How I Became a Sex Guru - 1

My first encounter with sex was when I was five.

'Dad? What is sex?'

'Sex? Well um... It's um.. Hang on a sec. DONNA.'

'YEAH?'

'COULD YOU COME HERE FOR A SEC?'

My step-mom, then my dad's girlfriend, came into the living room, her hands powdered with flour. 

'Whatsup?'

'Junior just asked me 'bout sex.'

She giggled. 'What did ya tell 'im?'

'You kno' I'm not big on words. So I thought we oughta show 'im.'

And so dad undid his zipper. 

'Careful, suga'. I ain't wet.' 

'K hon.' He pulled out something long and hairy from his pants. He then lifted Donna's skirt and pointed. 

'See that. That there's called a pussy and this here's my junk. And I stick it in like this and start humpin' and that's sex.' 

I was hooked by then. I nodded my head slowly but only out of duty. In fact I was way more confused than before. I mean how was I supposed to fit all that into a small check box in the cub scouts' application form?

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(to be cont.)