The next couple of days were calmer, at least from the point of view of my sexual education; for aunt Josephine wanted to make up for time lost to my illness from the social and cultural program that he had envisioned for me. We went to see the Van Schrijfboek’s, the Dumoulins, another museum…

When Josephine was not around, Edna was quite daring. She patted my rear, and even my “front”, with laudatory remarks. She kissed me on the mouth. All of this was quite exciting for me, albeit a tad humiliating at times – a couple of times her pats on the rear were more like little spanks. We however had no “quality time” together.

Edna had however passed me a couple booklets on marital activities – that is, sex and how to avoid undesired babies. Such documentation, nowadays, would seem pretty tame in comparison to the wide availability of pornography in movie theaters; but back then it was difficult to get informed, and such publications could easily be deemed obscene. In any case, it made for very interesting reading.

Finally, it was the evening when Josephine went to have dinner and play bridge with her circle of friends. Edna prepared dinner, which we ate together. I suspected things would go the way they had gone one week before, but made no allusions during the meal. Neither did Edna, except for a question whether I was finding the booklets interesting (yes) and an offer to answer any question I may have to the best of her knowledge (thanks, I’ll think about questions). It was like the proverbial elephant in the room.

Finally, I retired to my room, Edna did the dishes, and in came the knock “Alex? Your bath is ready.” And there in the bathroom, “do you need to go to the toilet? No? Then please undress”. Edna put away my briefs and socks for washing up, then went to the shelf, and triumphantly returned with a glycerin suppository in one hand and the jar of Vaseline in the other. “This goes in your derrière! Bend over the bidet, please.”

Oh did she like the word “derrière”… she pronounced it with delight. I however protested “Edna, why do you give me these suppositories?! I mean, I’m no longer 10 year old.” “Alex! You want me to tell you why?” she said, looking serious and cross her arms over her apron. “Yes.”

“Alex, I know males boast about sex with women, at least those not their spouse. It may be even true that they despise women that have slept with them – as though they have been sullied and lost value.”

I stared at her. Then it came to me that, yes, the attitude of a few of my male friends was a bit like that – they had found girls that accepted to sleep with them and then they boasted about it with some hint of contempt for such lowly women. I nodded.

“So I don’t want you to act cocky just because an older woman has learned you the ropes. And so I think it’s better if the lessons come with, let’s say, less dignified experiences. I don’t think you would like to boast about fucking a woman after she had made you go poop in front of her, would you?”

Indeed, no. Not that I would have boasted in the first place, but Edna was right that even in a meek, well-behaved boy like myself there is a potential for cockiness. I nodded.

“Good! Now.. this goes into your derrière! Bend over the bidet!” she said, now back to her cheerful composure. And I complied, and I bore down when told to, and Edna’s finger pushed the glycerin capsule deep into me.

I expected the finger to withdraw at once, but instead it stayed. After 5 long seconds, Edna asked “so, Alex, what do you think of having a woman’s finger in your derrière?”.

What could I say?!

“Open up and relax.” And then Edna moved her finger in and out for a while.

“Ok. This should be enough for now but I think we should do another round of fingering like the other day. Now turn around.”

Edna washed her hands carefully. Then it was the genital examination: light palpation of the testicles, pulling the foreskin, checking for signs of irritation.

“Now into the bath.”

And then Edna undressed quickly and came into the bath as well. She did me, I did her. She jokingly advised me to wash her where I’d be licking; and I did. We then played a bit in the bath – again this was not very comfortable because that bathtub was designed for one; not two, but it was fun.

And then the inevitable occurred – with my dinner being digested and the melted glycerin in my rear, I felt the urge to go. Edna dried me, then dried herself and, no, I was prohibited from going to the toilet until she had dried herself for she again wanted to see me do my duty over the throne. And so I endured the humiliating expulsion with Edna, her arms crossed on her naked breasts, stared at me. She had a look at the “results” and commented them favorably. Then I had to bend over the toilet and offer my bottom to wiping, while I had the unseemly sight of the said “results”.

After everything was flushed, I was back to the bathroom for a trip over the bidet. After soaping me with the washcloth, Edna pushed her soapy fingertip into me. Oh dear, she sure wanted to teach a lesson to that hole, that evening.

Finally she dried my bottom once again, took my hand and took me to my bedroom. Then she looked at me in the eyes and said “I want a good licking.” She laid back on the bed, her bottom to the side, as I knelt in front of her. I had again a good look at her private parts, and then I licked, and licked.

This time however she did not climax in this position; she had other plans. “Stop… let me go onto the bed.” And on the bed, she lied on the side. “Come behind me. Pull your top arm around me… There, there… Now your penis between my legs…. Yes, that’s good. The glans over my clitoris. Then move...”

I had never heard of that caress, but it felt good. My penis was rubbing over her wet vulva, my glans over the most sensitive part. I felt her buttocks with every of my moves. “Oh yes Alex. That’s good. When you have a woman, recall that you can give her much pleasure this way without making her pregnant...”

This was all exciting for me… and after some more rubbing she climaxed. Her bottom shook.

After regaining her breath, she reached between her legs, guided my glans to her opening and invited me in. It was a bit difficult to get the right angle, but she was very moist and I was soon in. “Now do it for yourself, I’ll enjoy it.”

And I fucked her from behind with abandon, and soon my seed was in her.

“Hold me close.” We stayed tight for some more minutes.

“Alex, I must get going.” She cleaned herself up in the bathroom, then dressed, and left with a wink.