GIRL 86
FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH GIRL
She jumped off the page at me the moment she emailed me. She was outside my search criteria because she was, I'm not kidding, 55 years old but wearing the body and face of a 30 year old.
I liked her bubbly, funny, sexual personality, but we argued about anal sex - she liked watching it in porn, she'd masturbated anally, but fought off the idea of a throbbing hard, huge penis back there, whereas it had become my dating litmus test.
But perhaps the real reason I made my appearance at the upscale restaurant is curiosity. What did her drivers license say? Was she really 55? There was no way those luscious photos were of someone over 35.
In person, she was 35 and even more beautiful than her photographs. I adored her, and she thought I was funny and sexy and romantic.
After dinner, we were necking in the car when she suggested we go to a hotel near her. She won't ever admit that it was her idea - she planted the suggestion in my mind in the classic female way: "Gee, my daughter is at my house, so we can't go there, and your son is at your house, but I'd really love to be with you. If there were a cheap by-the-hour hotel I'd take you there right now. Too bad there's only that expensive Marriott around here."
I put the car into drive, took her to the Marriott, shut the door behind us, peeled off her clothes, ate her pussy until she came - all the while with my right index finger thrust deep in her quivering ass - then fucked her through three more female orgasms.
As usual, though, I couldn't cum, so I lay on my back, put her face in my lap, and stroked myself until I put a white, hot, creamy load all over that lovely 35-year-old face. Or 55 year old, depending on whether you believed that drivers license.
I kissed her at her car and drove home, and the next day my cock was irritated. It turned out that it's a bad idea to masturbate with a finger that's been in a rectum, as I got something in my urethra from it, but for a few phone calls we were both panicked.
The one thing I found out from Fountain of Youth Girl was that she loved creative half-crazy men, and that pretty much described me.
But I decided to move on. I could really only be playing with a 55 year old. A serious relationship? I couldn't visualize it.
We stayed in touch though, and weeks later she called in triumph to tell me that she'd just had a nine inch cock balls-deep in her ass, and she was so thrilled that she could take it all, she simply had to tell me.
How did you like it, I asked.
Oh my God, she said, it was better than the regular way.
Did you cum?
No, she said, she was too self-conscious about whether she could handle it, but her next rendezvous with the man - at the same Marriott - she was planning to lie back, shut her eyes, take it up the ass and just ride it to Orgasmville.
Pleasant journey, I wished her, and hung up the phone with a smile on my face.
I liked the idea that perhaps I didn't damage everyone who walked within kissing distance of me. The thought that a woman left me better than when she'd arrived in my life was intoxicating.
Maybe, I thought, I could build on that.
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