Educating Peter, by Arabella Maghri (the pen name of RandyMandy)

Chapter 1 - Sun, Sea and Secret Sex

“Hello, Peter,” I said, opening the door and throwing my arms wide to greet him. “My goodness, you’ve grown!” I looked over his shoulder as I hugged him and saw his mum Cathy, sister of my partner Greg, walking up the path behind him. She smiled knowingly.

“See… I told you you’d notice a difference,” she said, stepping through the doorway to give me a kiss on the cheek. Then she raised her eyebrows. “Still sure you want to put up with him for a week? He’s a big lump to have hanging around in a small apartment.”

“Of course! You’re welcome any time, Peter.” I turned back to the gangly teenager, intending to pat him on the head and ruffle his hair. But now he was taller than me, that didn’t seem like such a good idea. I smiled instead and ushered them past the open-plan kitchen and into the lounge.

“I’ve got the week off work, so Peter will be good company. We can go into Cambridge, there’s lots to see and do. And Greg’s taking us to the beach tomorrow. He’s popped into town for a couple of things. Be back soon.”

We chatted over coffee and biscuits. I learned about Peter’s hopes for the A-level exams he’d just completed, and the summer job he was going to before college. Finally Greg returned with fresh salad and we all ate lunch. Soon after, Cathy set off for the two-hour drive back to Canterbury and Peter settled in, making himself at home in our apartment.

Then it was Sunday morning and we headed to the coast to enjoy the summer weather, have a swim and soak up some sunshine. I love the freedom of the beach, wearing my favourite white bikini and feeling the sun and wind on my skin. I could tell Peter was enjoying it too. He had on these big baggy shorts and while we were running around playing frisbee his excitement became obvious. Was it the fresh air turning him on? Or the sight of his aunt in her white bikini, I wondered? Although Greg and I weren’t married, I’d always been ‘Aunt Mandy’ to his favourite nephew, who was becoming a handsome young man now he’d turned eighteen.

I asked Greg to put sun cream on my back and shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Peter watching us, following the hands spreading the cream over my back, and I realised his eyes were glued to my chest. I’m quite proud of my breasts – more than a handful, according to Greg – and I guessed seeing them straining my bikini top was helping maintain Peter’s hard-on. It was quite a confidence boost for a woman almost twice his age.

Peter suddenly jumped up and said he was going in the sea to cool off. As he got up I saw the front of his shorts were sticking straight out – he had a nice erection in there! Greg hadn't noticed, but once Peter was in the sea, he started rubbing the sun cream over my shoulders and down onto my breasts.

I laughed at him and said, “Stop that! We can't let Peter see you fondling my boobs here on the beach. He will have an accident in his shorts!”

Anyway, things calmed down. Greg and Peter swam in the sea and larked about while I sunbathed. We all played frisbee some more then had a picnic lunch. I lay down afterwards on my towel and Greg went back into the sea for a longer swim.

I started chatting to Peter. Was he enjoying himself at school? Did he have a girlfriend yet? The sort of thing that nosey aunties are supposed to ask. He obviously liked talking to me and I noticed he was staring at my boobs most of the time. So I said, “Peter, I’m going to lay back and close my eyes for a few minutes. Would you mind keeping an eye on things?” He said that was okay.

He thought I was asleep, but I kept having a crafty peek at him and he was staring hard at my breasts. I thought I’d have a little fun and give him a thrill… so I let my legs fall apart. Then I raised one of my legs so he could see in between them better. Naughty Aunt Mandy!

Sure enough he moved so he could stare at my bikini-clad pussy, and he started rubbing at the front of his shorts. Mmmm, just the thought of him getting horny looking at his aunt’s crotch soon made me wet, and I knew he could see my bikini panties getting a damp patch – my bikini is not really for swimming, as it goes transparent when wet.

So my pussy was getting juicy and my bikini was becoming more see-through as he watched. He kept checking to see if I was still asleep, as he rubbed his shorts, and I could see him leaning over to get a good look and even a sniff of my wet pussy.

Convinced I was asleep, he looked up to check that Greg was still out of sight, then got onto his knees and turned his back to me. Soon I could see his right elbow moving – he was wanking himself right there on the beach! I was both shocked and delighted. It was awesome.

In only a minute he was cumming. I saw him speed up and then grunt and clench his buttocks as he came. He jerked his hips forward three or four times, each time with a stifled grunt. Then he looked over his shoulder to check my eyes were still closed, turned back and finished shaking his cock. He stood, pulled up his shorts and moved the sand with his foot to cover up his pool of fresh semen.

At this point I thought I had better ‘wake up’, so I moved and said dreamily, “Are you okay Peter?” The poor boy almost jumped out of his skin.

He stammered, “Y-yes Aunt Mandy. But I want to go for another swim now.”

I said, “Of course Peter, go and have a nice swim before we have to head for home.”

As the sun started to sink, we drove back home, where we had a nice supper and he went off to bed. I was pleased that Peter had found his aunt sexy enough to have an orgasm. And delighted that he was so excited he couldn't wait – he had to do it right there on the beach.

So when Greg and I went to bed and Greg fucked me, like he always does, I was really ready for it. I made of point of moaning and saying, “Oh yes, fuck me harder!” so that Peter would hear us in the next bedroom.

“Shhh, Mandy.” Greg grunted in my ear. “Peter will hear you!”

I said, “I don’t care – fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

I thought, if we were having fun, I didn’t see why Peter shouldn’t enjoy it too. I was sure he would be masturbating in his bed.

Chapter 2 - Wicked, Generous Aunt Mandy

Next day Greg had to go off to work. Peter was a bit late waking up. I wondered if he had spent all night stroking his young cock, because he looked so tired and seemed drowsy. Then I remembered that all teenagers are like that in the morning.

I got him some breakfast and finally his eyes started to open up. I realised he was trying to see inside my dressing gown. As it was summer and I was wearing a light kimono-style dressing gown, the front showed off quite a bit of my boobs.

I was in a really naughty mood, so when I turned away, I loosened the belt on my robe and let the front fall open a bit more. I brought him some toast and leaned over the table to pass it to him. Poor Peter. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

I smiled at him and said, “While you are eating your breakfast, I'm going to have a shower Peter. If you need anything, you can shout to me through the door.”

I deliberately left the bathroom door open just a crack and as soon as I had got into the shower and turned on the water, I saw the door open a fraction more. So… Peter had come to try and catch a glimpse of me in the shower, just as I thought he would.

We have a glass-walled shower, and even though it is frosted glass, you can see through it quite well, especially when it is wet. I knew he was watching me. So I moved closer to the glass and, as I washed myself, I pressed my back, then my bottom against the glass so he could see it more clearly.

Then I turned around and pressed my boobs against the glass. I made it look like an accident. I was singing and humming and pretending to be engrossed in getting myself clean. He didn’t realise I was putting on a show especially for him.

I have quite a furry bush and although I keep it trimmed to a neat triangle, my hair is dark, so I knew he would be able to see that clearly too. I made a point of washing in between my legs so that he could see it. I was enjoying this new-found exhibitionism and couldn’t decide whether I was wicked Aunt Mandy, generous Aunt Mandy, or a bit of both.

I finished rinsing, turned off the shower and stepped out of the cubicle. I could see a movement through the crack of the door and knew he would be making a quick exit from the scene. So I wrapped a towel around my hair and wrapped another bath towel around my body – it only just covered my boobs and my pussy – and went to see what he was doing.

He wasn’t eating breakfast, that’s for sure! I knew exactly where he would be – in his bedroom, stroking his cock. So I tiptoed along to his room, quietly opened his door and peeped in. Sure enough, he was kneeling on his bed, with a handkerchief in his left hand ready to catch his cum. His right hand was a blur as he wanked his cock like a man possessed.

I was mesmerised. I’ve seen men masturbate many times, but this young lad seemed so desperate to cum. I thought, after all I had done to him, I ought to help. So I stepped through the door and said, “Are you okay, Peter?”

The poor boy shot off his bed, and turned his back to me. “Y-y-yes Aunt Mandy,” he said.

I stepped forward and said in a gentle voice, “It’s okay Peter. I’m not angry with you. It’s quite natural for a young man to masturbate. I’m sure a healthy young boy like you needs to cum several times a day, don’t you?”

He didn’t say anything.

So I said, “And I’m sure you will really need to cum after you have been watching your aunty in the shower, won’t you?”

He groaned and said, “I’m so sorry Aunt Mandy. I came to ask you something, like you said... and the door was open, and I couldn’t help looking.”

“Hey, it’s okay Peter. I saw you were looking at me. I would have done just the same at your age. It’s natural curiosity, isn’t it? To see what your aunty’s tits and pussy look like... eh?”

At this, he looked over his shoulder and saw me standing there, barely covered up in just a towel. He gulped and his eyes switched between my boobs and legs.

I said, “I’ve been teasing you, Peter. And now you need to cum, don’t you honey? The least I can do is help you. Would you like a better look?” And with that I slowly pulled at the towel and let it fall to the floor.

He gasped as he saw my big breasts bounce into view and my dark furry pussy clearly before his eyes.

I said, “There now. What do you think?”

“I-I-I think you are beautiful, Aunt Mandy.”

“Then you’d better turn around, and finish what you started. And I’ll put this towel on the bed for you because I don’t want you cumming all over my duvet.”

He turned, gulped and stared at me, like a rabbit caught in the headlights. He was one side of the bed, I was the other. He was motionless, with his stiff cock in his fist, unable to move because of embarrassment.

So I said, “Honey, I think you will need to move your hand. Here, see if this will help...” And with that I raised my left leg up and put my foot on the bed, so that my pussy was wide open to his gaze. His jaw dropped open. Then I reached down and opened my pussy lips with my fingers.

Turns out, he didn’t need to move his hand after all. His hips jerked forward and he said, “AAAhhh!” His first spurt of cum shot right over the bed and splattered on my tummy!

I was both shocked and delighted. This poor young lad had been so desperate to cum, that the sight of my pussy made his semen fly right across the bed. I was impressed.

I said, “Yes, that’s it, Peter! Let it go honey!”

He moved his hand up and down once, arched his back and shouted again “AAAHH!” and his second jet of cum cleared the bed and landed on my boobs.

I was laughing now. “Yes, come on Peter, cum for your aunty!"

His third, fourth and fifth spurts didn’t reach me, sadly, but did make a valiant attempt, splashing onto the towel I had placed between us.

“Yes, that’s it, Peter, stroke your cock now to get every last drop out of it.” And like a good boy he did as he was told. His cock dribbled quite a bit more cum before it started to soften.

I said, “Do you think that's all of it, for now?”

Peter seemed to have lost the power of speech. He just nodded.

Chapter 3 - Young Men Are So Horny!

 “I had better clean us up then,” I said. I picked up the towel, folded his cum inside and used it to mop his sperm off my breasts and tummy. Then I stepped around the bed to where he was still standing like a statue, and used the towel to wipe his hand and cock, so he didn't dribble any more onto my bedding.

I looked at his face and smiled. He stared back at me with a look of wonder, his mouth open and his eyes full of questions. So I squeezed his cock in the towel, put my hand on his shoulder and kissed him gently on the lips.

“There, you’ll feel better now, Peter. Don’t be embarrassed. It’s perfectly natural and I’m pleased you find your aunt’s body arousing.”

He finally managed to speak. “I-I think you are beautiful Aunt Mandy. I’m sorry I splashed you with my... with... er... you know."

“You mean with your semen, Peter? You don’t need to worry about that sweetheart. Most girls find it very erotic to get splashed with a boy’s cum, or semen. I happen to love it – it really turns me on!”

I continued, “But it’s quite sticky, so I think I need to step back into the shower. Why don’t you join me, and I will wash your back for you.”

He looked astonished and didn’t move. So I laughed to put him at ease. “Just think of all the water we will be saving by having a shower together, Peter. Doing our bit to save the planet, eh?”

He still looked uncertain. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to tell Greg or your mum about any of this. And I don’t suppose you will either, will you?”

He shook his head. “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”

“Good lad, Peter. Let’s go and get clean then, eh?” I took his hand and led him back to the bathroom. On the way I noticed that his cock was rock hard again. Young men are so horny!

I turned on the shower and pulled him inside with me, under the jets of steaming water. He just stood there, uncertain what to do, so I gave him the bottle of shower gel and said, “I think you ought to wash your cum off your aunty’s tits and tummy, don’t you?”

He nodded and got to work. He was incredibly gentle, touching me as though I was made of glass. It was so sweet, giving him his first proper feel of a woman’s body. And it was making me feel as horny as hell too!

I said, “I won’t break, Peter. You need to rub a bit harder to get me clean, Honey.”

Then, as both his hands closed over my nipples for the first time, “MMMmmm, yes Peter! That’s it, baby. Don’t be afraid. Give my breasts a good squeezing and feel the nipples between your fingers and thumbs. Oooh yeah, just like that!”

I could see his cock was bobbing up and down in time with his racing heartbeat, and knew he wouldn’t be long before he came again. There was a steady dribble of pre-cum trickling from the eye of his cock’s bright red, swollen head.

“Okay,” I said. “They’re clean enough. Time I cleaned your cock for you now, Peter.” And I gave a soapy stroke to his throbbing member. He gasped in surprise.

“I’ve got a special cleaning method to show you,” I said and winked before squatting down in front of him. I rinsed the bubbles off his rigid penis, then reached out my tongue to lick at the drips of clear, sweet pre-cum dripping from the end. He groaned.

Remembering he was on a short fuse, I looked up at him and said, “Now, just relax Peter and let this happen, okay?” He nodded and then gasped again as I sank my lips over his straining dick and slid them smoothly all the way down to his balls.

“Oh, Aunty!” he gasped in panic. “I’m gonna… I’m… I’m… NNNGGGHHH!” His hips jerked forward as the first hot jet of cum smacked into the back of my mouth and slid straight down my throat.

“Mmm Hmm!” I nodded encouragement and grabbed his slender hips, pulling his cock deeper and sucking hard.

“OOOhhh!” He spurted hard again and his hands found my hair. He held my head so gently, then pushed his cock deep into my mouth again…

“AAAGGGHHH!” Another thick stream of semen splashed over my tonsils.

I bobbed my head up and down the length of his cock, sucking hard.

“MMMmmm!” He shot another load of cum over my tongue.

“OOOhhh!” His legs were shaking as the final stream poured from his cock.

“Mmmmm.” I hummed in my throat and sank his cock so deep in my mouth, my tongue was able to reach out and lap at his balls. He loved that.

“Oh, oh Aunty!” he groaned. I could sense he was getting too sensitive for more aggressive sucking on his cockhead, so I pulled my mouth off him. I held his cock up and gently sucked his balls, one at a time into my hot, wet mouth.

“Ooohhh, Aunt Mandy!” he murmured. Then his knees gave out and he slid down the wet shower wall to sit in the tub.

“That was unbelievable!” he said, his eyes shining.

“Hehehe, yes it was, wasn’t it!” I giggled. “That’s what we call a blow job, or giving head. It’s a bit special, isn’t it?”

“But didn’t you mind my… um, my semen, going into your mouth?” he asked, looking slightly worried.

“No, not at all, Peter. I love the taste of cum. The feeling of a cock throbbing and spurting in my mouth is wonderful, and semen is perfectly safe to swallow. It’s almost pure protein, so it’s really good for you.” I smiled at him.

“But don’t expect all the girls at school to see it that way, not at first anyway,” I warned him. “It’s an acquired taste and some girls don’t like it. It takes a lot of practice to get it right, to really enjoy sucking a cock and make sure the guy gets the most out of it too.”

He looked up at me with a dazed grin.

“And while you’re down there,” I said with a smile as I stood up again, “it’s time for your next lesson… how to give head to a girl!”

I pulled him up to his knees, tipped his head back, and straddled his shoulders. His eyes opened like saucers as he saw my dripping pussy descend towards his mouth. I bent my knees and opened my thighs wide, then pushed his face deep into my sopping pussy.

“MMMmmm, that’s it. Lick it and suck it, Peter,” I said.

He nodded. That was a good start. His nose rubbed my clitoris as his mouth opened and his tongue stroked up the length of my pussy.

“Mmmm, oh that’s so good, Honey. Keep licking up and down the full length of my pussy. OOOhhh yess, that’s just right. That little nub at the front is my clitoris. You need to lick it. AAAhhh. Yes, like that. And suck on it honey. OOHH GOD!”

I pulled his face deep into my snatch as I felt the first wave of orgasm hit me.

“OOOHH YESS, OOHH YESSS, OOHH GODDDDD!” My climax exploded within me… and squirted all over his face. He was a quick learner. He opened his mouth wide to catch the rest of my cum, while he lapped at me furiously with his tongue.

“AAAHHH, OOOhhh, Aahhhh,” I moaned, as I humped his face, my pelvis thrusting back and forward while my vagina spasmed and spurted out the rest of my juices.

I eased the pressure on the back of his head and let him come up for air. He sucked in a lungful, looking slightly shocked by the experience.

“You okay, Peter?” I asked him, as I realised this was his first ‘up close and personal’ experience with a pussy. Let alone the pussy of a sex-crazed nymphomaniac, like his Aunt Mandy!

“Yeah,” he gasped. “Wow, that was… intense!”

“Yes, it was intense, wasn’t it?” I smiled. “You passed that lesson with flying colours, young man.”

I ruffled his sopping wet hair with my fingers as I leaned back against the streaming tiles.

“Hope you enjoyed it half as much as I did, Peter?”

“It was awesome!” he said, enthusiastically. “But I didn’t expect it to taste so good, or for there to be so much err… so much umm…”

“So much cum, you mean?” I asked. He nodded.

“That’s girl cum, Peter. Some women cum twice as much as men do. It’s not the same, of course, because there no sperm in it. But it’s a lubricating juice to help the penis slip in and out of the vagina more easily.” I said.

“The more juice the better. It means you can fuck for hours without either of you getting sore. I’m so pleased you enjoyed the taste of it, Peter, because you will be tasting a lot more of Aunt Mandy’s cum while you are here. And I will be tasting a lot more of yours too!” I said with a wink.

“Now then. Let’s get cleaned up and go off to the supermarket.” I ruffled his hair and started soaping his chest. “We’re just about out of food and I need to keep your strength up, young man.”

 
More to follow soon.

Hugs and kisses, Arabella xxxx