My first experience with an older woman
I don’t remember exactly how I came about to have my first experience with an older woman but I was in my early 20’s and quite inexperienced about sex. Her name was Lucille and she was about 65, a somewhat chunky woman with big breasts, big ass, big legs, big everything. It may have been my first experience with an older woman but it wasn’t my last since she taught me the value of an older woman.
I do remember that she had just recently had cable TV installed. It was a new thing at the time and somehow I ended up at her place watching TV with her. We were marveling at all of the channels that were now available as opposed to the few on-the-air stations. We even marveled at the Weather Channel, a novel idea then but commonplace now.
As we were sitting there watching, I happened to glance over at her. She was concentrating on the screen so she didn’t see me looking at her. She was wearing a black dress that ended just above her knees with a somewhat low-cut top that showed quite a bit of her cleavage. Her hair was fixed nicely and she was wearing gray nylons. As I looked at her, I became aware that she was quite a sexual creature and I began to fantasize about how it would be to take her to bed.
We had been casually holding hands and I must have been unconsciously squeezing her hand because she suddenly looked over at me and saw me stating at her cleavage. “Do you like how they look?” she asked. “Very nice” I managed to stammer back as my face went red with embarrassment. “You don’t have much experience with women, do you? Well, that’s OK. Look all you want. They won’t bite you” was her smooth reply.
I averted my eyes, embarrassed that I had been discovered. I thought that she would send me away. Instead, she turned me toward her and leaned forward for a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm on mine. Imagine my surprise when she forced my lips open and put her tongue into my mouth!
Instantly the floodgates were opened and I began kissing her back. We kissed passionately for what seemed an eternity. I again thought about those luscious breasts that I had been eyeing. Tentatively I brought my hand up and cupped her breast. I thought that she would push my hand away. Instead, she let out a big sigh and let me keep it there.
I began to knead her breast and my fingers sought out the nipple. Even through the fabric of her dress and bra, I could feel it getting hard from my manipulations. I continued to fondle her and soon it was big and rock hard. I was wondering if I should try to go inside the dress for a better feel but that seemed too hard to accomplish, inexperienced as I was in undressing a woman. So I just kept massaging and she kept letting me do it. We had by now stopped kissing and I heard a small moan escape from her throat so I knew that she must have been enjoying it. I certainly was and I had an extremely hard boner in my pants to prove it!
Not knowing what else to do, I moved my hand down and began to feel up her quite ample ass. Again, there was no resistance but it wasn’t as nice as feeling up her tits. Then I thought about her legs. She was wearing nylons and I’ve always enjoyed nylons on a woman. I casually brought my hand down and placed it on her calf. I began to rub her leg up and down and was amazed at just how smooth and silky the nylons felt. The girls that I had been dating had never worn nylons as soft and sheer as these were.
“Do you like my legs?” she asked. “Very much” I replied. No stammer this time. “Do you like how it feels when I rub them?” I asked boldly. “Very much” was her simple reply. I moved my hand up and began to caress her knee. Again no resistance so I began to work my hand up under her dress. My hand began to deeply and sensuously caress her inner thigh. I marveled at how soft and warm her thigh was and how nice it felt to be sliding my hands over those silky nylons, every stroke going higher and higher. I was in heaven and the boner in my pants threatened to break the zipper.
Soon there was no room to go any higher as her large thighs met. I thought that I was going to have to stop. Imagine my surprise when she spread her legs apart to give me better access. Now I got a second surprise. All the girls that I had been dating wore pantyhose, practical but an impediment for a horny kid looking to get some cheap thrills. As my hand went higher, I felt a change in the texture of the nylons to a somewhat coarser material. Then, as my hand went higher still, I found myself caressing her bare inner thigh. Lucille was wearing real nylons and a garter belt! I was in leg-lover heaven!
Soon I reached her panties. It had never been this easy before to get to a woman’s crouch. By now, she was sighing and moaning so I knew that she was enjoying what I was doing. Boldly I slipped my hand into the leg opening. She moved to give me better access and I began to caress her now-available cunt. It was incredibly wet! I plunged my middle finger into her hole and she shuddered. “We better go into the bedroom,” she announced. I was willing to stay on the couch and not press my luck but she obviously had other ideas. I hadn’t realized that just as she had aroused the passion in me, my playing with her had aroused the passion in her.
She pushed my hand away, stood up, and guided me into the bedroom. Once there, we quickly undressed each other. Now I could get a good look at her ample breasts with those big nipples. Since she had given birth, the dark area around the nipples was much larger than on the girls that I was dating. The nipples themselves were large and stood out at least a half an inch. But the rest of her quite ample body soon took my attention.
As she stood there, wearing only her garter belt and nylons, I would have thought that her being a large woman would have turned me off. Instead, I found her bigness very appealing. Her hips and ass were large. Her belly, while not protruding, was by no means small and her legs were full with very large thighs. I was enjoying looking at her as much as I had been enjoying touching her. Little did I know that not only was Lucille to be my first experience with an older woman, she was to open my eyes to the world of what have come to be called Big Beautiful Women (BBWs).
While I had been checking her out, she had been checking me out too. My youthful erection was firm and hard, sticking straight out. She came over and took my penis in her hand. Skillfully she began to stroke it. Unlike the fumbling of my same-age girlfriends, Lucille knew exactly what to do and soon she had me on the verge of a climax. Then, to my surprise, she knelt down and took my penis into her mouth. No pleading, no begging on my part, she just took my cock in her mouth and eagerly and expertly began to suck on it.
As you can imagine, in just seconds I came. Then another surprise: she swallowed my cum! All the girls spit it out but Lucille swallowed. Rising up, she said to me “OK sport, your turn.” I didn’t quite know what she meant but we moved to the bed and she lay down with her legs hanging over the side. I stood there with a puzzled look on my face. “Eat me,” she commanded.
Now I got the idea. I knelt down between her wide-spread legs and pressed my face into her muff, the muff of a mature woman. Instantly I got that musky smell, not dirty but a mixture of cleanliness and sexual arousal. I began to try to lick her but really didn’t know what I was doing. “You’ve never eaten pussy before, have you?” she enquired. I didn’t answer but continued to ineffectively eat her.
Instead of laughing at me, she reached down and spread open her large pussy lips with her fingers. Like everything else on Lucille, her pussy lips were large. Now, for the first time, I got a good look at a woman’s pussy. Her hole was somewhat open. But it should be as she had had given birth twice. Above it I could see what I later learned was her urinary opening and then, above that, was this little button, her clit. “See that button at the top? Lick it,” she commanded.
Now I knew what to do. Eagerly I applied myself to the task and began licking and sucking on her now even bigger clit. I sucked it into my mouth and began to run my tongue over it. It got even harder and she began to moan and thrash about. I knew that I must be doing a good job. And then she said something that I have never heard a woman say before or since: “I’m going to pop.”
I’m going to pop? I’m going to pop? What in the world was she talking about? Then, with a violence that surprised me, she shuddered all over, gave out a loud cry, and came. I didn’t even know that women came and here I had just given her a great climax with my tongue.
We rested for a few minutes, Lucille lying on the bed and me kneeling between her legs. And then she said softly: “Do you think that you have another come in you?” You bet I did! I was getting the idea. She lay on the bed, I lifted her nyloned legs up over my shoulders and, like an old pro, I smoothly slipped my cock into her very wet and very ready pussy. Instinctively I knew how to pump her with my cock and, with only a few strokes, I put the first, but not the last load of my cum deep into her pussy.
That wasn’t the last time that we made love that day. By the time I went home, I was a very tired and exhausted but very happy boy. And, over the next several years, until Lucille moved to Arizona to be nearer to her family, we met on a regular basis. I learned a lot from Lucille and, in doing so, that inexperienced boy became a man who has continued to experience and appreciate the advantage of making love with an older woman.
I do remember that she had just recently had cable TV installed. It was a new thing at the time and somehow I ended up at her place watching TV with her. We were marveling at all of the channels that were now available as opposed to the few on-the-air stations. We even marveled at the Weather Channel, a novel idea then but commonplace now.
As we were sitting there watching, I happened to glance over at her. She was concentrating on the screen so she didn’t see me looking at her. She was wearing a black dress that ended just above her knees with a somewhat low-cut top that showed quite a bit of her cleavage. Her hair was fixed nicely and she was wearing gray nylons. As I looked at her, I became aware that she was quite a sexual creature and I began to fantasize about how it would be to take her to bed.
We had been casually holding hands and I must have been unconsciously squeezing her hand because she suddenly looked over at me and saw me stating at her cleavage. “Do you like how they look?” she asked. “Very nice” I managed to stammer back as my face went red with embarrassment. “You don’t have much experience with women, do you? Well, that’s OK. Look all you want. They won’t bite you” was her smooth reply.
I averted my eyes, embarrassed that I had been discovered. I thought that she would send me away. Instead, she turned me toward her and leaned forward for a kiss. Her lips were soft and warm on mine. Imagine my surprise when she forced my lips open and put her tongue into my mouth!
Instantly the floodgates were opened and I began kissing her back. We kissed passionately for what seemed an eternity. I again thought about those luscious breasts that I had been eyeing. Tentatively I brought my hand up and cupped her breast. I thought that she would push my hand away. Instead, she let out a big sigh and let me keep it there.
I began to knead her breast and my fingers sought out the nipple. Even through the fabric of her dress and bra, I could feel it getting hard from my manipulations. I continued to fondle her and soon it was big and rock hard. I was wondering if I should try to go inside the dress for a better feel but that seemed too hard to accomplish, inexperienced as I was in undressing a woman. So I just kept massaging and she kept letting me do it. We had by now stopped kissing and I heard a small moan escape from her throat so I knew that she must have been enjoying it. I certainly was and I had an extremely hard boner in my pants to prove it!
Not knowing what else to do, I moved my hand down and began to feel up her quite ample ass. Again, there was no resistance but it wasn’t as nice as feeling up her tits. Then I thought about her legs. She was wearing nylons and I’ve always enjoyed nylons on a woman. I casually brought my hand down and placed it on her calf. I began to rub her leg up and down and was amazed at just how smooth and silky the nylons felt. The girls that I had been dating had never worn nylons as soft and sheer as these were.
“Do you like my legs?” she asked. “Very much” I replied. No stammer this time. “Do you like how it feels when I rub them?” I asked boldly. “Very much” was her simple reply. I moved my hand up and began to caress her knee. Again no resistance so I began to work my hand up under her dress. My hand began to deeply and sensuously caress her inner thigh. I marveled at how soft and warm her thigh was and how nice it felt to be sliding my hands over those silky nylons, every stroke going higher and higher. I was in heaven and the boner in my pants threatened to break the zipper.
Soon there was no room to go any higher as her large thighs met. I thought that I was going to have to stop. Imagine my surprise when she spread her legs apart to give me better access. Now I got a second surprise. All the girls that I had been dating wore pantyhose, practical but an impediment for a horny kid looking to get some cheap thrills. As my hand went higher, I felt a change in the texture of the nylons to a somewhat coarser material. Then, as my hand went higher still, I found myself caressing her bare inner thigh. Lucille was wearing real nylons and a garter belt! I was in leg-lover heaven!
Soon I reached her panties. It had never been this easy before to get to a woman’s crouch. By now, she was sighing and moaning so I knew that she was enjoying what I was doing. Boldly I slipped my hand into the leg opening. She moved to give me better access and I began to caress her now-available cunt. It was incredibly wet! I plunged my middle finger into her hole and she shuddered. “We better go into the bedroom,” she announced. I was willing to stay on the couch and not press my luck but she obviously had other ideas. I hadn’t realized that just as she had aroused the passion in me, my playing with her had aroused the passion in her.
She pushed my hand away, stood up, and guided me into the bedroom. Once there, we quickly undressed each other. Now I could get a good look at her ample breasts with those big nipples. Since she had given birth, the dark area around the nipples was much larger than on the girls that I was dating. The nipples themselves were large and stood out at least a half an inch. But the rest of her quite ample body soon took my attention.
As she stood there, wearing only her garter belt and nylons, I would have thought that her being a large woman would have turned me off. Instead, I found her bigness very appealing. Her hips and ass were large. Her belly, while not protruding, was by no means small and her legs were full with very large thighs. I was enjoying looking at her as much as I had been enjoying touching her. Little did I know that not only was Lucille to be my first experience with an older woman, she was to open my eyes to the world of what have come to be called Big Beautiful Women (BBWs).
While I had been checking her out, she had been checking me out too. My youthful erection was firm and hard, sticking straight out. She came over and took my penis in her hand. Skillfully she began to stroke it. Unlike the fumbling of my same-age girlfriends, Lucille knew exactly what to do and soon she had me on the verge of a climax. Then, to my surprise, she knelt down and took my penis into her mouth. No pleading, no begging on my part, she just took my cock in her mouth and eagerly and expertly began to suck on it.
As you can imagine, in just seconds I came. Then another surprise: she swallowed my cum! All the girls spit it out but Lucille swallowed. Rising up, she said to me “OK sport, your turn.” I didn’t quite know what she meant but we moved to the bed and she lay down with her legs hanging over the side. I stood there with a puzzled look on my face. “Eat me,” she commanded.
Now I got the idea. I knelt down between her wide-spread legs and pressed my face into her muff, the muff of a mature woman. Instantly I got that musky smell, not dirty but a mixture of cleanliness and sexual arousal. I began to try to lick her but really didn’t know what I was doing. “You’ve never eaten pussy before, have you?” she enquired. I didn’t answer but continued to ineffectively eat her.
Instead of laughing at me, she reached down and spread open her large pussy lips with her fingers. Like everything else on Lucille, her pussy lips were large. Now, for the first time, I got a good look at a woman’s pussy. Her hole was somewhat open. But it should be as she had had given birth twice. Above it I could see what I later learned was her urinary opening and then, above that, was this little button, her clit. “See that button at the top? Lick it,” she commanded.
Now I knew what to do. Eagerly I applied myself to the task and began licking and sucking on her now even bigger clit. I sucked it into my mouth and began to run my tongue over it. It got even harder and she began to moan and thrash about. I knew that I must be doing a good job. And then she said something that I have never heard a woman say before or since: “I’m going to pop.”
I’m going to pop? I’m going to pop? What in the world was she talking about? Then, with a violence that surprised me, she shuddered all over, gave out a loud cry, and came. I didn’t even know that women came and here I had just given her a great climax with my tongue.
We rested for a few minutes, Lucille lying on the bed and me kneeling between her legs. And then she said softly: “Do you think that you have another come in you?” You bet I did! I was getting the idea. She lay on the bed, I lifted her nyloned legs up over my shoulders and, like an old pro, I smoothly slipped my cock into her very wet and very ready pussy. Instinctively I knew how to pump her with my cock and, with only a few strokes, I put the first, but not the last load of my cum deep into her pussy.
That wasn’t the last time that we made love that day. By the time I went home, I was a very tired and exhausted but very happy boy. And, over the next several years, until Lucille moved to Arizona to be nearer to her family, we met on a regular basis. I learned a lot from Lucille and, in doing so, that inexperienced boy became a man who has continued to experience and appreciate the advantage of making love with an older woman.
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