Sexual Education

Home Schooling

Hans was home schooled. But his mom had no interest in doing filling the state-mandate sex ed herself. Luckily Greta, the lady next door was more than willing to help out in this nobelest of tasks. So, on his 18th birthday, the lessons began.

He kneeled on a table in front of her, buck naked, his wrists cuffed behind his back and his lovely cock hard a rock. He stared at her strap-on with eyes wide. Adorable.

"That's right doll, this is the cock I am going to use to deflower your little boy pussy. But first you're going to get it nice and wet for me. And you're going to be looking me right in the eye doing it, you hear?"

Hurried steps down the basement stairs and soon the door opened. Her daughter.

"Hi, mom! Oh, it's the cutie next door! We're starting today?"

"Indeed today it begins. You're late."

"Yeah, the school went long. A few of stayed a bit extra after sex ed class . . . oh my god, the boy was so cute!"

Greta smiled. "I understand. What subject was it."

"CBT."

"Lovely. As you can see." She grabbed the boy's hard cock and turned it toward her daughter. "This one has a nice big one to play with."

"Mmmm." The girl reached out to stroke its length with one finger. "Yummy." When the boy gasped as her finger reached the head, and tried to pull back, she grinned. "Sensitive. Nice."

Greta held tight so that he was not able to pull away. To make a point, she yanked forward and the boy cried out. "You will not evade a woman's hand! Understand? This is our property. You will learn that the hard way once we get you properly restrained. Go on, honey, touch all you like."

The girl bit her lower lip impishly and toyed with the head a bit with her nails. "*giggle* Definitely sensitive."

"We will learn all about that later," Greta said with a smile. "Where's your sister?"

"She's just grabbing something to eat, she'll be right down."

"No need to hurry. We were in the middle of something here. You girls think about what you want to do with him."

The girl thought about it. "Do we have--"

"Trust me, honey. I will have whatever you need. OK, I'll call when I'll need you guys."

"Cool!" The smiling young lady ran back upstairs.

Greta grabbed the boy by his hair and dragged him off the table. "Ok hon, get down now and on your knees. Open wide." She slapped his face hard. "Eyes on mine!" She murmured a laugh. "That's right. Good boy. Whimper for me." She just loved the look of fear in a young boy's eyes. Gave her a shiver. "Now, let's see how deep you can take it."