Chapter Three: A Learning Experience
The next morning was Saturday, and I was still somewhat confused. However, I was also a teenage boy, which meant that I was horny. I went and found Girl and said, "Girl, come into my bedroom."
She came to my room and said, 'Yes, sir?"
"My father told me that you would teach me about sex," I said nervously.
"Yes, sir. I am very excited to be able to do this for you. I've wanted to do this almost since you first started to punish me. Was there something in particular that you wanted me to do for you?"
I wasn't sure what to ask for, so I just said, "Teach me everything." Girl was happy to oblige.
"Perhaps you would like to take a closer look at a woman's body?" she asked.
This was how we laid the groundwork for how our sexual relationship would proceed. While she often took on the role of the teacher, she never did anything without first asking if it was OK with me. Anything that I wanted, of course, was completely OK with her.
She stripped her clothes off and lay down on the bed. "If you would like, you can start by running you fingers all over my body. I will tell you what each part is and how you can make it feel good." I decided to start at the top, so I put my fingers in her hair.
She explained, "Almost every woman likes it when you stroke their hair. Running your fingers through a woman's hair is very sensual. Strongly caressing my scalp would also feel good. And some women, like me, enjoy having their hair pulled, especially in a moment of passion."
I experimented with what she said. Girl's hair was dirty blonde and her hair laid straight down to about four inches below her shoulders. I ran my fingers through her hair, like I was combing it out. I rubbed my fingers hard along her scalp. "Later I will play with your hair and head, and you will see how it feels so good," Girl promised.
I pulled her hair sharply, and Girl squeaked. "Sir, that makes me feel all tingly, but that is not what I meant by pulling hair. Most women would not like their hair pulled like that. Grab a handful and pull slowly but steadily. Use my hair like you would the reigns on a horse."
I did as she advised and she groaned in pleasure. I shifted her head all around, and it was exciting to make her move like a marionette. I spent a little while on the top of her head, and then I moved my fingertips to her ears.
"Mmmmm," she moaned. "Ears can definitely be an erogenous zone."
"What is an erogenous zone?" I asked.
"There are certain places on a person's body that are designed to react in a sexual way," she explained. "Penis, breasts and vagina for example. Then there are other parts that don't necessarily give overt sexual pleasure, but are pleasurable in a sexual way. For instance, my ears. Normally, there is nothing sexual about them. But when I am in the mood, and you run your fingers around them like that, or blow on them lightly, or lick them gently, or even bite them - Sir, it makes my insides melt. That is an erogenous zone. Every person has a different set, so while licking my ear makes me woozy with pleasure, someone else might just find it wet and annoying. Part of the fun of being with someone is discovering their erogenous zones."
While Girl had been explaining this to me, I had continued to lightly play with her ears, until she was squirming on the bed. I moved my fingers over her eyes and then her nose before landing on her mouth. Her eyes were slightly almond in shape, a hint that there was some Asian blood in her background, but they were a hazel green that seemed to change color depending on the light and her mood. Her nose was a cute button nose, and her lips were pouting red cupie doll lips. Her tongue flicked out to lick my fingertips. "There is so much you can do with a mouth. You can lick with it," and she demonstrated by licking my fingers. "You can suck with it," she said, grabbing my finger with her lips and applying a gentle suction. "You can also kiss with it," she said. "Would you like me to teach you how to kiss?"
I nodded my head as she had me lie down on top of her while she taught me. I had heard about French kissing, but of course I had never experienced it. When she put her tongue in my mouth for the first time, it surprised me, but I quickly came to enjoy it.
We kissed for quite a long time, before she pulled away and gasped, "You are quite a good kisser, sir." That made me blush proudly. "Would you like to continue exploring?" she asked.
I nodded my head and I continued down her body, but this time I used my tongue in addition to my fingertips. "Mmmmm, it's very nice when you use your tongue!" she said as I licked down her neck.
I sat up and examined her breasts. Of course I had seen them before, but I really looked at them now. At the time I didn't know it, but they were a large B or small C cup. They stood firmly on chest with only a little sag, somewhat surprising in retrospect, considering that she never wore a bra. Her nipples grew to tight points when excited, as she appeared to be now. They protruded out of a surrounding area of light pink the size of a quarter.
I put one in each of my hands and hefted them. I ran my fingers around the nipple and then all around the outside of her breast. She was moaning lightly. I dipped down and ran my tongue across a nipple and she gasped. "Almost every woman likes to have her breasts played with gently," she told me. "Most women don't like you to just grab and squeeze. You should keep your hands in motion and brush all parts, but especially the nipple. Some women like it a little rougher, with harder squeezes, even pinches."
'Gee, I wonder which woman she is referring to,' I thought to myself as I squeezed her nipple hard between my finger and thumb. She gasped and arched her back, and I thought I had hurt her too much, so I pulled away. She stayed arched for about five more seconds before collapsing on the bed.
She was panting as she asked, "Do you know what an orgasm is, sir?"
"Of course," I replied.
"Well now you know what a woman looks like when she has one," she told me, smiling.
"You mean that you just came?" I asked in amazement.
"Yes, sir," she replied. "You gave me such pleasure that I couldn't help it. Thank you, sir." She leaned up and kissed me gently on the lips.
I watched her relaxing for a minute, but then I felt like continuing my lessons. I moved my head to her chest and licked lightly at her nipple. I swabbed them with my tongue, then I thought about what else she might like, so I bit down on one of them.
"Ohhhh," she moaned, and I knew that I had done something else that she liked. I bit harder and she whispered, "Yessss." I suspect that she would have put up with bites that were quite a bit harder, but I was not ready for that. I moved my tongue down her stomach, licking at her navel. I ran my fingers down her side to her hips and she shivered. I kneeled between her thighs and she lifted and spread her legs. While I had seen her naked before, I had not seen her bare pussy close up.
"Look around," she said. "Use your eyes and your fingers. The outer lips are normally closed up, but they open a little when they get excited. Mine are probably wide open right now. Run your finger to the top. Ohhhh. That bump is my clit or clitoris. It is probably the most sensitive area on a women's body. Some women can't cum without direct stimulation of their clit, though you've seen that is not true for me. Because it is so sensitive, you should try to be very gentle with it on most women."
I took the hint and squeezed her clit tightly. Her back arched again and liquid dripped out of her opening. I ran my fingers down her lips and examined them. Her lips were tight, not protruding too much. They were smooth and red and gaping open slightly. I gently dipped my finger into her moist opening and felt around.
"Put it in deeper," she said. I inserted my finger as deep as it would go and pulled it out, then re-inserted it. "Now you are fucking me with your finger," she gasped. "Put another finger in and rub my clit with your thumb as you stroke." I did as she asked, and soon she was gasping and heaving. I suspected she was very close to cumming again, and in moments she proved me correct. I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, squeezing quite tightly.
When she was done, I pulled my fingers out of her and looked at them. They were covered in sticky fluids. She noticed what I was looking at and said, "Those are my pussy juices and my cum. Many people find the taste of them delicious." I must have had a skeptical look on my face, because she took my hand and pulled it towards her mouth. She expertly licked all the juices off of it, and she seemed to enjoy the taste. "It's even better directly from the source," she said.
I shrugged and figured, 'What the hell. In for a penny, in for a pound,' so I bent over and ran my tongue the length of her pussy. She gasped and I tunneled my tongue into her hole. She was right; it was delicious. I kept it up, even moving my tongue up to swipe at her clit. When I got a nice reaction to it, I pulled her clit between my teeth and bit down. She screamed and my chin got wetter as more juice poured out of her.
I sat back and looked at her lying limp on the bed. "Oh, sir," she said. "You are going to be an amazing lover!" My chest swelled with pride. She held her arms out to me, and I crawled up to kiss her. She licked all her juices off of my face in between kisses. "Sir, would you like to continue with your exploration, or would you prefer if I explored you for a while?" Since I had already given her at least three good orgasms, I decided it should be my turn. My dick had been hard the whole time that I had been exploring her, and I couldn't wait to feel her touch on it.
She laid me on my back and straddled my chest. She ran her fingers through my hair stoked and kneaded my scalp, showing me how good it could feel when someone played with your head. She bent over and kissed my face gently. She kissed around my ears and I pulled back as it tickled me. "See," she said. "Different spots for different people." She kissed down my neck and chest, briefly sucking on each nipple which was almost too pleasurable. Then she moved her body down so that she was straddling my thighs, her pussy rubbing over my cock on the way down.
She looked down at my cock and smiled. My cock was only about five inches long when it was hard, but hey - I was only fourteen; as I grew older, it grew longer. She reached down and took my cock in her hands, and the feel of that set me off. I was cumming all over my stomach. She just smiled at me as she stroked me. "Don't worry, sir. I'm sure you'll be ready again in no time." And of course she was right; it never even got soft.
She leaned over, putting her face by my stomach. She looked up at me and said, "You know that my job is to clean up any messes, sir," and she began licking up all my spunk. When she had gotten everything that was on my stomach, she moved down and ran her tongue along the underside of my cock. I drew a breath in and my cock pulsed. She smiled, looked up at me, pointed my cock straight up towards the ceiling and slowly dropped her mouth all the way down my cock. I moaned in pleasure and realized that if she kept it up, cum number two would arrive quickly. However she did not continue.
She slowly withdrew her mouth from my cock, and then moved her tongue down to my balls. She gently washed them with her tongue. She spread my legs more and let her tongue dip all the way back to swipe over my asshole before moving back up to my balls, and finally reinserting my cock into her mouth. She ran her mouth up and down about half a dozen times before I lost it, shooting cum into her eager mouth. When she was done swallowing all my seed, she looked at me and said, "Just like with me, it's best directly from the source."
She continued placing little kisses and licks onto the head of my penis as I recovered. When I started showing signs of life, she excused her self for a minute and went to get drinks for us. When I was re-hydrated, she asked, "Would you like to continue your exploration, sir?" I nodded eagerly.
She rolled over on her stomach and said, "Why don't you try this side?"
I again started with her head, now putting in some new moves that she had shown me. She was moaning nicely as I moved down to her neck. I gently kissed her neck and it raised goose bumps all over her body, which I found very sexy. As I ran my fingers gently over her back she told me, "Another time I'll show you how to give a good massage. You'd be surprised at how many girls will give up so much after a good massage."
I may not have known how to give a great massage, but I did my best rubbing her shoulders and back. Eventually I moved down to her ass, rubbing and kneading it, pulling it open to view her puckered asshole and the bottom of her pussy. I continued down her legs and my gaze kept getting drawn back to the center of her widespread legs. I moved back up and pulled her ass cheeks open again. I ran my tongue from the top of her ass crack and slid it down over her beautiful anal entrance. She looked clean and she tasted clean. She was moaning as I probed her with my tongue. I pulled her hips up and she happily raised her ass into the air. I swiveled around so that I was lying on my back between her legs and I pulled her dripping pussy back over my mouth. I was really beginning to love her taste, and I didn't release her until she had cum twice more.
I scooted out from under her, my erection once again pointing straight out. "Are you ready to lose your virginity?" Girl asked. I simply nodded.
"There are two ways you can do this," she told me. "You can take me like a lover, and I will gently guide you through, or you can take me like the dirty slut that I am, and use me for your pleasure. Which would you like?"
I looked at her, eagerly awaiting my decision. "Guide me," I said. When I saw her disappointed look, I said, "I promise you Girl, sometime soon I will take you very hard." This seemed to perk her up, and she came over and pulled me onto the bed. She climbed on top of me and began making out with me again. She then sat up and took hold of my erect dick. She sat up on her knees and positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt. She was looking at me intently, but I was looking at where our bodies met. She lowered herself, and I saw and felt her pussy clutch at my cock. She was wet and hot and soft; it felt amazing. Inch by inch I watched my cock disappear, until her pussy was resting on my groin.
"Some people would say that you are not a virgin anymore," she said. "But I believe you are still a virgin until you pump your seed into a woman. I want to be the one that takes your virginity. Please give me your cum." She started moving up and down, riding me delightfully. I was enjoying it immensely, but I could not last. Soon I was groaning and giving Girl my virginity. As I was cumming I grabbed her ass and dug my fingers into her hard, and I felt her shuddering as she came.
She picked her head up and looked at me seriously. "I'm yours now," she said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Anytime that you want me, anywhere, I am yours to have," she said. "I will never deny you anything."
That was a pretty heady thought for a kid. I had access to a willing woman, a woman who would never say no. I was still in Girl, and I was getting hard again. "I want to do it again," I said.
"How do you want me?" she asked.
"I want to be on top," I said.
She pulled off of my little stiffy and lay down on the bed. I climbed between her legs and paused to examine her privates. I could see that her lips were puffy and there was a little of my cum leaking out of her. I then laid down on top of her and tried shoving my cock into her, but I could not find the right place.
"Let me help," she said, and she reached between us and positioned my cock in the correct location. I pushed and buried my complete length in her. I quickly started to flail away, and in hindsight, I was not very good. I was spastic in my movements and I never got a good rhythm going, but give me a break; it was only my second time. It took a little longer, but not too much, before I was squirting again. I didn't make her cum again, but I was happy with what I had done.
A little while later she left to do her chores, and I sat on my bed contemplating what had occurred. I thought about what my father had offered and advised, what Girl had offered, and what I wanted. They were all slightly different, and I thought about each of them. I finally modified what I wanted slightly based both on the advice of my father as well as what I perceived would make Girl happy.
Later that evening I called Girl into my room, and explained what I wanted. "Girl, I want you to teach me. I want to learn everything that you can teach me about sex. I want to learn how to please a woman. I want to learn how a woman can please me. I think I am beginning to understand how you are, and that you may want things different from other women. But I'll make you a deal. You teach me what I want to know, and I will sometimes treat you as you want to be treated."
"Thank you, sir," she replied. "But you do not have to make any deals with me. I will do whatever you want, and I expect nothing in return. "
I smiled at her, then I smacked her across the face as hard as my little hand could. Her eyes widened in shock as her hand jumped up to hold the spot on her cheek that was already reddening. "If I choose to make a deal with you, then it is not your place to contradict me, do you understand?"
She dropped to her knees and put her forehead on the ground by my foot. "Yes, sir. This Girl apologizes for her temerity and asks that you punish her."
"No, I don't think I will," I replied. "I understand that you are just trying to teach me." In reality, I didn't want to hit her. But my father had made it clear that this was the kind of treatment that Girl enjoyed. My refusal to punish her after slapping her would just throw her off balance; it would make her unsure of where she stood, which would make her try even harder.
Over the course of the next two weeks, I learned quite a bit. That evening I once again took the time to examine her body. I ran my fingers and my tongue all over her body, through every nook and cranny. In the next days I got her to teach me how to fuck. I started with one position and we worked on it until I felt that I understood it. I forced her to explain what would feel good to a woman, and what felt good to her. Unsurprisingly, they were somewhat different.
We started with the missionary position. She explained how I should ensure the woman was lubricated first, how to find the opening and position myself correctly and how to ease in. She showed me the various movements that would put my cock in the right position inside a woman; she taught me rhythm and pacing. She showed me how to detect when a woman was close, and how to speed up or slow down depending on whether I wanted her to cum or I wanted her to wait.
Finally I felt that I had it. I went down on her until she was wet, then I inserted myself slowly. I made love to her for a long time, bringing her close, then I started moving faster and faster until I took her over the top; then I let myself go and flooded her pussy with my cum.
The next morning I was passing her in the hallway and I tripped her. She fell down and I quickly flipped her onto her back. I spread her legs and slammed myself into her. She was not wet, and it was difficult, but I managed. She gasped in surprise and pain, but that quickly faded as she drenched herself. I brought her to the edge, then backed off, and I repeated that three times. Finally I took her just to the brink, but before she could go over I pulled out and came on her pussy and legs. She groaned, "Noooooo!" but I ignored her.
"Thank you for pleasuring me," I said to her. When I helped her to stand up, I said, "I don't want you to clean yourself off or touch yourself."
"Yes, sir," she said.
She turned to continue with her duties, but I stopped her, saying, "One more thing." She turned back to me as I approached her, and I shoved three fingers into her twat as I crushed her clit under my thumb. "Cum," I ordered, and she did. Her body clenched as she dropped to her knees, pulling my hand down with her. She shrieked and shuddered for over a minute until she collapsed on the ground. I pulled my fingers out of her, licked them off, kissed her on the forehead and walked away.
My mother approached me later in the day and asked, "What did you do to Girl this morning?"
"I just thanked her for teaching me so well," I replied.
"Really?" she said, giving me a long look. "You must have thanked her well. She couldn't get up for about ten minutes." I smiled and went back to what I was doing as my mother walked away shaking her head
The next position I learned was Girl on top. I learned how to move with her weight on me. I learned how to play with her tits, how to tickle her clit, how to run my hands down her sides. I learned how to cup and fondle her butt, how to run my fingers down her ass crack. She explained to me the things most women would like, and those things that only certain women would. I enjoyed making her cum with my cock in her cunt and a finger up her ass, but she explained not every woman would enjoy that.
When I felt that I had that position down, I decided to reward her. My father had what he called a workshop, though others would call it a dungeon, which he showed me after he gave me Girl to use. He had described all the items in the workshop, explaining to me which items I was allowed to make use of, and which I didn't have the experience, or perhaps restraint, to use. For Girl's reward, I tied her hands together and strung them through a pulley. Her legs were spread over a triangular shaped stand on top of which rested a narrow board that forced her to stand on tiptoes.
Before I began, I moved behind her and swatted her ass ten times with a strap. Then I laid down on the board, and I forced her to pull herself up with her hands so that I could slip my cock into her pussy. Then I had her fuck me. The pulley was positioned in such a way that she could not get purchase with her feet. On the upstroke, she had to pull with her hands. When she released, she sank all the way down on my cock, but in doing so her arms were pulled tightly and painfully above her. Each stroke was a combination of agony and ecstasy. To help her along, I had slipped a small dildo up her ass, and I was running a vibrator over her clit. I was enjoying myself, but the physical stimulation wasn't enough to get me off, though the visual stimulation was getting me close.
As Girl got closer, her movements became jerkier, until she cried out and tensed, then completely collapsed. She was hanging in the air by her wrists, impaled on my cock. I squeezed her nipples while I started stroking upwards until I came as well. It was interesting trying to get out from under her limp body so that I could lower her down.
The next position that Girl taught me was doggy style, which I enjoyed greatly, probably because I really like looking at a nice ass, and she had one. Looking at and playing with her ass so frequently inevitably led me to lessons in anal sex. I enjoyed it, and Girl did as well, though she gave me long lectures on hygiene, the importance of lubrication, and the fact that most women didn't like (or wouldn't admit that they liked) anal sex. Her lectures on cleanliness were somewhat offset by the fact that she loved sucking my cock straight from her ass, though she explained, and showed me, how she had regular enemas to keep her ass clean. Again, something not every woman would like.
I continued learning new positions, including spooning, reverse cowgirl, 69, splits, standing missionary and many others. We talked about and experimented with all sorts of kinks, from toys, bondage (both ways), spanking (just her), fluids, menstruation, and everything else that she thought that I should know. After each successful lesson I tried to come up with a unique reward that Girl would enjoy, and I think I succeeded, for the most part.
It was a very interesting time in my life, made more interesting by having to listen the boasts from my classmates about how they had scored a porno mag or brushed a girl's tit. It was hard for me not to say anything about my experiences, but one thing that both of my parents, and in this case even Girl, had emphasized was that other people would not understand. What we did, they explained, was private, and if I could not keep it to myself, I would lose the privileges. Given how much I was enjoying my home life, I held my tongue.