Aunt's best friend

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My docile nature from my youth is gone. In fact, I am quite aggressive in some ways now. However, no matter how the world changes, those youthful years will never be forgotten. And everything my aunt's nurse friend, Adrienne, taught me is an indelible memory.
Because of her dedication, I was able to explore the mysteries of the female body. And because of her passion, I learned to enjoy the pleasures of sex. She dominated my sex life in my youth, and also taught me obedience and gentleness.
Later, I discovered that the experience with her was incredibly precious. If I hadn't absorbed so much knowledge from her, it would have been difficult for me to possess such impressive sexual skills later in life, conquering one woman after another.
Adrienne wouldn't allow me to treat sex lightly; she personally led me to the realm of bliss, and at the same time, she told me, "Sex is a wonderful thing in life; cherish every moment." After my parents won the lottery, they finally had the ability to realize their dreams. They decided to set aside a large portion of this windfall to travel the world, making their long-cherished wish a reality. Their meager honeymoon years ago was a lifelong regret. During their short two-week honeymoon, they were busy planning the wedding. After the wedding party, they only had two or three days left for a short trip to Pocono Mountain. Now, with the chance to make their dream come true, who would pass it up?
However, in reality, they didn't plan to take me along; they didn't want to interfere with my choices. After all, the school offered many travel options. For example, the essay competition winner could go to England, and the science fair winner could go to Africa. Since I could have fun as long as I worked hard, studying was the right path, and I didn't want to rely on my parents forever.
Honestly, I didn't want to be a burden in their dreams. It's better not to go; I'd have plenty of free time to do what I want. Besides, they gave me a large allowance, which I could use freely.
However, a year has passed, and with the start of the new semester, I feel abandoned. My parents aren't planning to end their trip, leaving me all alone. I don't complain too much. If I were their age and suddenly had the chance to enjoy my dream come true, I wouldn't give up so easily either.
Then, I moved in with Regina, my uncle's widow. I've forgotten when she entered my life, but I know that living with her was a turning point.
Uncle Cano had passed away three years prior, and my aunt hadn't remarried. Her seaside house was her constant home; she cherished that house, holding onto the memories of her life with my uncle. The New England-style neighborhood was unfamiliar to me. Before moving in with her, boredom was my only thought. After all, I was in the prime of my life, while she was a lonely widow—such a stark contrast; what could possibly cross paths between us? Besides, as far as I knew, the small fishing village where my aunt lived had zero young people my age.
Regardless, I packed my bags and moved into my aunt's world.
Later, I discovered I wasn't her only tenant. My aunt's close friend, Nurse Adrienne, entered my life.
I'll never forget the first time I saw her.
Adrienne lay lazily on the deck outside her aunt's house. The deck faced the curving coastline and the endless blue ocean. She was sunbathing, almost naked. A huge pillow was under her head, and an open gossip magazine was used to shield her face from the glaring sun.
Seeing her like this was purely accidental. Going into the bedroom, I opened my suitcase, carefully hanging my clothes in the closet and neatly arranging my personal belongings in the drawers. I must admit I'm a bit of a neat freak, so I spent a lot of time cleaning the room. After tidying up, I went to the entrance hall, to the door, ready to go out onto the deck.
Before a simple lunch and a lemonade, I wanted to see the sea, to gaze at the beauty only found by the sea, to admire the magnificence of the ocean. I was somewhat surprised that my aunt hadn't mentioned any other guests.
It was one thing if the guest was a woman, but I hadn't expected her to be so avant-garde, greeting me in such a "frank" way. It was truly astonishing; the visual impact was unforgettable.
Adrienne was in her early thirties, nearly 170 centimeters tall, married, and childless. Due to her work, she couldn't live with her husband. She was curvaceous, with a stunning figure, and her large breasts were breathtaking. She had shoulder-length brown hair, and I was both lucky and excited to discover that her thick pubic hair was the same color as her hair, shimmering beautifully in the sunlight. At fourteen, I had seen nudes in Playboy and Penthouse magazines, but those were photographs. This nearly naked female body was something I had never seen before. Such vibrant flesh could never be compared to a monotonous photograph; I was captivated. Adrienne, in some ways, didn't look as beautiful as the models in magazines—not that she was inferior, but I must solemnly declare, she far surpassed those models, more beautiful and alluring.
She was within reach, lying right before my eyes. I realized I would probably never again fantasize about women in photographs.
Completely forgetting my thoughts of looking at the sea, my gaze lingered on her reclining body, and my penis began to stir.
I guessed she was asleep, so should I take advantage of this perfect opportunity to pull out my penis and use her body as the driving force for a good masturbation? Just as the thought arose, she stirred, and the magazine slipped off her face. Perhaps out of guilt, I was terrified and retreated to the entryway. I quickly ran back to the bedroom to avoid her discovering my presence.
During lunch, my aunt formally introduced us. At this time, Adrienne was wearing a loose yet fitted tank top and super short shorts that resembled volleyball shorts. She wore sandals, and her hair was styled in a ponytail. At this moment, she was dressed plainly, like a passerby on the street. However, I knew she was not a passerby; that stunning figure was imprinted in my mind.
The surprise I had felt before was gone; her bold personality remained unchanged. After spending some time together, I realized she completely ignored my existence as a virile young man. For comfort, she always dressed scantily, regardless of time or place. She never closed the shower door. No matter where she was in the room, she always wore only a semi-transparent one-piece nightgown or just a bra and panties. Surprisingly, my aunt didn't object to my friend's lifestyle at all. Under these circumstances, my eyes were constantly feasting on her. That said, while my aunt didn't interfere with my friend's clothing, she herself was very polite, always behaving appropriately, and dressed neither extravagantly nor old-fashionedly.
As a result, my life became like a movie full of climaxes. Because of Adrienne, I unconsciously became one of the voyeurs. Whenever I had the chance, I would masturbate while thinking about her. And honestly, I masturbated a bit too much. The number of times I changed the sheets increased dramatically, but no one knew why. This pleasurable fantasy was best kept to myself; how could I reveal it to the world?
I forgot to dispose of the wads of tissues soaked in semen, and one night, I even forgot to wipe the obvious stains off the bed. These oversights changed everything. A few nights later, I heard a very soft knock at the door. Sitting up straight, I said, "Come in."
Adrian appeared at the door, wearing a pure white sports bra and bikini-like underwear. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Darling, yesterday, before Regina was about to throw your clothes in the washing machine, she noticed some strange marks on your sheets." I felt hot all over, incredibly shy, and even a little panicked. Adrian noticed my unease and took my hand in her soft, warm grip. "Darling, it's okay. It's normal. Boys your age should relieve themselves regularly. By the way, have you had any wet dreams?" I didn't want her to know that I hadn't had many wet dreams lately. Yes, I'd been masturbating very frequently lately, but it was all through sexual fantasies, and the object of my fantasies was her! I made up some random excuses to try and get away with it, then apologized profusely and promised not to do it again.
"Of course you'll do it again, baby. It's a must, you know? You... um... you used to... you know... play games with your little penis, right?" Games? Of course I knew what she meant, so I froze.
"Actually, your aunt and I discussed this, and we reached a consensus. I'm a nurse, so if I were to do a physical exam for you, to check if you..." I couldn't help but swallow. "A physical exam? You'd do it?" "Darling, of course. I promise the exam won't be uncomfortable, and at the end, there might even be a lesson about... sex..."
The panic was gone, replaced by excitement and trembling—the feeling brought on by my hardening penis.
"After breakfast tomorrow, we'll implement the first step. Tonight, get a good night's sleep and be well-rested."
I could see her suppressed laughter, knowing full well that I would be constantly trying to guess the meaning behind her words tonight.
"Goodnight, darling."
Then, she did something that made me both laugh and cry. You might think I enjoyed it, but I felt terrible. That night, I couldn't sleep at all. She had me lie flat on the bed and then gently kissed me—not on the cheek, but on the lips. As she kissed me, her brown hair kept brushing against my face and my heart. Her forward lean gave me a very expansive view. Through the neckline of her clothes, I saw her round, large breasts and her extremely flat stomach. Just those two things made me lose my senses, completely forgetting about the supposed inspection tomorrow.
That night, I didn't play with my penis at all, just because I was afraid she would find out I had disobeyed her tomorrow. But then, I had a wet dream. The dream was so realistic that I woke up with a start just before I had a wet dream. To avoid ejaculating on the sheets and underwear, I quickly jumped out of bed. Unfortunately, the semen came out immediately, giving me no chance to catch my breath, so I ejaculated on the carpet beside the bed. My hands, trying to catch the semen, were, of course, wet and sticky.
Regarding that erotic dream, I only remember dreaming of Adrien's naked body, and her lowering her head to kiss me. With just a slight shift in my gaze, I could see her shapely buttocks and vulva. Her pink labia minora were everted, overflowing with vaginal fluid, and her thick brown pubic hair shimmered under the light. I ejaculated the instant her tongue entered my mouth.
Morning finally arrived, and I sneaked downstairs, my heart pounding. I prayed that my aunt wouldn't know what this morning meant to me, and I hoped that Adrien wouldn't appear for the time being. Even if she had breakfast with my aunt, I hoped she wouldn't reveal what happened last night.
Luckily, I saw my aunt alone, behaving as usual.
During breakfast, she was calm and composed. Then, my aunt said she had to go to the supermarket to buy some daily necessities.
"I know Adrien's plans. I hope you enjoy the time she brings you. I'll be disappearing for a while, probably staying at a friend's house. Around noon, the three of us will go out for lunch together; I heard a new restaurant opened at the end of the village."
So, these two are the masters of my life.
"Good morning! What should we do on this crisp morning?" Adrien appeared as a nurse, dressed in a snow-white jumpsuit, white shoes and socks, with a stethoscope around her neck. It was time for the examination, in her master bedroom.
The initial examination was incredibly boring. She first took my temperature and then my blood pressure; both were normal.
My heart rate was a bit fast, which was to be expected. Next, I weighed myself in the bathroom, and then she placed a measuring tape on the wardrobe door, asking me to measure my height.
I started to realize I had been having too many unnecessary fantasies about the examination.
"From the outside, you look perfectly normal. So I think the examination might need to be a little more thorough.
I need you to take off your clothes so I can do a palpation." With that, she leaned forward and began unbuttoning my shirt. I felt my penis starting to stir. She first pressed and rubbed my abdomen, then nodded in satisfaction, and finally bent down to make notes in her notebook.
"I think you should take off the rest of your clothes now. I need to examine your genitals and anus. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
I hesitated for a moment, but she didn't. She ran her fingers through the zipper of my jeans, and as she pulled it down, I heard a loud "whoosh!" Noticing the bulge in my underwear, she hooked her fingers around the sides of the underwear and then pulled off the jeans along with it.
I felt my cheeks burning and quickly turned to look out the window. Looking at the azure sky, the sparsely populated coastline, and the boundless sea, all I wanted to do was distract myself. I wanted to forget the situation, forget standing naked in front of a woman, forget my pants being pulled down to my knees, forget my rock-hard penis, forget the fact that it was trembling in mid-air.
"Oh my god! It looks amazing!" she exclaimed, lost in thought. "And how old are you!" She pulled my pants down further, tossing them and my shoes aside. Now, I was truly naked.
"Turn around so I can see you clearly. Walk around a few times, I need to observe your gait."
As I moved, my throbbing penis acted like a guide cane, leading me in the right direction.
"Bend over, darling, and then open your legs."
She reached out and cupped my scrotum, then gently squeezed my testicles. I coughed a few times as she continued to stroke my balls.
"Now, bend down a little more."
I heard a crisp "snap," knowing she had put on latex gloves, her muscles tensing instantly.
"Don't worry, baby. This checkup will be quick."
She smeared a generous amount of Vaseline on her fingers. She was lying; the checkup wasn't quick at all. As soon as I felt something cold and wet trying to invade my anus, I couldn't help but clench my buttocks.
"Relax, sweetheart, it'll be over soon."
Her fingers probed forward, deeper and deeper. She started massaging my prostate, and it had been going on for so long that I felt she was doing it on purpose. Then, I heard a series of "plop" sounds as she began to move her fingers in and out of my anus.
"I think there's something you'll really like," she said.
She took out a bottle of lotion and turned me to face me. She poured the lotion evenly into her palm, then placed her hand on my thigh, gently and slowly stroking it, and finally, caressing my scrotum. The feeling was indescribable. She gently teased my testicles with her fingers, first one, then both, her hands full of femininity, her movements elegant, her fingers incredibly nimble. My penis bounced up and down, the originally deep red glans turning a bright purple. The veins on my shaft stood out, the veins clearly visible. This young, vibrant penis throbbed more and more violently, as if it were looking for something to attack.
"I think this step should be finished in the bathroom," she said, pulling me into the bathroom and making me stand in front of the toilet. The position was so familiar; it was one of the positions I'd been using to masturbate these past few days. Besides continuing to play with my testicles, she added other actions, first rubbing my penis with one hand, then starting to stroke it. A few seconds later, I ejaculated.
A large amount of semen shot into the toilet, wave after wave, incredibly pleasurable. Finally, the intense pleasure made my legs weak, and I almost collapsed onto the floor.
After this intense examination, my thoughts calmed down, and I noticed that my testicles were no longer tense. I knew them inside and out.
Why did she spread her hands? The next thing, if your lover hasn't done it, you'd better convince him to try it or just get a new lover. She gently lathered my genitals with soap, then washed them with warm water, and finally dried them with a soft towel. Every action was love, I felt.
I'm pleased to announce that the story doesn't end here. Next, I will recount how I became this woman's sex slave. In this day and age, sex slavery is a universally acknowledged fact. And it's no longer a term exclusive to women; in fact, many men also crave to be ravaged by women. And Adrienne is the queen of the sex slave world.
At this moment, she sits on the edge of the bed, still wearing that snow-white nurse's uniform. And I stand in front of her, naked, my penis already erect.
"Next, I will teach you obedience and submission."
"Yes, Auntie." No matter what she says or does, I find it wonderful. I long for the pleasure I just felt to return.
"Kneel here." She placed a pillow in the center of the bedroom. "Sit on your heels, adjust yourself to a more comfortable position."
I obeyed.
"Put your hands on your thighs."
This position is somewhat humiliating for a boy. Then, I felt a little afraid, looking up at her slowly undressing, looking at the nurse's uniform, looking at the underwear, being thrown onto the bed.
Now, standing before me, she wore only knee-high stockings and white shoes. I looked up at her, my gaze like that of a pitiful little insect, fixed on her perfect, fiery body. Her legs were firm, with beautifully defined muscles, long and slender, far from muscular. At the top of her thighs was her moist, mysterious vulva, partially concealed by a thick tuft of pubic hair. Her abdomen was flat, her waist slender as a snake, and her buttocks round. Her breasts were considerably larger than I remembered, two nipples proudly atop areolas the size of silver coins. She smiled down at me, then turned to let me admire her full buttocks.
"Kiss this side," she said, pointing to her right buttock.
I gladly obeyed. Then, she pointed to the other side, and I kissed it again. Heaven was nothing more than this. She turned back to me, giving me another radiant smile.
"Now, show me your respect,"
she said, no longer issuing commands. I raised my arm, placed my hand on her leg, and said firmly, "You are my queen."
"Very good, now tell me what you want from me? When you ask, say your name." This is how my aunt's close friend, the nurse Adrienne, seduced me. She had a desire to completely conquer men, and I, young and inexperienced, was the perfect target. She also constantly trained me to serve and please her well. Seeing her comfortable made me feel good too, so every time I played the role of a slave, I gave it my all. Teenagers always stumble and fall when exploring sex, but I didn't. As long as I obeyed Adrienne's instructions and boldly said what I wanted, everything was right.
Time flies like water, never to return. However, I can't forget every little thing about her, especially those gentle and charming hands. Alas, the past is too painful to recall, yet I remember kneeling naked in the middle of the living room, my hands on her knees, my face buried in her open thighs. She wasn't wearing underwear, her skirt still up, and sat comfortably in the chair. My face was pressed against her soft, moist vulva, sometimes tasting the flavor of her juices, sometimes licking her pink, slippery labia with my tongue.
I also remember the punishments. She would always flick or lightly bite my penis, or clamp it between her warm thighs until it was immobile. Of course, her fingering me was also an unforgettable experience. And the special service of carefully washing my genitals before and after intercourse is a memory I can never erase.
Most notably, she would occasionally spray water at my anus, a practice that often caused me spasms or embarrassing pain.
There are so many memories worth cherishing. After all, Queen Adrian was kind and considerate. The pleasure she brought me far outweighed the punishments, and of course, the most pleasurable thing was fucking.
In my memory, I was either tied to her bed in a spread-eagle position or handcuffed to a chair. The first painful thing I had to endure was watching her perform a sensual dance without being able to touch her. Next, I had to endure her constant caresses and kisses while I couldn't respond.
Finally, she would give me instructions to release my pent-up desire and the pressure of restraint. The most ecstatic moment was when she stood before me, wearing only black stockings and beautiful high heels. Then, she would gaze at the floor, like a shy young girl, and hand me handcuffs, a collar, and a blindfold.
Next, she would obediently kneel, widening her knees as much as possible, her hands pressed tightly against her thighs.
Then, I would blindfold her, cuff her hands, put a collar on her, and lead her around the room like a dog on a leash. Watching her raised hips, her smooth, flawless back, and her slightly tense, trembling body as she moved always gave me a sense of pleasure. If she crawls in the wrong direction, I'll spank her as a light punishment, and her seductive moans and the obvious red finger marks on her buttocks will make my cock harder and harder.
"Oh~ my king, fuck me to death with your big cock." She always makes this request when she's gushing with her juices.
I won't let her down. If it's doggy style, I'll first lightly tap her buttocks with my cock, then spread her buttocks apart with my hands, and then forcefully insert my cock into her vagina or anus. If it's missionary style, I'll first move my cock around her vulva without penetrating, and when her moans get louder and louder, I'll give her a good, hard time.
If she's on top and I'm on the bottom, then her huge breasts will be teased by my hands, and vigorously rubbing and squeezing her breasts is a very pleasurable thing.
Every part of her body bore the marks of my semen, yet her favorite thing to do was swallow it. I loved the expression on her face afterward; she would look up at me, her eyes filled with lingering pleasure, her tongue licking around her lips, her actions speaking volumes about the deliciousness of the semen.
But all good things must come to an end, and happy times always have their conclusion. She believed we were a match made in heaven, but she felt we were destined to part ways.
Years later, she wouldn't even let me see her one last time. She had my aunt deliver a letter to me.
"The age gap cannot be bridged by love. Youth will eventually fade, and I don't want you to see me old. I only hope you find a girl of similar age and spend your life with her. Thank you for the climax you gave me, for sharing our bodies and souls. I believe you won't forget. Let this time we spent together be the most beautiful memory of our lives..."
Now, reading that letter again, the handwriting is blurred by my tears from back then. Yet, each time I read it, my eyes well up with tears; her presence is long gone. I wrote this memoir-like piece hoping that one day she would see it, so she would know that in my life, her place is unparalleled.
"My Queen, Adrian, if you see this, would you send me some news of you? If not, I won't blame you. I just want you to know that, though women come and go in my life, only you have truly left a very, very deep, very deep mark on my heart..."
[The End]

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