How a 7 year old explains Sex

Nic

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  • Sep 8, 2007
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    7 years old and like other boys
    his age rather
    curious.
    He had been hearing quite a bit about 'making out'
    from the older boys, and he wondered what it was and
    how it was done.
    One day he took his question to his mother, who
    became rather flustered. Instead of explaining
    things to Johnny, she told him to hide behind the
    curtains one night and watch his older sister and
    her boyfriend.
    This he did. The following morning, Johnny described
    EVERYTHING to his mother.
    "Sis and her boyfriend sat and talked for a while,
    then he turned off most of the lights. Then he
    started kissing and hugging her. I figured 'Sis must
    be getting sick, because her face started looking
    funny.
    He must have thought so too, because he put his hand
    inside her blouse to feel her heart, just the way
    the doctor would. Except he's not as smart as the
    doctor because he seemed to have trouble finding
    her heart. I guess he was getting sick too, because
    pretty soon both of them started panting and getting
    all out of breath.
    His other hand must have been cold because he put it
    under her skirt.
    About this time 'Sis got worse and began to moan and
    sigh and squirm around and slide down toward the end
    of the couch. This was when her fever started. I
    knew it was a fever, because Sis told him she felt
    really hot.
    Finally, I found out what was making them so
    sick......-a big eel ;had gotten inside his pants
    somehow. It just jumped out of his pants and stood
    there, about 10 inches long, honest, anyway he
    grabbed it in one hand to keep it from getting away.
    When Sis saw it, she got really scared-her eyes got
    big, and her mouth fell open, and she started
    calling out to God and stuff like that. She said it
    was the biggest one she's ever seen; I should tell
    her about the ones down at the lake by our house!
    Anyway, Sis got brave and tried to kill the eel by
    biting its head off. All of a sudden she grabbed it
    with both hands and held it tight while he took a
    muzzle out of his pocket and slipped it over the
    eel's head to keep it from biting again.
    Sis lay back and spread her legs so she could get a
    scissor-lock on it and he helped by lying on top of
    the eel. The eel put up a hell of a fight.
    Sis started groaning and squealing and her boyfriend
    almost upset the couch. I guess they wanted to kill
    the eel by squashing it between them.
    After a while they both quit moving and gave a great
    sigh. Her boyfriend got up, and sure enough, they
    killed the eel. I knew because it just hung there,
    limp, and some of its insides were hanging out.
    Sis and her boyfriend were a little tired from the
    battle, but they went back to courting anyway. He
    started hugging and kissing her again. By golly, the
    eel wasn't dead! It jumped straight up and started
    to fight again.
    I guess eels are like cats- they have nine lives or
    something. This time, Sis jumped up and tried to
    kill it by sitting on it. After about a 35 minute
    struggle, they finally killed the eel. I knew it was
    dead, because I saw Sis's boyfriend peel its skin
    off and flush it down the toilet.