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Archive name: aboy.txt (Fm, exh, 1st, ped)
Authors name: Elmer B. Ben (elmerbigben@hotmail.com)
Story title : A Boy's Erotic Education

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A Boy's Erotic Education (Fm, exh, 1st, ped)
by Elmer B. Ben (elmerbigben@hotmail.com)

***

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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