Date: Thu, 7 Jan 2010 16:26:28 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The Outsiders Part 3 Well, it wasn't slim legs around my waist of course but his thighs, kneeling before him I was more or less "locked in" so to speak, still loose from our desert dalliance he'd taken the initiative on return and here I was holding his hips high as with a free hand he guided me to him from below...once in place he simply lowered his hips onto me. Conversationally as we paused to accustom him to my intrusion once more, he explained that although he'd never been able to accept penile penetration until now, he'd fantasised about it an awful lot...and this was just one of the positions he'd envisaged...now that I had him like this, how did I like it? I let my hips thrust upward in silent appreciation and watched as his tummy rose in response. What I did say to him was that for me, it was an incredible turn on to be able to watch him lying there as we did it, and I mentioned, there was another advantage too....as he raised eyebrows I demonstrated what I meant - his rock hard penis lay flat against his tummy, in easy reach, all I had to do was support his hips upon my thighs, and I had both hands free to do as I wished with him...and there was plenty I wanted to do. For starters I decided to lean forward and fondle those taught boyish breasts with their jutting nipples, cupping a breast in each hand as I slowly thrust in and out was the height of sensuality - of necessity movement in and out was drastically curtailed because of the position we were in, if I wanted deeper thrusts of course I'd have to use hands to raise his buttocks. Meanwhile, brief jabs and a slow fondle suited me just fine, from the dreamy look on his face he had no objections either! "Well....is this as nice as you...imagined it..?" I asked "Mmmmm, oooh yes, even better I think but...I always masturbated while I lay back and pretended...it was happening....could you...help me there please.....I know something that can't wait to feel...your fingers, there...that's lovely, lovely now, stroke him gently, just like that, oh yes that's nice, so n...i...c...e - you know how to do it to me don't you...?" Now I had him partially supported with one hand beneath his buttocks while with the other I used all my skill to fondle and stroke his sweet penis, at the same time I'd increased the length of my thrusts into him, angling a few to brush his prostate. The result of all this was that my slim elegant beauty still lay on his back before me with thighs tightly clasping my waist but now I could see hands begin to convulsively grasp at bed clothes, meanwhile his head tossed from side to side as hips bucked, this boy was losing it fast, nor did I care for the sight of his ecstasy was fast taking me over the edge too "Oh God, God, No, No, I can't...oh, oh, oh God, Oh God - p.l.e.a.s.e!!!!!" The combination of what was being done to him on two fronts was obviously overwhelming.....it was some minutes before the shuddering boy settled enough to even think of saying something...and then it was simply "Beyond my wettest dreams!" and he giggled helplessly. There is something very relaxing about holding an attractive boy in your arms, he wasn't just "attractive" either, I suppose many would deem him beautiful and I found myself not for the first time considering his family's action in sending him out here..."out of sight out of mind?" perhaps his delicate loveliness was an embarrassment in a household already in turmoil...if so, his stay could be a long one (and here I smiled happily). That aside, it was time to check on him, he'd been subject to two rather hefty sessions in one day...against my best intentions I simply hadn't been able to restrain myself...nor did he seem anxious for me to do so. Anyway, lifting the flushed face I kissed an ear and muttered "Lover, don't you think we'd better check and see if everything's ok...down there?" He giggled and came back with "You just want an excuse to get your fingers into me don't you?" but obliged by rolling off me and onto his tummy just the same where resignedly, he drew his buttocks apart for inspection. Yes, there was still some inflammation there...and the haemorrhoid cream came in useful once more, absently I applied some and massaged it in...and continued doing so....then almost without thinking - my fingers slipped between those inviting mounds, his back arched and he began to purr, still semi absent mindedly I let fingers explore his warm depths, and I heard myself saying it.... "I've had wet dreams too you know...usually about a boy...who seems to look just like you, we're making love and he's kissing me...then always..I wake up just as I'm about to...enter him....." Softly I heard him "You don't have to wake up you know, not this time... just make sure....you put more of that stuff on you though....here, just lie on top of me and we'll take it slowly...." Gratefully I lowered myself into the receptive boy and languidly began the first slow steps that would lead to yet another gasping climax.....