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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 casino oyna 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 canlı casino 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 kaçak casino 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.
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