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So in the Holyfists family, around 669 years ago, the women tried to find a solution.
They did not want their descendants, their children, their nephews, their cousins, and the rest to be left unsatisfied.
After much discussion and brainstorming, they came up with a plan.
The mothers and sisters of the family would take on the responsibility of teaching sex education to the boys from a very young age. This education would include information on anatomy, sexual health, and techniques for achieving and maintaining an erection.
The women of the family would teach the boys the proper way to fuck a woman, the proper way to treat a woman, the proper way to eat her pussycat, and so on.
Then they would give the boys their first kiss and have their first sexual experience.
This would be the first step towards their goal of making sure that their descendants are not left unsatisfied.
But unfortunately, the results were not satisfactory.
Some men simply didn't take the lessons seriously.
Others found it too embarrassing, and they would not even masturbate in front of their mothers and sisters.
It was not working.
The Holyfist house had 29 generations before me.
The 20th generation was a failure.
So the women came up with another plan.
They would hire a woman.
Not just any woman.
A woman who was skilled in the arts of seduction.
A woman who could make any man succumb to her charms.
A woman who would be able to teach a man everything he needed to know about sex and seduction.
A woman who would be able to make him a perfect lover.
And thus the custom of hiring a professional sex educator was born.
The woman would live with the boy and his family, and she would be the boy's personal tutor in all matters related to sex.
She would be his mentor, his guide, and his teacher.
She would show him how to please a woman, how to make her feel good, and how to give her the orgasm she deserves.
She would be the one to teach him everything he needed to know about the female body.
She would be the one to help him learn the joys of incest, the joys of fucking his sister, his mother, his aunt, and so on.
And when the time was right, she would be the one to introduce him to the joys of fucking other women.
The women of the Holyfists were quite satisfied with the results.
As the generations passed, the boys got better and better at fucking.
Some of the girls were even starting to say that the boys were too good.
Too good at making them cum.
Too good at pleasing their cunts.
And that was exactly what the women wanted.
They wanted their boys to be good lovers.
They wanted their boys to be able to make their women cum again and again.
They wanted their boys to know how to please a woman's body, how to make her moan, scream, and squirt.
They wanted their boys to be perfect lovers.
And that was the goal.
So they kept hiring the best sex educators they could find.
The best lovers.
The best teachers.
And it worked.
It worked well.
The boys were learning how to be good lovers.
They were learning how to fuck.
They were learning how to please a woman's body.
They were learning how to give her the orgasms she deserves.
And the women were satisfied.
Very satisfied.
They were finally able to ensure that their bloodline would continue.
They were finally able to ensure that the Holyfist family would not go extinct.
So the tradition continued, and the sex educators continued to come.
Year after year, generation after generation.
I, too, was raised following that tradition.
Every morning, without fail, I would wake up to the gentle touch of my mother, Lora, or one of my sisters. They would gently kiss me on the lips, and we would engage in an act of intimacy that left us both breathless. It was a way for me to learn and explore the art of love-making, with guidance from the women who knew me best.
But the intimacy didn't stop there. My family also made it a point to shower with me every morning. It was a way for them to teach me the importance of cleanliness, and to show me the different parts of their bodies. I learned about the different shapes and sizes of their breasts, their vaginas, and their asses. I learned how to pleasure each of them, and how to make them moan and squirt. I learned how to satisfy my family, and how to bring them to new heights of ecstasy.
This was all part of my education.
My sex education.
I was being trained to become a perfect lover.
And I was loving every second of it.
It was a dream come true.
A fantasy come to life.
The best way to start the day.
And it was all thanks to my family.
So yeah, that's the general background.
Now let's go back to the present.
Lora is still lying on the bed, breathing heavily.
She's just been fucked by me, and her pussycat is still filled with my cum.
She's still tied up and gagged, and her breasts are still red and swollen from the slaps and caresses of my hands and fingers.
Her ass is also still red and swollen from the spanking and fingering I gave her.
Her hair is disheveled, her face flushed, and her lips are bruised from the deep, passionate kisses we shared.
"That was great. You're such a good slut. I love it when you're all tied up and helpless, and I can do whatever I want to you."
I say as I untie her, remove her gag, and rub her shoulders and back.
"Thank you, Master." She replies, her voice hoarse.
"What would you like to do now? Do you want to eat, take a bath, or just relax?"
"I think I'll have a bath and then eat a late breakfast. I'm not really hungry."
"Alright, that sounds good. You go take your bath, and I'll start breakfast with my mother and sisters,"I said as I wiped my penis off with a tissue and tossed it away, then put on my clothes and left the room.
"Ha, ha, ha, ha."
The woman lay on the bed, gasping, her entire body still shaking.
"Ah, aaah, aaaaaaaaaah."
A stream of fluid flowed from her vagina, and she felt her body slowly relaxing and her muscles loosening.
"Ah, ha, aaah, ha, ha."
Then, slowly, her consciousness faded away.