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A man puts his penis in a woman's vagina and moves it in and out until his sperm squirts out and if it's the right time of the month, that's about rough fucks four days before and after the egg comes down, it joins with the egg and a new baby is started. Wouldn't that rough fucks hurt? Lena asks, Katy's hole, uh vagina is pretty small and mine isn't much bigger. No, a woman's vagina stretches a lot, it's rough fucks got to, because that's where the baby comes out when it's ready. That does hurt, but sex usually only hurts the first time, because there's a piece of skin inside a girl's vagina that has to be broken. Don't bother trying to show us Katy. After that it will only hurt if you try to do it too quick and there's no lubrication. What's that? Slippery fluids that are made inside the vagina when a girl or woman is aroused, so that a man's penis can slide easily. You can use artificial lubricants, but unless there's some sort of medical problem, they shouldn't be used, because if they're needed otherwise, only the man's going to get any satisfaction. The girl won't be uncomfortable like if she was dry, but if both people aren't getting good feelings from sex then you shouldn't do it. Why? 0 Because sex is about love and affection, if a man or boy just wants to use you for his own pleasures, then he's a selfish bastard and you should piss him of and find somebody who cares. Boy's you can give a second chance to, because they aren't very experienced, but if they're not interested in helping you to feel good too, dump them and spread the word. It'll keep other girls from making a poor choice and it might just bring the boy to his senses. Now you're still a little young to think about having sex yet Lena. Oh, you're probably physically ready, but unless you get a very understanding and gentle lover, it'll probably be a big disappointment and that just makes it harder the next time. In the meantime when you're in private, you can explore your body and find out what feels good and what doesn't.

I'll give you a couple of pointers, your clitoris, that's the little bump at the top of your slit, is just about the most sensitive part of your body and rubbing it will probably give you the most pleasure. But you should start by softly rubbing all over the outside of your pussy first, and when you start to make lubricants use them to make your clit slippery, by then it should be getting hard and stiff like our penises did. How come Katy's sticks out like that? And is my pussy my vulva? Yes pussy is just another name for vulva and there are lots of other names. I'm sure Katy can work them out from all she's heard over at the yards. Her clitoris is that big because they come in all shapes and sizes, Katy's is unusually large, in fact it's just about the biggest one I've ever seen. Most women's clits are about the size of rough fucking a peanut or a bit smaller. How will I know when it's time to have sex with a boy? Katy asks, I mean I'm feeling sort of rough having sex with tingly down here. she rubs absently at her little pussy, Sort of like I want to piddle, but I don't. And rough fucking it's getting slippery too. And my clitty's getting bigger. And I was just wondering what it would feel like if you put your penis in me. My uncle, who had been struggling to tell Katy to stop her 'idle? ' fondling of her little slit, cries out, Oh shit! No Katy! THAT would not be a good idea. At the same time, his prick, which had almost fully relaxed, snaps to attention so fast that it almost slaps his belly, signalling that it thought the idea was great. Would you please rough throat fucking photos stop rubbing yourself and listen very carefully to what I say.

I could get into enough trouble just for telling you about sex. If I actually did it with you and anybody found out, I could go to jail. And the people in jail do not like men who have sex with little girls, I could get killed. Even if I wanted you to do it? she asks incredulously. Yes, even then, he replies, because they would think that I did something that made you rough throat fucking pictures want it. So who can I do it with so I can see what it's like? Katy asks. 0 Nobody! my uncle says forcefully, You are way to young to even think about having rough throat fucking stories sex yet. You should wait until you are at least as old a Lena, and even then you should wait a couple of more years. In the meantime, you can masturbate, but do it when you are alone. O. K. What did you mean about Mum being rough throat fucking photos religious? Lena asks, in an attempt to divert attention.

Uncle Liam gives her a grateful look, and while his attention is on her, I give Katy a warning look, she responds with an impudent display of her tongue, but nods agreement. Well religious people have some really funny ideas about sex, that they get from the bible. They usually think that sex should only be used for having babies and having sex for fun is a sin. Of course that means that they think the masturbation is wrong, because the only reason for masturbating is to feel good. Now although your mother might not be religious like your grandmother, she was rough fucking taught about sex by her and although your mother might know that what she was taught is wrong, she still doesn't believe that it's wrong. Do you understand what I mean? Um, sort of I think. she replies hesitantly, It's like knowing that there's nothing wrong with people like Jane's friend Paul, but you sort of feel uncomfortable around them anyway. Exactly, that's a perfect example. he replies. If you hear something often enough, especially when you are young, rough throat fucking stories you believe it, and you can keep on believing, even when you KNOW it's wrong. Now a couple of other things, and these is some of the most important things, that's why I saved them for last First, never have sex with a boy unless he's wearing a condom. That's a rubber bag that goes over a penis and catches the sperm. It'll stop you getting pregnant, but more importantly, it will stop you catching any diseases that he might have. So even if you go on the pill later, you should still use a condom unless you know the boy very well, and you are the only one doing it with him. If you even suspect the boy is having sex with somebody else, he wears a condom or he can masturbate. Also, if a boy won't take 'no' for an answer, that's rape, it doesn't matter how nice he is, if he won't stop when you tell him too, he's a rapist and you are fully entitled to do anything you have to, to get away from him.

If you can't get away, tell somebody you can trust rough having sex with as soon as you can, don't stop to think about it, just tell somebody. If he threatens to kill you, it doesn't matter, still tell someone, because if you don't he's either going to come back again or he's going to do it to other people. If you keep your mouth shut, it will really screw you up inside and if you find out later about somebody else he's hurt, it'll screw you 0 up even further. If you talk about it, it will help you heal. Besides, you're better off taking the risk of getting killed, than being a slave to scum like that, and that's what you'd be if you let him take control of your life. Now, I really think It's time that we got dressed and on the road gang, your father's going to wonder what we are doing. Now for all our sakes, please keep quiet about this. I won't ask you to lie about it, if your parents asks you a direct question tell them everything I told you. They'll still probably be mad at me, but if you just tell them I taught you about sex, the first thing they'll think is that I showed you and once they get that idea in their heads, you'll have a damned hard time getting them to listen to the rest. As he was saying this, I'd been sorting through clothes, picking out underpants for the girls and handing them to them, Katy looked at hers as if they were something you might find under a rock, but she slips them on anyway. Once the first modicum of modesty has been restored for the girls, I leave them to finish dressing and find clothes for myself. Once we're dressed, we have a quick whip around, Lena and I packing up the last of my stuff up, and stripping the mattresses and Katy and Uncle Liam seeing to the kitchen and banking the fire. On my way out the door with the sheets and pillowslips, I grab the ruined pillow and take them downstairs. While the washing machine is filling with water, I tip the feathers from the pillow into the composter and dispose of the ruined cover. Five minutes later we collect a couple of crowbars and a bowsaw from under the house and troop off down the drive to where it crosses the creek. On the other side rough fucks is my uncles little WD. A cable runs from the winch to a tree on this side of the creek and my uncle instructs me and the girls to hold onto it as we cross. Adventurous soul that she is, Katy is the first to make the attempt, but has to retreat, as the water swirling about her thighs threatens to knock her off her feet. However she refuses to be left behind, and insists that I carry her on my shoulders.

I very carefully pick my way across the creek, gripping the cable tightly under my arm and using one of the crowbars as a staff. Her extra weight actually makes it easier to maintain my footing. When I tell my uncle this, he brings Lena, carrying his jeans and our footwear across the same way and after instructing me on how to run the winch, goes back to unfasten the cable and secure it about his waist. As he crosses I wind the cable on the drum, keeping just enough tension to prevent it dragging in the water. After rinsing the mud from our feet and drying off with an old towel from the car, we slip our footwear on and pile inside. He drives about five kilometres down the road to where Lena's father and brothers are working on a huge ghost gum which completely blocks the road. What the hell took you so long? Bob Shead yells, switching off his chainsaw. They did. Uncle Liam answers, laying the blame on us, They spent half the night looking at the stars and they were still asleep when I got there. They fed me breakfast, and then Katy wanted to go swimming. A mud fight and another swim and here we are. Well now that you're finally here, get to work over there. You kids can help the boys shift what we've already cut. Having said this, he fires up his chainsaw and starts rough fucking tearing into the tree. Lena introduces me to her brothers, Gordon and Jeremy.

Gordon is about eighteen years old and looks as strong as an ox and just about as bright. Jeremy is about fifteen and almost as strong as his brother, if anything, his light burns even dimmer than his brother's. Katy watches them heaving at a large branch for a while, one of them working at each end with a crowbar, even with their considerable strength they are only moving it a few inches at a time. Hey, Jeremy you big dummy. Katy calls. Yeah Katy? he blinks amiably. Come here and work on the same end as Gordon. she orders. Why? Don't worry about that, just do it. she orders imperiously. Gordon wait for Jeremy. Moving ponderously, Jeremy joins his brother and under Katy's guidance, they set their bars to the log and heave. They blink with surprise when the end of the log lurches a good two feet. After another four heaves she directs them to the other end and a couple of minutes later the branch is clear of the road. Fortunately, both boys are very amiable lads, because she bosses them unmercifully. Even when they make a mistake and she curses them roundly, they just accept the abuse calmly and wait for her to tell them where to put the crowbars. Leaving them to deal with what Bob cuts, Lena and I join my uncle and start in on what he has already cut.

Ten minutes later, having reduced the crown of tree to manageable potions, Liam takes Lena's crowbar and Bob takes mine and not very many minutes later the road is clear. Moving from tree to tree, we work our way down the road, even eating lunch on the move, and about two o'clock that afternoon, we meet James and Jane coming the other way. Working with them is a sleeper cutter, who with rough fucks his big chainsaw and tractor has helped them to cut an hour off their best estimate. After making a show of counting heads and limbs and hugging all three of us, Jane herds us into their car, kicking Jimmy out, to go back with my uncle. Chapter - HOMECOMING. So were you girls good for Geoff? Jane asks, after letting Katy chatter on for ten minutes or so about her stint as public works foreman, and how much faster the Shead boys worked under her direction. Twisting sideways in her seat, Jane looks back at us between the seats. Yes Mum. Yes Jane. Geoff?