the bedroom as he is at the dinner table. Although perhaps you shouldn't mention the bedroom part." They all looked at me strangely as I burst out laughing. "Sorry about that. Hor's remarks, although most flattering, just reminded me of an old joke that never fails to tickle me." "Well, share it, dear boy, let us join in the mirth and merriment," said Grande Dame Hor, looking and sounding every inch the matriarch. Who would have thought that five minutes before, her tits had been hanging out of her bra and her mouth had been wrapped around my cock lapping up the cum! "It's not really all that funny but the battleaxe wife says to the meek husband: "I want you to be as polite in bed as you are at mealtimes, do you understand?" "Yes, dear," he says and when they get into bed later on he says: "I am feeling a touch randy tonight, dear, won't you please pass me the vagina?" And then I fell about the place all over again but the three women didn't seem to think it was very funny. Ah, well. After a nightcap, the three of us said goodnight to Hor. As she kissed me goodbye she handed me a note with her phone details and said that if I didn't keep my promise to visit she would commandeer the company plane and hunt me down in Bloemfontein. "That's a good idea anyway. Come down and slum it with me. We could have a ball." "I might just do that," she said, hugging me before I got into the car. "Well, " said Ruth, I hope you have some strength left for us." "I'm sure there is a bit of gas left in the tank, as our American chums would say, but I see myself more in a supervisory role tonight, you know, sort of directing the traffic regarding whose mouth goes on whose sexual organ and when." They thought that was funnier than the joke I had told and we sang along companionably to the radio on the drive home. Once through the front door it was action stations. I told my two ladies to stand still while I undressed them. Ruth's skirt and blouse removed, Sue's dress discarded. As they both stood in their underwear I slipped my hand under Sue's bra, cupping a breast. She was wearing a skimpy, soft beige bra, so her breasts were easily accessible. As her nipple hardened to the touch of my fingers she felt for my cock but I diverted her hand to Ruth's lacy white nylon panties and told her to rub her mound while I concentrated on her. I stood behind her stroking her bottom over pretty damp beige panties and then pulled them down to reveal her lovely tight bottom which I nuzzled and licked as she kissed and pulled down Ruth's panties and began to lick her. "Move into the 69 position," I commanded and soon they were oblivious of me as they literally beavered away at each other, making soft wet sounds of enjoyment. Now to put my plan into action while they were otherwise occupied! I fetched the KY Jelly I had purchased against this eventuality and as Ruth was on top, I lubricated her backside, sliding the jelly in thoroughly to make sure I wouldn't hurt her when I did the dirty deed. She was way ahead of me. She pulled her mouth away from Sue's clit for a moment to look at me, half-dazed and in the throes of passion, to say: "Fuck me in my arse, darling. Be gentle, but put it all in and fuck me." I needed nothing further than that and I slowly and carefully worked my way into her back passage. Once she cried out with pain but said I should continue when I stopped and soon it was slithering in and out, tight as tight could be, with Ruth screaming with what I assumed to be ecstasy, although I wasn't too sure. She turned her head and said: "Do Sue now, she has never had it in her back passage before, either." Either! So this was the first time for both of them – and for me! I had never had anyone I would have dared to try this on. Certainly not old stony-face, the former love of my life. She would have got a big stick and stuck it up MY arse if I had tried anything like that with her! "Please don't hurt me", Sue whispered as she swapped places with Ruth. "I would never hurt either of you. We will go at your pace. If it's sore I will stop." She nodded and spread her cheeks as she prepared to service Ruth with her mouth again and I lubricated her thoroughly before easing my cock into her. I actually couldn't believe afterwards how easy it had been, but they both said that because they trusted me not to hurt them they had relaxed and let me feel my way in. Once I got into Sue she went berserk, grunting and spluttering as I rode her to one climax after another, and she did the same for Ruth with her tongue. I was ready to come but I wanted their mouths as a receptacle. And I wasn't about to ask them for that with my cock covered in shit. I pulled out of Sue and she lay hugging and kissing Ruth as I went to clean up. There wasn't much on my cock but I bathed it in warm water and soap, dreamily contemplating how lucky I was. They were lying quietly when I got back and without a word they knelt on either side of me, their tongues working their magic until I could last no more, shooting onto their faces and into their mouths as they giggled and slurped. After that we slept and when I awoke, both women had gone. I slept again until Ruth shook me awake to say Zelda was on her way home from Pretoria and I might want to do the tripleS and make myself presentable. "Be careful how you treat me in front of her. I am your mum's friend and now your friend, but that's all. Friendly kisses and hugs, yes. But that's it. And be careful with Zelda, that's all I ask! I know she is just a girl and that I can trust you. Just be her friend, please! " I mumbled and muttered that I would behave like a gentleman, but it was a bit late for that as far as Zelda was concerned. She had expectations of me and she wasn't the sort of lady who would be easily put off – assuming that's what I wanted. But although I was a conniving little shit and was going to do the dirty deed with the luscious and nubile Zelda, I felt bad about deceiving Ruth. But then, 30 seconds later, the feeling had passed. A standing prick has no conscience, was my battle cry. Bring on Zelda and let the deflowering ritual begin! NEXT CHAPTER For the thousands of fans who have been pestering me to write about Zelda and her virginity parting company, I promise it will happen in the next chapter. My partner is pestering me to tell the truth so I will have to amend that figure or sleep on the couch again. Don't get mixed up with an honest woman! To both of you who emailed me to enquire if I was ever going to get around to Zelda again, it's going to happen next time around. There, are you happy now? Why shouldn't I embellish it a little bit? Nobody would ever have known. Spoilsport! An Accommodating Lady Ch. 08 In which Zelda bursts forth into full womanhood She brought the warm Highveld sun into the apartment with her, lighting up my day with her laughing eyes and heart-stopping smile. Zelda was back from Pretoria and the universe was a better place for that! I was pulled into the mother-daughter huddle of cooing and giggling welcome-homes, trills of endearment and cries of “missed you, love you”. You would have thought the fair Zelda had returned from perhaps a six-month Antarctic expedition, rather than a two-day visit to Pretoria, 45 minutes up the motorway. I was as bad as they were because I had truly missed this beautiful, vivacious and extremely sexy young woman. I know I have been rabbiting on about fine mature wines and all that snobbish rubbish, but I had been craving a bit of firm-fleshed and eager inexperience, and here it was, ready to be uncorked and enjoyed like a young, tangy Riesling. All I had to do was figure out a way to clear the decks for action, and that would entail whisking her from under the eagle eye of mother Ruth, who had told me in no uncertain terms that she would not tolerate me taking liberties with her precious chick. There had not really been much opportunity to address this problem, what with my brains being screwed to mush by a bevy of hardworking and seemingly insatiable mature ladies. Perhaps Zelda would have some ideas if she really was as keen as she said that I have the honour of being first through the portal. “I’m so randy,” she whispered as Ruth bustled off to the kitchen. “Just go along with what I say to my mum, okay?” I nodded enthusiastically. She had obviously been giving this some thought and I like that in a girl. “I’ve done a checklist: wedding tackle in good order? Check; lust and desire? Check; eager young virgin available? Check; KY jelly? Check. Seems all is in order except for a venue,” I whispered back. “That’s why you must just nod when I speak to mum. My friend Anne, who lives with her mum and dad, has offered us their place as her folks have gone to Cape Town for a week. Anne will phone, inviting me around to dinner with her family. I’ll say we have someone staying with us and would her parents mind if he came along? Not a problem, she will say. Mum will ask if her parents will be there. Of course, she will say, and off we go.” And so it came to pass. Zelda’s untruths tripped effortlessly off the moist, wet tongue framed by luscious red lips and Ruth got no whiff of a rodent, as we posh people say. I think she was secretly quite happy that she could have some quiet time on her own and give her hot box a rest. We had certainly been whooping it up. Putting quite a lot of mileage on the clock, so to speak. “Fine, I’ll wash my hair and paint my toenails. Don’t be too late and, Gordon, look after my little girl,” she said, fixing me with a stare that let me know in no uncertain terms that I was expected to play the gentleman. I promised I would – remember the adage that a standing prick has no conscience? – and we were on our way. In the car, Zelda pulled me close, probing my mouth softly with her tongue. As we surfaced she said: ”I have missed you so much. I couldn’t wait for the hours to pass in Pretoria, knowing how bored you would be with old mum. Not that she’s so old, but you know what I mean.” “Well, she was very good to me and she’s really very attractive. Just as well you didn’t stay away longer, you never know what could have happened in my randy state.” She giggled: “You wouldn’t have got anywhere with her. She would have been horrified if you had made a pass. She’s not interested in sex. I’ve never known her to have a man friend, she’s quite sort of virginal, if you know what I mean.” Well, well, how little she knew her mother. Virginal! What a joke. I had a vision of my cock stuck to the hilt up Ruth’s sweet arse as she lapped Sue’s pussy and moaned in ecstasy. Well, I couldn’t imagine, and didn’t want to, my own mother having sex. As far as I was concerned, if it wasn’t an immaculate conception then it was a matter of her gritting her teeth and thinking of England during the single act of sexual intercourse that had spawned me. But I digress. As we drove to her friend’s house Zelda snuggled up to me, her fingers stroking my now-tumescent cock over my pants. In turn, I had my hand high up her thigh, plucking the suspenders of her stockings like a lute and stroking her firm, creamy flesh. Higher my hand strayed and she parted her legs further to allow me to pet her dear little pussy over her lace-trimmed knickers, moistness at my fingertips. She sighed, her breath quickening, and said: “I’m on fire, love, I just want you to fuck me, fulfil me as a woman. I will be your slut, your slave, whatever you want of me.” Sounded good to me. She moaned as my finger slipped under the French knickers, touching her little button and sliding into her hot, wet orifice, and she shuddered to my touch. “Make me come, with your finger, I’m nearly there,” she breathed, holding my hand to her as she started to buck and crush it between her legs. With a loud cry she reached her climax. “That was wonderful. Quick, but wonderful.” By this time we were outside her friend’s house, which was just as well, as my mind, for some reason, had not been on the rules of the road. Straightening our clothes, we walked up the driveway, rang the bell and were met by another vision of loveliness, this time a brunette version packaged similarly to the one I was with. “This is my bestest friend Anne,” Zelda said, rather ungrammatically, “we went through junior and high school together and are taking the same courses at Wits University. But I’m cross with her because she managed to get parted from her virginity last month.” This other teenage goddess gave a quick, throaty chuckle and said: “Big deal. He fucked me, if you can call it that and ran for the door. It was furtive and embarrassing. He had no clue what he was doing, he hurt me, shot all over my tummy 30 seconds later, grabbed his pants and disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. Hardly the starry-eyed introduction I had imagined for my first time!” This was an awful lot of personal information from someone I was meeting for the first time and all I could do was mutter my sympathy as she ushered us into her parents’ home. No shortage of money around here, it seemed, judging by the plush furniture and décor. I could happily get used to living in such palatial surroundings. Fat chance on a young reporter’s salary. You certainly don’t get into journalism to earn the big bucks! “Well,” said Anne. “let me show you to your boudoir and I will leave you to it. There’s a nice queen-sized bed in the main guest room.” Before she closed the door on us she and Zelda embraced, murmuring to each other. Probably some last-minute instructions about not getting blood on the sheets and steeling herself for the pain that would herald her entrance into womanhood. Zelda closed the door and turned to me, a naughty smile on her lips and her eyes shining with anticipation – or so I hoped. “Alone at last with no mum to worry about. Just the three of us, you, me and my maidenhead – and soon to become just the two of us. Make love to me, sweetheart, I want to remember this night forever as one of my life’s happiest experiences.” Damn! She was really piling on the pressure. Good old “wham-bam” Gordon forced into the role of honourable and considerate lover. Well, I resolved to use every move in my limited repertoire to ensure that my darling Zelda would have a far happier experience than the unfortunate Anne. If she wanted romance, then by fuck she would get romance! I took her in my arms in the centre of the room, peppering soft kisses all over her face. She smelt as fragrant as a bouquet of roses and as her breasts pressed against me and her thighs met mine I slowly undid the zipper of her dress and peeled it off. She stood in a cloud of white nylon and lace, her alabaster bosom swelling over the low-cut full slip. I stroked her back and her bottom, feeling the tight buttocks clench to my touch. I pulled down the straps of the slip, revealing the transparent, gossamer cups of her well-stocked bra, dark nipples starkly visible through the wispy material. “I must be the luckiest man in the world to be making love to you. I hope I can make this very special,” and in truth I was now on a personal crusade to preserve her starry-eyed romantic ideals. “We’re both lucky, then. I feel like I am bursting with love for you,” she said as I pulled a breast out of its cup to lick and nibble it as it hardened against my tongue. Slowly I moved her to the bed, gently laying her down, and loomed over her, nuzzling under the skirt of the petticoat until I could smell the wonderful clean fragrance of her juices. She pulled the petticoat up so she could stroke my hair as I nuzzled her over her virginal white panties. Her underwear certainly suited the occasion --“French knickers, especially bought for this night!” I gently pulled the elastic aside, feasting my eyes on her well-trimmed blonde bush, and began lapping her pungent, moist vagina, savouring her sweet taste. I didn’t think there would be much call for the KY jelly, not with all these aromatic juices. She sighed with pleasure as I gently removed her knickers, raising her bottom to assist me. She was now naked from the waist down other than her white suspender belt and sheer stockings, which would stay on for the duration if I had any say in the matter. “I just want you to relax and let the orgasms happen. Don’t worry about me, this is your night,” I whispered in her ear as I kissed her mouth and allowed her to lick her juices off my lips. Then it was back to the coalface, so to speak. Leaving a trail of feather-light kisses down her breasts and stomach, I arrived back at the port of entry, stroking her thighs lightly with my fingers while I focused on her clitoris, licking and teasing. There was no let-up from my tongue and lips and she was soon shuddering to a climax, followed soon after by another. She writhed and moaned and whispered endearments, then shuddered again and gasped and cried out with pleasure. “I’m having one continuous orgasm, I’m going to die, please don’t let me die before you love me properly!” A half an hour of this, my face dripping with her juices and my head feeling like it had been crushed by a vice, was enough, I judged. I had reduced her to a basic quivering orgasmic entity capable of identifying nothing but waves of hedonistic pleasure. I made my next move. Tongue withdrawn from her dripping orifice, I moved up her body to plunge my tongue into her mouth, fucking it cruelly, our hot saliva mixing in a swirl. “Love me now, my darling,” she breathed into my ear, and I pulled away to position my cock, which was twitching with anticipation. I rubbed my penis up and down over her clit and gently dipped the head into the honey pot. Impatient, she thrust her pelvis against me as a sign to get on with it and I moved cautiously deeper, stopping when I met resistance. “Now, my darling, I’m not frightened.” All very well for her to say that. I was terrified I would botch the job but it was now or never. One firm thrust and I was inside her. She yelped just once, then hugged me reassuringly (I thought I was the one who was supposed to be reassuring her!) and we slipped into a swift, steady rhythm of lovemaking. By this time I was having to think mundane thoughts such as what we would eventually have for dinner to delay the explosion of semen into her sweet tunnel. We thrust against each other in a frenzy of sexual lust and desire till she cried: “Come with me!” and we jerked and gasped as she clamped me so tight my eyes watered. The thrusts slowed to a halt and we lay there, glued to one another with sweat, hearts pounding. She continued to hold me tight, mouthing endearments. When our pulse rates had slowed she held my face tenderly in her hands and said: “Thank you my darling. It was a hundred times better than I had dared hope, you kind, gentle, strong, wonderful lover! Of course, she had no yardstick to judge my performance, but I puffed out my chest nevertheless, thinking modestly that I had done a pretty good job, even though some of those compliments were a tad exaggerated. I smiled down at her, still with her bra pulled down to her waist where it met the bunched up slip that I had never got around to removing. “Let’s get cleaned up and have drink with Anne before we go home. And make sure there is not a hair out of place or your mum will start giving me the third degree.” “Not so fast, Sir Knight, I will have my wicked way with you!” “Not much chance of that for a while, Missy Piggy. Batteries must recharge and we haven’t the time.” “Oh, I don’t want any more sex, not right now, anyway, but I want to taste our mingled juices. I want to remember how we taste for the rest of my life,” and with that she kissed her way down my stomach and lovingly licked my balls and penis, peeling back the foreskin and engulfing my shrunken dick with her mouth. Spent as I was, it was a wondrous token of her appreciation. Anne was waiting for us in the lounge and she and Zelda hugged and kissed. Looking like the cat who had just got the cream, which was almost true. Zelda thanked her for her role in Operation Hymen and we soon left for home, leaving Anne with a wistful look on her face. AFTERWORDS: And that’s where we leave Zelda and Ruth and the Saga of the Accommodating Ladies. I visited them now and then and we had some great times, me still having to juggle things so that the one wouldn’t know I was having the odd dalliance with the other. Soon after, though, I went to work in Scotland and when I returned to South Africa a few years later, Ruth had remarried very happily -- which made me very happy, she deserved a good life -- and Zelda, still the beautiful Zelda, had matured into a lovely matron with two young children and a rugged-looking husband. The only time I saw her on my return I broached the subject of a tumble for old times sake. She got all skinny-lipped and told me she would never dream of being unfaithful to her husband. How could I possibly proposition her like that. I should be ashamed of myself. So much for wanting to remember how we tasted for the rest of her life! And that, as they say in the classics, was that. To my eternal regret I never saw Ruth’s friend Sue after that, but her Aunt Hor used her company plane to visit me in Bloemfontein a few times before I went overseas. The old girl and I had some very uplifting experiences, especially when she elected to include her nubile PA in the proceedings. Perhaps I will write about them some time. I would have liked a crack at the almost-virgin Anne but never had the opportunity -- or the courage to risk Zelda’s wrath. I apologise to the many hundreds of people who pestered me to get the old finger out and bring the story to a stunning climax (okay, the five of you who mildly enquired about when the tale would reach some sort of conclusion). Finally, I would like to thank the people who took the trouble to provide feedback. Just about everybody had nice things to say but a few comments stood out. Ken wrote: You wrote, "Trust me, I'm a journalist." Excuse me? That would make you about one step more trustworthy than a used car salesman. LOL. – Ken (Thanks, Ken, we are usually regarded as less trustworthy than used-car and snake-oil salesmen) Mel wrote: A great story. Lot's of erotic content mixed with some smile material. Humour is a winner anytime. You have written an easily read happy (non-tragic, non-serious) near-believable story to stimulate the imagination. Let me join your other two readers in congratulations. Thanks, Mel DL wrote: Keep writing! Part of the fun for me is to know there were people who did have the fun I always dreamed of!! Lynfield wrote: How wonderful it must be to have a partner who shares your taste in erotica. I hope that you do enjoy doing Zelda, but you could stay with the mature ladies for chapters and chapters as far as I am concerned. There is an old saying about widows, that applies equally well to mature ladies: they never tell, they never swell, and they are as grateful as hell. Grogers wrote: Thanks for writing this. The South African idioms and your gentle language make this more a story of its time than many that I have read. I began dating in those days before pantyhose, when young girls often did not wear stockings, especially in the summer when their legs were tanned and the weather was warm. How very sweet they were. I knew some when they first started shaving their legs all the way up their thighs -- regularly, and in the winter too! (Ah, yes, sweet memories!) But my favourite was from JHR, who wrote: I must say, I've read a fair amount of erotic fiction and most of it has been, at best, so awful it tore the fabric of space-time. Yours was definitely not the most sexual story I've read, but it was definitely the best. A perfect blend of sex, plot and wit. At times, reading it, I felt almost as if this were an X-rated version of Jeeves and you a somewhat more adept version of Bertie Wooster. Anyways, I quite enjoyed the story and wanted to let you know. (Thanks JHR, I hope you got my cheque). Also, Sergeant-Major Joe. Thanks for the encouragement.