Kellie, the neighborhood girl, who sometimes watches Bobby John and Billy Ray, was having trouble in her Sex Education Class in school. She told her mother, Becky, (You remember Becky. She is the frigid bitch, who so rudely called me a slut, when I was giving Pookie his morning blowjob in our driveway.) about her problems and Becky advised her to seek my help. She said that if you were to be a good girl, you should only learn about sex from your pastor right before you are married. But as Becky had to get good grades in order to get into Texas Christian University which meant getting good grades in her Sex Education Class, then Kellie should seek tutoring from an expert in the subject and that nobody had more knowledge in this area than me.
Kellie called me up on Thursday and told me of her troubles and asked if I could help tutor her. I had no problem helping her with this she is a sweet and cute girl and I do know my way around a sex manual. So I told her to come over after school the next day and we would start our lessons.
When Kellie got to the house, we went up to the bedroom to study. She told me that, eventhough she was a senior in high school and eighteen, she was a virgin and was following her mothers wishes and was saving herself for marriage and did not even have a steady boyfriend. I told her that she was a very pretty girl and asked her why she did not have a steady boyfriend. She said that all her boyfriends soon grew tired of only getting so far as touching her breasts through her shirt and eventually left her. She said that when she spoke to her mother about this, her mother had told her that the way to a boys heart was through his stomach and she should bake her boyfriend cookies. But though the boys appreciated the cookies, they still kept leaving.
This was a shame and I told her that with a few lessons she could both comply with her mothers wishes and keep a boyfriend. I told her that the way to a boys heart is not through his stomach but through his zipper. So I started our first lesson by putting in a DVD of 'Sorority Cock Suckers' and pulled out Mr. Pinky from under the bed. It is only six inches long so I figured it would not be to large for her to start on. It was like a cock with training wheels.
I told her that giving a blow job was not technically sex as our ex-president Bill Clinton said so and as he was not impeached for saying it, that it must be true. This way she could keep the boys interest and not disappoint her mother. I told her to just do as the professional actress did with Mr. Pinky. I must say she is a natural and only needed a few pointers concerning the finer points such as not scraping with her teeth on the cock and how to relax the throat in order to get the whole thing in her mouth.
After she got the hang of it, I put on my strap on so that she would know what to do with her hands. Such as when to grab the boys balls and gently knead them and when to gently pull on them and when to stroke his cock and when to grab his ass and go for the glory. I also showed her how to position her head so that the boy could look down and see how pretty she looked with his cock in her mouth and not just see the back of her head.
As it was getting close to time for me to start dinner so that it would be ready for Pookie when he got home from work, I gave Kellie some homework. I told her to hook up with a boy that she wanted for a boyfriend and to see if this new tactic would work. I soo know that it will.
I can't wait for our next lesson. I think that their current chapter is about anatomy. That is my favorite parts, sexual anatomy. Oh well Ta-Ta's for now.