Date: Tue, 29 Dec 2009 16:36:52 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The Priory chronicles Part 7

All the hard work had paid off, mind you the "work" itself wasn't exactly
hard - it was rather enjoyable but I had needed to persevere with the raw
material to hand.  Of course the raw physical material itself was quite
something and one of the reasons why I'd picked him out for special
attention - the other reason was...a certain innate femininity I'd sensed
in him, something told me that in the proper hands he'd become a
sensational lover, a giver and receiver of pleasure.  He had natural talent
with looks and body to match.  It had been several days since the
breakthrough (though that word is perhaps rather crass in context) since
I'd deliberately allocated time for the boy to recuperate, as a first timer
he'd had to put up with some rather heavy usage - I'd allowed myself to
give in to the intense excitement of the occasion and taken him twice more
that night.  Now, I wondered, had he had sufficient time to recover?  Time
to find out...so I'll go and ask him!

I tracked my new love interest eventually, he was walking around the
school's central grassed area and since he was alone I ran up beside him.
Seeing it was me, there was a noticeable change, his walking pace changed
to a languid saunter as beneath lowered lashes he glanced at me and said

"Well, look who it is and I thought you were avoiding me....I can't think
why you want to be bothered with me...do you know, I couldn't walk properly
next day - fat lot you cared!"

"Yes, I got carried away, it's true but if you think about it...it was you
who managed to do that, I can't think of another boy who would have that
effect on me but yes, I was feeling guilty about it....I've only just
summoned up the courage to talk to you....are you still upset?"

"Well...maybe...maybe not...that's up to you isn't it?"

I wasn't sure what he meant but here we were opposite the Library door, on
impulse I pulled him inside and there shielded from view I clasped him to
me.  Looking down, I saw his face turned up with parted lips...too good an
offer to refuse, the kiss was long and lingering, I felt him begin to
shiver under my caresses and broke it off - not here, someone could emerge
at any second and find us at it.  His eyes were shining and his lips framed
the question "tonight?" Nothing could have kept me away as I gulped and
nodded, mouth too dry to speak.

It was a shock, a nasty moment when I found his bed empty...then movement
near his window alerted me, yes there he was leaning back against the sill,
details became clear in the gloom - there was his lithe form outlined,
yes..naked, and around his thighs a garter belt and suspenders below which
the dark mesh of stockings were visible, he was already erect and
waiting.....numbly I drew toward him with arms outstretched and with a skip
he was within my embrace.  Tilting up his chin I again tasted those lips as
involuntarily my hand cupped a hard little breast - what was this?  A
giggle then

"I wasn't only sore down there after last time....so decided to use the
Vaseline on my nipples too..I enjoyed doing it, could you do it to me -
it's much better to have you do it....makes it feel nicer down there
too...and its nice when you suck them.....ooooh yessss just like
that...beautiful...just feel how hard you've made me..."

I let my lips move from his nipple to the junction of neck and
shoulder...and the fragile boy trembled then reached for my penis as
looking directly into my eyes he began to masturbate me.  A minute or so
was more than enough - or I'd find myself cuming between those dainty
fingers.  It was time to pay homage, here I maintain that
 a boy's build places his penis at the exact height for a kneeling lover to
take it between his lips, the technique I've developed means that I seldom
let it linger inside, rather I engulf the head in deep kisses as I hold the
shaft, systematically run my tongue up and down and then caress the tip so
maintaining a state of arousal without bringing him to a premature end!
This time I released his penis to let it spring upright against his tummy,
while continuing to systematically kiss it I had both hands free - these I
could now use to full advantage, there just before my eyes were white
thighs visible in the gap between garter belt and stocking tops, I ran
shaking hands over the soft flesh before letting them fall to caress the
long slender nylon clad calves.  This boy's legs were exquisite and
impulsively I moved my lips to the skin of a thigh, so smooth, so elegant
and dainty, as I felt him up I was having the time of my life, so carried
away was I that his whisper came as a shock

"I'm so randy, it's hurting.....can we...do something...please...I want you
to come in!" He blurted

Oh glory!  He led the way, hips visibly swaying even in that gloom, I more
and more began to have the feeling that he was taking charge - much as
you'd expect from a girl of healthy appetites on home territory.  Another
surprise, searching around for the Vaseline I was firmly told not to waste
time - it had already been "taken care of"...so please could we get started
and here the minx positioned himself on his side with back to me.  As I
eagerly nestled up against the slim beauty a hand reached behind to spread
pert buttocks in invitation, yes he was well lubricated, in fact I fancied
I could see the gleam of Vaseline.  Still, I took care not to hurry things,
he was still a very tight fit and despite my efforts I felt him tense and
gasp so pausing I lay there and enjoyed the situation - I had a lovely boy
to hand and could make free with his nipples or penis as I took my
pleasure...it was while fondling a breast that I noticed relaxation and
with it, gradual penetration as I pressed against him and ever so slowly as
he lay gasping I felt his warmth engulf me until fully embedded I could
relax pause and begin slowly pleasuring him.  In this position not only
could my hand roam but as I slid in and out it was only natural to nuzzle
the nape of his neck...as I did so, the gasps faded to be replaced by the
occasional moan...

"Oh, so good to be doing it with you again....it hurt this time too but not
as much, now I think it feels even better as I get used to it...you aren't
going to get away with a quickie either...I want lots of it, am I nice and
tight for you....they say boys like me are special, men can't get
enough....can you put your hand just...there...and feel me for a
bit...that's nice, very nice...wonder how often you can make me cum?  Don't
care if I'm walking funny tomorrow either...I'll tell them!  Here, cup your
hand here...ah nice, now play with the nipple....oh that's feels extra
sexy....don't want this to end...just keep going, I can take all of you now
can't I?"

Yes, he was gloriously tight, lusciously feminine, a pleasure to pleasure
in fact as I slid between those dainty buttocks above those smooth flanks
and nylon clad legs - which soon I planned to have clasped around my waist.
Yes, I wonder how often he'll come tonight.....sensational sex...whenever I
want it.....deep now, hold it there and slowly out...pause then sink back
in as both of you sigh - contentedly....