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 Name: Wistful
Title: A Private Education
Part: Part 5
Summary: Adrian is caught masturbating by the night matron of his
boarding school.  Over 2 nights, she manipulates and teases him, revealing
more and more about sex, and herself.  This part starts at the beginning of
night 3, when she has even more extraordinary surprises waiting for him.
Keywords: Fb, voy, pedo, mast, oral, dirty talk, ws





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   The story below is a work of fiction, and has no basis in fact.



   A Private Education - Part 5

   For Adrian, the daytime seemed to be becoming something of a routine:
the mental replay of what happened the night before; the slow progress of
the hours; and the agony of anticipation of what tonight would bring. 
Today had been particularly hard because of the special pride that he
carried within him and which was just bursting to get out.  Except that he
had promised that it was their secret and knew somehow that if he revealed
it, things would be spoilt forever.

   And then there were the questions, there always seemed to be questions.
He tried unsuccessfully to avoid them during the day but now, as he waited
restlessly for her to appear in the doorway, they filled his thoughts.  The
usual one was, who was she?  Of course he knew who she was.  She was Nikki,
and the most beautiful woman on earth, and the answer to all his prayers.
But who was she?  He might have been an innocent ten-year-old, but he was
no fool.  Matrons didn't suck his cock or let him see them naked, or teach
him to say cunt.  He didn't care, as long as she appeared again tonight,
and walked him down the corridor, and introduced him to wonderful things
that his mind simply couldn't imagine.

   And so, grasping his ever-erect little cock, he tried to lay still,
listening for the slightest noise in the corridor.  He realised that he
wasn't so nervous now, that somehow, after last night, whatever awaited him
was nothing to be frightened of or awkward about.  But in her usual style,
Nikki had left him with something enigmatic that he couldn't make sense of.

   She had said, "Now that you are becoming a man, you can do what men do,"
and it seemed odd to him.  The simplest explanation was that she meant that
now he could make spunk, he was becoming a man, but if that is what she
meant, why did she say it that way.  He had been trying to tease an
explanation out of those words, but he could find no solution except one:
that she was saying he could...  fuck her.  And that seemed so impossible,
so unlikely, that he didn't dare to take it seriously.

   She arrived with barely a sound, a shadow dimming the light from the
corridor.  He got quietly out of bed, put on his dressing gown and tiptoed
to the door.  Immediately he was confused; she wasn't wearing her uniform.
Instead she wore a white blouse and a long swirling skirt that swept down
to her feet.

   She stopped him just outside the door, gesturing for him to stay there,
and crept into the dormitory.  She went over to his bed, and in the faint
light, he saw her place something on it.  A moment later she was back in
the corridor beside him, smiling, before setting off towards her office,
leaving him no opportunity to ask what she was doing.  As usual, he fell
into step behind her, watching the way she walked.  There was no
tight-fitting uniform tonight, no sensuous wobble of her buttocks, just the
swish and sway of her skirt.

   When she got to her office, another surprise awaited him.  Instead of
opening the door as he expected, she continued walking down to the end of
the corridor and then swung round to the right into a narrower one.  Alarm
bells started ringing in his head.  What was she doing?  This led to a set
of stairs up to the staff floor, a place that every pupil knew was
completely out-of-bounds, on pain of death.

   He stopped.  She turned and walked back to him, her finger on her lips
to remind him that he shouldn't talk, but his anxiety overcame him.

   "I can't, Nikki," he whispered desperately.  "I'm not allowed up there."
Surely she must understand.

   She leaned down and kissed his cheek gently.  "It's alright, Adrian. 
Just trust me, ok?" she said quietly.  He could smell her, feel the warmth
her face close to his, and was immediately seduced.  He nodded.  She turned
and began to climb the stairs.  He followed her, his stomach suddenly
filling with adrenalin.  He felt a little like a thief, or a secret agent.

   At the top of the stairs, a corridor stretched in front of them.  It was
narrow and dark, and Adrian could see doors on both sides along its length.
New, unexpected smells hung in the air: cooked food, tobacco.  From behind
a nearby door, he heard the sound of a radio, and from another, a muffled
cough.  He followed her carefully, terrified that at any moment a
floorboard would creek, a door would open, but after what seemed an age,
they made it to the end and swung around a corner.  A final passageway
seemed to lead them to safety, and up to a final door with "Guest Rooms"
carved elegantly on it.  Nikki unlocked it and walked through, locking it
again after him.

   She spun round and laughed, looking down at him with excitement shining
in her eyes.  "Hello, Adrian," she said.  "Wasn't that fun!"

   Fun was the last thing he thought it was but he nodded anyway, just to
agree with her.

   "Come on," she said, and he followed her slowly through what was a small
dark hallway into a well-furnished sitting room, a fire glowing in the
grate and thick curtains drawn across the windows.  He must have looked
lost because she said, "Don't worry, my little man.  Just sit down and I'll
explain everything in a moment," before promptly disappearing through a
doorway, leaving him alone.  He looked around and saw a sofa next to him
and sat down to wait.

   She returned in no more than a moment, carrying a glass of water.

   "Remember what I gave you last night?" she asked, adding, "To relax
you?"

   He smiled and nodded, and took the glass.  It was larger than before,
and it tasted slightly different, more like medicine, but he drank its
contents straight down.

   "That's a good boy!" she said brightly, taking the glass from him.  She
placed it on the side and then sat down demurely on the chair across from
him.  He smiled at her sheepishly, unsure of what was happening, confused
by the changes.

   "Now, Adrian, I have something sad to tell you."

   Her words shocked him into attention, and questions bombarded his mind.
Sad?  What could she mean?  Was that why they were here, in this strange
place?  Didn't she want to continue with his treatment?

   She leaned forward and smiled gently at him.  She spoke quietly, as
somebody with bad news to deliver.  "This will be our last time together.
After tonight, we can't be together anymore." She stopped and looked at
him, letting what she had said sink in.

   He felt it too much to take in, aware only that like so many things in
his short life, something he loved was coming to an end.  He felt tears
prick his eyes and despite his best efforts, he couldn't stop them rolling
down his cheeks.

   "Oh Nikki...," he breathed, his voice reflecting his despair.

   She got up and came and sat next to him, pulling him to her, enfolding
him in her arms, pressing his face against her breasts.  One of her hands
stroked his hair.

   "I know my love, I know," she whispered.  "I don't want it to end
either, but it must." She paused and her hand continued its gentle
stroking. "But I do have one last surprise for you."

   He pulled away from her slightly and looked up at her face.  She was
smiling down at him.

   "I think we should make the most of the time we have left.  I thought it
would be fun to come to my rooms rather than that rotten old office." She
paused again.  "And I thought it would also be fun for you to spend the
night with me."

   Despite himself he wanted to laugh.

   "The night?  But...  how?" Had she gone mad?

   "It's simple," she said brightly.  "You stay with me here.  Nobody will
know.  And then very early in the morning, you go back to your bed and get
up when the bell goes, as if nothing has happened."

   "But what if somebody sees I'm not there?"

   "Did you see what I did when I collected you?  I put a notice on your
bed that says 'Sick Bay'.  If anyone comes to look for you, that's where
they will think you are." She giggled.  "And nobody is allowed in there
without Matron's permission."

   He smiled weakly.  Two minutes ago, he would have jumped for joy at the
thought, but now, he felt subdued.

   She leaned towards his ear.  "And just think of the fun we can have if
we've got all night, Adrian, " she whispered.

   Her hand slid under his dressing gown, over his stomach and into his
pyjama trousers, cupping his cock and balls.  He was aware suddenly that
his erection had gone.

   "Oh dear!" she said in exaggerated tones.  "What has happened to your
lovely little cock?" She pushed her hand against him.  "This won't do at
all.  I seems to me that he needs something to wake him up."

   She withdrew her hand and looked down at him, her expression serious.

   "Adrian, will you promise me something?" she said quietly.

   He nodded.

   "I know you feel sad, so do I.  But we have a lovely night to share
together.  Will you promise me to make the most of it, so that we can have
fun together."

   He became distinctly aware a growing sense of ease, contentment, despite
what she had said earlier.  And then his mind began to consider what she
meant by 'fun'.

   "Yes, Nikki.  I promise.  I promise to have fun with you." He smiled at
her, to reassure her that she was telling the truth.

   She smiled back and then stood up.

   "Well, in that case, the first thing we need to do is to get wake up
your lovely little prick."

   She walked seductively back to her chair and sat down slowly, crossing
her legs underneath her skirt.

   "Do you like what I'm wearing, Adrian?" she asked, her eyes sparkling
once more.

   "Yes," he said as convincingly as he could, "you look very pretty."

   "Are you sure you do?" her voice was silky and he knew she was teasing
him, reading his mind.  "Wouldn't you rather see me in my revealing
uniform? " She seemed to stress the word 'revealing'.

   He giggled.  He didn't know where it came from, but it seemed to just
bubble up inside him.  "Yes," he admitted, feeling a blush on his cheeks.

   She smiled and started to undo the buttons of her blouse.  "Mmm.  Now I
wonder why that is?" She opened her blouse, revealing herself naked
underneath.

   He found he couldn't resist answering.  "Because I wanted to see
your...," he took a breath, "tits."

   She cupped her breasts in her hands.  "Do you like my...," she imitated
his pause, "tits?"

   He nodded.

   She lifted up her left breast and lowered her mouth to it, her tongue
snaking out and licking the firm nipple.  He could see the trail of wetness
sparkle in the light.  She lowered her head further and took the nipple
into her mouth, and her cheeks caved as she sucked on it.  Then she
released it and lowered her hand.

   "I love it when someone licks my tits, and when they suck my nipples, it
makes me wet." She was looking straight at him, and to him it seemed as if
she was giving him some kind of message.

   She leaned back, leaving her blouse to hang open, and uncrossed her
legs.

   "What else did you like about my uniform?" she asked.

   He felt warm inside now, as if some weight had been lifted from him.  He
knew the game she was playing, knew where she was leading him, but like
last night, his inhibitions had left him.

   "Your skirt, because you let me look up it," he said, giggling again.

   "Ah yes, you were very naughty, weren't you.  And I suppose this skirt
is really too long to do that."

   She placed her hands on her knees and he saw her grasp the material of
the skirt delicately between her thumbs and forefingers.  Inexorably
slowly, she began to move her hands back, and he watched the hem of the
skirt start to rise, start to reveal her stocking-clad legs.  At the same
time, her legs opened under the cloth.

   "What did you see," her voice was more breathy, "underneath my short
uniform skirt?"

   "Your cunt."

   She seemed to sigh.  Her hands continued moving slowly, drawing the hem
over her knees, but his view was obscured by a loop of the skirt that hung
down between them.

   "Do you want to see my cunt again?"

   He knew she was looking at him, and he wanted to meet her gaze, but he
just couldn't tear his eyes away from that slowly moving hem.  He nodded.

   There was a pause, and then she moved her legs further apart.  The loop
of cloth rose slowly as her thighs parted until it was stretched taut.

   And he could see!  Her stockinged thighs were like arrows, leading his
eyes past their elastic tops to white skin, and there, there at the very
centre of her, was her cunt!.  No water this time obscuring the clarity. 
He stared, entranced.

   "Do you want to look closer?" He looked quickly at her face, and there
was the same arousal in her eyes as he had seen last night.

   "Oh yes please." His words came straight from his heat, in a long, drawn
out sigh.

   "Then take your clothes off, my little one, and come and sit between my
legs."

   He was a sudden flurry of movement and balance as he rushed to remove
his gown and pyjamas, his eyes locked all the while between her legs.  She
stayed as she was, watching him, moving only to draw her skirt up towards
her hips.  He left his clothes where they had fallen and almost threw
himself onto the floor in front of her.

   "Mmm.  I see your little man is feeling better, " she said approvingly.

   He looked down and saw that his cock was hard, slanting upwards
obscenely.  He looked back at her briefly and smiled before his eyes were
drawn back like a magnet.

   She ran her finger over her lips with an exaggerated slowness.

   "I think it's time you got to know my cunt a little better, don't you?"

   He could only nod, letting her stroking fingers act as his guide.

   "These red puffy parts are my lips.  They have a fancy name, labia, but
I suppose if I was feeling really naughty, really dirty, I could call them
my cunt lips.  They guard special treasures, Adrian."

   She was using that honeyed voice again, and he felt the room
disappearing, his eyes filled only with what she was showing him.  She
moved her other hand alongside and placed a second finger next to the
first. She seemed to press slightly inwards and then pulled the fingers
slowly apart.  As she did so, he saw the lips open to reveal an opening,
pink and slick with a creamy looking fluid.  She pulled her fingers wider
and the hole opened to reveal the beginning of a fleshy tunnel; it was as
if he was looking into a small mouth.  It was then that the fragrance of
her really hit him, stronger than he had ever smelt it before.  It was
intoxicating, and he felt as if he wanted to drown in it.

   "Do you remember sliding your fingers in there?  It's called a vagina.
It's where naughty young men slide their cocks when they fuck me.  It's
where they cum and shoot their spunk, deep inside." Again, she sounded as
if she was telling him something important.  "Do you remember what it felt
like?"

   He realised she had stopped, waiting for him to answer.

   "Warm and slippery," he whispered, swallowing hard.

   "Do you remember how it gripped your fingers when I came?"

   He nodded, recalling the magic of that moment.

   She seemed to tense her muscles and he heard her breath catch slightly,
and the walls of the tunnel closed, pushing bubbles of creamy liquid
outwards towards her fingers.  Then she relaxed again and the walls opened;
the fluid stretched, clinging to the sides in thick strands.

   "Do you know why it is so wet?"

   Beyond words, he shook his head.

   "It makes my cunt slippery, so that it is nice to play with.  It makes
it easier for a young man to slide his hard little prick inside."

   She slid one of her fingers slowly inside her, pushing it in as deep as
it would go.  She pulled it slowly out and it emerged bathed in liquid.  A
single strand stretched back to her lips, as if reluctant to be taken from
that warm wet place.  She moved her finger away from her, and for a moment
he thought she was offering it to his mouth, but she lifted it away from
him and up to her own mouth, sliding it sensuously between her lips.  He
gasped.  She sucked on it, closing her eyes, and then slowly pulled it out.

   "I love the taste of my cunt cream." She looked directly at him.  "I
know that any young man who wanted to fuck me would love to taste it." She
smiled, and then moved her hand back to rejoin the other one.  Hypnotised,
his eyes followed it.  She moved her fingers a little upwards and then
stopped.

   "Do you see this tiny opening?" He was leaning forward now, try into see
everything closer; the musky fragrance surrounded him.  Where her fingers
rested was a little circular hole.

   "This is where I pee."

   He was suddenly shocked, and instinctively moved back slightly.

   "You mustn't be frightened, Adrian.  Some young men like to watch a lady
pee." She had turned on her most seductive voice, and he sensed that what
she was saying excited her.  "Some ladies like that.  Some ladies like to
watch young men pee.  They find it very naughty."

   He felt confused.  It seemed so wrong, so dirty, and yet the fact that
she was telling him, that she wanted him to know, made it sound exciting.

   Her fingers moved again a little higher.  "Now, this little swelling at
the top is very important.  Only really clever young men know about it and
what it's for."

   Straining forward again, he could see what seemed a tiny hill of flesh.
She pulled her fingers up slightly, stretching it, and the skin covering it
slid back, releasing a small hard lump.

   "This is called my clit, and it is very special, very sensitive." She
ran her finger around it, leaving a glistening circle of moisture.  She
lowered her voice, as if telling him something secret.  "When I am feeling
very naughty, and I want to cum, I rub it.  I have to make sure my fingers
are wet or I would make it sore." She moved a finger down and slid it
inside herself and then returned it to her clit.

   "It feels lovely when I rub it, like it feels when you rub the skin near
the top of your little cock."

   She began to rub her wet finger gently over it, and he heard her
breathing change.

   "Young men can do this with their fingers," her voice was strained, "or
with their tongues.  And if they are clever enough, they can make me so
excited that I cum." Her words were ragged now.  "And when I cum, my cunt
shoots cream over their faces, into their mouths, to taste, to drink..."

   Suddenly she stopped and pulled her fingers away.  The knob of flesh was
red and stood out; her lips slowly settled back, red and shiny wet; her
breathing began to ease.

   She giggled.  "But I mustn't come yet.  And I am being far too naughty."
He wanted desperately to tell her that she wasn't, that he wanted her to
cum, but she didn't give him a chance to speak.

   "And there's one place we haven't explored yet."

   She returned a finger to her lips and dragged it downwards between them,
coating them with moisture.

   "Somewhere very exciting."

   She shuffled forward slightly and raised her legs up, spreading them
obscenely wide.  She trailed her finger down further onto the puckered born
ring of her anus, circling it slightly, making it shine with moisture. 
Then it settled over the centre, pressing down against it.

   "This is my bottom," she said, almost like a little girl.  "I love
bottoms.  I love playing with young men's bottoms, and I love it when they
play with mine." As if to confirm this, she pushed her finger slightly
harder, the ring opened and it slipped inside.

   "Mmmm, that feels so naughty." She began to move the finger in and out.
"You know how lovely that feels, don't you my little man?"

   His mind flashed back to last night in the bath, her finger moving in
his bottom, the lovely forbidden feeling of it.  He nodded, lost in what he
was watching, in the memory of what it felt like.

   Eventually, her finger stopped and slid out, and the little dark hole
that was left closed slowly, the ring pulsing slightly.  She lowered her
legs and settled back, her hands now out of his line of sight.  He lost
track of time, his whole being focused on the vision in front of him, at
the answer to so many mysteries.  He felt at peace, reborn.  She stayed
just sitting there, open to him, letting him look.

   "Did you like that?" she asked softly after a little while.  He felt a
the need to express a desperate gratitude, but couldn't find the right
words, so he looked up at her and just nodded.  She seemed to understand
and smiled.

   "So did I," she said gently and paused.  "Would you like to play more
games with me?"

   "Oh yes, Nikki," he sighed, and then, without thinking, "I want to do
everything."

   She smiled again and slowly brought her legs together.  "Then I think
it's time for a shower," she said.  She stood up, her skirt falling back
down to her ankles, and stepped round him.  "Just wait here while I get it
ready."

   He didn't move, still kneeling in the space she had vacated, still
staring at where she had been.  He felt euphorically happy.  He looked at
the shape of the cushion on which she had been sitting, still reflecting
the curve of her bottom, and noticed a small darker patch near the front of
it.  He knew it was her wetness, and leaned forward to inhale its scent. 
He felt an urge to lick it, but hesitated.  Somewhere nearby, he heard the
sound of the shower running, and he stood up slowly to wait for her call.
He wondered what would happen next, what delights she had in store for him.
He thought back to what she had said, and couldn't escape the impression
that she seemed to be teaching him, preparing him for something.

   He heard her call and walked through a doorway towards the noise of the
water.  The shower wasn't what he expected.  He had always thought showers
were little cubicles in the corner of small bathrooms, but as he walked in,
he gasped at its size.  At one end was a toilet and hand basin, but the
rest of the room was given over to a tiled floor with a showerhead poised
over the middle.  From this, water cascaded down, splashing onto the floor
and disappearing down a grill sunk into the tiles.  He felt a sudden,
irrational urge to pee, but put the thought to back of his mind.

   Nikki was standing just out of range of the water, and she turned and
smiled at him.  She undressed quickly and he felt the thrill of watching
her do something so habitual and so intimate.  She threw her clothes into a
dry corner, and walked into the stream of water.  He gasped at how
beautiful she looked as the water ran over her; it seemed to shimmer on her
skin, making her look like a marble goddess.

   "Well come on," she called to him.  "What are you waiting for?"

   He ran forward, laughing and felt the hot water flooding over him.  He
looked up at her through the torrent and then impulsively wrapped his arms
around her waist and pressed himself against her, squeezing her tightly
with joy.  He heard her laugh and felt her hands rubbing up and down his
back.

   She pushed him away and bent down, her mouth next to his ear.  "Do you
want to wash me?" she whispered.  "I haven't got a sponge, so I'm afraid
that you'll have to use your hands."

   He gasped and stepped back to see that she was laughing, not like an
adult, distant and mysterious, but as someone who felt just like him, the
same excitement in her eyes.

   "Oh yes," he cried, his excitement bubbling out of him.

   He reached up and ran his hands over her shoulders and down onto her
breasts.  He pushed them upwards and saw the water cascade over her hard
nipples like two small waterfalls.  On an impulse he put his mouth under
one of them and let it fill, not swallowing but allowing it to overflow
over his face.  He moved his hands down over her stomach to her mound and
that beacon of hair, feeling it tickle against his fingers.  Inspired now,
making her wait, he moved onto her legs rubbing down to her feet.

   He began to wash upwards, stroking her calves and up over her knees.  As
he neared the top of her thighs, he slowed, taking more time to caress her.
Her hands rested on his shoulders and her legs parted to allow him access.
With his new found knowledge, he suddenly knew what he was going to do.  He
stroked slowly along her lips, feeling them part under the pressure of his
fingers.  He felt a different sort of wetness, not watery, but thicker,
more slippery.  He brushed a finger over her clit and felt her hands
tighten on his shoulders, before moving it back and pressing it against her
centre.  She shifted, parting her legs further, and he felt it slip inside
her.  He added a second finger and pushed them deep and once more her grip
tightened.  He began to move them, fucking them slowly in and out, and she
crouched more wantonly, allowing him even deeper penetration.  For a second
he pulled out of her and rubbed softly on her clit, and then plunged back
in, his desire making him push harder and faster.  Her grip on his
shoulders grew tighter, almost painful, and she seemed to rock her cunt
against his probing fingers.

   Suddenly she grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her, breathing
heavily.  "You are so clever, my little man, but not yet," she moaned, "not
yet."

   Pride filled him and he laughed again.  She had said he was clever.  She
would have cum if she hadn't stopped him, and it was because of his
cleverness.

   "But haven't you forgotten something?" she asked, almost laughing
herself.  She turned round and pointed her bottom at him.  He noticed how
the water ran down the crack between her buttocks.

   He began to rub her back, avoiding going any lower at first, using his
new-found cleverness.  Then he swept across and around her cheeks until he
knew there was only one place left to go.  To encourage him, she bent
forward and pulled her buttocks apart.  He gasped; she looked so dirty, so
wonderful.  He ran his hand lightly down between them, feathering his
fingers over her anus, hearing her gasp.  He pushed one finger against it,
rubbing it in a circle against the puckered edge, and he felt it give
against the pressure.  He pressed a little harder and at once it was inside
her.  He heard her moan and pushed his finger deeper, feeling it wrapped by
a tight tube.  He remembered what she had said last night, about using his
finger to fuck, and he began to move it in and out.  She moaned again,
louder, until once more her hand gripped his, stopping him moving.  He
pulled out of her slowly, smiling despite himself.

   "You naughty, naughty little man," she panted, "what are you trying to
do to me?" She leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

   "I have a secret to tell you."

   His heart leapt.  Her secrets were always so exciting.  "What is it,
Nikki?" he asked eagerly.

   She knelt down, bringing her face to the level of his.  The water
sparkled as it ran over her.

   "Do you remember I said that some ladies love to watch young men pee?"

   He giggled.

   "Well, I have played a terrible trick on you.  There was something extra
in your drink tonight, something that will make you want to pee, very
soon." She paused.  "I want you to pee for me." Another pause.  "And I want
to watch you."



   He gasped.  Somewhere in the back of his head he knew he should be
shocked, but something about him was different tonight.  He looked into her
eyes and saw real desire in them, and he felt excitement, not simply
because it was such a forbidden thing to do, but because she wanted him to.


   As if on cue, he felt the urge to pee return, and with it came a sudden
realization.

   "I can't, Nikki," he whispered.  He saw her expression change, and
sensed her disappointment.  "I want to," he said hurriedly, "but...  I
can't, not when I'm...  " he waved his hand at his cock, "...  like this,
all stiff." He blushed.

   She looked down his body, and then back to his face, smiling.  "It's
ok," she said comfortingly.  "When you are ready to start, you need to arch
your back and push your bottom out.  I'll do all the rest."

   The urge inside him grew stronger.  "I'm ready to go now, Nikki," he
said, giggling.

   "Good boy," she whispered and stood up in front of him, their bodies
almost touching.  He wondered for a moment how she would be able to see if
she stood so close, but then he felt her fingers holding his cock, and the
thought left him.

   He started to concentrate, to follow her instructions, but the
strangeness of it all, of the shower, of what she wanted, of her hand,
inhibited him.

   She leant down and whispered in his ear.  "Relax my little one, relax."
Her voice was hypnotic.  "Just think about how happy you will make me."

   He tried again, but this time did not push, just relaxed into the
feeling.  He breathed out and felt the tension ebb out of him.  A muscle
somewhere in his groin seemed to give, and he felt his pee move into his
cock, slowly at first, but then with more pressure.  A dribble came out and
splashed onto the floor and then stopped.  Then another, and he felt the
floodgates open.  Her fingers gripped him tightly, and moved his cock
slightly, as if she was adjusting it, and he heard her gasp.  He looked
down and tried to see what she was doing, and realised suddenly that he was
peeing on her, that she was aiming his cock between her legs. 
Deliberately. Her other hand squeezed tightly on his shoulder, pinching the
skin.

   "Oh my sweet boy!" she rasped, breathlessly.  "Oh Jesus God!  Oh
fuck...!"

   He didn't understand why, but he could hear the pleasure building in
her, and he wanted to please her, so much.  He could tell that he was close
to finishing, and he tried to push the stream harder to keep whatever she
was feeling happening.

   Then suddenly she was on her knees in front of him, and he felt her lips
on his cock.  He cried out in sudden abandonment, her hands gripping his
bottom, pulling his hips forward.

   He looked down, in need of proof of this amazing moment.  Her mouth was
holding him, and he could see the muscles in her neck moving as she
swallowed the last of his flow.  She was drinking him, drinking his...  A
strange sense of elation swept over him, a closeness to her that he
couldn't understand.  He simply knew that now he would do anything for her.


   For a few seconds, she held him in her mouth and he felt suction on his
cock and then she released him.  He expected her to get up but she stayed
where she was, kissing up and down his cock and over his balls, strange,
fierce kisses.

   She looked up at him and he saw that the wildness was still in her eyes.

   She pulled him down to the floor and held his face in front of hers.

   "Do you love me?" she said with a fierce urgency.

   The tone of her voice shocked him, almost as much as the question
itself. Did he love her?  This wonderful woman?  This goddess who had lead
him into the world of his dreams?

   "Yes," he answered quietly, looking straight into her eyes.

   "And would you do anything for me?" she demanded.

   "Yes."

   "I want you to do something wonderfully naughty for me, something that
would make me so very happy."

   "What do you want me to do?" She looked at him as if she was making a
decision.  "I want you to let me do the same to you."

   He looked into her wild, impatient eyes and knew he should say no; all
he had learned about life up till now shouted the sensible answer from
somewhere hazy in the back of his mind.  But he knew he couldn't refuse,
didn't want to say no, that he wanted to give her everything she asked of
him.  And somehow the idea seemed so deliciously exciting.

   "Ok," he said, shyly.

   She leaned forward and kissed him quickly on the lips.

   "Lie down on the floor, Adrian." It was almost like an order, and he
obeyed it immediately.  He looked up through the falling water and she was
already standing over him, her hands between her legs, her fingers pulling
her lips apart.  He could see inside her vagina and the walls seemed to be
moving, throbbing.

   "Do this for me little one," she rasped.  "Don't be frightened.  Just
close your eyes."

   He closed his eyes, and waited.  He felt his cock throb.

   He heard her gasp and then moan and at the same time, a stream of warm
liquid hit his groin, knocking his cock back against his stomach as if she
was spraying him with a hose.  The jet moved over him from side to side and
up and down, creeping upwards, over his stomach, over his chest, over his
nipples, spraying his neck.  He heard her moaning again, louder, heard her
breath rasping with some unknown pleasure.  A feeling of need grew in him:
he wanted her to have that pleasure, he wanted to give her something she
seemed to need so much, just as she had given to him.  And it excited him.
He would do anything for her, as long as it was what she wanted.

   He opened his mouth, stretching his jaw until he felt the joint hurt.

   The jet hit his tongue so hard that he almost choked.  The warm, acrid
liquid seemed to fill him so quickly that he had no time to swallow and he
felt it flowing out over his cheeks.  She was saying something, over and
over but he couldn't hear it amidst the noise of the water and his struggle
to keep control of himself.  He felt the urge to cum and reached down to
grasp his prick.

   Then, as quickly as it started, the jet died, and he lay back catching
his breath, the shower washing over him.  He closed his mouth slowly and
relaxed, enjoying the warmth of the fresh water and a feeling of calm that
filled him.  She was still moaning, but she sounded further away, and he
wondered for a moment if something was wrong.  He opened his eyes slowly
and sat up.

   She was in the corner in a semi crouch, leaning back against the walls
for support.  Her legs were open and she was pumping two of her fingers
rapidly in and out of her cunt.  Her eyes were screwed up tight shut and
she was moaning loudly.  Suddenly he saw her stiffen and thrust forward
with her hips, impaling her fingers deep inside herself and she seemed to
freeze.  She let out what sounded like a long deep growl and then collapsed
back onto the wall, her hips throbbing forward occasionally, sending
shudders through her whole body.

   He crawled across to her through the spray on his hands and knees and
wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against him.  For a little while
he felt spasms shoot through her, but slowly they began to fade and her
breathing settled.  Eventually her arms wrapped around him and she rested
her head on his small shoulder.

   "You were so good, Adrian" she murmured.  "So good."

   He closed his eyes, never wanting this moment to end.