I have since recovered from my earlier submissiveness
and, in fact, assumed the opposite role to some extent.
But I have never forgotten my earlier years and the
education I received from my aunt's friend, Nurse Adrian.
It was because of Adrian that I learned the wonders of a
woman's body and, moreover, the appreciation for the
exquisite pleasure that flows forth from a woman's favor.
By first education of submissiveness and obedience to the
female who dominated my earliest sexual experience I
learned valuable lessons that would stand me in good
stead for the rest of my life.
Adrian taught me reverence for sexuality and opened a
magic world of pleasure for me for which I shall be
forever grateful. Since my parents had come into a
sizable windfall and could now afford their heart's
desire they decided to spend a good portion of it on the
world trip they had always dreamed of.
Not having had a real honeymoon and using the short two
weeks they both received for vacation the year they were
married, they used the entire time for the preparation
and the wedding and only a short rip to the Poconos. Now
was their chance to make up for that, and they did.
The fact this did not include me did not bother me in the
least, there were always the school trips, one an essay
contest whose prize was a trip to the British Isles,
another, a science club offered a trip to Africa; all I
had to do was save up for that. That would be easy with
my parent's help.
I did not want to interfere with their dream anyhow. My
time would come for such luxuries, especially considering
the returns from the investment of their newly acquired
largesse.
Since they did not plan to return until after the
beginning of the new school year this was an additional
reason I was left behind. I can't say, at that age, I
would be interested in a globetrotting adventure either.
That I was left with my mother's brother's widow, Regina,
presented an unknown. I liked Regina well enough.
She had not remarried after Uncle Karl passed away three
years ago and had remained in the old ocean front
residence where they had spent most of their married
years. It was just that I was unfamiliar with the New
England community there and I wondered if staying the
best part of a year with my middle-aged aunt by marriage
would be a very boring experience. There were, after all,
no other teenagers who lived close by, nor any I knew in
the nearby small fishing village.
Nonetheless, I was left, suitcases and all, at her place.
That I was not the only guest did not become apparent
until I met Aunt Adrian's friend and confidant, Nurse,
Adrian Carruthers. The first time I saw Adrian was as she
lay on a chaise lounge on the top deck of Aunt Regina's
house. The deck that faced the ocean and the curved
shoreline of Ocean Point, Adrian laid back sunning her
self, completely naked, her head resting on a large
overstuffed pillow, an open magazine laid across her face
shielding her eyes from the sunlight.
It was just an accident I discovered her in this way. I
had unpacked and carefully put my clothes and personal
possessions away in the large walk in closet and dresser
in my room. I had always considered myself fastidious in
this regard and spent some time doing it before I went
down the hallway to the doorway that entered upon the
deck.
I wanted to get a long look at the spectacular view of
the ocean and the Point before I went downstairs to get
the light lunch and lemonade Aunt Regina had promised.
She had not mentioned Adrian and to see this other,
female, guest especially in such a revealing manner, was
quite a surprise, a very stimulating surprise, indeed.
Adrian was thirty plus years, about 5'5" or 5'6" busty
and very curvy. She had shoulder length medium brown hair
and to my surprised and happy eyes, a luxuriant brown
bush of pubic hair. At barely fourteen years old I had
never seen a completely naked woman, except in the few
Playboy and Penthouse magazines I had come across. This
was better. Adrian, in some ways, did not look as good as
the models in the magazines. In more important ways she
looked better. She was real, she was there, and she
certainly was not just a picture.
Missing the ocean view completely I feasted my eyes on
her reclining figure. My prick started to throb and I was
considering standing there looking at her and
masturbating myself to completion while the opportunity
still presented itself. Just about then she stirred and
lowered the magazine sunshield. I dropped back into the
hallway and quickly made my way to the stairs before she
saw me.
Aunt Regina introduced us at lunch. By that time Adrian
had put on a loose fitting tank top and a nondescript
pair of short shorts. She had on a pair of canvas jogging
shoes and had pulled her thick hair back in a ponytail.
Her appearance was in some ways unremarkable, but the
picture of her naked was imprinted on my mind.
That Adrian remained careless in her comport around an
adolescent male such as myself was, at once, surprising
and a welcome occurrence. She never closed the bathroom
door when showering and often went about the house in a
diaphanous gown or in bra and panties only. Surprising
also was that Aunt Regina ignored this. I got some
wonderful eye candy even in Regina's presence. Regina
seemed to ignore Adrian's exhibitionism though, she
herself, behaved and dressed rather modestly.
The upshot of this was a dramatic increase in my efforts
at voyeurism where it concerned Adrian. Where this was
possible I contented myself with fantasizing about her
and masturbating, masturbating excessively perhaps. This
resulted in my soiling the bed sheets and the resulting
discovery of my heretofore, I thought, clandestine erotic
activity.
That I had not noticed not shooting off in the wad of
Kleenex, my usual practice, one night and had left an
incriminating crusty yellow stain on the bed sheet
escaped me entirely, until it was too late. Nothing was
said until the next night when I heard a soft rapping on
my bedroom door. I sat up in bed and called out, "Come
in."
In stepped Adrian in a white baby doll pajama top with a
next to nothing bikini bottom. She sat down on the side
of my bed and began," Honey your aunt noticed something
on your bed sheet before she put it in the laundry
yesterday".
I blushed from head to toe, even felt a little panicky.
Adrian seemed to notice my discomfiture and placed her
soft, warm hand on mine. "It's all right dear; it's
natural for a boy your age to need to ejaculate
periodically. Do you have wet dreams dear?"
I didn't want to tell her that I didn't have very many
wet dreams lately since I spent so much of my time
jacking off and daydreaming about her when I did. I
stammered out some kind of answer about being sorry it
happened and that it wouldn't happen again.
"Of course it will happen again, sweetheart. It is
necessary that it happen. Do you ever... you know, play
with your thing to make it happen?"
I was close to panic.
"Your aunt and I have been discussing the matter and we
think, since I am a nurse, it would be good to give you
an examination, an examination to see whether..."
I gulped, "an examination? By you?"
"Of course dear. It won't hurt any I assure you, and
afterwards, perhaps some instruction in... well, in sex."
The panic subsided and was replaced by a tingling,
throbbing, aching hard-on.
"We'll do that first thing after breakfast in the
morning. In the meantime you get a good night's rest."
She said that knowing I would not get a good night's rest
thinking about what she had said.
"Good night now dear."
She then did the worst, or best, thing she could do,
depending on one's point of view. She bent over me and
gave me a light kiss on my lips, her soft brown hair
brushing my face as she did so. That I got a long look at
her breasts and the tanned expanse of her belly from the
viewpoint of her cleavage did not lesson the need I felt
at that moment.
As much as I wanted I did not masturbate that night
fearful she would discover the fact in the morning; but I
did have a wet dream. The force of my cumming nearly made
me fall out of bed. I sprayed my spunk all over the bed
sheet and my pajamas as well. Worse yet, my gun kept
going off, pumping a huge load on to the Berber rug at my
bedside and on to my hand as I tried to contain the flow.
As to the dream I only remember there was something about
her being naked and bending over the bed kissing me. I
had looked down between her full bosoms when she had bent
over and had seen her pussy lips protruding, wet and pink
and inviting from that copious bush of curly brown cunt
hair. I had shot off when her lips had touched mine.
Morning came and I went downstairs, furtively, hoping
Aunt Regina didn't know what the morning was to bring for
me, hoping Adrian would not be there yet, or at least she
would not have mentioned anything to my aunt about last
night. Luckily Aunt Regina was alone and acted as if
nothing had happened.
Breakfast passed uneventfully and Aunt Regina mentioned
she needed to go to the markets for groceries and things.
"I understand Adrian has some plans for you. Well I hope
you have a good time. I will be gone for some time. I
think I'll drop by my friend Carole's for awhile and we
may have lunch together at that new place at Land's End".
My fate was sealed.
"Well, how are we this beautiful morning?"
Adrian was dressed in her nurse's outfit, crisp white
uniform dress, white stockings and shoes. She had a
stethoscope looped about her neck. The examination took
place in her large bedroom.
It started off normally enough. She took and recorded my
temperature and blood pressure, my pulse rate, which may
have been a little high. She weighed me on the bathroom
scales and checked my height on a scale she had marked on
her closet door.
I began to think it was not be going to be such a big
deal after all.
"You seem to be normal enough in every way that I can
see. I do think we need to be thorough, though. I like to
do the palpation while you are not wearing a shirt. She
bent over again and started unbuttoning my shirt. I felt
my prick beginning to stir. She began to press and poke
on my abdomen and seemed satisfied with her findings,
which she recorded in her little book.
"I think we need to have you undressed for the rest. I
need to have access to your private area and to your
anus. don't worry; I'll be gentle."
I hesitated and then she reached out and took my jeans
zipper in her fingers. There was a definite "Zoop!" as
the zipper was lowered. Having noticed my prior
reluctance to drop my jeans she hooked her fingers in my
briefs and yanked them down along with my jeans.
Blushing intensely I turned my head and looked out the
window, looked out on the bright blue sky of morning,
looked out on the thin strip of beach I could see from
the window and looked out on the ocean beyond. I tried to
think of other things at this moment. I tried to forget I
was standing in front of this woman shirtless, my pants
down around my ankles and my erection standing high and
hard, slightly twitching from the strain.
"My, you do look nice," she said throatily, "for a young
man your age."
She slipped the pants off my ankles and feet, taking my
shoes with them. I was the naked one now.
"Turn around so I can get a good look at you. Walk back
and forth so I can see how you walk."
I walked, my hard prick waggling stiffly.
"Bend over a bit dear, spread your legs."
She took one of my testicles in her hand and squeezed it
gently. She had me cough twice and did the same with my
other gonad.
"Now bend over farther."
I heard the snap of the latex glove on her wrist and
gulped noticeably.
"Don't worry, dear. It will be over in just a moment."
She slathered her finger in a small jar of K-Y jelly. It
was not over in just a moment. The feeling at first was
of a cold, wet object trying to invade my asshole. I
clinched.
Relax, sweetheart. There, that's it."
She probed, then probed more deeply. She began to massage
my prostate and the massaging went on for much longer
that I felt necessary. The pressure began to build. She
withdrew her finger with a little "slurp" from my butt
hole.
"I think I have something you'll like," she said.
She brought out a bottle of some kind of white lotion and
had me turn around. Smoothing the lotion over her hands
she then put one hand between my thighs from behind and
began to, very gently, massage my balls. The feeling was
out of this world. She gently kneaded them in her
fingers, one at a time, then both together, gently, so
gently with her woman's small, delicate hand, with its
practiced fingers. My prick bobbed up and down, its
crimson head turning a slight purple. The veins in it
standing out in clear relief. The tingling and throbbing
in my youthful phallus seemed to bringing it to a point
of exploding.
"I think we'd better finish this in the bathroom."
She gently propelled me into her bathroom and had me
stand over her open toilet seat, a position familiar to
me in the past few days. She continued to ever so gently
massage my aching balls but at the same time she began to
touch and gently stroke my throbbing peter. I shot off in
seconds, splattering a huge load over the toilet seat,
shuddering out spasm after spasm of intense, exquisite
pleasure. I felt weak in the knees and almost fell to the
floor.
After the fireworks had ended and I could think clearly I
noticed how cool and tight my balls were. I was very
aware of them. What was that she had spread on her hands?
If you've never had a lovely woman wash your private area
with mild soap and warm water, then rinse and dry you
down there with a soft, nappy terry towel you have some
fine living to do yet. That, I am happy to say, is what
she did next.
Also, happily, the story did not end there. What occurred
next was my sexual enslavement to this woman. Now sexual
enslavement is a relative term and is not regarded as a
very manly or desirable state of affairs to some. With
Adrian, however, it was ecstasy itself.
She sat on the side of her bed in her pristine white
nurses uniform and regarded me standing there still
naked, aroused to full turgidity again.
"What we need next is to teach you obedience and
compliance."
"Yes, ma'am." Anything she had in mind had to be good. My
balls still luxuriated in that cool balm she had
administered.
"Kneel here." She placed a pillow on the floor in the
center of the room. "Sit back on your heels and get as
comfortable as possible."
I obeyed.
"Hands palm up on top of your thighs."
This was heady stuff for a teenager. I then watched in
awe as she slowly undressed, laying her nurse's uniform,
then her underwear, neatly on the bed.
Now she stood before me clad only in sheer white
stockings rolled on elastic garters above her knees, and
her white nurse's shoes. I looked up her curvy,
voluptuous, body from my perch there on the floor, a
worm's eye view. Her legs were strong and well muscled,
shapely and firm. At their apex the thick muff that
covered her pouting sex, the inner labia of which
protruded wetly from the dense copse. Her belly was only
slightly rounded, her waist narrow above wide curving
hips. Her breasts looked larger than I had remembered,
their half-inch long nipples standing out proudly erect
from her silver dollar size aureoles. She smiled down
upon me from above and turned about to give me a good
view of her firm, round ass.
"Kiss it, right here." she pointed to the middle of her
right butt cheek.
I obeyed, more than willingly. She pointed to the other
of her nether cheeks and I complied again. I was in
heaven. She turned around again and looked down on me
with her radiant smile.
"Now, you may worship me."
She gave no further instructions than that. I wrapped my
arms around her legs and pronounced, " I adore you.
"Good, now ask for what you want of me. Ask for it by
name."
Thus my aunt's close friend, Nurse Adrian, seduced me.
Adrian had a thing about entirely captivating a male and
to do so she had to have someone young and inexperienced
such as my self. She also had to train me in the ways to
serve and pleasure her. It turned out I was greatly
pleasured, myself, when I was at or near my sexual peak
of performance. There was no awkward adolescent groping
or false moves. I had only to obey Adrian's directive and
to boldly "ask for what I wanted of her."
The years have passed but I still recall the
ministrations she performed on my body with her, soft,
gentle, woman's hands. I fondly recall crawling across
the living room floor, naked on my hands and knees, to
place my head between her open thighs under her dress as
she sat in her favorite chair; there to bury my face in
her soft, scented muff and lave her delicious wet, pink
cunt lips.
I remember, too, the punishments, the paddlings and over
the knee spankings with my swollen prick squeezed tightly
between her firm, strong thighs. I remember, too, the
enemas, sometimes pleasant like her washing of my
privates before or after sex sometimes. A Special treat.
Then there were the harsh, cold-water clysters that
brought cramps and sometimes-considerable pain. There
were few of these incidents. Adrian was a kindly and
sensual mistress overall. There were many more pleasures
than punishments in her repertoire but the best of these,
of course, were the fuckings.
The first of these administered to me as I lay tied
spread eagled on her bed or sat shackled in a straight
chair, first having to endure the torture of having to
watch her strip without being able to touch her, then the
further torture of being lovingly fondled and kissed by
her without being to able to return the favors.
At last, over time, I was allowed to initiate and execute
the act of love. The acme of our relationship occurred
when she stood before me, naked but for black thigh high
stockings and a pretty pair of ankle strap pumps. She
lowered her eyes, bowed her head slightly, and handed me
the handcuffs and the collar and the blindfold, then
knelt humbly before me, her knees spread wide and her
hands lying palm upward on top of her beautiful thighs.
THE END (This time)
Elmer B. Ben
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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