He was sending me two messages. One, that he had great taste and experience in women, and, the other, that he had a taste for me.
We had a great time, and he made me laugh and giggle, just like mum. We danced and talked. We stayed quiet, and I leaned against him. He leaned down and kissed me, and I kissed him back. We kissed for a long time. When we walked out, he held me very close. The maitre'd said, "Good night, Johno," and he said, "Good night, Jimmy."
***
When we got home, he took me into the living room, and said, "Wait here."
When he came back, he had a large-screen tablet in his hands, and mum was on video, saying, "...it sounds like she and you had a wonderful time. She's never been with a man before, so I'm sure she's already a bit moist, hard-nippled and trembly. I can't wait to watch."
He set the tablet on the coffee table, so mum could see the action, then turned to me.
He wasted no time, and took me in his arms, holding me against him, full on, howdy-doody style. He held me tightly to him, one hand on my arse, the other behind my neck, My belly was against his crotch where I could feel his cock wanting me, my breasts against his ribs where my nipples felt him breathing for me, my hands around his neck holding his lips and tongue to mine. His whole body was against me, requiring my acquiescence.
In the corner of my eye, I saw mum sitting back in an armchair, sipping a cocktail, watching her Johno and daughter together. I never saw her so happy when dad was alive.
It was going to be a special night for all of us.
***
For half an hour, Johno continued warming me up. I was shy, and didn't really know what to do. He was my teacher, and I was his subject and student. Later, though not much later, we would swap roles, and I would start teaching him things about love, lust, sex and lechery that even he, with all his experience, didn't know.
But this was our first night, and I was his pliant female student, watching and feeling and learning his body and mine. I had never felt, tasted or smelled a man, or known a man with his guard down and cock up, like Johno was. In fact, this was an advantage for me, as it meant I was pure sexual and sensual biology and id, with no preconception of how I should respond.
I was awed by my body's innate knowledge of what to do. All I had to do, was cling to Johno for the ride.
After half an hour, he broke our embrace, and turned to the screen.
"Mary, why don't you get a fresh cocktail, and we'll meet you in the bedroom," and he picked up the tablet with one hand, placed his other hand chivalrously and quite possessively on my lower back, and escorted us two women to my bedroom.
I've learned that a virgin must be opened in her bedroom. This will remind her, morning, noon and night, for the rest of her life, that in that place and time when she feels most safe, it will always be meet and right that she have a cock inside her. Her first lover should teach her, from first penetration, that she can be put to the cock wherever, whenever and by whomever he chooses, at any time and place, private or public, expected or unexpected, in safety or not.
Johno placed the tablet in a prime viewing spot, and told me to undress. I was taking off my satin thong and lacy bra, when I saw mum settling back in her armchair with a fresh cocktail. She let out a low whistle as Johno turned me full on to the camera.
"Very nice, darling," she said, though it was unclear which darling she was speaking to, and which she was speaking about. Either was good with me. The ambiguity just made me hotter.
Johno pulled back the sheets to present an inviting bed, ready for action, and told me to lie down.
Then he said, simply, "Ok, Eliza, let's go. It's time you learned what most women learn in college at the latest. You're way behind."
"I want you to teach me what I need to know about sex," I said.
"Yes, I'll teach you about sex, and about you and me. And, importantly I'll also teach you about the different things men need, and the different things women need. We're not all the same."
"What do
you
need?"
"Well, to put it simply, a man has his needs as a man, just as a woman has her needs as a woman."
"What's that?"
He quietly and patiently explained, "It's hard to explain. You have to experience it. You're a woman now, and you'll understand my needs as I make love to you, and you'll understand your needs as you make love to me. It has a lot to do with our physical feelings, but even more with what's going on in our heads. And over everything, it's to do with knowing and getting what we want, and always having fun.
"Later, we'll move on to advanced subjects," he grinned, "like positions, hole choice, dominance, submission and fetishes."
"Your mum knows about that, don't you, Mary?" he said, looking towards the screen, and blowing her a kiss.
"I certainly do," she replied, "and, Eliza, almost everything I've learned, I've learned since your father died. In fact, I've had to unlearn a whole lot that your father taught me. I've realised he was a lousy lover, and didn't understand me. Johno has taught me a whole lot. You're lucky to have him as your teacher!"
I asked Johno, "Will you teach me everything?"
"Yes," he replied, "now hop into bed."
He was getting impatient to have his hands on me.
I lay down, on my back, belly up, hands shyly over my crotch. I wished I could cover my tits too, so I tried to put one hand over my tits, and one over my pubes. But that didn't work, so I moved them both back to my pussy. I rubbed it a little, surreptitiously. I didn't want mum or Johno to see.
Meanwhile, Johno was taking off his shirt and pants and underwear. When I looked up, he was naked. It was the first time I'd seen a naked man, and I couldn't take my eyes off him. He was well built, very hairy, and his penis was a big thick naked finger pointing at me, and his balls hung down.
I was to learn, over the years, almost everything about him is larger than life, and it was certainly true of the little I knew of him in that moment.
His tall muscled frame hanging over me was larger than life, his stillness stilling me was from another world, his eyes ravishing me seemed to come straight from my own desire, and his cock, which is in the ninety-ninth percentile of all cocks, a cock twenty-five centimetres long and twelve centimetres around, a cock that only a pedant would argue couldn't be
literally
larger than life, a cock that was soon going to be,
literally
, inside me, was a cock most certainly larger than life.
He stood beside my bed, so close I could have lifted my hand and touched him, and he said, "It'll hurt at first. I might have to force you through the worst. But then it will be good."
Then he got into bed with me, and put his arms around me, and started feeling me.
At first it was nice, and I heard mum crooning as she watched.
He lay beside me, his body and cock pressed against my side, one arm under my neck, my cheek on his hairy chest, his free hand roaming gently and inquisitively over me. With his strong large hand, which I was coming to love, he explored my ear, my jaw, my throat. He dipped his index finger in the hollow behind my earlobe, and traced my jaw line from there. Then he drew a line down the centre of my throat to the soft, vulnerable hollow at the base.
He toyed there for many minutes. He lifted his long index finger to my lips, tracing the twin swells, and the crease where they meet. My lips parted for him. His finger entered, and pressed against my teeth, authoritatively, requiring admittance. I opened obediently, giving full access to my mouth. For several minutes the tip of his finger played with the tip of my tongue, then he pushed in deeper to explore inside me, along my tongue, across my sensitive palette ridges, around the inside wet surface of my cheeks, and back to my tonsils and throat. He was getting to know what was his, and all the while softly murmured his approval.
After many minutes I was relaxed, and he drew his broad open palm down and across my tits, applying pressure to my apple-sized firm jelly mounds, and rubbing my nipples with his palm. My lips stayed open, and I breathed slowly. I was expecting something, but I didn't know what. My stomach fluttered constantly.
His hand continued down, drifting gently across my smooth belly skin, up and down, side to side, feeling my hips, testing his grip on my narrow waist, pressing his ring finger into my innie belly button. He was assessing me, tantalising me, taking me deeper, making me imagine him in me.
In the meantime, what he was imagining, was a lovely, large, fecund, mounded, pregnant belly underneath his hand, with livid red and purple stretch marks in the skin, cradling his daughter in my womb. Whenever he talked about that later, I felt him convulse, inhale sharply, and clasp me to him.
His hand had now done it's magic. My tits, belly and pussy had warmed, my nipples were hard, my mouth open, and I was breathing slowly and deeply. My thighs had opened, my legs parted, my clit hardened and peeking out, my pussy lips swollen and spread, my inner lips inflamed and beckoning, and my virgin slot wet and slick. I'm sure I smelled horny. I know he did.
He said softly, breathing his words, "The timing is exquisite. Your period was a fortnight ago. You're at peak ovulation. We will conceive tonight. She should be a daughter." My mussy, hazy mind barely heard him, but the few neurones that did hear him, embraced the mating words. I think I moaned.
As he spoke his long fingers worked lower, slicking over my clit, down between my pussy lips, and through my inner lips, where his middle finger curled up and into me, seeking, pushing, parting, poking, exploring, penetrating.
He looked into my eyes, and, as he pushed his rigid finger even further into me, he said forcefully, "This is mine. No one else's. Do you understand!?"
My eyes shot open at the sting, where he pressed against my hymen, and my thighs clamped together, trapping his finger in me. I began to struggle and push at him, but he was strong and determined and knew his trade. He worked his finger in and out, and got his thumb up to work my clit. My cunt was tight, but he gradually loosened it.
