Learning - The Next Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

Learning - The Next Chapter 2

... that?” She steered me in to her sofa, and I really did need a lie down: her boobs just overwhelmed me! I didn`t doze, just lay there and marvelled at how my holidays – every year now – were so full of sex teachings, and yet, the rest of the year, I was just a `normal` young boy. Must be the country lifestyle…something in the country air…. Mavis came and invited me with her upstairs, into a spare bedroom where there was a new Personal Computer – PC she called it – on a desk, and another machine in which she put a video. I didn`t yet have these at home, but my Dad was looking at buying them for us kids to study and learn – he said we`d have to for our futures. Then the screen came to life, and I was immediately certain Dad didn`t mean for us to study or learn what was on here – where the first shot showed a young boy eating the cunt of an older woman! “I have a friend who sells these, but of course they are illegal, so we can`t tell anybody, Stevie, ok” and I nodded vehemently. “I like to watch young boys, growing boys, and old women like me have sex” and I leaned across to her and kissed her, then put my fingers to her lips “don`t say that again, Mavis: you are not old, ok?` “Ok, Stevie, just for you. As I said, I like to watch; but with you, I wanted to do ever since this morning when you tried to hide this in your shorts” and she stroked my cock. I knew what I wanted to do: “Mavis, can I do to you what that boy is doing; your cunt is just so beautiful and I want my face in ...

... it, please.” “Oh, Stevie, you want to do that – not watch the movie, oh wow!” “You watch the movie, Mavis, while I eat you for dessert; you can tell me what`s happening, and what you would like us to do together, because I want to learn what makes a woman feel nice.” Mavis only had a housecoat on like Nana wore; it was off in a second, and she took my t-shirt and shorts off, but there were no underpants: I had poked them in my pocket after changing from my costumes, because I was fairly sure I knew I wouldn`t need them before too long. I didn`t know where to start when she sat in the chair in front of the computer screen, because I loved her breasts, but instead I crawled between her legs and went for that jungle of hair – just in case the opportunity was taken away again. It was black and crinkly; it was thick and wet, and smelled a mixture of pool chlorine and sex juices, and my nose sniffed its way in, the hairs tickling my nostrils until I worked out my tongue could wet the path better and then my nose ploughed all around, and I felt like I had a beard and a moustache of black, crinkly, wet hair, and I giggled – and got hairs in my mouth then. Mavis was talking, “he`s licking up her slit, Stevie” and I kept my tongue in advance, feeling the wetness increasing, and knowing I was close to Mavis` slit, where I would do the same as the boy on the video. “Her cunt is so pink and ready for him, Stevie; is mine like that for you my little darling?” My nose hit her slit first and ...