eejima (ee-gee-ma)

Lol, how a 7 year old describes sex.

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Little Ramy was 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 Ramy, she told him to hide 
behind the 
curtains one night and watch his older 
sister and 
her boyfriend. 

This he did. The following morning, 
RAMY 
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.

HAHAHAHA.