I've Been Busy

No kidding, right? No, I haven't forgotten the blog, but I've been busy with life and haven't really had the time.

Easter sucked, by the way, for those of you who might have been wondering. Mike didn't make it after all, so I got no love. Then we had to go visit relatives. I guess I didn't have to go, but I went because it's a family togetherness thing. Some of my relatives... whew.

But I have big news. My sister Sheri is preggers! She hasn't visited either, so I haven't seen her in person, but in the photos she sent she was visibly showing. I don't know by whom, since she doesn't have steady relationships, my big sis. Last I knew she was living with a woman, actually, but that wouldn't stop my sister.

Sheri is the middle child in all respects; she's not the oldest or the youngest or even the youngest girl. She's the middle, but she likes to remind me that she's still older than I am. So, being the middle child, she rebelled against everything to make herself noticed. She's pretty wild. Even my family doesn't approve of some things she does.

Visiting her is always more fun than having her visit us, even though it's fun either way. But when I go to visit her, which I do every once in a while, we can really let lose the way I don't usually. We've done some crazy shit. She's a hell of a lover, too, so that's a plus right there, but she always has friends around who are pretty good themselves. There's never a shortage of excitement around my sister.

She never uses protection either. Like ever. She hasn't been on the pill since she left home. We always wonder why she isn't in more trouble than she is, but she gets regular checkups and hasn't got anything yet. And she had started to worry that she might be infertile, since to my knowledge she's never been pregnant before. Maybe she's just low-fertile or something. I don't pretend to understand it.

She is pretty careful though with whom she fucks, even though her standards are much lower than mine. But I can't really talk, since I've done stupid things too. And she isn't as into creampies as I am; she likes the taste of cum better. Maybe that explains it too. Like I said, I don't pretend to understand.

But now she's got a bun in the oven and she's been sending me pictures. I never realized how turned on I get by hot preggos. I've always been fond of shapely stomachs, and I'm not into plumpers or anything, but a glowingly pregnant sis is just too hot for words. Her breasts have always been much larger than mine, and they've really swollen up already. Damn I want her here right now so I could lick every inch of her knocked-up body. Just thinking about it is driving me crazy.

My Brother Mike

My brother Mike is coming home for Easter! He's still in college (no I won't tell you where so you can go and steal him from me because he's such a huge man-hunk) so we don't see him often during the year, and then over the summer he likes to go places. Not me, I stay at home. The outside world is frightening and confusing to my poor female brain. At least, that's what I tell him. In reality I'm much smarter than he is.

He's not bringing any friends, which is a good thing and a bad thing. It's good because it means I'll have him all to myself. It's bad because sometimes his friends can be really fun too. Ah well. I told him I'd hold out hope that he's going to surprise us and bring home his future Mrs. Mike. He said not to hold out hope.

He also said a bunch of really naughty things which got me in a tizzy. I promised him I would not stick anything up my butt until he gets here, to keep nice and tight. He even wanted me to go on a liquid diet, but that's where I'm drawing the line, Mike. Fiber makes the muscles stronger anyway.

I hope he brings presents. When he went to Japan he brought me back the cutest toys; I wonder what Customs thought at the airport. Where he'd get anything interesting where he's going to college I don't know, so he'll probably just bring himself, which is okay too.

The thing is that I won't even get him first. He and Mom will go off to the bedroom as soon as he gets through the door. I don't really begrudge her time with him, since I've had much more of him than she has, but sometimes I wish I didn't have to get sloppy seconds from my own brother and mother. If only they'd let me join in. Mom wouldn't let any anal happen while she was involved though, and she'd want him inside her first, and rules rules rules. I guess it's better off the way things are.

Mike had a beard the last time I saw him; I hope he shaved because the beard is not a look for him and it's also not as pleasant when he eats me out. But he's always been stubbly so I'm used to it anyway, I guess. Maybe I'll get lucky and one of my sisters will show up too. We haven't seen Sheri in ages; she's out gallivanting around being Sheri. Mari might show, but I think she's staying away because she's got a good relationship going and doesn't want to spring her family on her girlfriend just yet. Well, we'll see.

Easter isn't a big holiday for us; if Mike weren't coming home we'd probably go out to eat but that's about it. My parents were never religious even when they were Christian, and since they aren't any more and I've never been, Easter is only good for chocolate. I remember once my brother and I covered his cock in chocolate shell, which was funny more than it was titillating. Then we tried to stick as many chocolate eggs as we could up my pussy and topped the whole thing off with whipped cream. We were young and stupid; food and the vagina probably shouldn't mix, is my understanding anyway. But when I walked into the living room and started "laying" chocolate eggs, it got a laugh.

This year, nothing but sex. Chocolate we can have afterward.

Delightful Porn

I've been stocking up recently on galleries from Cum On Her Face (I don't pay for them of course, but there are many of them available). Bukkake (if that's really the way to spell it) and gangbangs are so fucking hot it's not even funny.

Occasionally I wish I could have a COHF Party, but I realize that I just don't have the guys. At one time in my life I probably could have scared up enough to do it, but nowadays I'm lucky to get a DP, let alone a gangbang. Plus it's more fun with other girls involved too, like they usually have in the galleries. I know the whole thing's faked but it still looks like a whale of a time.

It reminds me of the phase my brother went through when he was really turned on by cumming on me rather than in me. As I said before, Mom is all about the cum inside her, and it's considerably messier to clean up after you've been face painted, so she wouldn't let him do it at all. So he convinced me that it was sexy and good for the skin. Well, I didn't really believe it was good for the skin, but he liked it so I went along.

He would fuck me missionary so he could pull out and quickly get into position to splash my face and breasts. The first time he did it he was so excited that he splashed cum in my eye. Now I see girls doing that in porn and it's supposed to be so sexy. It really isn't for the girl. Since semen is so basic (as in the opposite of acidic) it can really burn your eyes. I, however, happen to have very acidic tears, and I guess they canceled each other out because it didn't burn me. It was just unpleasant like having something in your eye.

I guess I missed my calling as a bukkake model; guys could cum all over my face and into my eyes and it wouldn't bother me as much as some. But that's not really my cup of tea. I'd like to try it, sure, but not all the time.

What I'd really like to do is have a Cum In Her Pussy Party, where a whole bunch of guys would line up and one by one fuck my pussy and cream me. That just sounds so sexy. And even if I personally couldn't do it, I wonder if there's porn of this type available? I'd love to watch it.

Drunken Revels

Oooh boy, blogging drunk, woo hoo!

Not really that drunk, but certainly I've had a few. Today was the last day of the show so there was a cast party afterward. I steer clear of beer (oh, poetry) but there was hard alcohol to be had, and the stage manager and I cornered a bottle of bourbon between us and sat out on stage and toasted each other. He's a hotty too, that stage manager, little younger than I am, about the same age as my brother. I would never jump him though because he's perfectly happy with his girlfriend, but if that ever changes, I might try my luck. Hope he's not reading this right now.

I am not a cheap drunk, which is why I don't do it often; I just don't have the money. But it wasn't my booze so why the hell not? Then as I was shutting off the lights and getting ready to head home, Glen cornered me and told me we had to talk. I knew what he wanted to talk about and I just wasn't in the mood. I just asked him whether he'd like a goodbye kiss or not. I guess I was drunker than I am now. Or maybe I still am. I don't know; I can type pretty well.

He started talking about something, guilt or his wife or how he wanted to see me again or something, and I just put my hand over his mouth. He shut up pretty easy. It's been my experience that guys would rather have sex now than worry about later. I had his pants down around his ankles and was giving him sloppy drunken head (not my favorite, but it seemed the thing to do at the time) before he realized it. It's probably a good thing there was still a party going on downstairs because by the time I got the condom on him we were both laughing and calling each other dirty names. "Tech Whore" was my favorite; if you don't get it you're not a huge geek and you can die happy, I guess.

He must have been fairly drunk too, I guess to get his courage up for the conversation. Once he was hard and rubbered, he pulled me back up and sat me down beside the light board, lifted my skirt and started rooting around in my panties. He got under my shirt with his other hand and was manhandling my tits. Ordinarily I prefer skilled hands, but we were both a little out of it. It didn't take him long to get my shirt over my head and my panties down around one ankle, and then he tried to penetrate. He missed the first few times, and we were laughing up a storm. Finally he got in, a little abruptly, started thrusting. It was messy.

After he came, inside the condom this time, he slipped out all floppy. I didn't even cum, and he wanted me to clean him up. That's what I hate about drunken sex; it's not considerate. But if I'd been in control I wouldn't have done it differently.

Then I came home. Uncle Sam and Palmer are leaving tomorrow, which is too bad because they're a lot of fun. They let me watch them fucking, which is pretty trippy when you're drunk. Palmer's huge cock looks like it's just pressing through my uncle's ass and down and becoming Sam's penis. When he thrusts, Sam's asshole disappears and his cock bounces and he gasps. So fucking hot. Palmer didn't mind when I came up behind them and started playing around with their ball sacks, then I worked a finger into Palmer's ass and wiggled it around. He laughed at first, but then he got really intent on fucking and it didn't take him long to cum. I was expecting him to just let go in Uncle Sam's ass but Palmer pulled out and sprayed Sam's butt and lower back with thick, ropey semen, seven or eight jets of it.

Sam let me lick it off of his asshole and back and Palmer even let me clean his cock off. While I was doing that Sam, who still had a raging hard-on, turned over and pulled me down onto it. It was just what I needed, reverse cowgirl right up into the top of my pussy. Finally had that fucking O. Uncle Sam kept bouncing me on him until he finally stiffened and was about to pull out, but I leaned back, arched myself a little, and he lost it before he could. There was a lot of cum in him; I guess prostate stimulation does that. I felt full to bursting by the time he was done. Then Palmer wanted to eat the cum out of me, so I just lay back and let his tongue probe my pussy. He's not much in the way of cunnilingus, but it was enough, and with a little help from my fingers I had a nice secondary O.

Hell, it's early yet. I think I'll ask Mom and Uncle Sam if they'll let me watch them say goodbye, and maybe Dad is feeling left out too. I'm buzzed and horny. Usually I'm just horny, so I might as well take advantage.

My Favorite Day

Saturday is fast becoming my favorite day. Last Saturday was so great, and this Saturday was even better because my uncle Sam came to visit and see the play I'm doing with a few of his friends. I would have been psyched about it all week but I didn't even know he was coming until they showed up yesterday.

Sam is my father's older brother, and we don't see him that much at all, once or twice a year. His wife Derdre (pronounced DEER-dree, by the way) is such a doll, but she had to stay home because of her job, which is too bad because we love to see her too. Sam married her late in his life, as it were, and he was robbing the cradle because she's only a few years older than my oldest sister Mari. She's like a cousin more than an aunt, and we love to go shopping, have coffee, pretend we're sophisticated.

But Sam brought his friend Palmer, and when I say friend I guess I should mention that Sam is unabashedly bisexual, so he and Palmer and Derdre have an arrangement: Sam married Derdre, who's Palmer's niece I believe, something like that, and in return Palmer and Sam don't have to go behind someone's back. I'll be honest; I don't know why they bothered with a marriage since it's like all three of them are living together most of the time, but where they live, I guess it's the thing to do. Sam doesn't mind when Derdre brings home a younger man, so I guess they both get their jollies.

I had a performance on Friday so I didn't see much of the two of our guests, or anyone else in fact. When I came back it was pretty late because I stayed out trying to pick up my fuckbuddy for a little romp, but he seemed kind of stand-offish, so I let him stew. Maybe he was feeling guilty, I don't know. So come Saturday morning I was horny as the day is long and hoping that Daddy would see fit to give me an extra long session in the shower.

Uncle Sam and I haven't got a history of lovemaking largely because we don't see him often enough. I know he and my mom have been lovers, but that was before he got married to such a choice piece of tail. And Derdre is, let me tell you, tight little body, gorgeous tits, and very responsive in the sack, or so Uncle Sam has led me to believe. I didn't expect to wake up and find them all in the rec room downstairs fucking.

I found out in bits and pieces that Sam and Palmer had gone down there early to try out a few of the toys (we have some fun ones) and found my mom already trying one, so they offered to help and that was that. My mom's never been one to turn down my uncle, and since Palmer was more interested in Sam, she didn't have to worry about paying attention to two. Then my father found the three of them, my mother under Sam and Palmer behind, and didn't want to break up a good thing. They didn't expect me up, so when I walked in they almost stopped and went to have breakfast.

I wasn't having any of that. My mom looked like she needed a break, since my dad and Sam had been taking turns rotating between her mouth and pussy, so I told Sam to see to Palmer, who was getting lonely, and pulled my mom off my dad before taking her place riding him. There are few things I like better than being fucked while watching another couple, and gay sex is something I don't get to see every day. Palmer has a big old cock too, and my uncle seemed to have a little trouble taking the whole thing; it must have been clear up in his intestines by the time Palmer bottomed out.

Uncle Sam was letting Mom suck him while Palmer had his way with his rear end, but she took one look at me, bouncing on Dad's upthrust erection, and whispered something into the two's ears, and Uncle Sam got a very pleased look on his face. I wouldn't have thought it would be possible, but he and Palmer managed to crawl over to me and Dad without stopping their fucking, and then Uncle Sam pushed me down onto Dad's chest, lubed my butt up with some spit, and pressed into my anus. That early in the morning I imagine it was pretty tight, at least it felt that way. I came almost immediately, and that drove Uncle Sam over the edge too, and with one thrust he buried himself in my ass and painted my foyer.

By the time I stopped panting Dad had filled my other side too, and I guess Palmer had finished up behind Uncle Sam because he was sitting on one side watching us. Mom didn't want anything to do with dicks that had been in assholes, so I cleaned Uncle Sam, Sam cleaned Palmer, and Mom did Dad. Then we all needed breakfast. God it was good to get my ass filled with hot cum. Made me feel like a million dollars.

After breakfast Uncle Sam asked my dad, all gentlemanly-like if he would mind sharing his wife again. Dad gave Uncle Sam a look and said that it was up to his wife, but since Mom was already upstairs taking a shower, Uncle Sam decided he would just surprise her. Dad, Palmer, and I had some small talk, which might seem odd to other people since we were all sitting around the table naked. Then I reached under the table and started stroking Daddy, and pretty soon he laughed to Palmer and said that his daughter was incorrigible, and would he please excuse her.

I ducked under the table and started sucking until Dad said to me that he was sure Palmer would enjoy a show, and Palmer said that that would suit him just fine. So we adjourned to the rec room. I wasn't sure whether Palmer was interested in joining in, but his cock certainly was hard and he was stroking it as he watched me go down on my daddy. Finally he came up behind me and stuck his cock up against my ass, which was still not limbered up yet since Uncle Sam had only penetrated me once before he came. And Palmer's cock is thick too. I got a little nervous.

Dad was talking to Palmer the whole time, and said that he understood that Palmer was only interested in men's asses. Palmer said that unless Dad was volunteering, my cute little butt would have to do. Dad just laughed and said something about any port in a storm. Around about that time Palmer started pushing into my ass.

Unless you've been anally penetrated it's hard to describe the difference between a tight fit and a really tight fit. Palmer was a really tight fit. I just had to try to relax and let him it; it's like constipation, but usually much more pleasant. I know that many women (and guys too for that matter) don't like anal, and I'll admit that it's a feeling you have to get used to, but even when it's so tight you think you're going to bust open, I still love it.

For all that Dad says he's not into exhibitionism, both being watched getting head and watching his daughter get rammed really got him off, and he came in my mouth. I wasn't expecting it, because I was still concentrating on not clenching my butt, and I regret to say that some of Dad's spunk wound up somewhere else than my tummy. Ah well. He sat back to watch as Palmer slowly but surely worked his mammoth hog into my butt hole.

Palmer wasn't harsh at all, and even though I could have stood with a little more lubrication, he didn't just grab my hips and go to town. I can understand why my uncle loves him. Once he was completely inside, or at least as far in as I think I could have taken, he pulled back a little and then pushed harder, and I took even more. The tip of a cock inside your butt tickles you sometimes, and his tickled me and I couldn't stop myself from clenching. I think he was afraid he'd hurt me and pulled out completely when I screamed.

I quickly motioned him back behind me, and he slowly worked his way in again. I fought the tickle for all I was worth, but when his hairy balls smacked against my pussy lips, I couldn't help clenching again. This time he just rode it, used it as an opening and thrust. He kept the tickle up, and pretty soon I could feel it rushing through me and I had a magnificent O. I realized I was going over the top and called Dad over, and he reached down and started diddling me, then when the spasms started he worked his finger into my cunt and pressed back against my ass. It's making me moist just to think about it.

The orgasm loosened me up quite a bit, like cumming from anal always does, and Palmer was able to start gingerly fucking me. Dad had his cock in my mouth again and when he came a second time, I'm proud to say that it was straight down my throat. I managed one more weak O (I was exhausted by this point) from the rear penetration, then I collapsed with just my butt in the air and let Palmer do his business. Talk about stamina; it must be hard for Uncle Sam. Actually, later on he told me that Palmer has trouble cumming from just anal; he needs stimulation in his own ass so Uncle Sam usually finishes him off with a blow job. I wasn't about to let Palmer get away without cumming in my ass though, and finally, after I thought I was going to pass out, he did.

Even after cumming once before (or maybe more, I don't know what he'd done earlier) he still gave me four hard blasts which, in any other circumstance, would have been enough to send me over the edge too. My ass was leaking his semen until I took a shit, and let me tell you, it was the easiest shit I think I've ever taken.

Then I took a nap before work.