I have a secret for you younger guys, you twenty-somethings. If you want a gal who is very good in bed, check out older women -- the ones in their late forties and early fifties. They are generally hotter than a two-dollar pistol in a bad western, and they have the equivalent of your lifetime of experience. They know what they are doing. They've had 20 to 30 years of practice. One key is menopause. It does for a woman what a vasectomy does for a man: it takes the worry out of being close. As Benjamin Franklin put it: They don't yell; they don't tell; they don't swell; and they are grateful as hell.
I can guess your objection. It would be like fucking your mother. That's what I used to think until I met Millie. She straightened me out in more ways than one.
She was forty-seven when we met; I was twenty-two. She had a daughter my age, but they could pass for sisters. Both had 34D tits, solid flat tummies, gently flaring hips, long strong legs. Both jogged five miles a day and worked out at a health club three times a week. They were natural blondes. I personally checked that out. A man could drown in their sparkling blue eyes. I met the daughter, Janis, first, and she introduced me to her mother.
I kept myself in shape back then. I did my jogging and calisthenics, plus I was a pretty good swimmer. I was far from Olympic material, but I won a few trophies in high school and college. Also I had an ego the size of the Hindenburg. I thought I was God's gift to women, especially in bed. I had a fat nine-inch cock (still do) and I'd screw girls all night before cumming. I'd heard that girls liked guys with lots of staying power, and I was determined to show them how good I was. Even when they begged me to cum because they were getting sore, I'd still hold back. I had lots of one-night stands, but I didn't care. They just added more notches to my bedpost. I admit it now: I was an asshole.
I met Janis at work. I was fresh out of college working at my first job as an entry-level accountant. She was the receptionist for the department. We hit it off pretty well. Our first date was just three weeks after we met.
Dinner was the typical getting-to-know-you routine. She had the equivalent of two years of college, although most of her classes were secretarial vo-tech in nature. She was not the dumb blonde secretary stereotype. In addition to genuinely liking her job, she had lots of outside interests. We were both into jogging, so we set up some running and workout dates.
Her mother joined us for our first run. Oh brother, I thought when Janis said she would be joining us, just what I didn't need, a chaperone. When I saw Millie, I became doubly confused. Which beauty should I try to bed first, the daughter or the mother? Millie would probably have had an easier time accommodating my oversized cock, but she was also married and, therefore, would be harder to seduce. I definitely wanted both of them.
I met them at Millie's house on Saturday morning. I wasn't two minutes out of my car when we were running down the street. They wore sports bras to keep their breasts from bouncing all over the place. Even with the heavy fabric, their abundant curves were impossible to hide. We took it easy, or I should say they took it easy. We finished the five miles in forty-five minutes. They were ready to do another five, but I was totally winded. "You young guys just can't hang," Millie said as she stuck an elbow in my ribs. "Are you going to let an old broad like me show you up?"
"I'd say," I said between gasps, "that you're younger than me."
"Okay, you go inside and rest. Come on, Janis, let's show him which is the fair sex." Off they went around the corner laughing at my fatigued state.
I went into Millie's kitchen, found a glass, and downed two glassfuls of water. I sat down and laid my head on the table. The next thing I knew an hour had passed, and they were coming through the door. "Sorry to take so long," Janis said. "Mom had to get some things at the store." Millie put a bag on the table, took a couple meat packages out of it, and put them in the refrigerator. The woman was incredible. She had just run ten miles, part of it carrying ten pounds of groceries, and she wasn't even breathing hard. Somehow I had to get her into bed.
"Can I help you with something, Mom?" Janis asked.
"I'm okay," Millie said. "Why don't you two go shower while I fix breakfast?" She said that so casually. What was I getting into? Did she think Janis and I would shower together? It sure seemed like it.
"I didn't bring a change of clothes," I said.
