Chapter 2

Her nephew and niece had been staying with them for almost a week, and Cathy was going out of her mind. There had been several good opportunities during the week for her to get Peter alone and begin her eager task of teaching him the secrets of life she was storing up for him. But each time she tried to get started on the subject, she either lost him with her approach, or something happened to interrupt them.

In the kitchen one morning, when Allen and Valerie were up at the pool vacuuming it before the guests were out, she began asking Peter about his girlfriends. A sure-fire way to get him involved, Cathy had told herself after several failures. But his shy, timid responses were a test of her patience. After getting him to admit that he had "some" girlfriends, followed by a poor dialogue of where he took them on dates, Cathy sat beside him at the kitchen table, her right knee gently pressed against the side of his left leg and asked, "What do you do on your dates?"

"The usual stuff," he mumbled. "You know."

"That's the problem," she sighed, her knee pressing tighter against his leg, with a slight massaging motion. "The things kids did when I was your age seem to be altogether different today. That's why I'm so interested in what it would be like to be sixteen again ... I mean, do you kids really get into sex at an early age?"

"Probably the same as when you were a kid," he answered, his eyes avoiding hers. "But the kids now are just more open about it."

"I hear the girls are more aggressive than they use to be," Cathy said, her entire body alert and all senses tuned in for a sign from him. Some signal to tell her to proceed, or stop. While she desperately want to continue, she didn't want to alarm him or scare him into an embarrassing scene either.

"Some girls tease a lot," he offered. "They like to see if they can get a guy all excited ... then they cut him off when he tries to make something of it."

She could feel him loosening up a little now. "I can tell by the tone of your voice boys still hate a tease," she said with a laugh, her right hand coming; down on his leg, just above the knee and she could feel the warmth of it through his tight jeans. "What do the girls do?"

"Mostly press themselves against the guy," he mumbled, his eyes now avoiding her hand as well as her eyes.

"Like pressing their boobs against your arm?" she whispered.

"Yeah ... and other things too...."

Cathy saw the object of his embarrassment bulge larger in his crotch now. It occurred to her that he couldn't bring himself to tell her what the girls did, but was turned-on by hearing her say it. "I guess the girls haven't change much," she sighed. "They still drive the guys up the wall with their young boobs and rubbing their little behinds against a guys hand ... teasing the daylights out of him."

"Yeah. But the minute the guy tries to touch back ... they get pissed-off," he managed to say as his breath started to get heavy.

"I remember a girl in school that use to run her fingers up a guys leg ... like this ... and really drive them wild," she said, her finger sliding up the top of his leg, stopping just below the bulge in his pants, then moving back down to his knee. "Does that turn you on?"

"I guess," he lied, trying to retain a sophisticated air. The pain in his hardening penis was almost unbearable as his tight pants prevented it from uncurling to its natural straight-out position. His mind fumbled for an excuse to get up for a minute so he could spring the flexing muscle to an upright position. It would be less noticeable too, he told himself, if the shaft followed the contour of his zipper. At the same time, he didn't want to do anything to cause her to stop what she was doing. So he remained motionless, agonized by the growing pain in his groin, holding his breath and hoping she wouldn't notice that anything was wrong.

"It use to drive the boys crazy," Cathy said, this time running her finger up the inside of his leg and stopping just as it touched the cramped muscle. But she withdrew it quickly. "I always wondered what the boys were thinking when she did it. I mean, did they want her to stop or continue?"

"That's the problem," he gulped. "Just when it starts to get a guy interested ... they stop."

"But how does a girl know when to continue and when to stop?" she asked in a low whisper.

"I guess it's ... up to ... the girl...." he stammered, this time watching her index finger slither up his leg and circle the painfully cramped muscle in his shorts, then retreat again.

"Suppose a girl was doing it to you, would you want her to stop or continue?"

"Whatever ... she felt like...." he gulped, his eyes getting wider as her finger began another trip up his leg.

Suddenly there was a noise on the front porch and Cathy realized Allen and Valerie were returning. She wanted to scream out and tell them to come back later. She was trembling with anticipation at the proximity of her hand to the swollen gland she wanted to possess, and frustrated by the interruption. But she reluctantly got up and went to the sink to wash the breakfast dishes, so they wouldn't be caught together.

"We're finished up at the cabins," Allen said as he poked his head in the door. "Thought we might take a boat ride on the lake, since there's nothing else to do."

"Isn't the water too choppy?" she asked without turning to face him.

"Maybe for water skiing, but not just for a run along the shore," Allen answered, and said to Peter, "Want to come with us?"

Cathy knew he was going to ask that question and gritted her teeth as she waited for the boy's reply.

"I don't think so," he said apologetically. "Thanks anyway, but I thought I'd get some sun up in the solarium."

Cathy heaved a sigh of relief at that and felt a flush of girl-flux ooze into the crotch of her panties. His answer, at that moment, was as gratifying as an orgasm.

Allen entered the kitchen then and Cathy turned to see why he was hesitating. He looked almost embarrassed as he said, "I thought we'd have lunch along the way ... sorta give you a break."

"I don't mind," she reassured him. "Take Val to that new restaurant down near the village."

"Maybe you'd rather go and I'll stay here to look after things," he offered, obviously feeling pangs of guilt about being alone with Valerie for so long.

"I'd rather wait for a day when the water isn't so choppy. And there's really nothing to do here but wait to see if anyone comes in for a cabin. So I'll probably sun myself too. You take Val and have a good time."

She knew Allen wasn't making any headway in his conquest of Valerie, by the extra activity he was displaying in bed at night. The kid was driving him berserk, she told herself, and he couldn't do anything about it. But at the moment she was more interested in her own needs, she decided, putting them out of her mind the minute they left the house. She had to plan quickly. The itch between her legs was stimulated more by the fact that there would be ample time to overcome the snail's pace of her game with Peter.

The solarium was on the second floor, just off the master bedroom, and designed for sunbathing in the nude, where unwanted eyes couldn't see in. She was hot and tingling with anticipation as she thought of the possibilities there. And just as she entered the bedroom, to change into a sunsuit, she struck on a bold new idea. When in doubt, she heard herself say, attack!

While Peter was in his room changing, she set the bedroom door at an angle that he couldn't help seeing in when he passed. Then, she quickly slipped out of everything but her panties and took a position directly in line with the open door, with her back to it and waited until she heard him in the hall.

At that moment, just as he was passing, she bent to pick-up the sunsuit, giving him a full view of her behind, veiled only by the flimsy material of her white panties. Throughout her body, warm and delicious anticipation was mounting.

She ran her fingers up under the panties, slipping them just inside the leghole to snap the flimsy nylon better over her full, womanly crotch. She drew the panties up tighter and smoothed her hand over the cloth, drum-tight over the bulging mounds of her inviting derriere.

She knew Peter was looking at her, and it took an effort on her part not to look back through the opening in the door. Mustn't hurry things. He was there, gaping at her through the opening as she carelessly exposed herself.

He was hot and this would show in his face, in the adolescent discomfort that he was feeling in his loins. If she looked up now, she would full, lovely bulge in his cutoffs perhaps not as large as Allen's, but a bulge that was infinitely more exciting to her.

There was no question that he would be hot. Any sixteen-year-old boy would be aroused by the forbidden sight of a mature, fully developed woman such as she, exposing herself to him so very accidentally. But whatever his arousal was, it couldn't match hers, because she knew what was to come afterwards. For she had every little detail etched in her mind from previous occasions.

She turned slightly, still looking down at herself, to give him a view of her fully exposed, firm, conicle shaped breast. Then slipping the halter over her head, her hand lifted the exposed breast and after fondling it slightly, tucked it into place.

There was a sudden urge to strip herself nude, then and there, to expose herself to the boy outside her door. But that would certainly put an end to the teasing game she was starting to treasure as much as the act itself.

As her thumbs slipped into the elastic band at the top of her panties, promising him an even greater view of her lushly curved female buttocks, she turned slowly toward him. His eyes had time to catch a glimpse of the crevice separating the twin globes of white meat and he was mesmerized by the sight of it. And, he was overly anxious to see all she had to offer now. Suddenly Cathy froze, looking at him with anger as she pulled up her panties and quickly covered herself with the bottom half of the sunsuit.

"Peter!" her voice rang out icy-cold.

His eyes were wide and his mouth hung open in his gawking. He was unable to answer, shocked by the sudden realization that he had been caught watching. The bulge in his fashionably threadbare cutoffs couldn't be missed now and it thoroughly excited her. He looked as if he were going to burst, to shoot his wad then and there, and still he looked fearfully anxious as she glared at him.

For a moment, her heart almost went out to him in his consternation. But she didn't relax her features one iota. Instead she glowered more fiercely at him and raised her hand to beckon him into the room.

"A peeping Tom," Cathy said. "How disgusting. That may be acceptable down in the city, but it's not acceptable here."

Peter's voice was strained, delighting her even more, when he said, "I didn't mean to look. I ... I couldn't help it."

"You didn't mean to look! Oh, come now. It's bad enough that you're a peeper. Let's not begin lying on top of it."

"I really didn't mean to look. Honest. I didn't."

Cathy came a step closer, her hands on her hips, eyes afire as she said, "But the fact remains you did look, didn't you, Peter? You stood there and stared at me. You should be ashamed."

"Please, Aunt Cathy, I'm sorry ... I just couldn't help it."

"You could have turned away. That's what a decent person would have done. How would you like it if a woman looked in your room while you were putting on your shorts? Imagine how you would feel to look up and see someone staring at you through an open door. Would you like that? Answer me, Peter. Would you like that?"

The boy was terribly nervous and she thought she detected traces of sobbing in his voice as he said, "No ... I guess I wouldn't like it ... I'm sorry, Aunt Cathy ... It'll never happen again. I promise."

She eyed him coolly as his pleading eyes came to hers. In that moment of silence she was torn by the decision to continue the present tactics or switch to a more passive role. She decided to continue the act a little longer and said, "You should really be punished for this intrusion on someone's privacy, Peter. If your mother were here, I'm sure she'd punish you for...."

"Oh, please Aunt Cathy, don't tell my mother. Please."

Cathy hesitated long enough to slip into her shorts, then eyed him coolly again, as though giving it some thought. "Well ... I don't want to make any hasty decisions. I think you should be taught a lesson, so you won't be tempted to do it again. Perhaps getting into a lot of trouble if the next person isn't an aunt who loves you very much."

"I promise. I'll never do it again ... ever."

"Let's go into the solarium and think it over," she said, turning him with a hand on the shoulder and walking behind him, out of the bedroom and into the bright sunlight of the solarium. "Just suppose you caught Uncle Allen spying on Valerie, while she was getting dressed," Cathy offered as an example when they reached the deck chairs. "How would you like that?"

"I ... guess I wouldn't like it," he mumbled.

"You probably would lose respect for him," she said in a calm voice now. "But I'm sure he learned to resist that temptation when he was your age and got caught peeking at a girl too. Just like you. So let's handle this whole matter in an adult way. Perhaps I should talk it over with Uncle Allen ... or Valerie ... but somehow I don't feel we should let them know about this."

"Please don't tell anyone," he pleaded, totally embarrassed and wishing he was dead.

"The only other thing I can think of is to put you in my place, Peter. You should know the indignity of having someone else look at you while you undress." His eyes widened in disbelief, and she nodded, adding, "That's right. I think it's only fair that you take off your clothes, while I watch."

"Oh, no. Please. I couldn't do that."

Cathy shrugged. "Very well. But it seems to me that it would be a fair exchange and teach you a lesson at the same time. However, I'm sure Uncle Allen will know how to handle this whole thing, and I'll wash my hands of it."

"Okay ... okay. I'll take my medicine ... Just don't tell anyone," he said, swallowing hard to show how painful it was to him.

Cathy turned and went over to a chaise lounge in the corner of the room and stared out the glass windows into the woods behind the house. She was almost visibly trembling from the aroused sexual desires her victory over him had stirred between her legs. "You make me feel as though I'm being bitchy," she said, without looking in his direction. "AH I wanted to do is be fair about this whole thing, but now I don't know what's right."

"It's all my fault," Peter said, coming to stand before her. "Mom wouldn't have been as lenient ... so I'll do it ... and it'll be over ... An eye for an eye...."

Cathy faced him squarely and watched him fumble with the buttons on his cutoff jeans. He was blushing brightly as he let them slip to the floor, revealing his shorts. This stripping was sweet torment to her already hot loins, but she controlled her expression as he stood before her in his white shorts, his chin resting on his chest and his eyes on the floor. "Everything, Peter," she whispered. "Don't make me do that ... I couldn't ... I didn't see you that way."

"All I had on was a pair of flimsy panties you could see through and I'll bet you ogled my bare tits real good. But you might just as well have left your shorts on ... I could see just as much with them on."

The pain and humiliation on his face was enough to give her pangs of an on-coming orgasm, as he slowly lowered his underwear. He was no longer aroused sexually, she noted, amused at his pure and unspoiled innocence. Just the way she wanted him-young, fresh and exciting, standing before her humbly, trying to protect what he could of his modesty with both hands in front of him. "Well, how do you like it?" she asked softly.

"How does it feel to have someone staring at you?"

"Makes me ... feel embarrassed, I guess."

"And how did you feel when you were looking at me before?"

"I don't know ... kinda nervous. You know ... excited."

"Hmmmm," she sighed, reaching out a hand and turning him at the hip. "Maybe I should see your ass ... bend over ... I want to see if it excites me."

"Please don't," he mumbled as her slender fingers slid over his smooth buttocks.

"Come sit on the couch with me, Peter," she said, indicating the spot clearly with her other hand. "I want to talk this thing over with you. And don't be afraid anymore. You've been punished more than enough already. I won't tell anyone."

He allowed himself to be coaxed to the spot alongside her on the lounge, his bare leg pressed against hers. Her right arm reached behind and her hand rested on his right shoulder. Her other hand coming down to rest on his tightly clutched hands in his lap. Then she slid her hand down his leg, causing him to shudder.

"Did it excite you here?" she whispered, sliding her hand back up his leg, but under his hands this time.

He nodded, unable to speak, mouth all dry and tongue very thick. Her fingers tapped his inner thigh, barely an inch from his penis.

"Let me see, Peter," she cooed, trying to pull his clasped hands apart. "Come on now, Peter. Don't be that way," she said, and his hands slowly, reluctantly parted, allowing his stiff, head-puffing male muscle to spring upright. "That's better. Now you can forget about it and stop squirming to hide it. It's a lovely, man-sized ... cock!"

"I guess I'm just nervous," he whimpered.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you nervous," she cooed, her hand closing around his hot stiff meat. "Did I shock you when I called it a 'cock'?"

"Oh no! It's just ... being all ... you know ... exposed."

"I guess you do feel more comfortable with your girlfriend," she said, pretending to pout and easing her grip on his throbbing shaft, as though she was going to release it.

"No!" he blurted out. "It's not that! I mean ... well, I don't really have a steady girl."

"Well then, that explains why you were peeking at me through the open door." Her hand fondled his penis affectionately, giving it a slow stroking motion from the base to the tip. "If you had a girl of your own you wouldn't have to get your fun from a distance. A boy your age can get awfully horny and terribly frustrated without a girl."

"You know it! Sometimes I think I'm going out of my mind," he said, for the first time accepting Cathy as someone he could trust and talk to. "And you're the first person who understands what it's like."

"You poor boy. If I had only known ... I wouldn't have been such a bitch before. You must have been going through hell . ... "

"It was all my fault, Aunt Cathy," he cut her off so she wouldn't blame herself.

"Then let's just say we both made a mistake," she countered quickly, anxious now to get on with her game. "You see, I started stroking your cock to tease you. To get even. Remember how we said cock-teasing was terrible? Well, here I am teasing you, making matters worse and you're such a doll, you didn't even complain. But I know you must be really frustrated by now. So I'll make it up to you and we'll pretend I'm your girl for the afternoon and you can just unload your frustrations all at once. Is it a deal?"

"You mean...? Man!....YEAH! Anything you say!"

The mushroom head of his spear ballooned bigger and throbbed faster at that. She worked it now with only a thumb and forefinger, giving the shaft long, slow, light strokes, from the base to the head. Her fingers instantly reported to the panting tunnel between her legs and she could almost feel it slipping into her with every stroke.

"Feel nice," she breathed.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh," he moaned, closing his eyes to savor the delightful sensations her gentle strokes rendered to the ultra-sensitive rod, which seemed to be connected directly to his brain, where the messages rang out like giant bells sounding the alarm of an approaching explosion.

Juices were flowing every which way inside her too, spurred on by the sight and touch of his virgin, unspoiled, unplayed organ. But she knew that young boys can not contain the explosions in their sensitive cannons and she had to take charge before he fired his volley into the air.

"To begin with," she murmured, "why don't you kiss me."

Obediently he moved closer, pressing his lips to hers and allowing his one hand to touch her bare legs, as the other wrapped around her waist. He could feel the shape of her firm, full breast pressing into his bare chest, taking his breath away as he remembered the sight of it before she put on the halter.

Cathy parted her lips, expecting Peter to do so too, but discovered her nephew hadn't learned even that much. The thought brought her to the peak of excitement and she wished she had stripped before starting. She reached down quickly and brought his fisted hand up between her legs to the damp crotch of her sunsuit, clamped it there securely with her legs, then eased her tongue out to touch his innocent lips. The floodgates to her orgasm broke open as she plunged her tongue deep into the warmth of his mouth, searched for his tongue and wrestled it for possession of the cavity. She wiggled and squirmed to butter his fist with the flood of juices from her orgasm.

"Mmmmmm...." she moaned as their lips separated and Peter gulped for air. He was breathless and panting, his eyes wide and staring. She asked, "Is anything wrong?"

"No!" he shot back in a high voice. Then recovering added, "It took my breath away ... but ... I like it..?

"Mmmmm ... me too. Next time you French me ... girls love being French kissed," she purred. "In the ear. In the mouth ... On the neck ... all over!"

Peter was finding new confidence now and pulled her back to give her a long, hard, tongue-snaking, mouth-filling kiss that took her breath away. She lost his fist from between her legs and soon found the same hand slipping into the leg of her shorts, fumbling to get into her panties and feel the fleshy mounds of her buttocks. It seemed foolish, she thought, that he would struggle to feel her back there, when she was all open in front and longing for his touches on her drenched vulva. His kiss was clumsy and ended abruptly, but she adored him just the same when he covered her ear with his mouth and wiggled the tip of his tongue into it. It proved he was listening and wanted to please her, she told herself.

"Oh, Peter, you're driving me wild," she said softly, a chill of delight sending gooseflesh over her body and her voice sounding so strange with his tongue in her ear. It didn't matter that he was awkward and fumbling, she thought. Everything he did was new and fresh to him; that delighted her more than anyone with experience.

"I love you," he whispered into her saliva drenched ear. He was so excited by the ease in which she yielded to him, that he didn't know what to do next. His hands were quivering to feel her entire body, but the one on her buttocks couldn't get to the crack he sought, and the other hand was helplessly positioned on the small of her back.

"Here, let me take off my halter so you can kiss my tits," she said moving away to slip off the top. "Girls love to have their tits kissed. And massaged too. And ... and sucked ... ohhh how they loved to have their tits sucked...."

His eyes popped wide as the fleshy melons popped out just inches from his face. Then he jerked his hand out of her shorts so she had room to pull the halter over her head.

"See how the nipples are all hard and pointy?" she sighed, lowering her head and shoulders back on the lounge. "Your kisses did that, Peter, It means you're getting me all hot and bothered ... just like you."

He reached out his hands, arms stiff and gently fondled the soft white orbs, tweaking the nipples with his fingers. His eyes told her how fascinated he was with this new present she had given him. And for a moment he seemed to be in a daze as he stared with disbelief that his very own hands were filled with the white breast meat he had longed for for so long. Then he opened his mouth, still at arms length away, and slowly lowered his head to the waiting melons, not closing his eyes until he was too close to see anymore.

Cathy couldn't believe how intoxicating it was to guide him through every step like this. She could feel his body reacting to her as she easily turned him to her will. And she knew he would never forget this day. The thought made her body want all of him, quickly, immediately, but she forced herself to contain the urgency and get the most from this exciting episode as she could.

His mouth sucked the ache from her breasts with feverish delight. First sucking one side, while his hand squeezed the other, then snapping his head to the other side, then back. Per haps too feverish, she thought, remembering his throbbing spear and how puffed-up the head had been before. She was afraid his passion for her breasts would trigger the climax she was saving for last.

"Oh, my sweet, sweet Peter," she said, lifting his face with her hands and staring into his eyes. "You make me feel as though I am your girl...."

"You are! You are!" he cried back.

"Easy, Peter. Slow down. You're driving yourself to the brink of a climax," she said softly, trying to calm him down. "And you know what it means if you come too soon you won't have any left for me. So relax and slow yourself down."

"I can't help it ... I don't think I can hold it much longer. Please help me ... do something to stop it!"

"Get up! Quickly!" she ordered, hoping the sound of her voice would startled him enough to contain the explosion. He jumped to his feet and stood before her, his eyes closed tight as he fought off the premature ejaculation. But her experienced eyes told her at a glance that he wouldn't last through the ordeal of delights the penetration would give him.

"There now, relax," she said softly.

"It's no use ... if I open my eyes I'll come all over the place ... I know I will...."

"You know, I forgot how delicious that apple-on-a-stick looked," she said, wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base of it and squeezing tightly, trying to shut off the hose before the juices erupted.

"Unnnnnggggghhhhh ..he groaned. "You shouldn't ... have touched it...."

"Mmmmm ... but it looks so delicious, I couldn't help myself," she answered, slipping off the lounge to a kneeling position before him. The eye of the serpent blinked at her, a teardrop oozing from it now. Her puckered lips sipped the tear away, but another quickly replaced it. "Mmmmm ... I've wanted to kiss it from the very first minute I saw it."

Peter opened his eyes, not believing his ears. When he saw the gentle sipping of her pouty red lips on the tip of his penis, his legs went weak. The dizzy feeling in his head multiplied and it was an impossible task to get air into his lungs. Somehow, he had forgotten how to inhale, he told himself with still more panic flushing through his overtaxed brain.

Cathy lifted her eyes to meet his as her mouth paused at the ballooning head of his throbbing meat. She saw the fear in his face and it excited her even more. "There are many, many ways to please a girl, Peter. French kisses, playing with her tits, and filling her mouth with a delicious, big cock."

Her lips parted and she watched the excitement in his face as she hand-fed his shaft into the warmth and moistness of her mouth. Then she closed her eyes and forced the rubbery knob down her throat, feeling the sweltering heat in her own crotch, the wetness seeping through her nylon panties to dampen the crotch of her sunsuit. He trembled as her tongue swirled over the satin smooth plum, polishing it, loving it. Her suck-hollowed cheeks pulled more of the throbbing meat into her throat and she mewled with lust. She slid one hand around his leg to prod and tickle his anus, while the other gently cupped and lifted his straining, tight testicles.

"I'm coming!" he cried out a warning, but the first spray of his sperm was already gushing into her throat and he could only groan and moan through clenched teeth after that.

Cathy moaned and groaned as loudly as he did, holding him tighter still to get all she could. She swallowed as fast as she could, then sucked the last ball of ice-cream through the straw and enjoyed the very last drop.

"I'm sorry," he whined. "I'm sorry...."

She lifted her head slowly, letting his glistening meat slip from her tightly squeezing lips and looked into his tear filled eyes. "Mmmmm...." she said, licking her lips, "You don't have to be sorry, Peter. I loved it...." ' "But I ruined everything ... I didn't wait to give it to you ... like you wanted." Then he turned and ran from the room.

"Peter!" she called after him. "Peter...." But she was too weak herself to run after him. The sopping wet crotch of her sunsuit testified to the excitement and thrills she experienced with the innocent boy. And now she knew with certainty that she would have many more, she told herself. Since the best was still to come.