Story 250 Practical Sexual Instructions - Part One.

Index of Letters                         Story 250 Part One  Background.                         Back to Story 249.   

Forward to Story 250 Part Two.

Our Parents Changing Attitude Towards Our Sexuality.

Hello from Michael again.
          When word got out in our house that my sister had lost her virginity Mum and Dad started to view me differently too. I was wondering if they might have thought I was fucking someone but since I didn’t have a girlfriend, that wasn’t very likely. Unless they were considering lining one up for me. LOL.
          Things had also become more relaxed around the pool too. As we had begun to grow up and move into puberty, nudity hadn’t been so common. In fact, it had been openly discouraged. Now it seemed to be back.
          Last summer, we had even begun going to a nude beach a few times. Now it was almost Easter and this summer we had done it again, a number of times too. Of course, it had become the only way we went swimming in our pool at home.
          I noticed that the girls seemed to be enjoying it too. Kathy was quick to take to swimming naked in front of us but soon Ragesh’s sisters, Sabeena and Namrah, were joining us that way too. When Aunty Jenny and Uncle Peter came to visit, they quickly got naked but it took a little while before their twin daughters, Kirsten and Carol decided to join in too.
          You need to realize that this sudden nudity thing was a total change for all of us kids. It seems nudity and other sexual things had been regular with our parents but they had strictly kept it away from us.

          About this time, another girl appeared in my life. Her name was Tukiko, a Japanese girl, like, totally sexy, smoking hot. She was a year or so older than me, about the same age as Kathy, maybe slightly older. Her parents were friends with Uncle Joseph and Aunty Lizamoa I think. I wasn’t sure what the connection was there.
          Had never heard of them before until Kathy had mentioned there was one story about when they went nude swimming with Joseph and Lizamoa down at Mokoroa Falls about a year before I met them. Yes, I checked out that story ASAP. An eye-opener for sure with what they did, including Tukiko.
          But back to seeing Tukiko. The first time I saw her was when we met at the beach. She was a fox! She was like, those Japanese eyes, face framed with her shoulder-length dark hair. And her body, a body to die for. Breasts, not so big, just about right. Slim waist and curving hips. I noticed a tight butt too.
          Seeing her in that bikini, was like, wow! She was like, wanking material for a month.
          Got even better when she got naked at the nude beach. I noticed she was a bit shy at first, going nude in front of all of us. But she did it and soon seemed to be relaxed and enjoying it. Those tits! Great, with hot nipples too. And her pussy, not a triangle like my sister’s but just a thick strip down the centre of her pussy area. She was again like, wow! Maybe two wows. Wow! Wow! Wanking material for another month. LOL.
          She quickly made friends with Kathy and Sabeena but didn’t show much interest in Ragesh and me, even when we tried to chat with her. She was nice to talk with but just polite, making it clear like she wasn’t in for anything more.
          When Tukiko went off with Dad into the sand dunes, I was like, there wasn’t much chance for a boy like me when there were men like him around after her.
          We were still in the surf and I was watching as Tukiko walked away with Dad. Suddenly, Mum came up and put her arm around my shoulders which was a surprise, us both being naked like that. I could even feel her bare breast pressed against me. Was that enough wanking material for another month, Mum rubbing her bare tits against me? Could be! But then Mum spoke which pulled my attention away from her tits and back to what she was saying.
          “Like her, don’t you?” Mum asked.
          I wasn’t sure how to answer, “Yes, a bit,” I replied.
          “More than a bit,” Mum said looking down at my half-erect cock. “More like a lot.”
          I saw where she was looking.
          “Yes,” I said, a bit embarrassed that she had noticed, trying to cover with my hand. “I think Tukiko is hot.”
          “Thought so,” she said.
          I turned to look at her and she was smiling.
          “I think we need to have a talk later,” she smiled. “Both with you and Ragesh by the looks.”
          As Mum turned to walk away, I was now watching her. What was going on? What did she mean by that?
          Later in the afternoon, I got to talk with Ragesh about it. He said that a few days before, he had a similar conversation with his mother, Aunty Lizamoa. It seems like Tukiko and her parents might have visited them a few times before I got to meet her. His mum had said she wanted to talk with him but no idea why. No use telling us don't get a hard-on every time we looked at Tukiko. What guy our age could stop that?

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“Michael, Stay At Home Today.” Mum Said.

          That Monday morning, I was laying in bed, about to get up. I heard Dad’s car had just left and there was a knock on the door.
          “Michael, can I come in?” I heard Mum say.
          “Sure, Mum,” I replied.
          I was naked but still under the covers. Anyway, the day before at the beach, she had seen me completely naked.
          “Now, Michael, I want you to stay at home today. I’ve already told the girls you are sick.”
          What was this? Mum asked me to pull a sicky? I’ve never been good at that as she’s always seen through my feeling sick act. Now she was asking me to do it. Strange! What was that all about?
          “Mum?”
          “Stay in here. Stay in bed until the girls have left,” she told me. “Your acting is pretty bad. They’ll see through you straight away.”
          “Thanks for the confidence,” I replied.
          She laughed and said, “Well it’s the truth. I’ll call you when to come out for breakfast.”
          I nodded ‘ok,’ still confused as to what was going on.

          Kathy was always the first to leave if she had an early lecture at university. Petra would be last to leave as she just caught the bus up to her school in Titirangi.
          Petra came in to see me just before she left. Not knocking first. She never does.
          “Sorry you are sick, Michael,” she said.
          “I will be ok, soon,” I replied.
          “You can do my puzzle in the games room,” she told me, reaching to give me a hug.
          That was a surprise. She never lets anyone touch the picture puzzles she does. They sit there until she completes them herself.
          “Better not hug me,” I told her.
          “Yes,” she smiled. “Yes, you are sick.”
          But then she was looking hard at me. “Are you sure you are sick?”
          “Yes, I am sick,” I replied, trying to look convincing.
          “I don’t think so.” Then she leaned closer and smiled. With a whisper, she asked, “How did you fool Mum?”
          She got a fright when she heard, “Come on Petra.” Mum called, “Let Michael rest.” She was standing at the bedroom door and had obviously heard what Petra had said.
          I could hear Mum getting Petra out the door in time for her school bus. I also heard Petra protesting too.
          "Michael is not sick. He doesn't look sick to me."
          "How do you know? Mum asked.
          "I know. Can I stay at home too? I'll be very good," Petra asked.
          "Good try, Petra. But you have to go to school. You like school."
          "But I like home too."
          "Hurry up, Petra or you'll miss the bus. I'll have to drive you there and all your friends will see your mummy bringing you to school."
          "No Mum," Petra said in alarm. "I can go myself.
          "Hurry up, then.
          I smiled to myself that Mum had pulled the old peer pressure trick on her. She had used that same trick on Kathy and me, years ago. It worked then too.
          Soon I heard the bus stop at our gate and she was gone.

          Moments later, Mum was back at my door.
          “What is this? A miraculous recovery by the looks. Even Petra saw through you.”
          I laughed at that. “What is going on, Mum?”
          “No questions now,” she replied. “Get up and have breakfast. It is waiting for you in the oven.”
          “I’m just going to get ready myself.”
          “What...? Where are we...”
          “We are not going anywhere. Lizamoa and Ragesh will be here soon. Put on a shirt and your swim shorts. I’ll be ready soon.”
          By now, I was out of bed looking for my clothing. She stood there for a moment watching me. Yes, I was naked and it seemed funny her watching but then I looked up again, she was gone.
          I was thinking, ‘what was going on?’ She had said Ragesh was coming over with Aunty Lizamoa.
          I gave him a quick text. “What’s going on?”
          “Don’t know,” came his reply.
          “u coming over?”
          “Yeah. Seems.”
          “Why?”
          “Don’t know. Mum wants me 2.”
          Mum was back before I could continue. “Hurry up, Michael. Anyone would think you are sick or something?”
          I heard her laughing at her joke as she walked back upstairs towards the kitchen.
          “c u soon.” I texted him.
          “c u” he replied.

          Cooked breakfast! We don't often get that on a weekday. This must be special.
          I was still having breakfast when Aunty Lizamoa and Ragesh arrived.
          “Sorry, we’re running a bit late,” Mum explained. “Petra was asking why her brother was staying at home. She thought he didn’t look sick.”
          "Hope not," Auntie Lizamoa said. "I have big plans for him."
          Mum laughed at that before continuing. "Anyway, I finally got her on the bus."
          “We had a similar problem with Namrah too,” Auntie Lizamoa said. “Took some effort to get her out the door.”

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Revealing Our Sexual Experience.

          Soon all four of us were down beside the pool. At 10 in the morning, it was always a sun trap. Nice and warm. It was possible that later it might even become too hot down there.
          Mum began to talk. “We kept you home from school this morning as we want to talk with you both about girls and sex. We know you are getting interested as you were both keen on the Japanese girl, Tukiko yesterday.”
          Then Mum looked at me and added, “I also know you and Kathy have been playing a bit too.”
          “You too, Ragesh,” Lizamoa added. “You have been playing with Sabeena too.”
          Ragesh looked a bit surprised that she knew. Even I didn’t know about that and I thought I was his best mate.
          “How far have you got, Ragesh?” Mum asked him.
          Ragesh looked at the two women, not sure how much to tell them.
          “It’s Ok, Ragesh. You boys are not in trouble. We just have you here to help. Give you some knowledge and maybe even some experience if you want.”
          “We have been naked a few times. Touched each other too. That’s about all.”
          “I thought so,” Lizamoa said. “Well, she is your sister so don’t go any further. Don’t have sex with her.”
          “That goes for you and Kathy too, Michael,” Mum said. “We know you have played with her too.”
          I was a bit surprised at how much they knew but more was to come as Lizamoa continued. “We don’t want you to have full sex with your sisters. And you Ragesh should keep away from Kathy too. You know she is likely your half-sister.”
          “Recently things have begun to change. Kathy has become sexually active with her boyfriend, Jeff,” Mum began. “Lizamoa has been talking with Sabeena about her boyfriend too. We have talked with your fathers and decided it's time we talked with you boys. Spend today with you and give you some more knowledge. That is why we are here.”

          “So first, with Tukiko. What did you both think about her?”
          “She is hot,” Ragesh said.
          “Totally hot,” I added. “A real fox.”
          “I thought so,” Mum laughed.
          “That lame chat-up line, Michael,” Lizamoa said. “What on earth were you thinking?”
          Mum gave a laugh and added. “We’re lucky she wasn’t running away down the beach after that.”
          “Yes,” I agreed, laughing too. “It was a bit corny. She was looking straight at me. I got embarrassed and didn’t know what to say.”
          “Tukiko is a nice girl. She let you down easy, that time. Other girls might not be so gentle with your ego,” Lizamoa added.
          “And if you try a chat-up line, make sure other girls, like your sisters, aren’t present. That is just asking for embarrassment and trouble. The last thing you needed then was Kathy and Sabeena giggling at you like that.”
          “And you are lucky Namrah didn’t hear you. That girl takes no prisoners,” Lizamoa laughed.
          “We know that now,” Ragesh said.
          “It might be better that you just be yourself. With many women, smart chat-up lines don’t work. We want to see what the man is normally like. Just be natural, like you are just making friends. If she is interested in more, she will find a way of telling you. If she doesn’t appear to respond you can back away without making a mistake, make a fool of yourself. It might not happen with most girls straight away. They will want to get to know you first.”
          The conversation that followed was very interesting. They told us a lot about girls. What they like, how they react and behave. They seemed very open to us talking too and asking questions. I must admit to learning a lot. I’m sure my mate Ragesh did too.

          It was at that time that we stopped. The women left us beside the pool while they went off to get some drinks for us. I was surprised when they turned up with beers and snacks. Beer at 11 in the morning seemed a bit early but in the warmth by the pool, it went down well.

          “Ok, let's get back to experience now,” Lizamoa said. “You first, Michael. Tell us how much you have done with a girl.”
          I hesitated. I was like, not wanting to get myself into trouble.
          “Come on Michael. You won’t get into any trouble. For what we are doing next, it is important that we all know.”
          “Ok,” I nodded. I told them about being naked with Kathy in her bedroom. We had touched each other and wanked off in front of each other. We even tried each other’s cum juice. That was a while ago before Kathy started dating Jeff.”
          Then I think I shocked them by saying, “I told Carol about Kathy and me. She was really interested. I watched her get off. It was different from how Kathy does it. She watched me too. Since I had told her I like female cum juice, she allowed me to lick her pussy. She then tried giving me a blow-job too. Kirsten found out about it and Carol stopped. I have touched Sabeena's breasts a couple of times but not done anything more.”
          “No sex, then?” Mum asked. “You are still a virgin?”
          “Yes, Mum.”
          “But not for the want of trying. It seems!” she said with a laugh.
          “We’ll be fixing that, today,” Lizamoa added.
          There it was again. They kept on hinting that more would be happening than just talk.

          “Your turn, Ragesh,” Mum said.
          Ragesh had seen what I had done and straight off, began talking about his sexual experience. He told us he had been playing with his sister.
          “She seems a busy girl,” Mum laughed. “Is she still a virgin?”
          “Yes,” Ragesh replied. “She is still a virgin.”
         "Not for much longer, I'm betting," Mum replied.
         "So what has happened between you and her?" Lizamoa asked.
          "Seeing each other naked. She likes touching me, playing and making me cum. I do the same for her too."
          "Anything more?"
          "She became jealous of Rosemary and one day offered me full sex with her but I turned her down."
          "Good boy. Was that when Namrah got involved?"
          "Yes. Namrah heard us arguing and came in to break us up."
          "No playing with Namrah?"
          "No Mum, nothing."

          I think my Mum would have liked to hear more but Lizamoa wanted to move on.
          “So, then you and Kathy came next,  did it?” she asked.
          “Yes, my first time was with Kathy.”
          “Not your only time?”
          “I’ve done it a few times with Rosemary, more recently.”
          “Is she protected?”
          “Yes, Mum. Kathy took care of that.”
          “Kathy has been a busy girl too, it seems,” Lizamoa laughed.

          “Ok, boys. Thanks for being honest with us. You are not in trouble but we might want you to change a few things, like you playing with Carol, Michael. You know she is too young for this.”
          “Yes, Mum. Anyway, Kirsten quickly put a stop to that.”
          “Jenny is concerned those girls are too close together. I know they are twins but it appears to be more than that. You boys keep away, please.” Mum said. “You don’t want any problems with Peter and Jenny.”
          Lizamoa just nodded her agreement.

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Preparing For Our Overseas Visitors.

          It was then that these two women dropped another bombshell on us.
          “In just over a month's time, we are going to have overseas visitors here. A big group are coming from India and Australia. As you both have read much of the Letters Books you will know that there will be lots of fun. Sexual fun, I mean. There is also going to be a camping trip to the lakes near Dargaville with two sex parties planned,” Auntie Lizamoa began.
          “We have talked with your fathers and they both agree you two can join in the fun. That is, if you want to. Their only problem is that they thought you might be too inexperienced for such parties. We have agreed to teach you today and then over the next few weeks give you some opportunities to learn more,” Mum added.
          “So we kept you home today so we can give you some lesson, teach you more about sex.”
          “Be open with us like you both just were. Ask questions and we will show you enough to give you confidence going into the events when our visitors get here,” Mum said.
          “Are the girls involved too?” I asked.
          “Kathy has agreed. We don't know about Sabeena yet. Of course, Namrah and the twins are still too young.”
          “They might be annoyed they are missing out so don't you two say anything to the younger girls, Ok?”
          We both nodded our agreement.

“Now first a few rules.

First - Over the next month, you two are not to have sex with anyone outside our friends. The only exception is for you with Rosemary, Ragesh.

Second, - Once our visitors get here, there are no expectations as to your involvement. What you do is entirely up to you. Being guys, it is our guess you will both go for it.

Third - During any sex games, there will be safe zones and safe words. We will explain more at the time but you must know about them for yourself but respect others who use them too. Remember - we all do only what we feel comfortable doing.”

          “I know this must sound like a big thing for you guys but we and the other adults, have decided it is better things are out in the open regarding your sexual playing rather than you going behind our backs. It means you can be open with us and we can offer you help and advice.”
          Mum went on to add, “In exchange for us opening up our sexual activities to you we want you to agree on two things in return.”
          I nodded my head, at that point prepared to agree to almost anything.
          “You must promise to leave the young girls alone. No touching any girl under 18. Second, you must promise to leave your sisters alone. For you Ragesh, that means Kathy too.”
          Us with the younger girls and our sisters seemed to be the driving point behind all this change. They had already mentioned it a couple of times before.
          “Yes, Mum. I promise,” Ragesh said.
          I quickly agreed, promising too.
          And I meant it too. I could see their reasoning behind this. But I was also a bit stunned by all this. I think Ragesh was too. This was big news for us. Neither of us would have thought things would ever go like this. I made up my mind to go along with them and obey everything they told us.
          They went on to give us more details about this visit coming up. They even described the parties in more detail including some of the games that would be played. It was all a bit unreal that they were being so open with us. Even telling us how much fun it would be. How much they are going to enjoy it too. There was even some light-hearted joking between them about who was going to score the most clocks. I could really not believe our mothers being like this.

          By then it was getting on towards lunchtime. It was surprising how quickly time had gone by when we heard the doorbell go.
          “Go and get that, Michael,” Mum told me. “You go too Ragesh. We'll get things ready here.”
          She handed me her purse. That was a surprise. Nobody and I mean, nobody, ever touches Mum's purse. It's a capital offence, I think.
          When I opened the door it was the pizza delivery man. I paid the guy with money from Mum's purse and we took two large pizzas. When we returned to the pool area the women were still upstairs. Soon they arrived with more drinks and some cookies Mum had made.
          We all sat down to eat.
          Once the meal we over the women were quick to return to our sex education.

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Discovering The Sexual Delights Of Undressing A Woman.

          “Now we are going to talk about clothing and bodies,” Lizamoa said. “You have seen the clothing your sisters and us, your mothers wear. You’ve also seen our underwear, bikinis etc. When you come to be with a woman, it could be useful to know a bit about removing clothing. Many women, and men too, find it exciting to have their sexual partner removing their clothing. You guys are going to get to try it now with us.”
          “First,” Mum said. “What do you think I am wearing?”
          Ragesh started. “I can see a blouse and that skirt.”
          “And?” Mum asked.
          “Probably a bra and panties,” I said.
          “Anything else?” she asked.
          I wasn’t sure. Was this a trick question? What more would she be wearing? Ragesh seemed to be the same. He didn’t know what to answer.
          When neither of us answered, she took it as meaning that was all. She quickly went on. “You are right. That is all I am wearing but a woman dressed to go out might be wearing more. Like a slip under her skirt or a vest or camisole under her blouse if it is likely to be a bit see-through.”
          “Now me,” Lizamoa said. “What am I wearing, Michael?”
          “You are more casual,” I told her. “I can see shorts and a T-shirt. There is a tie around your neck. Looks like a bikini. Very light as I can see your nipple bumps. I’d say a bikini under your outer clothing.”
          “Well done Michael,” she smiled. “So, if I stand up like this, how would you undress me?”
          “First your T-shirt, I think. Pulling it over your head. Then I’d try your shorts and finally your bikini bits if you let me.”
          “I’m going to let you.”
          “You mean you want me too...?”
          “Go on then. Take my clothes off. Yes, I’ll let you, Michael.”
          “You mean...”
          “Yes, Michael. I told you. Undress me. Get me naked!”
          For a moment I had hesitated. I was like, it's not that often that a friends mother says to you, 'Get me naked,' is it? Well, in fact, I must say it never happened to me before.

          This was a bit sexy. I’ve seen Aunty Lizamoa a lot of times naked. Even seen her undress in front of me but to do it myself. Suddenly, it seemed very sexy. I began to understand why people might undress each other before sex. That had never occurred to me before. It was just taking your own clothes off and get on with it was all I had thought.
          I also began to realise what these two women were up to. They were giving us a crash course in some of the finer points of sex. From a woman’s point of view, it would probably be things that make it better for the woman. That made sense. Make the woman happy.

          So, I began to undress, Lizamoa. I reached for her T-shirt and she pulled her arms up to I could pull it over her head. I noticed she didn’t try to help me, by undressing anything herself, just making it a bit easier for me to undress her.
          Now her bikini top came into view. It was her tiny, sexier one. I could see how it pulled up over her breasts but left a lot of swelling cleavage on the inside of her breasts. She looked good wearing that. It even left the bumps where her nipples were.
          I reached for her shorts to undo the front.
          “Hold on a minute, Michael. You’ve forgotten something.”
          I looked at her unsure what she meant. I was like, wasn’t I doing it right? Wasn’t I doing what she told me? Getting her clothes off, right?
          Lizamoa looked across at Ragesh. “Do you know what he missed?”
          “Maybe take a bikini top off first?” Ragesh suggested.
          “Partly right,” said Mum. “This woman is allowing you to undress her. She is agreeing to show you parts of her body that you’d normally never see. You could show some interest in what she is allowing you to reveal.”
          “You mean I look at her?”
          “You did that,” Lizamoa said. “But more than that. Comment on me or reach up to touch and feel my breasts through my bikini top.”
          “Oh, ok,” I said as I reached for her bikini top. My hand ran over the curves of them, my fingers were attracted to the bumps of her nipples.
          “Do you like them?” Lizamoa asked.
          “They are great. Great breasts.”
          “Say it without me prompting you next time. Even if her breasts are smaller like many of the girls your age. Still, comment on them, tell her they are great. Find something good about her. She is probably nervous, baring her body for you. Thinking will you like her? Tell her you do,” Mum explained.
          “Touching my breasts like this has a two-way reward,” Lizamoa said. “You like feeling and touching. But I like it too. Feels good you touching me.”
          “By touching me you also make me feel my breasts are good enough for you. If I think you like me and are attracted to me, I might let you do more with me.”
          “I can see that now.”
          “Now, what comes off next, Michael?”
          “I was thinking, your shorts.”
          “That is the obvious choice but since your hands are near my breasts, you could carry on and get my bikini top off too.”
          “Shall I take that off first?”
          “Up to you, Michael. There is no set rule here,” Lizamoa said. “Just remember if she is nervous, go for the shorts first. Take a bit longer before you bare her sexual parts. For a woman who is more relaxed and experienced, taking the top off could be the better choice. She will be more willing to get her tits out for you.”
          “Ok, I’ll take your bikini top off.”
          "So I am relaxed and experienced, am I?
          "I think so. Much more than me," I replied.
          "Go on then. Get my tits out."
          I reached for the tie behind her neck. I was about to undo it when she stopped me.
          “Do the back tie, Michael. Then lift the bikini top over my head,” Lizamoa told me.
          “Why did she ask you to do that, Michael?” Mum asked.
           I was like, this undressing was getting confusing. There was much more to it than met the eye. I had no idea why I should do it that way.
          “Ragesh? What do you think?”
          “Because most girls leave the neck knot. Maybe so it fits right next time she puts it on.”
          “Good answer, Ragesh. Exactly right.”
          Lizamoa turned partly away from me and I undid the tie behind her back. Then as she turned back to me, I lifted it over her head.
          “Oh wow! Great tits,” I said. “I love those big hard nipples.”
          “Good, Michael,” Mum replied.
          “Thanks,” Lizamoa smiled. She seemed genuinely pleased with my comments.
          I reached to touch them again. This time my hands going straight for her nipples. They were hard and felt good to touch.
          "When you undo a bikini or bra from behind consider reaching around each side to play with her tits. She will likely lean back against you making it much more intimate. You could even take the opportunity to kiss or nibble her on her ear or neck. Much more sexy for her.
          "So much to know," I said.
          "Not really. Just a number of options is all."
          "I continued playing with Lizamoa's breasts, observing them as I did. I noticeìd the flesh was soft and smooth, in contrast to her nipples which were hard and rough. I also noticed her nipples looked a bit ragged and I asked her.
          "Too many baby boys chewing on them, I think," she laughed.
          "Just little babies?" Mum asked with a giggle.
         "Probably not. Big baby boys too."
         And both women burst out laughing again. These women were having fun with this, weren't they?
           Mum showed me ways I could handle and touch a woman's breasts. Things that a woman might like done to her. I must admit, I really hadn’t thought about it from the woman’s side, what was in it for her. What she would enjoy.
          “They like to be sucked, too,” Lizamoa softly said. Her hands coming up to pull my head down towards her.
          Over the next few minutes, Ragesh and I learnt a lot. How to lick over them, suck them etc.

          “I need to be kissed, Michael,” Lizamoa said. “To tell me how important this is to you.”
          I lifted my head to look up at her.
          “I am allowing you to undress me. See me naked. Maybe I’m even going to allow you to fuck me. That is a big thing for me. Show me you appreciate what I am doing for you.”
          So she was going to allow me to fuck her! Wow! I didn’t think it was going to go that far. But then I didn’t think it would get as far as getting her topless and sucking her tits either. Now there was some real incentive to do the best I could to please her. I lifted my head towards her face. I’d never really kissed a girl before. I wasn’t sure how to begin other than push my lips against her lips. I went to do that when she stopped me.
          “Hold on!” she said, holding her hands against my chest. “Did you clean your teeth this morning? I don’t want to taste anything gross in your mouth.”
          “Yes,” I told her, laughing.
          “Go on then. Kiss me.”
          I leaned forward to kiss her.
          “Are you scared of her?” Mum said.
          "What?"I asked turning back to look at Mum.
          “Hold her. Pull your arms around her. Show her you mean it.”
          I did as she suggested, putting my arms around Lizamoa."
          “Pull her breasts against your chest. In a sexual situation such as this, she wants that as much as you do.”

          I felt her tongue press against my lips and it seemed natural to open my lips and allow her in. Her warm wet tongue, the soft flesh probing my mouth, finding my tongue. I pushed my tongue hard against hers, the two sliding against each other. Hearing about it, you might think it was gross but actually, it felt quite good. Rather erotic actually.
          She caught my tongue with her lips closing over it. Holding me like that, she began gentle sucking.
          Oh wow! That felt so good.
          She then allowed me to try the same with her. Learning how to tongue kiss a girl and do it right. Make it erotic and sexy for her. I knew that skill was going to be useful.

          The next item I removed from her was her shorts. I reached down for them but it was awkward as I found my head bending towards her.
          “Kneel down,” Mum told me. “Don’t bend your head down. Keep your face towards her.”
          “This also has the effect of having your face level with my pussy,” Lizamoa added.
          I could see the advantage of that so I did as they told me and found my face was about level with Lizamoa’s shorts. It was easy to reach up to remove them. The clip was undone and the front sipper pulled down so the shorts could be easily slipped from her hips. She was left facing me wearing only her tiny bikini bottom.
          I stopped for a feel. I remember what they had told me about breasts and so I decided to give her pussy a feel over before I removed her bikini. I could see how the mound pressed out where the bikini tightly pulled over it. That is where I touched first. Then my fingers ran down lower, under where the bikini pulled between her thighs. Compared to the mound above, she felt soft there. But I could feel something through the bikini. It felt like her pussy lips.
          I think she was enjoying it. I heard a sharp intake of breath. Her hand come to hold my head, to steady herself.
          I decided it was time to find out what was under that bikini. My hands moved up to each hip. Grasping her bikini bottom, I began to pull it down. I wasn’t in a hurry to get her completely naked since I had seen Lizamoa often enough already, seen everything she had too. This time I was enjoying revealing her slowly, seeing the hair of her pussy begin to appear. More and more of it as the bikini gradually slipped lower.
          Most of her mound had appeared when I noticed her body tremble. I suddenly realised she was getting turned on by this. Having me so close, my face in inches in front of her pussy as I pulled her bikini off was actually getting to her. I looked up and saw the look on her face.
          “Hurry up,” she whispered to me. “I want...”
          One last sharp pull and her bikini dropped to her feet. Her pussy directly in front of me. I could see the neatly trimmed triangle of hair. Did she always keep it trimmed like that, or was it specially done for today? I can’t remember. I hadn’t really noticed it before.
          Under her pussy mound, the hair was really cut short. There was the object of her pussy. There was her pussy lips, running down, deeper under, between her legs. I had seen them before but then she had usually been closed. Now they were different, more open and the lips looked swollen too. This began to explain a lot. I had discovered a woman in a sexually excited state.
          My hand reached for her as she gave a gentle moan.
          I could feel how wet she was and remembered Kathy had got like that too when she was very turned on. She gave a second moan as my fingers ran down the length of her. I could feel the wet softness of her lips. My fingers slipped between them and they opened, allowing me to press in.
          Another moan, almost a soft cry this time.
          I pressed in deeper, finding a tunnel of wet velvet towards the bottom. I remembered that Kathy always played with that little spot near the top, so while one hand was pushing my fingers into her, the other found Lizamoa also had the little spot at the top. When I touched it, she cried out, reaching to grab my head.
          Another moan and she realised she needed to sit down.
          “Let me sit...” she tried to say.

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Pussy Eating!

          I helped her to the deck chair behind her and she sat, well almost fell back into it. Pulling herself up higher she lay back while her legs opened, dropping each side of the chair. I followed her down. For a moment enjoying a view of her pussy I’d never seen before. She was so openly exposed by sitting like that.
          When I’d been with Kathy, I’d seen her open herself with her fingers. This was different, she seemed to be opening naturally. I could really see her parted lips now. There was even a hint of the pinkness from deeper inside. She looked so hot.
          I reached to touch her again, my fingers pushing into her lower down again. Two fingers, this time and she didn’t seem to be worried so I tried three. There was a little moan but not much resistance to that either. Meanwhile, my other hand had returned to that little spot at the top, her clitty I realised it was. She was so sensitive there. The slightest touch brought a strong reaction from her.
          Lizamoa was laying back, her eyes closed and her legs wide open, her body trembling at my touch, her pussy humping up at me. I could hear the soft moans she gave too.
          This was way beyond what I was expecting. It was intense and exciting. I was wondering what was happening. It seemed like my sex lessons had been abandoned as Lizamoa’s desires had taken over. I was wondering what should I do next?
          I looked over a Mum and Ragesh and they were both sitting on the next deck chair watching. Mum had a bit of a smile on her face, almost as if she thought this was funny. Ragesh was looking a bit shocked like I was. I really would have never expected a reaction like this from a woman like Lizamoa.
          “Why don’t you eat her pussy,” Mum quietly suggested.
          I looked at her surprised. She must have seen it on my face. She moved forward so she was kneeling on the ground beside our chair.
          “Let me help,” she smiled. “Let me talk you through this.”
          I nodded yes as I turned my attention back towards Lizamoa. She was laying there watching, following what Mum had told me and obviously waiting for me to begin.
          “Pull her lips open more,” Mum said. “Fingers each side.”
          I did as she told me. My fingers reaching for the pussy in front of me. My fingers gently pulling so the lips peeled back further. I could really see the soft wet flesh inside now.
          “Gently blow on her... on the pink part.”
          I gently breathed on her. Her body shuddered and she moaned. Wow! I was not expecting that. It was kind of neat actually.
          “Lick her now. Start at the bottom and lick up.”
          I hesitated.
          “It’s a different taste but you will like it.”
          Actually, I had already tried pussy juice. It was something Kathy and I had done. Tried each other's cum juice.
          I leaned further forward until my tongue could touch her. I first made contact with the lower part that brought another soft moan. As I slowly dragged my tongue further up and could feel her body trembling again, then came the sudden jerk and cry out as I touched her clitty.
          “Do it again... a few more times... push in as deep as you can reach.”
          I was getting a strong reaction from the woman in front of me. And I was enjoying it too. The fact that soon my face was covered with her juice didn’t worry me too much. In fact, I found it rather sexy knowing I could do this to a woman.
          After allowing me to make a few more long licks Mum said, “Now let’s change things. Take one of her lips in your mouth and suck on it.”
          I did that and got another cry from Lizamoa. Her hands came down to hold my head. I was unsure if she was holding me in or pushing me away. Anyway, I pushed forward to continue. I tried doing that to her other lip and got a similar result.
          “Now back to those licks,” Mum said. “Press in deep at the bottom. Don’t miss touching her clitty each time at the top.”
          Following that, I continued. I noticed Lizamoa was getting more and more vocal. Soon she was bucking around under me. Almost like she was trying to fight me, trying to push me out.
          “Stay with her Michael. Hold her down. She's going to cum soon.”
          I did but the way this woman was bucking at me she felt so strong. I had to really hold her so I could continue eating her.
          “She is almost there now.”
          There? I thought. Then I realised Mum had said Lizamoa was about to cum.
          “Enough licks now. Go for the killing shot.”
          What? Killing shot? I thought.
          “Stay at her clitty now. Lick over it a few times...”
          I did and heard Lizamoa cry out as her body gave a shudder.
          “Then take it between your lips... suck hard.”
          I gave her a couple of deep sucks and all hell broke loose.
          Suddenly, she cried out, “Suck me! Suck my clit! Hard!”
          I sort of knew this was the ending. I pressed in, taking her clitty into my mouth and sucked. I only got to do it a couple of times before her clamping thighs pushed me out. All I could do was watch this woman so consumed by her passion. It must be been a good one, by the looks it must have felt amazing.

          Lizamoa, gave a cry, her pussy came up at me, her legs closed around my head and her whole body gave a huge thrust at me again and she came. I knew what was happening as I’d seen Kathy orgasm but this was far more intense. Perhaps where my head was made it much more too.
          Finally, her bucking around had thrown me right out but I suppose by then it didn’t matter. She was over the top now. I sat back looking at her. Her eyes were closed with a huge smile on her face. Her body was giving tiny jerks as the last waves of pleasure left her.
          She fell back on the deck chair exhausted. I was left kneeling in front of her, a bit amazed, a bit shocked by what had just happened. I had seen a woman have a real orgasm, felt her body and the power of her passion as she did.
          I'm not sure that was the type of sex education they had intended but that had been amazing for me. I had made this woman have what looked like an amazing orgasm. I was so pleased that I could have done that. I’d learnt how to properly eat pussy now and enjoyed doing it.

          But my sex education was far from over yet.

                              To Be Continued.

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