Oldies but Goodies

"There's an entire second floor that's not being used any more," said Mary Lou. "We got tired of using the stairs so we converted some unused rooms on the ground floor into bedrooms."

"Of course, you'll have kitchen privileges," Rose said, "and there's a private entrance and staircase you can use without walking through the house."

"That's for when you want to spend some private time with your girlfriends," Mary Lou said.

"I don't need girlfriends when I already have you three for girlfriends, right?" I thought I was complimenting them, but all three women shook their heads.

"A young man like yourself needs young women in his life, too," Rose said. "It's only natural. Besides that, a man who's seen with an attractive woman attracts other attractive women."

"I don't think you'll have to worry about me having women over here. Attractive or otherwise. I don't want to take a chance of being turned down again."

Nothing much else was said. When I got home I told my parents about the job offer I had which included a place to stay. They were excited for me. They were also curious about Rose and her sisters. They started asking all kinds of questions about my new bosses. I told my folks I didn't know anything about them because well, I just met them.

I told Rose that my parents were plenty happy for me, but plenty curious about them. She got on the telephone to my folks and invited them to tea.

"I don't think my folks are tea drinkers," I said, "unless it's ice tea."

"There will be plenty of other things to drink," Rose responded. "And plenty to eat, too."

Rose was right about that. There was a whole table full of goodies served by a maid and I didn't see a teapot anywhere. Rose and her sisters were just three elegant old ladies needing the help of a strong young man and thought I could provide that service. No need to be concerned about my welfare. My folks were impressed and told me later how lucky I was. I already knew that, but I made sure to tell the ladies that I wasn't on welfare.

"You won't need to punch a time clock," Mary Lou said. "You're going to be a full time salaried employee with life and health insurance, social security. The whole nine yards. We will have it all set up with our attorney and accountant by this time next week. Your official title will be Groundskeeper."

"Your unofficial title will be Stud Muffin," Priscilla said and caressed my butt.

"I can't believe you guys are doing this all for me."

"Pure selfishness on our part," said Rose.

My official job as Groundskeeper started the very next day and I was moved into an upstairs bedroom by the next weekend. That didn't take much doing, just my clothes and some personal items. The bedroom was over twice as large as my one at home and even had its own bathroom. The whole upstairs was almost as large as my parents' house not counting the kitchen and the garage. It could actually feel lonely up there.

I was prepared to work my butt off for Rose, Priscilla and Mary Lou to earn my wages and make them glad they hired me. I got up before sunrise to do exactly that. I figured that I could get a couple of hours of work in before anyone else was up. They would be so proud of me.

"Good morning," Rose said when I got downstairs. Priscilla and Mary Lou added their greetings. I greeted them in return and wondered how long they had been up. Maybe I didn't want to know. It looked like they already had their breakfast.

"Go tell Mrs. Rodriguez what you want for breakfast and then come back and sit down," Mary Lou instructed.

I said, "I'll just get some cereal I brought from home and then I can get started on my chores."

"You don't want Mrs. Rodriguez thinking you prefer Cocoa Krispies to her cooking," Rose said.

"That's for sure," Priscilla added. "She's got a set of knives that are wicked sharp. Any one of them can carve your guts out in nothing flat if she feels insulted."

It didn't seem worth pointing out that the cereal I brought was Count Chocula and not Cocoa Krispies. I just nodded and walked into the kitchen. Mrs. Rodriguez had 30 years experience as a short order cook and whipped out bacon, eggs, hash browns and pancakes in no time at all. It was all delicious. I didn't even care that she had already tossed out my Count Chocula. She told me she came in every morning and prepared meals for the entire day. Her sister was the housekeeper who dressed like a maid when they had guests. The ladies seemed happy to talk to each other while I ate. When I finished I announced my intention to start my chores.

"Stay here and talk for a while," Rose said.

"But I want to get some chores done. Earn my pay, you know?"

"You're not punching a time clock, remember? You're earning your pay by just sitting there and keeping us company."

"I don't know what to talk about. You three already know all there is to know about me."

"That's bullshit," Priscilla said.

"Exactly," Mary Lou added. "My sisters and I grew up together, stayed in contact with each other during our married lives and have lived together again for almost the past five years or so. We can still have decent conversations together. Even indecent ones."

"All we really know about you is that you're a high school graduate and that you're good in bed." That was Priscilla.

"Isn't being good in bed enough?" The ladies giggled and shook their heads.

"It's a good start," said Rose. "C'mon, Max. It's not that hard. We're here to help."

Maybe easy for them, but not for me. After a moment of panic I started telling them about video games I liked to play and why I liked them. I stretched that out for half an hour. That seemed to satisfy the ladies. They finally let me go out and do some chores. After lunch they all wanted to have sex with me again. I loved that part, but I couldn't help feeling I wasn't earning my pay with a three hour work day in my way of thinking.

The next morning started out the same way except the ladies wanted to hear about something different and they were not happy with just half an hour. They wanted a longer discussion although they did help me out by asking a lot of questions. They also taught me how to ask questions that promoted more conversation and to sound interested in what the other person was saying even if I didn't have a clue about what he or she was saying. I learned a lot over the following weeks and I actually started to enjoy having conversations. They also told me more about themselves and I got to see pictures of them from their younger days. They were definitely beauties.

The ladies used taxis and Uber to get around town since they didn't drive any more. I still rode my bike, but when I told Rose I had my drivers license and knew how to drive a car I became their driver to all their appointments like to the doctor or the hairdresser or to their lunches out with friends at fancy restaurants. They had a big, old Cadillac that was built like a tank. It looked like it was from the 1950s, you know? But it still looked like it just came off the showroom floor. It became my job to keep the car looking that way. They gave me a smart phone with some games I liked and I would hang around a nearby mall or something like that until I got a call when it was time to pick them up.

Sometimes they would just want to eat lunch at a fast food restaurant and that's when I would join them. This one time it was at an In-N-Out. I was bringing back our order when I saw a young woman talking to the ladies. She was an attractive brunette around my age. I nodded to her after I set down our meal.

Rose said, "This gentleman is our groundskeeper Max. Rachael works for the physician the three of us go to."

"A pleasure to meet you," I said.

"I remember you," Rachael responded. "From Roosevelt High, right?"

"That's right." I knew she looked familiar.

"Hey, Rachael," Priscilla said. "Are the girls at that high school you went to a bunch of lesbians?"

"Of course not. The majority of us were straight as far as I know. Why do you ask a question like that?"

"Well, it seems that Max couldn't get a date with a girl at that school on a dare." I could feel my face heat up with embarrassment. I felt like running away, but I stayed. I figured it couldn't get any worse than it already was.

"Max never asked me out, but from what I was told he could have gotten a date if he had spent a little time talking to the girl and letting her get to know him. He stopped asking after a while so we all assumed he finally had a girlfriend."

"Too bad for them," said Mary Lou. "They missed out. He's really great in bed." Now I was wishing I could just die right there.

Rachael giggled. "And how would you know something like that?"

The ladies didn't say anything. They just smiled.

"Oh my god! All three of you? That's wonderful!"

"One right after another non-stop practically," Priscilla said. "You should try him out if you don't believe us."

"Oh, I do believe you." Rachael responded. She turned to me with a smile. "Maybe we can get together for coffee some time. That is, if you're interested."

I couldn't believe this pretty woman was suddenly interested in me. All I could do was nod my head. Rachael picked up my phone off the table and typed in her name and phone number.

"I'm free this weekend. Give me a call." Rachael said she had to get back to work and left soon after that.

"Well, if that's not a green light I don't know what is," Rose said.

"It looks like you're gonna get laid by a young, pretty thing," Priscilla said.

"Rachael didn't say that at all," I protested. "She just said we ought to get together for coffee. That's a big difference from what you're saying." I was sure the ladies were just teasing me.

"That is exactly what she said," Mary Lou stated. "As long as you don't blow it."

"And how do I avoid blowing it?"

"Make small talk just like we make you do with us," said Rose. "It's not so difficult any more, is it?"

"I suppose not." I'd still be nervous as heck though.

"Then invite her upstairs to your room and fuck the hell out of the bitch," Priscilla added. "Just be sure to have plenty of condoms handy � unless you want to make a baby with her. An unplanned baby on the way is how I got married to my first husband. Fortunately he was rich. He he he."

Babies! Condoms! I had completely forgotten about that. I didn't want to become a father at my age. Not that I really expected to get laid. Rachael was probably going to change her mind about getting together with me anyway. But it was best to be prepared just in case.

I probably would not have called Rachael except for a bit of nagging from the ladies. I finally did call although I was all prepared to be turned down. I got a heck of a surprise when the pretty lady immediately agreed to a coffee date on Saturday afternoon. I was able to borrow the Cadillac and we met at a coffee kiosk we both liked. We had a pleasant conversation. Rachael told me she was 21, got married right out of high school and got divorced soon after their daughter was born. She and her daughter were living with her mother, had trouble getting child support from her ex and was trying to pay off some student loan debt working the physicians' back office and maintaining their website. Rose was right. I didn't have any trouble carrying my end of the talking, but I definitely avoided any talk about sex or inviting Rachael up to my room. Instead, she brought it up.

"Mary Lou and the others were sure bragging on your bedroom skills. Any truth to it?" Rachael's remark made me laugh.

"They're being very kind. You're probably a lot more experienced than I am. I was a complete virgin before I met the ladies. In fact, Rose was the one who broke my cherry. Anything I know about sex came from them over the past three months and that isn't much because they're afraid of me getting too enthusiastic due to their ages. I do appreciate what they have taught me and I enjoy having sex with all three of them. I guess the only talent I might have is the ability to get it up quickly and I don't have any trouble recovering after I cum. I'm just average sized. So no, I don't have anything to shout about."

"I'd say the ability to get it up and keep it up is plenty to shout about," Rachael said. "My ex could get it up twice a day and he fancied himself a stud."

"Yeah, I can do lots better than that. Maybe ten times a day." The ladies always gave me the weekend off so I was fresh. Of course, I no longer had the need to jack off either.

"Care to back up that claim with a little demonstration?"

"Anytime and anywhere," was my response. I was sure she was just teasing me, but now I felt comfortable teasing her right back.

"Do you have your own place?"

"They let me stay in an upstairs bedroom and I have the entire floor to myself because they don't like to climb the stairs anymore."

"Will they mind?"

"Not at all. In fact, the ladies have been encouraging me to bring girls up there ever since I moved in. You'll be the first if you're serious."

"How can I not be serious when you have ringing endorsements from three elegant women. Those aren't handed out lightly, you know." I felt my face warming up from embarrassment, but I felt proud too. Rachael agreed to meet me back at the house later that afternoon. As soon as we parted I drove to the store and bought a box of condoms. I thought two dozen should last me for a while. I returned home to clean up my room and make it half way presentable and then went downstairs to tell the ladies I was expecting a guest. Rachael was already here talking to them.

"My mom is able to watch my daughter for the rest of the day so here I am."

"We were just asking Rachael here to please be gentle with you," said Rose.

"She says she wants you begging for mercy, but you aren't going to get any," Mary Lou added.

"We'll be down here praying for you, Max." That was Priscilla.

"Don't listen to them, Max. Trust me. I'll be gentle with you."

"Hey, isn't that my line?"

"No," the women chorused and started giggling. I just shook my head. 'Let them have their fun and I'll have mine,' I thought. I reached out my hand to Rachael. She took it and we headed upstairs.

As soon as we walked through the bedroom door our clothes started coming off. I was naked in no time at all and I just stood there for a few moments admiring my new friend's body as she finished undressing. She was impatient though and pushed me down on the bed, straddled me cowgirl style and sank down on my stiff prick except Rachael was plenty wet already and didn't need any lotion. I lay there just like I did with the ladies and let her do her thing, but Rachael wasn't having any of that.

"Move!" she demanded. "Damn you!" I finally realized my mistake. Rachael wasn't afraid of me breaking anything like the ladies were and I started thrusting back into her. I knew exactly what to do because I had seen plenty of that on the porn sites. After that we did missionary position, reverse cowgirl, doggy and some positions I wasn't even sure had a name. I think the only thing we didn't try was hanging upside down from the doorway. I think I set a personal record for cums.

***

"We weren't bullshitting you," said Priscilla. "Were we."

"Let me put it this way," Rachael responded. "Where do I sign up to be a member of Max's harem?"

"Harem? I don't have any harem," I protested.

"I kind of like the sound of being a harem girl," said Mary Lou.

"I do too," said Rose.

"That makes three of us," Priscilla added. "And Rachael makes four."

"I want to have Max's babies," Rachael said.

"Uh, I don't think I'm ready to be a father."

"It might already be too late. I'm not on birth control and you didn't use condoms."

"Oops." Dang! I knew I was forgetting something.

"No playing favorites," said Rose. "If you give Rachael babies, then you have to give the rest of us babies, too." Mary Lou and Priscilla smiled and nodded. I wasn't sure if they were just teasing me so I just smiled.

"I'll do my best," I said.

Rachael and her daughter moved into the upstairs with me. The ladies hired my new harem girl to help run their web businesses and she is making good progress in paying off her student debt. The only who has announced a pregnancy is Rachael, but not for lack of trying with the others. I am still doing my groundskeeper duties and life has been good. I feel pretty good about how things are going, but I'm not about to tempt fate by trying to add to the harem.