I married a woman with three teenage daughters. Take a word to the wise from a now-experienced professional in the subject - don't try this at home!
Mabel was thirty-two years old to my thirty-three. When we were married, she had three daughters; one was eighteen (Jill), and two were seventeen year-old twins (Jessie and Jassie) at the time we were married. Yes, I did the math there, too. She conceived during her eighth year of school and again barely a year later. I was only fifteen years older than her eldest daughter.
Before I asked Mabel to marry me, I asked her what she thought about having one or two babies with me. She all but insisted that it be two or three.
After we were married, we just had fun for the first couple of years before I began thinking about becoming a daddy in my own right; only to run headlong into her fervent assertion that there was no way she was going to subject herself to getting fat again and losing her figure. It seems I'd stepped into a trap, and it only got worse.
Unlike their mom, her daughters had made it into high school; but were years behind their peers because they were lazy; and, following their mother's example, they were relying solely on their looks to get them by. They either skipped or slept through their clsases, had boys do their homework for kisses, and stole the answers to tests they managed to fail anyway.
Mom was a stone fox, no doubt; and so were all three of them. Regretably, also taking a page from dear old mom, all three of them loved to play 'dumb sexy blonde' to the hilt. All four of them had 'pet rocks' for a very good reason...they could bond with their pets better than a boy and his dog.
They only dated the hottest hunks, sports team captains, and highest scoring stars; but at that time, all three together couldn't have reasoned themselves out of a wet paper bag if they'd had machetes.
They would have never thought to just rip it open and step out. Their motto is, "why think when you can find a 'big cock jock' to do it for you?" Of course, none of their boyfriends would have figured it out either.
It didn't take me long to figure out that all three of them were sexually active too; and likely to be mothers themselves long before they graduated, let alone old enough to take good care of kids by themselves.
Their mom had been remiss on that subject in particular. She hadn't taught them one damn thing about sex. In fact, she seemed to want to avoid any discussion or knowledge of that subject at all costs.
The girls didn't know anything about anything, just reacted. If it felt good, they did it. They didn't know their cycles were on a predictable schedule. When they bled, they used tampons. When they weren't, they didn't. They just always kept two or three in their purses. That was the extent of it.
They knew women had babies, but had no idea of how it was accomplished; dittoe on diseases. As a result, they fucked anybody at any time, bareback.
It's a miracle that they hadn't gotten pregnant already. I had to do something immediately. I tried talking to my wife, their mother, but she just shrugged her shoulders and said "What will be, will be". I had to take matters into my own hands, or end up stuck raising three bastard babies while momma watched soap operas and the girls just partied on.
I got busy and found out exactly what they were doing, when, where, and with whom. I tracked everything about them. There wasn't anything they knew about themselves that I didn't know, and I knew more than they did on virtually all subjects.
But, I didn't tell their mom. I figured the whole house might have blown skyhigh in that argument. I took the smart route and took it to the girls, one at a time, oldest first.
I decided I needed to instruct the girls before they got into trouble. I knew their 'boyfriends' had no clue about sex other than the old reliable "stick it in, pull it out; push, pull, pop a nut; wham bam, thank you ma'am".
That was my way in the door. After trying for weeks to explain the pros and cons of sex at their ages, it was abundantly clear that not one word I'd said had stopped between the ears it went it and the ears it went out.
If I was to avoid the problem of raising three babies on my own, a radical new approach was required. I looked forward to raising kids from birth through college, but I'd be damned if I'd diaper someone else's at 3am. Fortunately, by this time, all three girls had passed their eighteenth birthdays, and I had a little bit more room to maneuver.
I waited for the right opportunity before I moved on Jill. Trying a new approach to the situation, I pointed out that her boyfriend didn't have any idea of what it took to please a 'woman'. I knew the 'woman' reference would play to her lack of self-confidence and esteem about still being a 'girl'.
"Jill, your boyfriend is nothing more than an inexperienced little boy playing with his pee-pee and only making himself feel good by squirting in you instead of a napkin. He doesn't know or care if you enjoy it or not."
"What you need is someone a little older and wiser in the sexual arts, who can make you scream for more until you go hoarse and pass out from the pleasure."
I went for her jugular. "Jill, has any boy ever given you an orgasm that made you quiver and you just had to ask him to keep going and do it again?"
"Well, no, not actually."
"What is the best you ever felt when you were with a boy? Did he eat your pussy until you arched your back and sprayed your girl cum all over his face? Did he ever eat his cum out of your pussy after he filled you, or did he always just leave his big mess for you to wear home in your panties? Tell me, I'm interested how good it really was."
"N-o-o-o, none of them did that for me. I hated those wet panties. They got cold and clammy, yuck. And I guess the best I ever felt was when he was sucking on my breasts and made my nipples tingle so much I could feel it in my pussy."
"Girl, that's barely to second base, and an almighty poor start. Good Lord, you don't have a clue about what what a man can give a woman, do you? Honestly now, tell me."
"If you're saying there's more, then I guess not. But I don't know anybody who can show me what you're talking about."
"I beg your pardon? You most certainly do. All you've ever had to do is ask me. I can show you everything you've never even known exists around you and inside you. You've been blind all your life, and now you have a chance to see."
"Will you show me?"
"Yes, of course, now that you've asked. It wasn't something I could just up and offer. You had to want to know first. Mom and your sisters aren't going to be home for another couple of hours, so if you want to start now..."
"Oh yes, now...right now. My panties are already wet thinking about it."
We began with the same kind of makeout session she was used to in a car seat and worked through the standard progression of feeling each other up outside our clothes, then inside our clothes, then in full view of my chest and her breasts. They were quite pretty to look at with firm upswell and pert coral nipples.
I moved to release her belt and get her jeans down. She raised her hips up and kicked off her shoes to make things easier. Then she did the same for me; until we were both sitting naked on the couch.
I reached over and began to caress her thighs, moving higher and higher until she had to spread her knees for me to continue. At the same time, I felt her small hand exploring my lower region and finding the objects of her interest.
A little re-positioning allowed us more freedom of access to each other and we progressed to her stroking me and fondling my nuts while I nuzzled her breasts with my lips and lathered her up with her own juices and my fingers.
I was intentionally avoiding her clit, but it was time to crank it up another step. As I slowly pulled away from her, I began to explain.
"Foreplay is everything to a woman. Her man has to take as much time as his woman needs and do everything he can to build her anticipation to the point when she demands something different from him. Sometimes her body will tell him and sometimes she will say something."
"A man will never know when a woman is in need of shoe-shopping; but if he's paying attention to her in this, he will know when and what she needs and is demanding of him."
I moved around to the floor between her knees and began kissing my way up each thigh.
"Even then, until he knows her very well, he should merely ease off the pace and continue to pleasure in much the same way but in a more playful manner. Her actions and body language will give him the answers he needs about how to make the most of this for her. His turn will come later. All he can hope is that she is as patient and thoughtful of him as he is of her."
I tongued her back hole and the small strip separating it from her pussy.
"A woman has dozens of places on her body that, at different times and in different ways, can be pleasured to further build her excitement and anticipation, even if it is her first time and she doesn't know what to expect."
"The second-to-last place on a woman to be pleasured is her clit. It must not be approached to soon; and when it is time, her clit must be approached slowly and carefully in full appreciation of the role it plays in her physical well-being and emotional balance."
Shuffling forward a little more on my knees, I leaned forward to blow warm air over her puffy mons, her shaved outer labia and slim inner lips.
"There is much to be said about having a variety of techniques to use on each of a woman's erogenous zones. Some respond much better than others to a particular one. Some places prefer firm manipulation, others featherlight caresses, some even strong probes, or come alive to lips and a tongue, others to the mere brush of chin or cheek."
As I talked, I was demonstating each thing I said on her innermost thighs and all around her pussy except directly on her clit.
"Direct stimulation all around your pussy and even as far away as your nipples is indirect stimulation of your clit. The foreplay and avoidance of direct contact with your clit builds a bridge between your emotions and your physical feelings."
"At the same time, by continuing to use one or both hands to touch the other places on your body, I am reassuring you that I'm still thinking about all the other pleasure centers your body has, and enjoying them as well. A woman needs to know that her man enjoys her as much as she does him."
I kissed, sucked, laved, and used my fingers every other part of her pussy; with occasional forays up and around very close to her clit but not against it. My other hand continued to gently handle her breasts and ribs and tickle her bellybutton, her ribs and calves, elbows and the backs of her knees...and everywhere else I could reach.
"There is one more place a woman enjoys being stimulated, and some respond in a remarkable way. This place is hidden and can only be located by the touch of a fingertip. It is not very far inside your vagina, a small area on the top just inside your pubic bone. It's like a second clit. The two can be stimulated separately or at the same time."
