Date: Fri, 8 Mar 2013 14:00:45 +1100 From: Paul Hart Subject: The Introduction Part 7 The Introduction Part 7 I had mixed feelings about what I'd just witnessed, Margaret had performed a little girl act for her father, fingering herself openly in front of him, he'd then carried her off and from the sounds I could hear he was now thoroughly enjoying his daughter not caring who heard...Margaret was playing along "Dadeeeee, no Dadeee, it's too big, don't, no......I'll tell mum!" I could hear them in the bedroom quite clearly "Now what's this I hear about you and uncle Robert...what did the nasty man do, come on, tell Dady!" "He, he, was looking down my front...and, and, I got all warm and excited...then he, he told me to go outside, an wait for him, so I did an then he came out and undid my dress...." "Then what did he do?" "He, he kept playing with...these, just the way you are Dadeeee....for a long time" "So, then what?" "He...picked me up, and fucked me...against a tree, the way...you do it" "And what then, did you enjoy it?" "Yessss but I like my Dadeeee doing it much better!" I heard the bed springs speed up. Well, Simon confided later, once his Dad and Margaret got started, she'd be "busy" for several days on and off and unavailable to anyone else. I might have known it, that in this depraved family there would be a solution...there was this "Club" Simon knew of, rather special in its way...would I like to go along with him? It could be rather good.... The Club was indeed rather different, a young man greeted Simon and then explained the rules...they seemed sensible and practical so I agreed to abide by them. Then I was introduced, several other comely young men were present along with an aray of youger boys....wow! Also present was a solitary woman, with her teen age son! He had brought a boy his own age with him, slightly effeminate looking - as he was - and both with slim bodies that just begged to be undressed. The routine was that the friend - Sacha - whose first visit this was, would be given the honour of starting off, whereas I, also a newcomer would be given the honour of...having first go! Sacha's friend - Adrian it was - and his mum stood by, we all watched as Adrian helped undress him, while admiring the long legs and smooth thighs that were revealed, then I noticed the buttocks, Oh God! A boy's buttocks are really something special, I couldn't resist, I began to run hands over them, someone handed me a tube, I pulled myself together, unscrewed the top, squeezed...then applied the cream. There is something out of this world about giving a boy "finger"... I've always loved doing it, the tight clasping warmth and the knowledge of pleasures to be...Sacha's swelling buttocks were beautifully formed and I had a finger up between them...I'd been told he wasn't a virgin...looking at Adrian I supposed that he'd been the lucky one to break him in.... The boy's long coltish legs were parted as he stooped over, his perfectly formed buttocks beckoned, he was looking round at me nervously and I blew him a kiss...reassured he smiled back at me. He certainly wasn't a virgin, entry was without fuss and I felt that quiet thrill I get every time I slide up into a new partner, particularly one with a firm young body. He wasn't very experienced though, tending to over enthusiasm and I came out a couple of times but once settled with my hands guiding his hips, bending him over just the right amount...oh boy! I took my pleasure of the boy, then stood back to let another have his turn...something was going on at the other couch of course and it was the other boy's mother that was spread out, but she was blind folded - for kinky pleasure I supposed. Anyway, a youngster was busy finishing off in her as I watched, someone said it was for the second time....at that age they have heaps and heaps of stamina of course. So, pulling out, another took his place...and here was a surprise! The newcomer was no other than her son! Pretty soon it was obvious that he was really enjoying the act, his enthusiasm also infected her for she began to react to his thrusts, then her legs twined around his waist - this was a real performance, and she didn't yet realise that it was her son! Obviously this lad had similar energy reserves to the first for no sooner had he shot into his mother, he must have hardened again. She meanwhile began breathing in gasps, her teeth bared and arms outstretched as she arched her back, thrusting her hips at the boy - oh she was loving it, no question. Eventually of course the boy parted from his mother to be replaced by another.... At the end of that evenings fun and games Simon and I circulated among the other members, I still couldn't help eying off the handful of youngsters....there's lots of fun to be had with a man but these luscious young boys...well...I was getting hard again! The sex act had been great but...I've always preferred lots and lots of foreplay and, oh well, it was fun...now if I could persuade of the young fellows to meet me somewhere for a nice long session....? Simon I noticed was deep in serious conversation with Adrian, the one who had just fucked his mother...so I sought out his friend Sacha....it was easy enough, yes both boys had been having a relationship for a couple of years now...but it seemed neither minded diversifying and after this evening both seemed fairly resolved on that issue. We exhanged telephone numbers.....and after, I really wanted to undress him ... for another go, he blushed and muttered that it would probably be seen as bad manners...but if I liked, we could go outside. In the dark I pulled him close and kissed him lingeringly, both our penises were in each others hands, this was what I liked, the fondling caresses of another male's fingers on me, the boy felt wonderfully rigid...and we kissed again. "No, not in my arse...not just now please...bit sore" he said. I could guess why and it was fine by me, for carefully pacing ourselves we masturbated gently until, lovely shuddering release....and we shot all over each other! We exchanged a final kiss and as we did so, someone turned on their car headlights...oh well, that ended it! Returning home with Simon we exchanged notes "What will she do when she finds out it was with her own son??" "I got his phone number" "Don't want to lose track of those two"...and we determined to make arrangements.