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Older gets even better

Older Gets Even Better

It was my day off, and at six o’clock I was sitting up in bed reading a trashy novel when Marco called me. I had wondered how he was doing after his first lesson in the art of love. When he had walked into Fantasy Land, the sex shop where I was working, I could tell he was nervous and inexperienced. As an older woman with a high sex drive, I took it onto myself to teach him how to approach a woman, and how to properly pleasure her. At my apartment he had done well for a virgin. After some instruction in basic interactions between men and women, I had jerked him off, then let him finger me to an explosive orgasm. His calling meant that he had overcome his shyness and was going on a date with someone from school.

“Marco, nice to hear from you. I take it you have good news?”

“Saturday I’m going on a date with Tina from my chem class. Sally, I don’t know how to thank you for helping me out the way you did. You said you would teach me some more; did you mean it?”

“I’m very happy for you, and of course I meant it. Can you come to my apartment tomorrow at 7:00?”

“I’ll be there. Last time before I came I, you know, jerked off? Do you want me to do that again?”

“Absolutely. Now, give yourself plenty of time and take notice of when you start masturbating. I want you to think about me, the way I looked spread eagle on the bed. I’m naked and you can see right up my cunt as I play with it. Work your dick slowly and pay attention to how aroused you ...

... are. If you are getting too close to the edge, let go, relax, and count to 20. Try to think of something besides sex, the object is to prolong the session as much as possible. When you do cum, check the clock. I want to know how long you lasted. And before you come over, pick up some condoms. Nothing fancy, just the regular lubricated ones.”

“Okay Sally, I’ll do just as you said. I’ll be there at 7:00.”

After I hung up, I tried to read but memories of Marco kept distracting me. Maybe it was the change in his attitude I saw when he left, his shoulders were up, and his stride had a purpose. Or maybe it was his cock. Not the biggest I have had, but one of the most beautiful. The shaft was the color of coffee with a splash of cream, strong veins and a bit of an upward curve. A reddish glans, when not covered by his foreskin, flared wide at the base and had a perfect helmet shape. Almost of its own accord, my free hand crept into my panties and lazily stroked my outer lips. The novel lost its interest as sexual desire took over. My hand pushed further into my panties as I remembered that first visit. I imitated the way he had probed me, fingers pushing against my cunt walls and tugging gently at my labia before pushing deep into my vagina. Giving up on the book, I stripped down and got comfortable with a towel under my ass. As I had gotten older, I found my orgasms tended to be quite wet, very pleasurable, but a bit messy. I had relished the feel of his foreskin as I slid it ...