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Firsts (solo/FF/seniors)
by Derek Gibbs (dgibs@my-dejanews.com)
Date: 26 September
This is intened for an adult audience. It contains sexual content. If you are
offended by this, you shouldn't even be in this discussion area! If you are a
minor, then please go away, and find a suitable discussion area. Otherwise,
please enjoy my sexscapades!
***
Up to this point our sex life had been great. I married Debbie because she
loved sex. Of all the girls I had gone out with as a kid, Debbie was the only
one who couldn't get enough of it. I loved it, and we had lots of fun
together.
With other girls I was often shy and withdrawn, but Debbie was different. She
wasn't very shy, especially about sex. She figured that sex was pleasure, and
that everyone, no matter who, enjoyed pleasure. I guess you can't argue with
that kind of logic.
Well, Debbie and I were married at age 21, and we enjoyed fifteen years of
great sex together. We soon discovered that just normal sex soon lost it's
kick, so we looked for things that would add to our pleasure.
It started with magazines. I liked them for their pictures, Debbie liked the
stories. So we soon were reading all the pocket magazines that were loaded
with stories. Debbie would dress (or undress) in her sexyist little nothings,
and we would sit in our bed and read the stories and letters out loud to one
another. After a while, we got to where one would read and the other would
masturbate. Then we would switch places until we were pretty hot. And then a
lot of great sex would happen after that.
Well, after a while we graduated to sex toys. They were pretty popular in the
eighties, and there were a couple of stores that carried them. Debbie got to
looking at them in the magazines, and finally I bought her a big rubber cock.
We had a lot of fun with that, trying it in every hole, and sometimes with me
in another hole. We tried a few more toys, but plastic and rubber just aren't
what their cracked up to be.
Then we got talking about first experiences, and how fun they were. Debbie
decided that it made her so hot, that we just had to introduce someone to sex
for the first time. Debbie chose the 15 year old guy that cut our grass and
washed our car.
You may have caught that story a while ago, but the long and short of it was,
that I hid in the house and watched. Debbie went out to help the guy wash the
car, and they got into a water fight. When they got into the house, Debbie's
clothes were clinging to her wet body and it was obvious that she wasn't
wearing anything underneath. This guy was some turned on. Well, Debbie
insisted that they had to get their clothes dry, and took this guy to the
laundry room. Debbie pulled his shirt off, and then to his surprise took off
hers. She then tugged off his pants, making some comment about "What, haven't
you ever seen a girls tits before?" When he said no, she said that he was
sure old enough to have, and that she would show him all about sex if he
wanted. Needless to say, she got them both naked and threw their clothes in
the dryer and then she grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom, where she
started her lessons. I watched all this from our bedroom closet, and after
the guy left we had great sex. If you caught the story, you know about all
the trouble we got into. Well, that put paid to that.
Well, we kept on reading the magazines, and we started picking up the odd
porno video. .Video machines were getting popular, and so were XXX tapes. One
day, I brought home a magazine called the Key. It had pictures of swingers in
it, and we had lots of fun looking through the magazines and imagining what it
would be like to entertain someone. That got us talking about our fantasies.
Well, in the end we wrote to a couple in the magazine, and they introduced us
to swinging. Just us two couples. Well, Debbie really dug that. And soon she
was begging to go out and meet more folk. We wrote a lot of letters and in the
end ran an ad ourselves. It was during our swinging years that Debbie got
turned on to other ladies, and declared herself bi-sexual. That was OK with
me, I got to do lots of things with lots of ladies, and it never ceased to
excite me to see Debbie making it out with another woman. I wrote a story
about that to, and you may have seen it here a couple of years ago.
Well, after a time, our swinging fixation came to an end, and I started
wondering how to kick start out sex life up into high gear again. I thought a
lot about introducing people to sex. Debbie would still get really hot when
we read about someone having their first experience. I figured we would have
to try again. The first time we had tried minors, and that had nearly landed
us in jail. So as I thought about it, I realized that we were getting up there
in age. We were almost 40. Debbie was still in great shape. She had nice,
small, firm tits, and a flat tummy, and a nice ass that hung down just a bit,
giving it a nice curl at the bottom. She kept her pussy shaved, but with a
nice little triangle of hair above it. We could still be pretty active, but
where are you going to find adults today that haven't experienced sex? I
wondered about that, and then the answer came quit unexpected.
We had only recently moved into a new apartment building, and we didn't know
very many folk. we moved after our swinging days, because I got pretty tired
of people coming over, just to drink our booze and fuck my wife. Well, this
building had a lot of seniors in it, and I figured that I didn't mind, cause
it was a heck of a lot quieter than the rowdy buildings we had been in before.
Well, it seemed that Debbie had been visiting some of the senior ladies. Most
of them were widows, living along in their apartments.
One day Debbie had been in the laundry room doing her laundry. Another senior
lady was there as well. Well, Debbie got her things out of the dryer and laid
them out of the table to fold, and this lady got looking at Debbie's lingerie.
I guess she hadn't even seen anything quite like it, not that Debbie has
anything too outrageous. At least, not what she washes in the laundry room.
Well, this senior lady, Peggy by name, got to commenting on Debbie's lingerie,
saying that she had never ever worn anything like that in her day. Debbie just
laughed, and said that she understood, but the sexy bras, panties and garters
were visual stimulants for her husband. Peggy was surprised at that term and
asked her what "visual stimulants" were. Soon Debbie was explaining to Peggy
all about how men needed some visual stimulation to get them sexually aroused.
If they didn't see something, then they had to imagine it. She explained why
some clothes were sexy, not because of what they showed, but because of what
they suggested. Debbie went on, explaining that women were different. Visual
stimulation was ok, but what really got women going was light, physical touch.
Well, this was all new to Peggy, even though she had been married for many
years. She said she had never heard anything like this, and couldn't really
believe it.
Debbie just smiled and responded "Let me show you." In a moment, she was
standing beside this lady, slowly caressing her arm, ever so lightly, in small
circles, moving upwards, over the shoulder and down towards her breast.
Peggy's eyes got really wide, and her breath came in short gasps. Debbie's
hands glided over Peggy's blouse to just above her nipples. Then Debbie just
off and laughs.
"See," she giggled "it works every time."
"That's fine for you, young lady" Peggy responded "But I'm a widow. No one
would ever be interested in me. Sex is a thing of the past."
At this Debbie was crestfallen. She had never imagined that sex would ever
ever be a thing of the past. "Don't say that" she protested "You can enjoy sex
at any age. Now that your older and your kids have grown up, you can have time
for sex."
"But I don't have a husband any more" Peggy insisted.
"That shouldn't stop you from enjoying sex" Debbie countered "There's lots of
things you can do, without a husband, or a man at that."
It was Peggy's turn to be curious. Debbie just squeezed her arm and told her
to come up to visit her the next afternoon when I would be out. She would
explain everything then.
Well, soon Debbie was up in our apartment with her basket of laundry. She
came in the door, dumped the laundry on the sofa beside be and then leaned
over the back of the sofa to kiss me. She practically ate my teeth. A moment
later the TV was forgotten as Debbie and I started making out. She was one
hot, turned on lady. It took me a long time to get her cooled down enough so
we could talk, and I could find out what was turning her on so much. She
explained about Peggy, and the fact that she was going to teach her about sex
the next afternoon.
I immediately had visions of hiding in the closet and watching all of this,
but then I realized that I had an important appointment and wouldn't be able
to make it. I expressed my disappointment, but Debbie just laughed. "This is
for me to enjoy" she pouted playfully. "I'll tell you all about it when you
get home." she paused and looked at me sexily "You know what sex lessons do
to me, don't you?"
With that we grabbed each other again, and although I was sexually spent, I
dove right in and in a moment was sucking her pussy, and she my limp cock. She
started coming, and then I came. What a surprise. There wasn't much cum, just
a little dribbling out of the end of my little soft cock, but Debbie sucked it
all off in a couple of moments.
Debbie related to me later what happened the next afternoon. Peggy came down
at 1:30 and they sat around sharing small talk. Peggy was pretty tense, so
Debbie got her a little red wine, and put on some soft music. After a while
Debbie switched the conversation towards sex, and told Peggy how much she
enjoyed it.
Peggy said she had learned an awful lot the other day in the laundry room.
Her generation was never taught about sex, and frankly, they didn't do it much
either, and never never talked about it.
Debbie told her how sorry she was for her. She told Peggy that she had sex
with me at least once a day, and then usually solo a couple of more times.
"Solo?" Peggy asked, her face filled with curiosity.
"Yeah" Debbie replied, "solo, you do it yourself."
Peggy looked totally lost, so Debbie backed up and started from basics.
"You do know what sex is all about, don't you?" she asked.
"Sure" Peggy answered. "Its for pro-creation. That's how you make babies."
"No," Debbie laughed, "I mean, yes, it is a way to make babies if you do it
with a man, and you are at the fertile time of your month, and he is the one
you want to father your baby. But sex isn't about making babies. It's about
pleasure."
"Pleasure?" Peggy asked. "I didn't think it was right to enjoy it."
"Boy are you wrong"
"But, I don't know, I mean, how do I know for sure?"
"Do you go to church?"
"Yes, I never miss a Sunday."
"Good, then listen to me closely. Every part of your body is designed for a
use, right?"
"That's right"
"And you should use your body for what it's designed for, and not abuse it,
right?"
"I guess so"
"Have you ever heard someone use the expression, "if God had wanted to smoke,
he would have turned your nose upside down so it would act like a chimney?"
"Yes, my husband used to say it all the time."
"So, some of your body is designed for pleasure, and should be used for that.
That's why it was given to you."
"I'm all confused" Peggy responded, "what part is for pleasure?"
"Well," Debbie said thoughtfully "Didn't you feel pleasure when you had sex?"
"Maybe, I'm not really sure. Frank would just touch me a little, and then put
his thing in me, and then there was a lot of exercise. It hurt most of the
time."
"Boy Peggy, you should be glad you ever had children."
"We couldn't for the longest time. We finally had two. Why, were we doing
something wrong?"
Debbie just shook her head in amazement. "Peggy, can I teach you about
pleasure? Pleasure is God's gift to you. He gave you lots of special spots to
start your pleasure experience, and then he gave you a special pleasure
button. Just push it, and wow, off you go!"
"Pleasure button? I'm sorry I don't know what you mean."
"Well, lets go into the bedroom, and I'm going to show you how to go solo."
Debbie realized that she was going to have to go especially slow with Peggy.
So she sat Peggy on the edge of our bed, and closed the curtains. Then she sat
down close to Peggy.
"Now tell me Peggy, I'm going to start to touch you, very very slowly, and I
want you to tell me how your body is responding."
"Uh, OK"
"Remember how I said that women like slow, gently, light touches?" Debbie's
hands were already starting to move along Peggy's arm.
"Yeah"
"Well, if I run my hand very gently over your skin, like this, how does it
feel?"
"Nice, very nice"
Debbie's hands moved up to Peggy's shoulders, around her neck, and up the back
of her head, gently touching her ears. Then over her the top of her head, and
gently across her face, running a finger around Peggy's lips.
"MMmmm" Peggy quivered, her hands folded tightly in her lap.
"Just relax for a minute, and let me continue" Debbie coached. Slowly Debbie's
hands came over her chin, and down her neck, and then around the top of her
shoulders. Down each arm, and then back up again. "Just sit tight while I move
around you" Debbie instructed, careful not to let her hands loose the gentle
contact. Slowly she moved around Peggy, sliding her hands over Peggy's blouse,
down her back and around her waist from behind. "Do you like this?"
"Yeaah" Peggy sighed "it feels so good."
"Peggy I'd like to run my hands over your skin instead of just your blouse. Do
you mind if I remove it?"
"Well, I suppose not" Peggy said reluctantly.
"Would it help if I removed mine as well, that way you won't be so self
conscious." Debbie didn't wait for an answer, but quickly slipped off her own
blouse, and helped Peggy out of hers. "Now let's continue"
Once again Debbie moved her hands over Peggy's skin, and she slipped around
the back of Peggy and ran her hands down her back. Both women wore white
bras. Debbie couldn't help but wonder at Peggy's body. Later she exclaimed to
me with wonder how different it was from what she thought it would be. "It
was all smooth and nice, like a normal woman's body. Her neck and face, and
hands were wrinkled, but her body was sooth, and natural."
Debbie kept up her super soft massage, quietly instructing Peggy in the art of
arousal. She explained how some women were turned on by soft touch on their
ears, or their cheeks, or their lower back. As she talked she ran her hands
over all these spots. Finally she leaned close to Peggy and whispered. But
there is one spot that every woman enjoys. Slowly she slipped her hands around
Peggy's waist from the back, and let her hands glide slowly upwards and cup
Peggy's full bra. Peggy gave a little shudder and Debbie whispered. "This is
something I always enjoy."
"I don't understand" Peggy argued "I thought sex was all down there, but...
oh that feels good"
Debbie had unclasped Peggy's bra, and now, unrestricted she was gently playing
with Peggy's nipples. "It's hard to explain, but it is connected to down
there, isn't it?"
"Yes" Peggy sighed.
"Now, I want you to try this, solo. Take your hands, and gently touch your
breasts."
"Are you sure this is OK? Peggy asked.
"Yes, it is fine. I want you to discover what makes you feel good. Everyone is
different. I know what makes me feel pleasure, but I don't know about you."
"You were doing a pretty good job" Peggy countered.
Debbie slipped off the bed, and sat back in the easy chair we have in our
room, facing Peggy. She had slipped of her own bra, and was massaging her own
nipples. "This is how I start going solo. I touch all my favorite spots, and
then spend some time on my nipples." The women were quiet for a minute, each
one concentrating on what felt best. "Some women like it soft, some like their
breasts touched more forcefully. Are you discovering what you like?"
Peggy just smiled dreamily, so Debbie continued after a couple of minutes.
"Well, we need to continue on the second half of the lesson. She rose off
her chair, and slipped off her slacks, and slipped out of her shoes. As she
wore no hose, she was naked except for her bikini panties. "Now it's your
turn."
"Are you sure its OK?" Peggy asked again. Debbie took her by the hand and
helped her stand up. Then she slowly slipped down the zipper on the side of
Peggy's skirt, and let it fall to the ground. Next was the slip, and then
Peggy's shoes. As Debbie was kneeling beside Peggy, she just started slowly
running her hands along Peggy's ankles, and slowly worked her way higher.
Peggy was shaking visibly. Debbie helped her lay back on the bed, and slowly
worked her hands up Peggy's thighs. Peggy's eyes were closed, her breath
coming in slow soft pants.
"Now" Debbie instructed "lets get more serious. First we need to take the
panties off."
"Ohh" Peggy almost whined in fear. "I don't know."
"Sure you do"
Peggy remained rigid on the bed, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Ok" Debbie responded, "look at me." Peggy peeked from nearly shut eyes, and
then opened them a bit bigger when Debbie quickly wiggled out of her panties.
"Now watch this" Debbie instructed. "These are your sex organs. Have you ever
seen them?"
Peggy shook her head quickly. "Well" Debbie continued "take a look at mine.
See what they look at. Down at the bottom is my ass hole. Then there is my
vulva, then my pee hole, and then up here at the top is my pleasure button."
Peggy leaned forward to look closely. Debbie was lightly stroking her pussy,
her already wet crack providing plenty of lubrication. Then Debbie stopped and
looked at the dresser. "Here, lets get a mirror, and you can look at yourself
with it."
She retrieved the mirror, and in a couple of moments, Peggy's somewhat larger
panties were on the floor and the mirror was now between her legs. Debbie
instructed her in how to touch herself very lightly at first, then how to find
moisture in her hole, and slide her finger up to her love button. Then the two
women laid back and explored their own bodies, Peggy for the first time, and
Debbie, well, she was enjoying Peggy's first time almost as much as Peggy.
Peggy kept it up, but obviously wasn't very good at it. Finally Debbie joined
her on the bed. Gently, Debbie put her hand over top of Peggy's hand, all the
time talking to her gently. Then taking her finger, she helped her explore her
love button, teaching her how to get the maximum pleasure out of it. Debbie
explained the secrets of getting the right rhythm, just enough moisture, and
just the right amount of pleasure, so that it wasn't too strong, but strong
enough for a climax.
"What's a climax?" Peggy queried between pants.
Just wait a minute and you will find out. The pleasure will build and build
until you feel you are on a high plateau of pleasure. Then wave after wave of
intense pleasure will hit you. Those are climaxes. You may get one or two but
once your good at it, you can get lots and lots of them. Just let yourself go
and enjoy them. Don't worry about making noises, don't worry if it feels like
your going to pee, just ride the waves."
In a couple of minutes Peggy was arched back in Debbie's arms. Debbie's hand
expertly guided Peggy's figures towards Peggy's first climax. When it came,
Debbie slowed down just enough to keep it coming. In the next couple of
minutes Peggy rode over three wild waves of pleasure. Then she pulled Debbie's
hand away and collapsed in the bed.
"Augh" she gasped, "that's enough pleasure for an old lady"
As she lay there with half closed eyes Debbie whispered in her ear "Do you
mind if I do myself?" Peggy shook her head, so Debbie slipped back into the
easy chair.
The chair was there for a reason. It was our favorite sex chair, and it was a
favorite spot of Debbie's to masturbate. She slipped one leg over the arm of
the chair, and leaned back in her favorite position. She was dripping wet,
and terribly horny, so soon she was riding her own waves of pleasure. Peggy
watched in amazement as Debbie rode at least twelve waves until she finally
stopped, totally exhausted.
"Wow, you really can do that well"
"Yeah, well some days I'm more excitable than others" Debbie replied a bit
sheepishly.
A few moments later Peggy and Debbie had their clothes on. Peggy shared
another drink and then said she needed to go. At the door she turned and
kissed Debbie on the cheek. "Thank you for that lesson. I guess I really
didn't know much about it before. Thank you for teaching me everything you
know"
"Oh Peggy, that was just the beginning. There's a whole world of pleasure out
there that you know nothing about"
"Really, then you'll have to teach me."
"First of all, practice this. See if you can get up to five or six waves of
pleasure, and then we'll have another lesson.
"About going solo?"
"No, I have some other things in mind"
"Oh," said Peggy, but since Debbie didn't divulge any more she left, wondering
what else there was to learn.
Needless to say Debbie and I had great sex that night. As it turned out, it
was the beginning of a new career for Debbie. Peggy did a bit of advertising
to her friends, and they soon made appointments to discover all about
pleasure, and going solo. As it so happened, none of them knew anything about
pleasure, even though they had been married and had children. Debbie soon had
them all going solo, with a promise of a new lesson when they all got to ride
at least 5 waves of pleasure. Debbie also convinced them all that they needed
to cut their pubic hair so that it didn't interfere with them going solo.
Their hair needed to be short, and if possible, they should shave around
their cracks and ass. The ladies took to it, like they were learning how to
shave their legs.
Everyday the three ladies would gather in our living room for tea. They had
accepted that Debbie was now their sex instructor. Debbie said they should
call her a "sex counselor." They all laughed, and enjoyed talking about a
subject that had been taboo for so long.
"What's the new lesson going to be?" they kept insisting.
"You'll see" Debbie teased "but I think next time we will have a class
together, so it will save me time trying to teach each one of you
individually."
"I can't imagine what the lesson will be" one of the ladies muttered.