Educating Peter, Part 7

Aunt Mandy’s Sex College

The thing with 18-year-old boys is this: they cum quickly and they cum lots. But a few minutes later, they are ready to cum all over again. It’s amazing!

By the time we’d taken it in turns to shampoo each other and rub soapy bubbles all over each other’s glistening bodies – with lots of nips, slaps and tickles thrown in for good measure – Peter was rock hard again.

I was holding the shower head, hosing him down to remove the last of the bubbles and saw that his cock was sticking up like a flagpole, the glans protruding from his foreskin, red and swollen and shiny.

“Mmmm,” I said, giving it a playful tap with my hand and seeing it bounce back up like a spring. “I think we’ll have to do something with this, won’t we? Or you’ll never be able to get your new jeans on.”

I put the shower head back in its holder, then reached down and gripped his cock. I said, “do you want to try something a bit different, Peter?”

“Mmmm, yes please, Aunt Mandy,” he said, enthusiastically. Such a sweet boy.

I said, “Okay, now I want you to lean forward and put your hands on the shower wall. That’s right. Now move your legs apart, sweetie. Yes, that’s it.”

I knelt down behind him and reaching in between his legs wrapped my hand softly around his penis, stroking slowly and gently forwards and downwards.

“Ooohhhh yesss!” he said. I thought he’d like that. I imagined it looked almost as good as it felt, as he looked down from above at my hand stroking his engorged cock.

From my vantage point between his legs and looking up I could see his balls swinging backwards and forwards as I slowly pumped his throbbing dick. Tilting my head back and reaching up with my tongue, I could lick his swollen testicles.

“OOOHHH Aunty!” he moaned, as I sucked each ball in turn into my hot wet mouth.

Rolling them around my mouth with my tongue, while slowly wanking his cock was having the desired effect on young Peter.

“Mmmm, ohhh, yess… that’s so good,” he groaned, clear pre-cum dripping from the engorged head of his penis.

I stopped sucking his balls to ask him a question. “You like that, don’t you sweetie?”

“Oh God yes, Aunty. It feels unbelievable,” he gasped.

“Ready to try something else?” I asked.

“MmmmHmmm,” he agreed, “anything Aunt Mandy. You can do anything with me.”

“Good boy,” I said. “Now just relax, Peter. This will feel a little odd at first, but I’m sure you will love it.” Then I sucked the middle finger of my left hand to coat it with saliva before slipping the fingertip into the opening of his anus.

“OHHH!” he gasped in surprise.

“Don’t worry, baby,” I reassured him. “Just relax and let my finger slip in there, Honey.”

Slowly my finger entered his ass and reached forward to gently stroke his prostate.

“MMMmmm, oh that feels amazing, Aunty!” he moaned, as I massaged him internally and externally at the same time.

“OOOHHH!” he groaned, as his legs trembled and shook and the steady drip of pre-cum became a stream. By lifting my face and pulling his cock lower, most of this sweet cream poured over my face and into my open mouth. Mmmm, I love the taste of a young boy’s cum.

By gently pressing and releasing his prostate gland, the sensation of intense orgasm repeated itself over and over and he was moaning and drooling semen from his cock almost constantly.

I knew from my misspent, but interesting, nursing career that a prostate orgasm, or ‘milking the prostate’ as it’s sometimes called, is quite different for a man compared to a regular ejaculation. Greg always tells me that the heightened sensations are awesome. He calls his prostate his male G-spot, but amazingly, it doesn’t lead to deflation of the penis.

So, after about five minutes of milking his fit young body of its semen, Peter was still stiff as a poker and I decided it was time for me to complete his education.

I gently withdrew my finger from his ass and rinsed it under the shower, but I kept a firm grip on his cock as I stood up.

“Are you okay, Peter?” I asked him.

“Mmmm. More than okay, Aunty,” he mumbled. “I don’t know what you did, but it was incredible. I seemed to keep cumming and cumming non-stop.”

“That was called a prostate orgasm, baby. Something a lot of men never experience, and most women don’t even know about,” I explained, as I gently squeezed his cock to keep it hard. “Thank goodness that your Aunt Mandy was a naughty nurse once upon a time, eh…?”

“Mmmm, you are amazing Aunty!” he agreed with a smile.

“Good. I’m pleased you feel that way, because if you’ve got the strength left, there is one last lesson at Aunt Mandy’s Sex College. One more thing you need to learn before you graduate with honours,” I said.

“I… I don’t know if I can cum anymore, just at the moment,” he said, apologetically.

“That’s okay, Peter,” I reassured him. “As long as your cock stays nice and stiff like this, it will work just fine. It’s me who needs to cum, baby, and I’m going to show you one more way to help me cum big time. Okay?”

“Mmm, okay Aunty. I’d love to make you cum, if I can,” he said. Such a sweet boy!

“Right sweetie. It’s my turn to lean against the wall,” I said, turning around and resting my hands on the streaming tiles, the warm water cascading over my back.

I shuffled my feet apart and said, “Now you stand behind me Peter. Yes, that’s right…” as I felt his hands on my hips and his hard cock between my bum cheeks.

“Now, first we need to slide this in my wet pussy,” I said, as I reached between my legs and directed his penis into my swollen vagina. “MMMmmm that’s right baby, all the way in. Yessss! Make it nice and slippery.”

“Then you need to pull it back out, Peter,” I said, reaching back again to catch his cock and aim it an inch higher, rubbing the glans around my anus.

“Now… you keep very still, baby,” I said, in a whisper, “while… I… push… slowly… back… ooohhhHHH YESSS,” I hissed, as the bulbous head of his stiff cock slid gently into my tiny asshole.

“Oh Aunty! That is so tight!” he gasped.

“Mmmm, I know baby. Don’t move for a minute. Let my bum relax…”

Once in a while, on special occasions like this, I love anal intercourse. But I keep it as a rare treat, which means my ass stays really tight and it takes me a while to accommodate a hard cock. And despite all he’d been through that morning – or maybe because of all he’d been through – Peter’s cock was rock hard.

“Okay Peter. It’s opening up now. Just keep still darling and let me slide back on you,” I said, as I eased back further and felt his rigid prick slipping ever deeper into my bum.

“Mmmm, OH Aunty. That feels fucking incredible!” he said.

“MMMmmm. Yes, it does, doesn’t it baby? Are you all the way in?” I asked, as I felt his balls against my pussy lips and his hips pressed tight against my bum cheeks.

“OHhhh yesss!” he gasped. “It’s all the way in now, and it’s amazing.”

“Good boy. Now, very slowly and very gently, I want you to start fucking me.”

He got a fresh grip on my hips and slowly eased himself out a couple of inches.

“MMmmm, that’s good, baby,” I moaned.

Then he gently pushed himself forward again, sinking his cock back into my bum right up to the hilt.

“OH GODDD, that’s so good,” I hissed. “Again, but keep it slow and gentle.”

He eased back out, then slid slowly forward again, moaning as he did so. It was still incredibly tight.

“OOOHHH, Mmmm,” I gasped. With one hand pressed flat on the tiles, I reached back with the other and touched my aching clitoris. Reaching even further I cupped Peter’s tight ball sack and felt the stream of juice from my pussy pouring over them.

“Next time you pull back, Peter,” I said, “reach under and catch some of my pussy juice, then spread it over your cock to lubricate it some more please, Honey.”

He did as he was told, then slid his penis a little more easily into my ass, while I rubbed my clitoris.

“OOHH, yessss!” I moaned.

Peter sensed I was ready for more and picked up a gentle, rocking rhythm while I grunted and groaned and felt his cock plunging deep inside me.

“Is… this… okay… Aunty…?” he gasped as he pumped his cock in my rear.

“Ohhh… Yesss… Mmmm… Perfect!” I answered, in time with his thrusts.

The fact was, his plunging cock was spreading a warm glow outward from my anus, my tender ring was afire with lust and my pussy was already beginning to spasm as my fingers rubbed my clitoris.

As I leaned further forwards to give Peter more direct access for his increasing thrusts, my big breasts were hanging down and swinging backwards and forwards.

“Ahh… ahHH… aaAHHH,” I moaned as the tide of pleasure surged up… “AAAHHH… AAAHHH… YEAHHH!” … and engulfed me.

“AAAHHH…  FUCKMEEE… YESSS!” I came like an earthquake, shaking and twitching and squirting cum all over Peter’s balls.

In the middle of that frantic whirlwind of ecstasy, I heard him cry out, “OH FUUUUCK!” as he found another orgasm from somewhere, and spurted it in my bum.

Then he was lying on my back under the warm stream of water, his hands squeezing my pendulous breasts deliciously, while his hips maintained a steady humping thrust, his cock pistoning smoothly in and out of my ass and his balls slapping my swollen pussy.

I was in heaven, my pussy continuing to spasm for ages which caused my anus to contract with each new pulse of orgasm, making Peter groan each time. For an age we moaned and groaned, humped and convulsed in ecstasy until our legs wouldn’t hold us up anymore and we slumped, exhausted into the shower tray.

“Well, young Peter,” I said, with a tired smile, as I soaped his cock and balls clean, “I think that completes your education. You get an A Star for being such a willing and dedicated student.”

“Thank you, Aunt Mandy,” he replied. “You are the best teacher in the world!”

Then he looked away, a little sad, and said, “But I have to go home, don’t I?”

“Aww, yes, I’m afraid you do, sweetie,” I said and ruffled his wet hair. “But like all good students you will need to come back for a refresher course from time to time. When is your next school holiday…?”

His eyes lit up and a big smile creased his face.

This is the end of Educating Peter and I hope you've found and enjoyed all 7 episodes here on Solo Touch. If so, I think you'll love the sequel, called Educating Alice by Arabella Maghri. It's a year later and Peter has brought his girlfriend Alice on holiday with Aunt Mandy and Uncle Greg. On the way to Florida they make a new friend Nena and invite her to join them at their holiday hotel. A young waiter called Mitch joins them too for a spectacular vacation full of sex and surprises. Love and Hugs, Randy Mandy xxxx