Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 13:55:32 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: Entertaining the visitors Part 5

It rather seemed as though we would be losing our visitors, their flooring
having been replaced it seemed likely that they would be on their way
shortly, having discussed the issue neither wanted that to happen.  So,
idly fondling her buttocks, I put it to the boy's Mum

"Well, most of the holidays are over...do you want to move back for the few
days remaining...or would you rather stay here?"

Her son had by now begun to listen in, he watched as I removed his mother's
briefs and tongued her, I resumed

"Besides, we were thinking of having a farewell do, most people will be
packing up to go and well, it would be nice to have you both around".

Mum looked at her son, he nodded and as she lay back and opened her legs
for me

"It WOULD be nice, save shifting all our stuff and we'd simply pack and go
from here, then of course, we do rather enjoy...the company...for want of a
better word....this is nice - what a relaxing way to do it..."

By now she was quite wet and the sound effects could be heard, her son
simply rolled his eyes and went looking for my wife.

The gathering was cheerful but low key, invited were our immediate
neighbours and of course those spectators from the dunes, I already knew
these people..aside from my wife and our visitor there was one other woman
present. Things began to mellow and as it got late, I noted the
tensions...it was "that time" of course and people began to speculate as to
possibilities...so it went until, casually my wife rose and nodded to
someone - he'd been one of the watchers - and now he gladly followed her
inside.  Sometime later I saw them emerge, cheerful banter greeted them and
prompted by a mischievous impulse, I went over and there in front of all,
began to unbutton her top, feebly protesting she stood as the gathering
grew hushed.  She stood there now in bra amid appreciative murmurs, pausing
to let them drink in the view, I slowly unhooked the garment, firm little
breasts poked free, she was a lovely woman and all present sat hypnotised
until slowly and cautiously they responded.  As I stepped back surrounding
hands rose to caress and fondle, I watched and then saw her jeans being
eased down, hands roamed for a bit and then her panties too descended, now
hands felt between her thighs while others groped for her breasts.  Then
someone had the idea, lifting in unison, they bore my wife inside.  Looking
around, the boy and I remained.....his mother obviously having been caught
up in the action...and we looked at each other, his mouth framed a
question..and I nodded my response.  One thing remained, opening the door I
was struck by the silence, then dimly I saw it, my wife lying prone and
surrounded by bodies, all with hands busy and there on the opposite bed
being rhythmically pumped was the boy's mother, as another man waited for
his turn.  Somehow making it between the press of bodies I whispered to my
wife

"We'll be in their cabin, ok?"

Absently she nodded, before I left I handed out the massage oil and watched
as it was applied to both women, then they returned to business as I left.

"Hello beautiful - are you waiting for someone then?"

Half sulkily the boy looked up, simpered and replied

"Depends what you have in mind...I suppose you want to, violate me, I'm
only 15 you know..."

"That's rather what I had in mind...shall we go - to your place?"

With a giggle he leapt to his feet and grabbing my hand began to tow me
along

"We'll have heaps of time you know, those two, they'll keep them busy for
ages...and luckily, there's quite a few of them!"

This was good to hear, it would be nice to have this lithe youth to myself
and I looked him up and down drinking in the view...I wanted him half
naked, I find it incredibly erotic - the sight of a boy naked from the
waist down - often I ask them to parade up and down this way as I play with
myself and admire them.  This is what I did now, the boy didn't hesitate,
he loved it when a man sat admiring him, masturbating as he watched...I
noted his own arousal, the penis so hard and erect that it poked itself up
under his top...that would never do.  Beckoning the boy closer I grasped
his penis then drew him to me...and had him perch upon my lap.  With no
prompting arms were around my neck and he parted his lips to be kissed.
Mouth to mouth we sat as my hands strayed and fondled, briefly I imagined
hands not so far away, furiously busy, eager eyes drinking in her lovely
body..and became even more turned on, the little devil then breathed in my
ear...

"Has Mum given you our address...I wonder, if you could both...visit..I
think Mum wants it too...I know...I do.."

Suddenly he pulled back and looked at me, then continued

"But I'm just a summer fuck...no sorry...I'm all confused...don't worry
about it, I mean you've got a boy on your knee with his pants off, he's
hard too....what are we waiting for...let's... have...a nice...slow
one...?"

Looking around, I saw their bed, no sheets so I found a towel and placed it
beneath him, then snuggling up behind I began to play with his nipples...as
I did so the boy raised a leg, and I wriggled between.  As I kissed his
neck I lowered a hand to feel his penis, carefully I fondled and teased the
hard shaft...and kept on as his breathing grew heavier, again I nuzzled and
kissed his neck whilst unbidden his hips began to heave and thrust

"Ready now sweetie?"

"Please, yes...please yesss...here, let me...help"

The joy of slipping into a boy's tight passage, incredibly sexy and if he
responds, wow!  My boy was quite vocal in his description of the pleasure
experienced, accordingly I took my time and it was a while before I
"bottomed out" so to speak...then all became dead quiet as the serious
business began.  Both knew what they were doing and could extract every
ounce of enjoyment from the process....I determined to take him as slowly
as possible and for as long as possible...for tomorrow we'd go our separate
ways...so, it was almost hypnotic, soothing, I was making love to him and
he knew it, I sensed he was savouring the moment too.  Intuitively, as time
passed each sensed the build up in the other, neither fought it but
concentrated instead on coordinating the response and accordingly, neither
was surprised or dismayed when the other began to writhe and gasp..it had
been expected, so both flopped around and fought for breath as jets of
semen unleashed, subsiding I kept myself embedded for as long as possible,
eventually to be squeezed out by some involuntary muscle contraction.  I
stroked the quivering boy's back and muttered

"If your Mum wants to give us your address...we'll both be happy to get in
touch..."

We lay there awhile longer then since it was well past midnight decided to
wander back.  All was quiet, I slipped in beside my exhausted wife and
snuggled up

"Not tonight darling..I have a cunt ache...."

I was not surprised.