Date: Mon, 25 Jan 2010 20:09:24 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: Pleasure perfect Part 5

Here I sit, there are still sounds coming from the bedroom and I'm
wondering how much longer he'll be with her, my wife came back from her
appointment half an hour ago, she had only just got in the door when her
brother began to undress her, first he had her blouse off and then he'd
unhooked her bra..she stood there resignedly while he began to fondle her
breasts, not for long though because I could see that pink flush she gets
when she is excited, I knew for sure she was aroused when she pressed his
hands to her nipples.  From then, well it was she who undid her skirt and
followed him into his bedroom.  I wonder..how long WILL they be?  I get up
to have a look and as I get closer, there are those unmistakable feminine
sounds...the noise that a wet pussy makes when it's getting a good work
over - with him she's far more energetic I notice, he has her lifted by the
thighs and she's quite a sight to see stretched back like that - her little
breasts show to advantage in that position and she's toying with her
nipples, meanwhile her entire body bounces back and forth, holding her in
that position his thrusts are transmitted the length of her torso.  She's a
lovely woman my wife, all our friends agree and her figure is something
special, exquisitely formed yet small breasted.  She is over sexed too,
nights when I haven't been up to it, she'll lie there, playing with herself
as she reads a book...and she came across this old Dutch painting once...it
was of a boy playing a flute, he was pretty but what she noticed was his
shirt, it was pulled right down off one shoulder...and it turned her on.
She called me over and I looked, yes it was intensely erotic, I wanted to
slip my hand down and feel his deliberately exposed breast....what my wife
did was seize my hand...and guide it inside her shirt to her own
breast...she wore no bra and as I felt her, I could imagine that young
boy's nipple rising under my touch, we stood there admiring the picture
becoming more and more aroused...and now, her brother is having her, I knew
that this would be but the preliminary for he too seemed to have an excess
of sexual energy...the bed springs are complaining.  So resignedly I return
to the lounge, they could be a while yet.  As I sit, I notice a certain
tenderness, earlier this very afternoon, her brother and I enjoyed a
lengthy session, his unusually large penis - the one now engaged in
pleasuring my wife - had sawed in and out of me relentlessly and the result
was now being felt...idly I stroked my entry..yes sore but also
sensitive..it always was - sensitive, and memories returned.

I had been standing at the railing overlooking the marina, ships had
fascinated me, they still do, it was deserted or so I thought...absent
owners had parked their expensive toys and headed back to the city for the
next 11 months or so, meanwhile the bobbing beauties nodded at their berths
while I the eager 13 year old day dreamed.  Until the hand touched my
shoulder.

"So, which one would you pick out of this lot?"

I looked around, the sun was in my eyes but vaguely I could make him out,
man, early twenties (old - to me) and harmless appearance, friendly
perhaps?

"That" I pointed "the one with all the polished wood and brass - old
fashioned?"

"Yes, 'character', laid down 1921, beautifully restored and now kept" here
he smiled "by me".

I could feel his eyes on me.....there was something about the way he was
sizing me up..I knew it wasn't casual interest either..and deep down, I
felt excitement stir so when he offered

"Like to look her over then?"

I accepted.  As I walked down the companion way, there was a hand touching
a shoulder, my back..even a buttock..always guiding of course..but even
then I knew.  He hefted a large bunch of keys and with a rich whirr and a
clunk heavy metal turned and cylinders clicked, the main cabin door opened
and - there it was, padded polished leather, richly scented

"Take a seat" he invited.

Certain of my facts by now, I casually draped myself, reclining with bare
leg outstretched..and waited.  My guide settled beside me, carefully he
extended a hand and I watched fascinated as it made its slow journey to my
thigh, and once settled, there I let it remain.  Looking up I met his gaze,
unblinking...excitement was now bubbling within and ever so deliberately
still holding his gaze, I parted my legs.  My pants were removed within
minutes, he did all sorts of things to me that morning, ...for the next
couple of hours I posed, positioned myself and slowly learned the delights
of man boy attraction, masturbation was nothing new of course but now I
learned to manipulate and pleasure a far larger penis...likewise I was
shown how to suck one...to hold off to prevent your partner from coming too
soon.  And then, he discovered my opening, he had idly been fondling my
buttocks when for no particular reason, a finger diverted to stroke it.  I
shuddered with pleasure, and he noticed, again he ran a finger around the
rim, again my body shook...he paused and suddenly, I had the most
incredible feeling, it was discomfort..and something new, delicious,
exciting, naughty....his finger slipped into me and remained there.
Involuntarily, I felt myself clench and unclench upon him, slowly he began
to move the finger in and out and I lay back helpless with the thrill as it
stroked something deep, deep inside.

"You're a natural sweetie, but you'll need some work, lots of work, it
would be a shame to rush...something special now wouldn't it.....?"

and the finger kept up its delicious task.  That was way, way back of
course....together we had discovered other things too, such as..my
seemingly infinite capacity to take a penis and be enjoyed by another
man....but I have to admit.. I'm just a little bit sore.....that
brother-in-law of mine...I swear my wife only brings me along to help share
the load...