by Marie Gray
“I tried to tell him it was that way for all boys his age, and suggested he go out with slightly older girls. He burst out, ‘But I’m too young for the girls I need! What do girls want? They show they like you, then you make a move and bang! They slam the door in your face!’
“I tried to get him to admit that he was used to this sort of setback. It was then I learned that he’d never …”
“Never?”
“Made love with a woman.”
“You’re kidding! At nineteen! What a miracle. Too gorgeous to be true. So how did you manage not to jump him then and there?”
“Very funny. Yes, I was surprised, but I didn’t let it show. He explained that until recently he was too shy to go out with girls, and wanted to make up for lost time. He also knew the first time was the most wonderful, delicate, and important.
“I preferred to change the subject. I was afraid, as you say, that I might jump him. In truth the more I thought about it, the more his confession was having an effect on me. He had never made love with a woman! I thought young people were so precocious these days … But there are exceptions to every rule. Still, I felt too generous of soul not to think seriously about what he’d told me. Maybe I should offer to initiate him into the joys of sex? After all I was single, and it could be fun. There were advantages for us both! The idea was so interesting, it deserved serious consideration, but later, at home, when I could think clearly.”
“But you finally gave in, didn’t you?”
“Patience! So we talked about this and that for about three hours, then Sean took me home. As I left him my mind was almost made up. But I didn’t want to reveal my intentions just yet. I gave him a chaste little kiss on the cheek and got out of the van. Before leaving he said he’d be at my place the next day as planned.
“That night I put Dave’s belt aside and started thinking about the task ahead. What would be the best way to proceed? There was no doubt in my mind that he was attracted to me. I’ve never underestimated my own appeal and I wasn’t about to begin. Nature’s been kind to me, and I’ve always worked to maintain my assets. Anyway, his attraction to me was quite obvious, judging from the towel on his lap the other day. What young man could resist the charms and desire of a woman like me? So what if I’m thirtysomething!”
“Not a lot of guys have resisted—at least, not that I know of !” my friend exclaimed.
“Well, there you go! And that wasn’t going to change. I had a few choices. I could always lure him into the house on some pretext, like in a cheap porn film, then unveil my charms in all their dazzling splendor. Or I could be more subtle and let him guess my intentions. But that would take more time, and it would be a shame for him to waste another minute. So I chose the first approach, the more direct one. Predictable, yes, but it had always worked and might be even more memorable for a young guy like Sean.”
“And for you too, admit it!”
“Yes, for me too. So I spent the whole morning working out the details. Lots of young people from my generation used to fantasize about older women. If this was Sean’s case too, I’d give him a run for his money. I chose my silver bikini, which barely covered my ample breasts. I tousled my long blonde mane, put on perfume and my highest high-heeled sandals, which made my legs look even longer. I put on light makeup, trying to look younger so as not to make him nervous. When I was finally ready I sat down in my chaise lounge, put on dark glasses, and became absorbed in reading my novel.”
“The poor kid. You really went all out!”
“Yes, and I could quickly see that my preparations were successful. Sean showed up a little before noon. When he saw me he could barely swallow for a few long seconds. What a sight! I let him work, pretending to ignore him, making sure to leap into the pool from time to time. That way he could admire my almost naked body. From all appearances he was dazed, and his work showed it. When he finished the lawn I asked him if he’d eaten. He seemed to appreciate my concern. I made him a sandwich and brought it out to him with a cold beer. Then he went back to work, just as distracted as before. From behind my glasses I could see he was looking at me every chance he got. My plan seemed to be working like a charm. When he finished shaping the hedges I invited him to go for a dip, and he accepted with joy. He took off his jeans—he was wearing shorts underneath—and leaped into the inviting water. I let him paddle around for awhile, then walked over to the pool myself with a slow and lazy stride. Sean gaped at me. The poor boy looked like he didn’t know what to think. I slowly climbed down the ladder, as if getting used to the water bit by bit. Once I was all the way in I swam a few lengths before joining him at the side of the pool. Passing behind him, I casually let my breasts brush his tanned back and my thigh slide down his buttocks, as if by accident. He jumped as if he’d been stung, but stayed sitting in the same place. I left him there, swimming across the pool once more, then getting out to lie down. I went into action: ‘I wanted to ask you … ’ I said, ‘There are some boxes in a closet I’d like moved into my room, but they’re too heavy for me. Could you give me a hand?’
“I told myself that if he hadn’t caught on, he must be really slow. But to my great delight he said he’d be happy to help. His face lit up. He furtively glanced between his legs. Apparently satisfied with the state of affairs, he got out of the pool, quickly dried himself off, and signaled that he was ready. ‘Poor sweetie, you don’t know what you’re getting into!’ I said to myself with a smile.”
“Yes, I can just imagine your face. I’ve seen how you look at times like that, just before you pounce on some poor defenseless victim!”
“defenseless, but not without resources! I took him into the room I was using as an office and pointed to a couple of big boxes on a shelf in the closet. He took one and waited for further instructions. Passing in front of him, I went to the staircase. I took the stairs slowly so Sean’s young eyes could get the best possible view of my hips. When we got upstairs I walked to my room, feeling Sean’s gaze on me, and shivering with anticipation. I took a chair and put it in front of the open door of the closet, climbed up, and made a space for the box. I turned to take it from the young man, making sure to lean over him so he got a good eyeful of my breasts. His Adam’s apple slowly rose, as if it were about to strangle his already difficult breathing. Turning one last time to get rid of my burden, I arched my back, sticking out my buttocks, which brushed his chin. It was then I delivered the coup de grace, by asking him to help me get down.
“Leaning on his shoulders, I slid down along his body and found myself in his arms. The contact brought a pleasant rush of heat to my body. Seeing Sean’s state of paralysis in this unforeseen situation, I took his hands and ran them down my body, then placed them on my impudent breasts. He was almost trembling, poor boy! I guided his fingers towards the fastener of my bathing suit, which was held together by just one little buckle, and had them perform the necessary gesture to undo it. My breasts were suddenly free. This time I no longer had to guide his hands. He softly touched my pale flesh, barely brushing his hands over it. He seemed to be waiting for some sign from me, further proof that my advances were serious. I kissed him tenderly, tickling his hot mouth with my roving tongue. Then, just to make sure he had understood, I pulled down the tiny bottoms of my bathing suit and slid a thigh between his long legs.” “He never stood a chance!” Liza exclaimed, feigning indignation.
“He certainly didn’t! And his erection gave me the greatest pleasure. His surprise hadn’t completely disabled him! I ordered him to get undressed immediately. He didn’t move at first. I went to the bed and lay down in an inviting position. He finally made up his mind, and stripped his clothes off with wild gestures. Seeing his urgency, I went to him and tried to reassure him, showing him that I wasn’t going to change my mind, that there was no hurry. He stood in front of me, totally naked, and his erection was utterly satisfying. I forced myself to calm down. I reminded myself he’d have a hard time holding back, seeing as it was his first time. But I couldn’t
leave him standing there either! He looked so vulnerable and hesitant, not daring to make a move in case his beautiful dream vanished. I had him come to the bed, taking his round little buttocks in my hands, and kissing his cock softly before taking it completely into my mouth.”
“Ah! the sweet little cheeks of a young man … what a delicacy!” My friend had a dreamy look in her eyes.
“But I didn’t dare go at it too hard; I wanted to prolong the episode as long as possible, though I knew it’d be short despite all his best intentions. But he tasted good and my mouth stopped obeying me, carrying on with the passionate movements it was so used to and liked so much. I took him deeper in my mouth, sucking harder as he went in and out, overjoyed by how erect he was. After a few seconds the inevitable happened. He flooded my mouth with his hot and salty seed. His panting breaths made me look up. There was a look of embarrassment on his face. I pulled him towards me and tried to be comforting, assuring him that I was far from finished. I kissed him again, and had him lie down next to me. I gently pushed him away so my hands would be free. And then, my dear Liza, you would’ve been proud of me.”
“What did you do this time?”
“I gave him the most beautiful gift in the world, and it’ll last him a lifetime. I looked at him tenderly and murmured: ‘I’m going to give you a little lesson on female pleasure. So pay attention.’”
Liza looked at me with deep respect. Once again I had impressed her, and surprised her with my ingenuity and savoir faire.
“I ran my hands down my silky body, teasing each nipple to make it hard. I asked him very quietly, almost whispering, to caress them with his tongue, suck on them softly, very softly. Then I spread my thighs and freed my sex so I could caress myself. I interrupted Sean for a moment and asked him to watch carefully what my fingers were doing. He did what he was told, fascinated. He was a good student. His eyes were riveted to my hand, studying every touch, every movement. When my finger finally disappeared inside he wanted to join in. I let him, asking him to be gentle for the moment. His hand did a wonderful imitation of what my fingers had taught him. He softly rubbed the sensitive flesh with a look of intense concentration on his face. Sensing he was ready for the next lesson, I showed him the little mound of flesh in the center of my sex. ‘With the right touches here, you can make me cry out with pleasure!’ I guided him there with all the necessary patience. ‘Yes, there … softly … let your saliva run down, it’s even better like that … that’s it. Now go around it, softly; suck me a little, lick me all around. That’s so good! Now put your finger inside. Gently! Go in and out slowly … faster … oh, yes! Touch me now. Go back to what you were doing before, but faster … not harder, just faster. Yes, like that … It feels so good!’
“Sean was great. He worked over me like a pro. I took full advantage of his caresses for as long as I could, attempting the impossible, trying to put off coming. But he applied himself so well that I couldn’t hold back. My orgasm was unusually powerful. It seemed to go on forever. Sean watched me with a worried look on his face. I took a moment to catch my breath, then drew him towards me again, telling him how much I had liked what he’d done.
“I realized he had already recovered. His stiff cock was pressed against my sex, which was still pulsing with spasms.”
“Another wonderful example of what a young body can offer!”
“One among many! To reward him I got him to lie on his back, kissed his soft face and adorable body. I didn’t linger over his cock this time; I wanted to give him what he’d been waiting for.
“I crouched down over him and had him penetrate me. He cried out a little and tried to move inside me. I held him back, satisfied just to lift myself a little so that nothing but the very tip of his cock was inside me. He seemed to understand what I wanted and let me lead the way. I slowly slid down on him, half an inch at a time, contracting the muscles of my vagina in a loving squeeze. I went a bit faster, giving him a foretaste of what he was waiting for, and he cried out again with a surprised look on his face. I massaged him this way for a few moments then got up. I asked him to kneel down in front of me. He did not resist. I turned my back to him and got down on my hands and knees, presenting my open pussy so he could enter me himself this time. Unable to wait a moment longer he plunged into me hard, grabbing my hips, abandoning all reserve, thrusting with violence, pulling out at the very last moment to shower my buttocks with his sperm. He fell back on the pillows, eyes wide, as if he were in a state of shock. A smile slowly spread across his young face with its peachfuzz.
“Huddling against him, I asked if it had been the way he’d imagined. Amazed, he pulled me close and exclaimed, ‘A hundred times better!’ His breathing slowed until finally he fell asleep.”
* * *
Liza was green with envy. She tried to collect her thoughts and remember why she had come to see me. But first, she wanted to hear what happened next.
“That first time was a revelation for my young friend, but he couldn’t believe what had happened. He seemed to think I’d push him away, if he tried to get close to me again, and put an end to his education. He kept his distance for a few days. I started thinking that for him our adventure had just been an excuse to get on with his own experiences. Maybe. But there was something that made me want to see him again, if only to confirm my skills as an instructor.
“I met him on the street by accident, four days after our encounter. Seeing me, he blushed furiously, not quite knowing what attitude to take. I gave him my most ravishing smile and kissed him on the cheek, then asked him why he never came to see me. He told me he didn’t want to impose. ‘You must have other boyfriends. I must’ve just been a one-time thing. Maybe you felt sorry for me or something?’ I explained to him, once and for all, that I had done it for just one reason—because I had wanted to! I insisted that our last meeting had been as good for me as it had been for him, and suggested he come back. I invited him to stop by a bit later that day, and he joyfully agreed.
“He showed up at my door in the early evening. I made hamburgers and we talked. The night was hot, and as it grew dark I suggested we take a dip. I took off my clothes in front of him and jumped into the pool. Sean came and joined me. I pressed myself against him, wrapping my legs around his waist. He was very hard. I let myself float on my back, my sex pressed against his. Then I swam to the water jet and opened my thighs. Sean came to me and added to the massage with his well-trained hand; he hadn’t forgotten any of what I had taught him!
“He went around in front of me and penetrated me hard. We floated together gently, anchored to each other. I just had to hold onto the edge of the pool and let myself float on top of him, our bodies weightless. After a few moments Sean pulled away and dragged me out of the pool. Lying on his side in the cool grass, he brought me towards him and entered me again. His movements were already more sure, more firm. He made love to me himself, like a big boy, with no interference from me. It was delicious! He was behind me, plunging into me, while his hand strayed over my wet vulva, looking for that most sensitive point. I helped him and came with a sigh, which he took as a signal to come too. He stayed by my side a few moments, then we parted with a kiss, promising to get together again soon.
“Sean had discovered an insatiable appetite. He came to my house at all hours of the day and night. I really liked him, so I always let him in. What’s more, he seemed so eager to learn, though admittedly, I didn’t give him much choice. Each time had to be different from the time before. And these lessons became more productive with practice. Sean’s stamina improved over the days. He managed to control his orgasm more and more in order to satisfy me. I showed him new ways of making a woman come, giving him entire courses on anatomy, and showing him the many possibilities of the common vibrator or any other object at hand. Once he even surprised me by jumping ahead of the night’s lesson and taking an initiative that I happily welcomed. He had been at my place awhile, and we had shared a bottle of excellent wine that made us gently euphoric.
We were naked, and Sean started to slowly massage my body. He started with my temples, making little circles around my hairline, then worked on my shoulders that were tense from working in the garden. Next he massaged my breasts with great appetite, licking and sucking with such application that I felt as if he’d known their secrets forever. Spreading my thighs, he first made me come with his hand, then with the neck of the wine bottle that he inserted several times, watching for my reaction, observing in fascination as my sex welcomed it with pleasure. Later that night I introduced him to the joys of a fur glove. I jerked him off very slowly, giving his member time to waken to the rhythm of my caresses and to marvel at the sensation of the fur on his delicate skin. It was beautiful to see his member grow erect so slowly! It grew bigger and bigger with each beat of his heart, and I took full advantage of every second.
“Sean also proved to be a master in the art of tying my feet and wrists to my bed, and possessed me as if he’d been doing it all his life. After several first attempts during which I showed the patience of an angel, he became an expert, knowing the exact amount of force I wanted him to restrain me with, and with how much ardor I wanted him to possess me. He penetrated me from the front and then from behind, thrusting furiously, and for longer and longer until I begged him to stop. As for me, to reward his many efforts, I showed him my whole repertoire. Slow dancing on the top of furniture the way I used to do for my former neighbors; then, an elaborate display in which I masturbated before a mirror, showing my young lover the many possibilities of a candle. I unveiled the secrets of nearpainful—but so pleasant!—masturbation, and pseudoforced sex. He found it all sublime. The first time I allowed him to take me by force I had to explain four times that it was what I really wanted. I made him hit me, slap me, and penetrate me with so much force that I had trouble walking for several days after.