Portia looked over at me and leered at me, “Lover man, I’m revoking your v-card before the weekend is over.”
“You’ll be taking a lot of loads, that’s for sure,” I promised.
“Whenever you’re ready for more,” she offered.
“Give me a few minutes,” I said.
“Go finish making supper, slut,” Dad ordered. “We men need to talk.”
“Hopefully it’s about double penetrating someone,” she smiled, reaching down and cupping my balls before settling in my lap and giving me my first kiss that wasn’t something awkward with a relative from a different generation. Fortunately, theirs hadn’t been wet and hers was, and it was long and lingering.
While we were still kissing I realized I’d gotten my first-ever blow job before my first-ever kiss.
I then realized I was swapping tongues with a woman I’d just shot two loads of cum into.
Weird. Cool.
“So, son,” Dad said, as she eventually left for the kitchen, “what do you think of my theory now?”
“Tell me more,” I said, wanting to learn all I could from this unexpected mentor.
He told me everything over the weekend.
There were rules, and they included:
1. This was the golden rule: never, ever, tell anyone you love them. (He’d done so only once, to Mom, and he would never make that mistake again).
2. Be proud of who you are. This was something I’d always struggled with because of my average looks and non-athletic body. I mean I knew I was smarter than all my peers, and I assumed that college would be a lot better in regard to popularity… still, a small part of me had always resented that I never fit in.
3. Confidence is key. Pussyfooters don’t get any pussy.
4. All women have a submissive side: you just need to draw it out of them. I asked about lesbians, and he laughed. He bragged that he had turned more than one lesbian into a cock-hungry slut, although he admitted he’d also struck out on just as many occasions.
5. Learn to understand women and their physical cues. They may say no, but their inner slut will say yes. To clarify, he didn’t mean rape (thank God), but he explained how a constant verbal attack on a slut’s moral code interspersed with sincere compliments would eventually melt her resistance and turn a flat No into an eager Yes. And the sincerest of compliments is your hard dick, demonstrating how exciting you think she is.
6. Push their limits. Fuck all three holes. Use them in public. The reality is they will do anything for your cock, so make them prove it. They’ll thank you for it.
7. Always make them wear nylons. This was a Walsh thing he’d learned almost from the cradle, as my grandfather also had a nylon fetish.
Over the weekend, I deposited twelve loads in Portia’s mouth, or on her face or tits. I also shot a load all over her nylon-sheathed feet from my first-ever nylon foot job… another fantasy come true. Check!
Then she finally convinced me to fuck her.
“Please, Kevin, just once,” she begged lustfully, a load of my cum still dripping from her chin.
“No,” I said, “I’m saving myself for my first slut.”
“I’m your first slut,” she protested, before adding, as she got on all fours and wiggled her tight ass for me, “plus, you’re bigger than your father.”
“Good, I want to teach you a lesson,” I said, as Dad loaded the car, giving us some alone time.
“Teach me, stud,” she said.
“Fuck, are you tempting,” I sighed, desperately wanting to fuck her.
Finally she tried brightly, “Then how about you just pound my ass? Then technically you’ll still be a virgin for your first slut of your own.”
“That idea has some merit,” I allowed, thinking it would technically keep me a virgin, and I wouldn’t mind being one of the only guys in the world who got both a blow job and anal sex before his first vaginal probing.
“Fuck my ass, Kevin,” she said, pulling her ass cheeks apart. “Fuck my ass right now.”
“I don’t know,” I said teasingly, now just playing hard to get.
“Fuck my ass and I can get you a face to face with the dean at Harvard,” she offered.
“How so?” I asked.
“Daddy donates millions to them,” she admitted.
“And if I come to visit you, will you have some Harvard Sluts around to share me with?” I suggested.
“One word from me about what you’re packing, and they’ll love you,” she said. “Now pound my asshole with that ferociously fat fuck stick.”
“Fine,” I sighed dramatically as I moved behind her. “The things I do for you.”
“My holes are open for you twenty-four seven, Kevin,” she declared and then giggled as she added, “That rhymed.”
As I positioned my cock at her inviting ass, I laughed, “You’re a poet and you didn’t even know it.”
She moved back on my cock and I pushed all of it inside her.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned, surprised by the sublime difference between her mouth and her ass.
This was tighter… warmer.
“Oh, fuck indeed,” she moaned, as she slowly began to sodomize herself on my cock.
“I should have been fucking this hole all weekend,” I enthused, enjoying the pleasure as she clenched her ass around my cock almost like a vise.
“That’s what I was telling you,” she moaned.
“You should have told me harder,” I joked, even though she had tried very hard to convince me.
“Asshole,” she said.
“I’m in one now, thank you,” I joked, my geek sense of humour still on board.
“That you are,” she agreed, as she spent the next ten minutes riding me.
Dad walked in and asked, “cunt or ass?”
“Ass,” I said.
“Fucking tight, hey?”
“Like a vise grip,” I joked.
“Women love our cocks in their asses,” he said.
“Yes, we do,” Portia agreed. “Now give me your cock, too.”