If Richard learned anything from the day spent with Diana, it was that he didn't know as much about his own body as he thought he did. He never believed he would have enjoyed being fucked in the ass the way that he did and was still surprised that the feeling was strong enough to make him come.
With that orgasm realization hit him like a tidal wave. As if he suddenly became aware of where he was and what had happened over the past two days he began crying. It wasn't from the pain or the fear- though he was afraid. It was more from the shame and the overwhelming sense of vulnerability and feeling of weakness that flowed through his body, impossible to ignore.
For a while he remained that way, knees brought to his chest, a warm pool of come quickly drying on his chest as he quietly sobbed. He rolled to his side into the fetal position.
Diana watched all this, familiar with the boy's reaction. Though she stood beside him, she could have been miles away. This was a natural thing and one he must go through on his own. All she could do was make sure he came through it as best he could. How he handled these feelings told how he would develop as a man and, most importantly, a husband for Emily Burke.
She found him beautiful and her heart went out to him as he rested on her overstuffed bed crying softly. He would learn more about these feelings, learn how to handle them and even use them to his wife's advantage but for now he must feel the power they have. To understand himself completely he must be taken down and suffer.
As she rubbed his head soothingly he merely wept, suddenly aware of how traumatizing it feels to be a man. He now knew how delicate the male body, once thought of as the ultimate in power and strength, was. For all his muscles, all the time spent at the gym working to make him stronger, he was unable to resist the allure of a woman. Though physically not as imposing as he, she was able to coerce him into the most humiliating, emasculating act a man can ever go through and she didn't even need to force him into it. The fact that he did so willingly made him feel all the most lost.
They had the rest of the evening together and Diana knew now would not be the best time to teach him the finer points of sex. He was understandably at a very delicate stage and must be treated as such. She lay behind him and hugged him close against her full breasts. The length of her phallus rested harmlessly along the crack of his bottom, a subtle reminder of his new status. She placed gentle kisses along the length of his shoulders and waited patiently for him to come around and make the next move. After a long period of time, he did, speaking to her in a voice she barely heard.
"Maam?"
She answered with merely a soft sound, letting him know she was there.
"I'm sorry."
Startled, she answered, "Sorry for what, sweetie?"
"I didn't mean to, you know- make a mess."
She laughed silently to herself. "It's ok Richard. All boys do."
He seemed surprised at this and looked over his shoulder at her.
"It's a natural reaction. A male has never thought of a woman in that capacity, or with that type of power before, they find it threatening. Too bad too, because it really balances out a relationship and keeps both the man and woman secure. Without it the man becomes dissatisfied and oftentimes abusive, while the woman just grows distrustful." Running her hand up and down his bicep, she asked; "Did you find it threatening, Richard?"
He replied that he had, at least at first.
"And then what?"
"I- I don't know how to explain it. It all just seemed sort of different somehow. It still hurt and it still was uncomfortable but I guess I kind of liked it then."
She kissed the back of his neck warmly. "And what were you thinking? What did you feel?"
He noticeably blushed at this and answered. "I guess I just wanted to come. I mean, I was so turned on from everything that I couldn't think of anything else. I needed to come. I know that sounds silly, but I really did- I had to. I didn't notice, or even care, about anything else that was going on as long as I could."
Still speaking softly, she responded. "And you did come. Was that what you wanted?"
He sighed and pressed himself deeper into her. "I guess so. Not in that way though- I don't know- I guess."
Delighted with his confusion she took the time to explain. "Richard, most of his life a man is controlled solely by his penis. It drives him to succeed, find a woman to kiss it, suck it and, if he's lucky, start a family. This is the way of the world. I, and those about you, believe differently. We believe a man is restrained by his drives to greedily snatch up all he can in his short time. His impulses bear greed and selfishness, rather than the love and devotion that they should." He soft fingers stroked the length of his spine, playing slowly at the top of his cleft. "With a good amount of training and education, we've found that a man's primal instincts to satisfy his need can be used for the good of others, particularly the woman in his life. When she knows how to control it, she controls him and all that she does. She uses it to make him a better man, a better husband and, eventually, a better father."
He remained silent throughout this explanation, doing his best to process all she told him. She was afraid of scaring him off and wanted more to reassure him. "Helping a man understand this is a long process and though it is not entirely unpleasant, it is a big change and one that takes some getting used to."
She stopped speaking and only caressed him, enjoying the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his butt and the muscles in his flank. She wasn't sure if he dozed, though she thinks he did. His breathing was light and was the only sound in the empty room. As he rested, she reached between her legs and unbuckled the strap on from her waist. Slowly pulling it from between his cheeks where it rested comfortably, she slid it down her smooth legs and laid it on the nightstand.
By the time he sat up it had grown late. He looked groggy, but it may have just been all that he experienced that day. Though Diana had plans to teach him about a woman's body, she didn't have the time to go into it tonight. Knowing she had all the time she needed, she sat across from him with her legs crossed and casually talked. Noticing he couldn't keep his eyes from between her legs she asked him what he thought.
"It's very beautiful," he blushed. "I'm sorry for staring."
She waved it away, "Not at all. Nothing wrong with a boy admiring a woman." She urged him to look more closely.
She had full vaginal lips, swollen from the day's events. The pink of her sex stood out against her fair skin. A mist of soft orange hair, brighter than that on her head, surrounded them.
He was on his stomach now, gazing only between her legs. "Kiss," was the only word she commanded and Richard, lost in her beauty did so without a thought. She encouraged him to examine her and he did so, carefully exploring the folds and lips of her pussy. She explained how a man should always treat his wife's genitals with the deepest of respect. He should always kiss it on her command to demonstrate his place with her, as well as his sincerity as her slave.
She expected him to bristle at this word, or at the very least show some sign of disapproval but he accepted it without a thought. Perhaps he didn't hear it, she pondered.
She continued with her teaching, explaining how a woman's vagina is the keystone of a relationship. It provides the greatest pleasure for a woman, as well as for her man and creates a family by bringing children into their bond.
He stroked her slowly with one curious finger as she lovingly stroked the back of his head. A woman's scent is very powerful, she explained. It identifies her to her man and offers him comfort. It appeals to his most internal desires and helps tame him when he questions his role. It is strong, able to break even the most defiant man.
As she spoke Richard heard her words as if from far away. He understood the allure of a woman's pussy and always found the scent to be undeniably captivating. He processed her words subconsciously, his attention stolen by her beautiful, orange haired vagina. Her thighs spread wider and, on her word, he placed another gentle kiss on the apex of her slit. He lingered this time, his lips resting on the soft, moist skin of her folds. They seemed perfect against his lips and he was reluctant to finally break his kiss. Her juices, still fresh from her powerful orgasm, coated his lips. He sucked on them unknowingly.
She flushed quickly from his attention. Distracted by her job and the stresses of life, it had been too long since a man had tasted her and she forgot what an exhilarating feeling it was. She did her best to hide her heavy breathing though she was certain he noticed.
Though she found it difficult, she paced his attention, teaching him the softest and most delicate parts of a woman's pussy. For his part, he listened and followed what he learned. He took to it as if on instinct and, as their time together grew short, she found herself close to orgasm. Knowing the time wasn't right she restrained herself and instead ordered him to his feet.
