Chapter 6
Cathy was pleased with their trip to Lake George Village. The town was excitingly alive with tourists, which quickly put them in a party mood. The shopping was fun, Cathy decided, and it took Valerie's mind off the anguish she had gone through telling her story. They had lunch in a small Italian restaurant and talked about the clothes they wanted to buy and joked about the contrasting assortment of styles the girls in town were wearing.
During dinner that night, Peter told them how everyone was talking about having another pool party and wanted to know if he could go watch the event. Cathy was annoyed that Allen didn't join her in trying to discourage the boy. Then after several rounds of explanations, telling him why it wasn't a good idea, in the nicest way she could, she finally had to tell him he was too young. That it was restricted to married couples and sometimes it got out of hand. His face dropped, but he accepted the decision.
"Who would want to watch a bunch of old married people swimming nude?" Valerie added.
"I just thought it might be good for laughs," Peter sighed.
Just then, when it was settled that he couldn't go, Allen said, "Then why don't you and I check the grounds after the late news on television?"
Cathy would have liked to hit Allen over the head with something. Something hard. "I really don't think it's a good idea, Allen," she said through clenched teeth.
"Well now. Just because we're going to check the grounds doesn't mean we're going near the pool. The closest we'll probably get to the pool is when we check to see that the fireplace in the rec-hall is okay."
Cathy was furious with the way he handled the situation, but didn't say anymore. In a way, she was happy to see the two of them getting along so well, she decided. Peter needed a man in his life to guide him through some of his painful experiences. And later that night, when Allen came to bed, he explained that he had already promised the boy they would watch the pool party. And in the days that followed, she began to realize that the four of them were slipping into a close family routine.
On Sunday, however, Cathy's sister called from Florida and it depressed everyone. Valerie and Peter spoke briefly to their mother, told her they were fine and got a vague answer to their questions about when she'd be returning home. But Pam confided in Cathy and asked her if the kids could stay a little longer. Her musician-boyfriend was on his way to California and she had been asked to go with him. It would mean another two-to-three weeks, she explained, adding that it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Cathy assured her that they didn't mind having the kids and it was settled very quickly. But Cathy was annoyed at the way her sister gave Peter and Valerie the impression she was just dropping them for her new boyfriend.
While she hadn't paid much attention to Peter, since the afternoon in the solarium, Cathy hadn't put him out of her mind. She desperately wanted to enjoy the thrill of being the first woman he seduced, she told herself with growing anxiety. But his reaction to their first encounter made her think it would be wiser to let him recover from that experience before trying again. Now that he seemed in better spirits and had been so anxious to watch the pool party, she decided the time was approaching for another effort.
In the days that followed, however, Cathy found that Peter was becoming so friendly with Allen, that the both of them were constantly doing things that took him away from the house. She was beginning to feel as though see only saw them at mealtimes. And Peter was going out after dinner every night to join the guests in their nightly volleyball games. When Allen and Valerie started going to the games too, Cathy decided she didn't care how tired she was, she wasn't going to stay in the house alone
"Watch Peter," Allen whispered, as they stood beside the campfire watching the game. "He's got the hots for that kid Sally."
"Really!" Cathy said with surprise.
"She's a real cock-teaser," Allen said in a low voice so the others at the campfire couldn't hear. "And Peter is tripping over himself to impress her. She really turns it on for him."
It was pretty evident, Cathy decided as she watched the two of them now. She couldn't help being a little jealous and envious of the young girl. But at the same time, she was also proud of the way Peter and Valerie seemed to have improved since they had been there.
"How long has this been going on?" Cathy whispered.
"Since he first laid eyes on her," he answered.
"I hope Peter knows what he's doing," Cathy said.
"There's nothing to worry about," Allen responded. "She's just a big tease. And I told the kid not to expect too much. I think he's got a bad case of puppy-love, that's all."
"And when they leave on Sunday, his heart will be broken," Cathy said with concern.
"Balls! It's all a part of growing up," Allen shot back, pleased with his work as a matchmaker and forgetting the pain of his own experiences when he was that age.
Though Cathy's prediction came true on Sunday morning, she hadn't realized just how sensitive Peter really was. When the girl drove off with her parents, the boy became so depressed he didn't want to leave his room. And they were too busy with the rush of the weekend business for Cathy or Allen to give him any comfort. After Valerie's unsuccessful attempts to joke him out of his depression, they all decided to let him work it out alone. Since he wasn't interested in helping Allen on his trip to Glens Falls for supplies, Valerie offered to take his place for the weekly shopping chore.
After Cathy saw Allen and Valerie off, giving them last minute instructions on what they should try to find for her, she went up to Peter's room to see if he was any better. Her concern was only natural, she told herself, wondering what he did all day locked in his room this way. But she was convinced she could cheer him up, now that they were alone.
She knocked on his door and asked, "Can I come in?"
"Yeah," he grumbled.
"Are you all right, Peter?" she asked, opening the door wide and waiting for his answer.
"Yeah. I'm okay," he mumbled.
"You haven't been eating right for the past few days ... and you stay in your room ... are you sure you're all right?"
"I'm all right. I just ... want to be alone. That's all."
She went to the side of the bed and put her hand on his forehead, pretending to feel for a temperature. She could see how this annoyed him, but he didn't say anything.
"Hmmmm ... you do feel a little feverish," she remarked softly.
"I'm all right, Aunt Cathy. I just feel like being alone ... for awhile."
"Now you listen to me, Peter. Your uncle and I are responsible for you kids and I don't want either of you getting sick while you're here." she said in a stern voice.
"But ... I'm telling you ... I'm fine," he moaned.
Cathy knew he was back to his escape in self-pity and was determined not to let him get away with it this time. While she did admit to selfish motives on the one hand, she also felt it was her duty to be a good guardian on the other. And at the moment, she found it very satisfying that both sides were to her lusty advantage.
"You'd better come with me," she said, taking his wrist and pulling him out of bed. She knew he was strong enough to prevent her from doing it' but he was too timid to try to stop her.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, fearing she intended taking him to a doctor. He had no way of knowing she knew about his broken romance and though she was acting the same way his mother would act under the circumstances.
"I'm going to take your temperature. That's all," she said in a firm, matter-of-fact voice.
Knowing that she wouldn't find anything abnormal, he allowed her to lead him by the wrist to the bathroom. In fact, he was looking forward to telling her, "I told you so," when she discovered his temperature was normal. Then he could return to his misery and not be bothered anymore, he decided.
Cathy tried to act out the part of an antiseptic nurse in handling him. But her insides were pounding furiously at the enjoyment she would derive from the medicine she had in store for him. She did her best to show a cool, impersonal attitude as she got the thermometer from the medicine cabinet. His sulking stance, as he waited patiently for her to get it over with, only added to the excitement building inside her. She forced herself to be very slow as she took the thermometer from its case, washed it, shook it, and carefully took a final reading.
"All right," she said coolly, placing her hand on his hip, "bend over."
"What!" he exclaimed with alarm.
"You heard me. Bend over." Without waiting for a response, she pulled his pajama bottoms down to his knees and pushed his shoulders forward with her free hand.
"There's nothing wrong with me!" he complained, with a helpless note in his voice, finding himself bending unwillingly to her pressing hand on his shoulder.
"We'll see," she said. "Just hold still and stop complaining."
Her left hand came down and she carefully spread the deep crease between the mounds of flesh apart and she inserted the glass thermometer rod into the sucked-in anus with her right hand. The anguished moans that escaped from his lips excited her more.
"Don't move," she ordered, releasing him now with the thermometer firmly secured in his rectum. She felt weak from the sight of his bare hindquarters and obedient stance. And as she stepped back to brace herself against the wall, she caught a fleeting glimpse of his erect penis.
Cathy had never experienced the role of commanding someone to do as she said, until Peter arrived. It made her feel light-headed and dizzy to tell him to do something and watch him obey, even though he didn't want to do it There was a wicked sense of enjoyment watching him stand there, bent at the waist, with the thermometer protruding from the crack in his buttocks. She knew he'd rather be dead than standing there in such a humiliating position. And this thought thrilled her more.
"That should be long enough," she said, reaching down with her left hand to separate the globes of flesh again, with the tip of one of her fingers touching those sensitive sacks that dangled between his legs. She knew the touch tantalized and excited him more by the way his muscles tensed. But she carefully, slowly withdrew the glass tube from his hot rectum and stared at it.
"Hmmmm ... seems normal," she said, as though thinking out loud.
"See? I told you!" he sneered, reaching down to pull up his pajamas and trying to hide his erection from her eyes.
"Don't be in such a hurry, young man," she snapped back, pulling his hand away from the pajama pants. "Let's just put it back again and make sure it was in long enough."
He gave out a loud moan of displeasure as she went through the ritual again. It was almost too humiliating to bear, he thought as he waited in his bent position, with her standing behind him staring at his exposed rump. And his erection was of even greater embarrassment, he decided, wishing his male member wouldn't expose his inner feelings with such profound visual evidence.
"Let's have a look," Cathy said, this time just slipping the thermometer from his rectum. "Hmmmm ... no temperature."
"Can I pull up my pants now?" he asked with a trace of sarcasm in his voice.
"As a matter-of-fact," Cathy said with equal sarcasm, "NO! Take off the top ... and get into the shower."
"Wha ... I don't understand...." he stammered.
"Do as I say, Peter. Get into the shower. I'm tired of your foolishness ... we'll do it my way now."
The tone of her voice was threatening enough to make him move faster. He unbuttoned his pajamas and dropped the top on the floor and quickly stepped into the shower stall.
"Be sure to scrub real good," she said in a happier tone of voice, picking up his pajamas and depositing them in the hamper. "And when you finish, I want you to get dressed and go mow the lawn, so Uncle Allen doesn't have to do it when he gets back."
He wanted to close the frosted glass door on the shower stall, but wasn't sure she wanted him to and decided it would be best to just do as he was told. As he soaped himself, wondering why she had made him take a shower, he noticed that she was taking off her clothes and putting them in the hamper now. His excitement grew with the thought of what could follow.
"Are you doing a good job?" she asked over her shoulder.
"Yes," he answered quickly, scrubbing harder and faster.
"Do you want me to scrub your back?" she asked.
"No thanks. I can get it."
As he stepped out of the shower she handed him a towel and stepped into the shower herself. He couldn't help ogling her naked body as she passed and found his erection throbbing much faster now. But, her attitude seemed to close the door to what he thought was going to happen when he saw her strip.
"Would you mind doing my back?" she asked sweetly.
"Okay"' he said with enthusiasm, dropping the towel and stepping into the stall with her. This was a pleasant surprise, he thought, his eyes devouring the golden tan flesh of her buttocks as he soaped and scrubbed her back, from the shoulders to just above the point where he longed to run his fingers.
Cathy noticed the wide-eyed look he gave her naked body as she walked by him. It gave her a delightful chill to be admired with such a hungry look. She loved the sinister thrill of seeing his male muscle so rigid and up-right, knowing, without the slightest doubt, that she was responsible for its behavior. The ego-trip made her feel so young and carefree, she thought, as the itch between her legs grew stronger.
"Afraid to touch my ass?" she asked coyly.
"No," he answered in a slightly higher than usual voice.
"Then wash it for me," she laughed, with a little wiggle to inspire him.
Peter's hands slid down her back and over the twin globes. His lust for her body settled as a big lump in his throat, that made it difficult to swallow and almost impossible to breathe.
"The crack too," she reminded him, getting a thrill from the game she was playing.
His fingers eagerly went to the task of soaping the deep crevice. When his finger-tip touched the hidden button-hole there, his phallus throbbed with a threatening tempo that was dangerously close to the beat of a climax, he noted with alarm.
"Mmmmm ... you're very talented, Peter," she cooed. "I may never want to take a shower without you ... If it's not asking too much ... would you mind soaping up your finger and running it up my asshole?"
She could hear him swallow hard at that suggestion, then felt his finger wiggle and squirm into the tight tunnel, forcing her joyjuices to seep from the lips of her panting sexmouth.
She couldn't explain the reason for getting so much pleasure from making him feel inferior and subservient. The same result, she knew, could be attained by being coy and teasing. But that would simply make him an aggressive male, taking what he wanted, she decided. And for now, she wanted to play the aggressive role, knowing the opportunity might never come again.
"Would you like to do the front of me, Peter?" she asked in a whisper.
"Yes," he gulped, popping his finger from her rectum, which caused her to quickly slip her hand down between her legs to cover the well of escaping juices. Then she turned and watched his eyes grow even wider at the sight of the presents she offered him now.
His eyes avoided hers as he soaped her full, firm breasts with his bare hands. The hard nipples quivered in his palms and he quickly moved them down to her stomach to avoid ejaculating from the sensation. The nest of hair between her legs presented more excitement to his already over-excited sex-machine and he stepped away from her in an effort to stop the short fuse on his stick of dynamite.
Cathy understood his problem and simply turned to rinse the soap from her body. When she turned back to face him, he stepped forward, staring her straight in the eyes now and planted his spear in the wet triangle of hair between her legs.
"Not here, Peter," she whispered. "Let's go to the solarium where it's comfortable."
Without saying a word, he turned and led the way, walking fast, due to the urgency of his throbbing muscle. Cathy followed at a slower pace, allowing her mind to savor the tingling sensations her body was sending out at the prospect of at last knowing the satisfaction it hungered for. When she entered the sun-filled room at the end of the hall, she saw Peter standing at the far end, staring out into the woods behind the house.
"All that fooling around," he said without turning, "got me so excited that I'm practically ready to come."
"I understand," she said softly.
He turned to face her then and said, "My second shot is the best anyway."
"Yes...." she breathed, watching his hand drop to fist the large spear between his legs. "But why don't you let me do that?" she added, moving quickly toward him.
It was too late, she realized, halting abruptly to watch the serpent's head spit its venom into the air and fall in wads of creamy syrup at her feet. When the last of it was spent, she went to him and replaced his hand with the long, slender fingers of her own. She could see his body tense from the touch of her experienced fingers and continued stroking the long, thick meat, keeping it erect and hard in the process.
"You've got a beautiful gift there," she purred. "Do you want to give it to your Aunt Cathy?"
"Oh yes," he answered emphatically.
"Let's go over to the lounge then," she said, holding his stiff rod in her fist as they walked. "And, I want you to kiss me first, then feel and touch me all over. When you feel it's time ... and not before ... you just put it where it belongs."
Encouraged now by the freedom she was giving him, he moved with new confidence. His approach was a little awkward, but he managed to help her recline on the chaise lounge and got on it beside her. Then he covered her mouth with his and sent his tongue in to chase hers, while his hands caressed and fondled her breasts.
Cathy was trembling with anticipation, her hand still holding his phallus to insure its continued stiffness. Her hand measured the length and thickness, telling her body just what to expect and almost how it was going to feel. But it wasn't just having him fill the craving in her body that she longed for; it was that she was the first woman he was going to experience that she wanted with equal lust. She wanted to see and feel his reaction to his first penetration into the warmth, softness and dampness of that orifice he had only been able to dream about. His fingers were there now, exploring the treasure he would soon possess, and she wondered what would go through his young mind when his dream finally became a reality.
Peter's mouth was busy sucking at her breasts now; first one side, then the other. She marveled at how fast he was learning to please a woman. While his sucking mouth was bringing pleasure to her breasts, one of his hands remained between her legs, touching and toying with her clit one minute and her anus the next. She felt weak from the torment he inflicted with his anxious fingers and thirsty mouth.
Cathy released her grip his pulsing organ, suddenly swept away by the sensations he was bringing to all the erogenous areas of her body. She was totally submissive now, building to the peak of excitement as he tantalized her with his little-boy attack on her naked flesh. It was all new to him, she told herself. He was hungry to feast on the parts of her body that had been forbidden to him for all these years.
When he moved between her legs and lifted them high in the air, she thought he was ready now to fill her with his huge meat. But instead, his mouth came down to suck at the flaming tunnel and she couldn't stop the urgent need to reach the height of her building orgasm and release it. Then his tongue slithered around the steaming tunnel and she was at the summit.
"Oh yes...." she whispered. "I love it ... I love it...."
"Mmmmmmm...." he responded while his tongue continued to dance at the vestibule to her Garden of Eden. The sound gave his tongue a vibrating motion, which thrilled her more.
"OH! Peter!" she screeched, when the tip of his tongue parted her hot lips and threatened to enter her hot furnace. She held her breath to see if he dare go in any further.
"Ahhhhhhh...." he moaned, then plunged his tongue into the steaming heat of her sucking tunnel.
"Oh ... oh ... OH!" she cried, releasing her grip on the exploding orgasm and letting it flush from her screaming, burning insides, thrilled with his darting, licking, whipping tongue in the depths of her vagina.
"Mmmmmmm...." he continued to moan, letting the vibrations torment her the way she tormented him.
When she opened her eyes, Peter was over her staring into her face with a big grin. It confused Cathy completely. Was this the young boy that ran off, with tears in his eyes, when he ejaculated prematurely the last time? Could this be the same kid she was just giving a rectal thermometer to? she asked herself.
Cathy looked up into his handsome face and asked softly, "Where'd you learn how to do that?"
"I think I read it somewhere," he answered. "Was it good, Aunt Cathy?"
"Oh, yes, Peter. It was sensational!"
"Would you like me to tongue your ... asshole?"
"No. I don't think I could take another surprise like the one you just gave me."
"You know, Aunt Cathy, when I first came here I was the most frustrated guy in the world. But these past few weeks have been a whole new way of life for me. Back home I was beginning to think I'd never see a naked girl ... and believe me, I was terribly frustrated by it. As a matter-of-fact, that's all I thought about ... planned for ... lived for. Just to see and touch a naked girl.
"Then we came up here and I was sure I wouldn't have the slightest opportunity in the country, if I couldn't manage it down in the city. But it's like my dreams all came true overnight. The naked swimmers in the pool proved to me that life wasn't really as sterile as Mom made us think it was."
"Then why did you get so depressed over that girl ... that Sally?" Cathy asked.
"Because I thought she was going to give me ... my first ... you know ... fuck. I guess I thought she would too, if I had more time to spend with her. But just when I was making some headway ... you know ... feeling her tits ... they had to leave. I mean, just how much frustration does a guy have to take?"
Without taking her eyes from his, Cathy reached down to stroke his phallus. It was still firm, she noted, but barely stiff enough to accomplish what he wanted. And what she wanted. She slid her other hand down, and using both hands now, she stroked the smooth stick, letting her fingers travel over his testicles and toy with his anus. Gradually a spark of life throbbed in her hand and she knew she could fan it into a blaze again.
"Then it appears to me, your premature ejaculation is caused by your constant fantasizing about naked women," she offered, as he paused over her with anticipation. "You're so obsessed with naked flesh, that when you finally do see it ... you come!"
"I know," he sighed. "But what can I do? First I wanted to see a girl all naked; then I wanted to feel her; now ... now I find I've got this thing about tasting her. I want to stick my tongue in everything...."
"Mmmmmmm ... stop talking like that ... you're driving me wild just thinking about it."
"Then ... could I just ... tongue your asshole?" he asked. "It really turns me on."
"All right. But promise me one thing ... that you'll stop when your cock starts to throb and put it into my longing slit."
"I will. Don't worry. I will," he said, backing down to the junction of her legs again. "Just lift your legs up high, so I can get at your asshole."
Cathy obliged, bringing her knees all the way back to her chest and holding them there with her arms. She knew the position gave him total access to both of the portholes to her body and made her feel vulnerable to his attack. Her mind equated it with being raped, and the thought excited her.
His hands felt and squeezed the firm flesh of her buttocks as she waited breathlessly for his tongue. Her anticipation was causing her to build to a climax before he even began. And when his finger wiggled into the waiting, ultra-sensitive little bud, she thought it was his tongue and almost went over the peak of her orgasm, until she recognized the squirming, twisting, exploring digit and brought herself under control.
She realized now how obsessed her nephew really was with the function of this entrance to her body. His finger explored and examined the depths of that tight sleeve with the full length of it, jamming it into her in an attempt to satisfy his hunger. Then she felt him unscrew his finger from the squeezing tunnel and quickly cover the opening with his open mouth.
"Oh, Peter," she groaned at the first touch of his hot breath and moist mouth. She wanted to tell him to stop wasting his time and fill her with his tumescent male organ, but knew she couldn't resist finding out what his tongue would feel like.
"Unnnggghhhh," she groaned louder when the tip of his tongue entered the pursed, dry lips of her anus. "Unnngggghhhh," she cried again, trying to contain her climax. But the feel of his slippery, wet tongue was more than she could bear. "Ahhhh ... OH! More ... more ... MORE! ... Mmmmmmmm...." she cried, letting the juices flush freely, feeling his snaking tongue drive deeper into that too-tight tunnel.
Cathy could feel his saliva ooze down the crack of her behind as he drove his tongue deeper and more frantically into the dry heat of her body. Even as she tried to help, but sucking his tongue in with the strong muscles there, his appetite seemed to be unquenchable. And she felt as though his wagging tongue was tingling every nerve ending in her body. The pain of his teeth sinking into the flesh around the cavity was numbed by the torture his tongue was inflicting.
Without warning, his tongue snapped out and he was pulling her legs apart, pressing the blunt knob of his pole to the drenched lips of her vulva. She could see his face now, all serious and determined as he began his first testdrive into this velvety-soft tunnel. Her first reaction was concern for what he would think of the experience. But as the ballooning head of his shaft slowly entered, she found herself swept away in her own lustful examination of his penetrating spear. She could feel the mushroom shape of the knob creep into her, then each inch of thick, pulsing, hot meat that followed. It was delicious, she told herself, measuring and weighing it in her stretching, filling vagina.
Once his prong was seated, he slowly lowered his chest to hers. Cathy wanted to ask him how it felt, but didn't feel she had the breath necessary and didn't want to interrupt the dazed look in his eyes. Then she felt his thick meat twitch inside her and she let her curiosity fade from her mind. His initial panic and slow-motion movements seemed to vanish now as he pistoned his long rod in and out of her, testing at first, then driving harder and faster as he gained confidence. And she found herself meeting his thrusts with her own bouncing, grinding pelvis.
"Mmmmmmmm ... he finally broke his self-imposed silence. "This is it! Mmmmmm ... I mean ... WOW! ... This is really something...."
"Nnnnngggghhhh...." Cathy managed to answer back. A voice in her head was telling him, It certainly is! And your Aunt Cathy is going to bake you some cookies for being such a good boy ... for being such a BIG boy!
"See? I told you my second shot was my best," he continued to talk as he pistoned in and out of her with seemingly endless stamina.
"Auuugggg," she gurgled from deep in her throat. Let's call it a day! You're splitting me in half! I love it so much ... but I can't breathe! "Come ... Peter ... Come," she cried, lifting her legs high in the air and bringing her heels down hard on his bouncing rump, to secure him inside her.
"Don't rush me," he groaned. "My balls feel like they're in a vise ... oh, the pain is . ... "
"Oh ... oh ... I'm coming! ... I'm coming, Peter ... Hold me tight!"
"Unnnggghhh," he groaned as the first ball of hot lava burned up the center of his volcano and splashed into the steaming heat of her. "Ahhhhh ... MMMMMmmmmm ... I'm coming tooo...."
Cathy answered with animal-lust sounds that were drowned out by his grunting and groaning. Then nothing penetrated the thick fog in her brain as she enjoyed the flushing sensations of her own release.