Letters

Just checked my email again and there was a message from Mike [with commentary and occasional name switches by yours truly].

Lexi,

Dirty, huh? Okay, I can do that. My gf and I broke up last month, she had it coming, so last night I went out to a bar with a friend, you remember [John Smith] and we picked up a coed. Thats right, 1 coed. She was plastered, John picked her out. Not anywhere near as sexy as you [He's flattering me and I love it]. Blond chick, short perky tan, real cheerleader type.

Took her back to John's apartment, she couldn't wait to get undressed. When she saw my dick she started drooling I swear [he's got a nice cock, but come on now]. Went to town on it in the livingroom, John just watched her slurping it down. She could deepthroat, sexy as hell, reminded me of you [I can deepthroat, sexy as hell, but I'm not a dumb blond coed].

I let John get some head while I went into the bedroom and just lay back on the bed and waited. In they came after a few minutes, and she hopped right up and started blowing me again. She squeaked when he put it in her, just like Mari did that one time when she was eating you out and I couldn't help myself [she forgave him after about a week]. Such a shame Mari's a lesbo, she's got a tight pussy [true about the tight]. But the squeak was so cute, her eyes got really surprised for a moment and she just squeaked like a mouse.

She couldn't concentrate on my dick with John railing her, so I grabbed her head and facefucked her [try that with me and I'll kill you Mike, you impatient bastard, but then I can give head while being fucked anyway so I guess it's not likely to come up]. She didn't choke at all, a real pro. Then I made John share, and she climbed up to straddle me. God her tits were nice, no tan line [I don't have one either, but I don't tan], probably 36D at least [he's bad with bra sizes because he doesn't buy them] and perky. You would have loved them [probably true].

She bounced away on me for a while and then John climbed up behind her. I think she was too drunk or horny or something to care when I pulled her down onto me and stopped pumping so he could start working on her ass. She got really worried for a minute, the big dumb eyes [so kind Mike] just got wide open and I could feel her squirm, but once he got past the sphincter I started pumping her again and she lost it. John told me after that he figured she wasn't a virgin but maybe wasn't ready for it. She came like a little girl [he'd know what that's like, having had his share of them], just whimpering and quivering and gasping, God it was so sexy just looking up at her, and the feeling on my dick wasn't bad either.

Eventually John pulled out and he must have cum all over her back [Mike wouldn't care, he's not scared of other guys' cum], and I helped her up, she was pretty weak, and laid her down on the bed with her cute little ass, no tanlines there either, in the air, and then I worked my way into her asshole. I have to agree with John, she didn't seem tight enough to be a virgin, but maybe she was just so out of it that she didn't panic.

After my gf cutting me off and not being around you [I guess his girlfriend wouldn't let him have her ass, which to him must have been immediate grounds for a breakup, so I wonder why they stayed together so long] I wanted an ass so bad. She was lying under me gasping each time I put it in her, and John came up and reached under her body to diddle her clit while I pounded her [he's exaggerating, I hope, since my brother has always been good in the ass, not too rough], and she finally got worked up again and was crying out by the time I felt the buildup. I just came in her ass, no warning. I guess that was rude of me [well, maybe a little].

We left her lying on the bed still panting and got some beers, and when we came back she had rolled over and was lying there spreadeagled, her eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. For a second I thought we'd killed her until she looked down at us and smiled and asked for a beer [he would think that]. We sat and talked about nothing while she leaked cum out of her ass and didn't notice, fucking hot [yes]. John wanted another go, and I think the coed wasn't sure but he just laid her back on her back on the bed and stuck it in her. He's got a jerkier technique than some, I mean jerky as in he isn't smooth, not that he's an asshole.

I watched him fuck her and drank my beer and eventually she reached up and grabbed me and started sucking me again, and I got hard pretty soon. He rolled her on top and I got behind and got into her ass again, it was pretty wide open by this time, looked like it would hurt her a little the next day [but you notice he didn't care]. John suddenly grunted and the girl gasped and started to try to say something, I guess John lost it inside her and she didn't want that. She raised up off him while he was trying to pull her down, and I popped out of the back door.

He was apologizing and she was screaming at him that he shouldn't have done it, and I was getting really worried that I wouldn't get to finish myself. But eventually she calmed down and the booze must have done something because she finally said that it was okay, that she was on the pill and just didn't want to take any chances [if that's true, she shouldn't have been drunk and she should have made them wear condoms, little slut]. And then, get this, she laughed and said that if one guy got to cum in her, the other guy should too. I figured she meant that I'd come in her ass, but she got up and kissed me and pulled me down onto the bed and said I should fill her up to the brim.

Well sis, you know me [I do] and I didn't think twice. It was pretty arousing getting to cum in this girl's pussy [like he doesn't get to do that whenever he wants AT HOME] so I got off pretty quickly, and she just lay there laughing drunk while me and John's cum dripped out of her.

We let her sleep over for that [good boys] and in the morning she and John were spooning on his bed when I woke up and looked in [why didn't you all three sleep together?]. They both woke up and John said he was going to take a shower first, the hog [his house, his rules], and the girl was holding her head and muttering something about coffee. She remembered everything, fortunately [fortunately?], and she wasn't mad. I gathered that she and John had fucked again, and there were trails of dried cum on her breasts, which just made them look better [see, my brother might be bi, you never know, he really should try it out]. She moaned when I penetrated her [quite a jump, but I guess one thing led to another] and said she was really sore, but the whining got softer and pretty soon she was leaned into the counter with one leg up on it letting me take her any way I wanted.

I was nice and didn't fuck her ass again because I figured that was where she was sorest [a gentleman to the hilt, my brother] but I got her squealing like a little girl again and then pulled her down and filled her mouth with cum. She didn't swallow [no question, she's a tramp] like you do, but it was still sexy to see it spill out over her pouting little lips and drip all over her breasts.

That dirty enough for you? It was the first time I'd had sex since I got back up to college [how could he survive?] and it won't be the last. You should come up and visit, I can lie and say you're my girlfriend from home [well, half lie] and we can paint the town red [I'd love to go, but I can't]. Hope your blog likes this letter.

Love,

Mike

Well, there you have it, my brother and a friend and a coed. It just makes me wish he were here.

Speaking of his letter, it's true that once he did sneak up behind Mari while she was eating me out and start fucking her. Well, start is wrong; he had jacked off to the point of cumming and then hunted me down and instead decided to surprise Mari by giving her interior a paint job. It was a joke, and he laughed after he pulled out, but she told him in no uncertain terms that if it happened again she would kill him. It was hard for her to sound too imposing when she said it though, because I was sucking the cum out of her pussy and diddling her clit and she was short of breath. But still, he didn't do it again, and she eventually forgave him.

Editorial Confession: My brother, though I love him to pieces, is not the greatest when it comes to writing emails, so I have cleaned up his prose slightly and inserted some needed additions, aside from my own comments. So don't blame him if something is wrong. Actually, come to think of it, do blame him, because if it's wrong it was wrong before and I just didn't fix it. Blame both of us.

I've Thought About It

Come on people, write me some questions to answer. I really want to know. I'm not an expert, but hell, I'll even answer questions about other people if you want. Want to know how large George Clooney's penis is? I don't know, but I'll make something up. I bet it's 6 inches. Prove me wrong, George, prove me wrong.

So today I'll answer another question I made up.

"Lexi, have you ever been in a porno? Why aren't you a porn star?" -Flattering in Flagstaff

I've never been in a porno. I've got pictures, obviously, and I did pose for a boyfriend who was a photography major, and for all I know that stuff made it online (have you seen me somewhere? Then that was it) but I've never done porn.

I know I should. I love porn so much, and I love sex, and sex for an audience excites me. Only a few problems with the idea. One, it's not easy. Two, it doesn't seem like it would actually be fun at all, kind of like my trip into prostitution. Three, I am not really interested in being exploited like that. Four, I don't think I'm good enough.

That last one is not a pathetic cry for help. I mean, I'm good-looking, sure, and I have acted in the past, and I do the sex thing pretty well too, if I do say so myself. But I'm not really porn-star material. It's mostly the first three reasons though, and just a lingering amount of insecurity.

I guess I could start my own little website and self-publish, but it's a hassle and one that I'm not interested in right now. So no, I'm not a porn star just trying to promote a new site. I have no site other than this one (well, I have a place I store some photos but that doesn't really count).

But maybe if you start asking me questions I won't have to waste my time making up my own and I can post some more pictures. Yes, I'm bribing you. Make them good questions and I might even make the pictures larger and/or more explicit. Remember, lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com is the address to write to.

Fisting

You probably ought to be able to guess what this is about.

Since people aren't asking questions I'm continuing to anticipate questions you might possibly have, or questions people have asked me in the past.

"Do you give or get fisted?" -Anticipatory in Albuquerque

There's a lot of debate as to what actually constitutes fisting and what is simply a lot of fingers. I don't mind a few fingers in any hole.

As far as actual fisting, where, at least in my book, someone makes a fist and places it in the vagina or anus (we'll leave out the mouth because I know some people who can put their fists in their mouths, but it's hardly erotic) I have gotten fisted, yes. From the previous post about placing various objects in my pussy or ass you might suspect I was a fisting junkie, but not really.

See, I like to keep tight. I have pretty good control over my muscles, but I still like to keep tight, and I do exercises to maintain that virgin feeling (oh, I'm only kidding, I'm never going to be as tight as a virgin, at least not as tight as me when I was a virgin because I've grown since then). The ass is harder to control and tends to get stretched out, plus taking a fist in the bum is really hard. It can be done, but it's hard.

So I've been fisted in the pussy, and it's not something I dislike, but it's not something I look for. It's like penis size; a big cock is nice, sure, but it's not a deal-breaker if it's not a mile wide. I've only been fisted by one guy; the rest were women. Guys, you probably shouldn't try it; women just seem better at it, or maybe it's just that their hands are smaller.

I've been fisted once in the ass, to see if I could do it. It was kind of painful. And it took for fucking ever to work up to. And my ass felt stretched out for a month, worse than any cock I've ever taken up the ass. It ruined my sensations for anal for a month. Not worth it to me.

I've fisted myself once, in the pussy. I had a boyfriend who was really turned on by the idea. Don't ask me, it's not my fetish. He wanted me to fist my pussy wide open and then jack off into it. I did it once for him. He said it looked amazing. He took pictures, and I have to admit, it was kind of amazing-looking, my cunt spread that wide. He wanted to do it again, but this time for me to stay with my legs spread, my hips up on a cushion, and have him just jack off into my chasm over and over again. It was a bit of a turn-on, but we never did it; I just kept putting it off, because it seemed like it would really stretch me out. Then we broke up. So I only fisted myself once.

I've fisted several other girls, and one guy. My hands are pretty large, so I've actually had girls ask me to do it only to stop me before I got inside because they just couldn't take it. I can respect that. Most of the time it's just because girls want to try it; it's not a big thing for a lot of them, in my experience. I've been first fister to a number of gals, and maybe they should have chosen someone with smaller hands. Once we had blood. That was a mess. Fortunately it wasn't serious.

With the guy, he was a lot older than I was and he wanted a rimjob. Not my favorite thing in the world, licking ass, but we took a shower together first and washed out really well. His ass was open; it was the first time I'd ever seen an asshole like that on a guy. I could actually run my tongue inside him without doing anything. I started fingering, then he wanted me to fist him, so I thought, what the hell, live it up, and worked my fist into him. It wasn't the first time I'd ever fisted an ass (actually, my sister and I did each other to see what it was like) but it was different all the same. It's really an interesting experience, and while I'm not volunteering to be on the receiving end, if you ever get the chance, guy or gal, to fist an ass, take it (clean up first though).

When I pulled out of him he stayed almost wide enough that it looked like I'd just gone invisible. We were still in the bathroom and he wanted me to shit into his ass like a toilet. That's where I drew the line. He couldn't believe I wouldn't do that, and I said fine and left. I have limits, and I strongly believe that you shouldn't do something you really don't want to do just to make someone else marginally happy. Well, maybe for family, but not with sex.

So there it is, the fisting question answered. Summary: I don't receive, but I'll give if you want.

About Damn Time

So I finally got an email from my brother. It was just the "Dear Lexi, how are you, I am fine," kind of email. I've written him back telling him that he needs to write something a little more dirty next time, because maybe I'll post it on my blog. I don't know how he'll take that.

But it just made me miss him more. There are a lot of things we do together that I don't do with anyone else, and I miss that.

One of those things is domination/submission. I mean, we're not into bondage or pleasure/pain or anything extreme, and we don't have any safe words. But I sometimes want to be a little submissive. It comes out when I'm with my Dad too; he's my big strong Daddy and I'm his little girl. But we wouldn't be comfortable with him ordering me around or treating me poorly; that's not what our relationship works on.

But my brother and I do that sometimes. Like how he went for a long time demanding that I drop whatever I was doing and run up to finish him off, basically whenever he wanted. It was partially spoiling him (we all would drop what we were doing for him if he asked) but between the two of us it was more than that.

Like the summer where he swore he wasn't going to cum anywhere but in my ass. It was a few summers after we discovered anal, and we'd gotten really good at it. He didn't really need much lube starting cold, and if he got my motor running beforehand he could just lube himself up with my juices or spit. God we were good together.

So that whole summer I would be doing something else, minding my own business, and he'd come into the room, no matter who was there (well, okay, not really, but it seemed like it sometimes) and goose me. And I mean really goose me, with a finger covered in lube, just straight up my butthole. After the first few times I got the idea and I would immediately get on my hands and knees and let him fuck my ass. Since we were usually naked it wasn't too hard, but sometimes I'd have clothes on and have to pull down my pants or shorts or just my panties.

He liked to do it when other people were around, my sisters or parents. Sometimes the sight of his kids rutting like dogs in heat would give my father a hardon, and if he was alone with us I'd suck it for him, or if one of the other gals in the family was around she'd do it. There are few things as arousing as being fucked in the ass (expertly I might add) while watching your sister or mother's cute butt as they suck your father. Once or twice it devolved into a family hoedown.

But anyway, the point of the story was not the fun of family love, but rather that my brother and I started to get off on him ordering me around, making me do things for him. He wanted me to hold his cum in my ass the whole day, so we got a buttplug, corked me up tight, and he would stop by the bank every so often to make a deposit, then cork me back up again. By the end of the day he'd filled my colon with spunk, and then we went to the bathroom, pulled out the cork, and he watched his seed drool from my reddened ass into the toilet. It was the closest I've ever come to scat.

Or he would ask me to go to school with a dildo in my pussy, inside my panties, and keep it there all day, just sitting in class with a big rubber cock up me. Or a vibe, turned down low. Or a golf ball once. And then when I got home he would take me upstairs and make me describe what it was like, and then we'd make love. God, the orgasms I had after carrying a surprise around all day were mammoth.

Once, I remember we took some marbles and tried to see how many I could fit inside my pussy and still walk around, and then he made me put on clothes and take a walk around town. Like nothing was strange, just him and me walking around together. I must have looked like I was about to piss my pants. I dropped a few, I just couldn't hold them all in, and he made me pick them up and put them back.

So that's another reason to miss him. Because I sometimes want a little domination. Nothing extreme, nothing nasty, but we all like to be dominated a little sometimes, I guess. Sheri dominates everyone, so that's probably where Mike goes to be submissive.

Tradition

So now I thought I'd get philosophical and talk about Kant. No, just kidding, I'll get philosophical and talk about cunt.

Okay, joking aside, there's a question that many people don't ask me (because I don't know that they think the answer will be sexy) but I'm sure a lot of people wonder about nonetheless.

"So Lexi, do you think you will continue with family tradition and have incestuous sex with your own children?" - A Vast Silent Mass of Wonder

Part of the reason I'm glad so few people ask this question is that it's kind of difficult to answer. First of all, I make "family tradition" seem like it's gone back for generations, way back to the founders of the family. The truth is that it's a newer thing than that.

See, my dad's parents were killed when the kids were young (he's got the one older brother, Sam and one younger sister, my Aunt Jenny) and they weren't really raised by anyone. My great grandma helped a bit, but Sam basically became de facto head of the house. I think he was about 16 at the time. So lots of stuff which probably wouldn't have gone on otherwise did. Sam took to the bottle pretty hard (he kicked it later, thank goodness) and Jenny was around and one thing led to another. I don't know how willing she was, but I assume from talking about it that she wasn't a virgin at that point, despite her being only 10. My dad and his sibs don't talk about that period much, but they came out of it okay, and with a lot of interest in physical love between family members, because they credit that with getting them through tough times.

My mom, on the other hand, is an only child. She's a bit younger than my dad, as I may have mentioned. And her side of the family was extremely closeted about sex. They never discussed it. But her father raped her repeatedly, starting when she was 5 or 6. That's why we don't communicate with her side of the family. I mean, her father (I hesitate to call him my grandfather because I've never met him, and if I did I'm not sure what I'd do) was brutal; he beat her into submission over and over again and raped her; there's no other way to say it. I get the impression that the rape is why she's not terribly sexually adventurous, and who can blame her really?

When she got pregnant the first time her parents kicked her out of the house; her mother thought she was a little slut and her father was only interested in raping her. She managed to weedle her way back into the house, since she was only 15 and didn't have anywhere else to go, but her father took it out of her in beatings and rape. She miscarried from the abuse, then got knocked up again, and that time she couldn't go back. I guess something inside her snapped. She was 17 and pregnant by her abusive father, so there wasn't a whole lot for her to do. She had the abortion.

My parents met later on, and I won't bore you with that story, but suffice to say that he loved her no matter what her past was like, and she loved him even when she found out that he and Jenny were still sleeping together. They found each other, and it made them whole, and it was all wonderful lovey-dovey stuff. Don't ever get them started talking about it, is my advice, unless you want to hear hours of it.

Anyway, out of that spectrum of sex, my parents decided that incest should be an instrument of family togetherness, and that the only way to deal with sex was openly and honestly. I think they wanted us to have it better than they had. I don't know whether they came up with the idea before they had kids or after. I know they decided that we had to be ready for it, and not too young. So that's why they waited until the girls' first periods and with Mike... well, I guess they just waited until he was ready.

So that's the long way of saying that it's not really a tradition, it's just beginning. As to the actual question, there are a few other factors. One, of course, is that I'm not sure I'd ever want to have kids. I know, everyone says that. It's still a possibility; maybe I never will and it will never come up. I'm pretty sure that my oldest sister will never have kids unless they change some laws. And Sheri... well, she might not be able to have kids no matter how much she wants them.

But supposing I do meet the man I want to bear children for, it would still depend on him. I mean, I'm not going behind the father's back about this kind of thing. Just like I wouldn't cheat on him. I should probably say husband, because I'd get married. I'm not that new-fangled. But anyone I would marry, let alone have kids with, would have to be pretty clued into who I am, and would have to accept the fact that my family and I love each other and we will continue to do so. Hell, he'd probably have to fuck my mom or something; I don't know if my parents have that planned, because it hasn't come up yet. So I would assume that my husband and father of my children would probably be cool with the idea of incest. If he didn't want to do it with our kids, I guess I could respect that, but I don't think that's likely.

Basically I'm skirting the real question, which is a question for me. Would I keep up tradition, and how would I do it? Like I said, I'm not cool with rape, young, old, or otherwise. So while I would probably introduce any child or children I had to sex at a young age, so they had plenty of time to play around with it (that's what kids do to learn, they play), I probably would follow my parents' example and not get involved in that play until they were old enough. And then, depending on the sex of the offspring, either I would do the honors or her father would. So I guess yes, I would continue the tradition. I think it's a great tradition.

My parents didn't want us popping our cherries before we were ready, but I don't know about that. I mean, suppose I have a daughter and we teach her about sex, and she invites a little friend over and they try it out. There's something wonderful about the idea that her father would be the first guy to be inside her, but at the same time, like I said, play is important. Likewise, if my son, young as he is, fools around with someone his own or nearly his own age before I get a crack at him, I think that's probably fine. You have to teach safe play, but in the end, that's what play is for.

Actually, as long as I'm dreaming about things, let me line up my dream a little. Suppose my Daddy gets my pregnant. I don't know if he'd do it, but just suppose that I want a baby and I convince him to knock me up. And then suppose its twins, a boy and a girl.

First off, I know my dad will want to have a crack at any daughter of mine; as I said, he's not really a pedophile but I know he likes young ladies. Imagine if it was his daughter too. He'd get to be her first, just like her mother. But with twins, it would be even better, because they could be each other's first. How sexy a thought is that, my two twin kids making love for the first time while their proud parents watch and give pointers. Maybe even join in after they've had some time together.

Now that's a daydream worth dreaming. I wish Dad were still up so I could fantasize a little more concretely. Hell, the fantasy would work with my brother too. Or maybe I'd have one with Dad and one with Mike. The girl first, then the boy. Then he and his father could double-team his older sister while... okay, wait, the family connections are getting a little hazy for me.

It will never happen, of course, but that's why it's a fantasy. The reality is that my kids will be like me, except unlike my mom I'll be perfectly happy to show my little girls how to play for both teams.

Cumstains

I realized a while ago that I enjoyed having sex while still fully or partially clothed. I mean, I really love wearing sexy lingerie to turn a guy on. I have some very nice underwear that I enjoy taking out every once in a while for a special occasion; it's really the major clothing vanity I have. When I'm at work, I wear utility clothes, and at home I wear nothing, so sexy panties are my release for all my pent-up girliness.

But I also enjoy just pulling down my panties (if I'm wearing any) and fucking with a guy just pushing my skirt up. I think it's like fucking in public, which is something that really turns me on, so that's probably why I like it. My brother and I have done a lot of the former and some of the latter (and I also wear sexy lingerie for him too).

I just came to the realization not too long ago that I was avoiding having sex in clothes. I didn't have as many opportunities, since I was mostly making love with Dad at home naked, but I was avoiding sex in clothes when I could have it. Not to say that I never did it, but I would go out of my way to avoid it. And I realized that it was stupid, because the only reason I was doing it was because I didn't want to have to worry about cleanup.

My school uniform (Catholic school, with all those cute dresses and jumpers and so on) had some very noticeable stains in the rear. As I said, my brother used to ambush me right as I got in the door, and while he always came inside me, oftentimes it would still get on my clothes. Plus he wasn't the only guy I was doing when I was in school; I've had my share (and probably someone else's share too) of sloppy quickies behind buildings. And while I didn't really care at that time, since it didn't matter to me that there were some odd-looking stains on my dress for school (I viewed it as an advertisement, truth be told) once I got older the cleanup became more and more annoying to me, to the point where it was affecting my sex life.

That's just sad. So I've resolved to be a little more wanton when it comes to sex in clothes, because I really do enjoy it. And if my blue dress picks up a stain or two (confession time: I have no blue dress, I'm just making a bad joke), so what?

There is one other thing I do think about though, and that's what underthings to wear if I expect sex. For one, it's just easier to wear no panties at all, because while the thrill of pulling down my panties gets some guys (my brother definitely) really worked up, some guys also (here I'm not thinking of my brother) will just try to rip them off. And guys, that's painful and unnecessary, most of the time. Plus then I have to buy another pair, and that's annoying. Sometimes, in the heat of the moment, if I'm wearing some expendable panties, it can be fun, but since I wear bikini cuts most of the time, they're harder to rip. I remember once I was wearing an actual string bikini because we'd been at the beach, and once we got through the door my date for the evening just yanked and gave me a horrible rope burn on my hips. But she was a girl, so it's not just the guys. And I let her make it up to me.

The bra is less important, unless I expect the clothes to eventually get removed after the first up-against-the-wall fuck. In that case, again, guys, don't try to tear the bra off a gal. If you're having trouble, I'm sure at that point she'd be more than happy to give you a hand. I've never had anyone successfully tear my bra off, although one or two guys when I was much younger looked like they were about ready to before I stopped them and took it off myself.

But yes, I do wear underwear most of the time. I even frequently wear underwear around the house, because if you aren't careful gals, the dreaded sag will set in, and a bra without panties is just silly. My mom, being a child of the hippy age, found this out the hard way, although hers are not terribly saggy. I know my sister Sheri worries about it a lot more than I do because her breasts are much larger than mine, but I like mine to stay perky just the same.

People Assume

I don't get a lot of mail (my email address is lexinaughtygirly AT gmail.com if you want to write me) but I get the impression that people, once they hear about my family, assume certain things. Plus I read a fair number of stories that people tell about sex, specifically incest or young sex, and see some things that just aren't like me at all. So I thought I'd clear a few things up. It's really much less exciting than me talking about my latest lay, but you don't have to read it; you can just wait and I'll talk about something more titillating eventually I'm sure.

First off, my parents aren't pedophiles, at least not in the strictest definition. I mean, my Dad obviously gets off on fucking younger women (my Mom is younger than him too), and I'm pretty sure he's not at all turned off by preteen girls, since he's had at least three of them. In fact, I think he's had more than three, but I don't know. So how can I say he's not a pedophile? Well, maybe I can't, but he's not one of those guys who only likes young girls, and once they reach a certain age he drops them like a hot iron. He still makes love with all of his daughters (even Mari on occasion) and his wife, and we've long outgrown the little girl stage. If he was only doing it for appearances... well, that's ridiculous to even think about, since he's certainly pleased as punch to service any of us.

I do think my parents believe that arbitrary age limits for sexual activity are wrong; turning 18 doesn't magically make you an adult, any more than turning 21 magically makes your body impervious to alcohol. So yes, I and my siblings lost our virginities very young by some people's standards.

Which raises another point: my parents never gave me or my brother and sisters alcohol when we were underage, ever. Not once. My parents aren't even big drinkers; my dad has a beer every so often, and my mom enjoys a drink at parties now and then, but they certainly never gave us booze to "loosen us up."

I've read a lot of stories about older guys giving young girls alcohol as a prelude to sex, and they always try to justify it, but in the end, you really shouldn't. If a girl (or boy for that matter) is really interested in sex, then they don't need to get drunk to do it. If they aren't really interested, then you're raping them. In fact, I don't care what age you are; if you fuck someone who doesn't want to, that's rape. It should be wrong whether you're eight or eighty.

So I was not buzzed when I lost my virginity. Maybe it would have been less painful at the start (I've heard suggestions that say otherwise) but it hurt for a few seconds, that's all. And I wanted it. I don't care if people think that a child can't understand and therefore can't make that decision. I wanted to make love with my Daddy. Hell, I wanted to make love with my brother and sisters too. Even my mom, if she'd been willing. I was a horny little girl.

I don't know what would have happened if I hadn't wanted it. If I'd said I was too scared, or something like that, or some other reason. I just don't know, because like I said, I wanted it and I've never regretted it. I'd like to think that if I'd said no, it wouldn't have happened. My father loves me, and I'm sure he would never force himself on me. Sure, there was a bias in my mind, being introduced to sex at an early age and seeing my two older sisters do it before me. So what? I don't think there's anything wrong with teaching children that sex isn't some taboo thing. Teach them to be safe and have fun, just like everything else they do.

It's always seemed to me to be like potty training: eventually you've got to learn. A grown adult can't go around wearing diapers all his life, so eventually he has to learn about going to the bathroom, even if some people might think that bodily functions are disgusting and wrong. Likewise, most adults, hell, most kids, will have sex at some point, and teaching them about it is responsible, even if some people think it isn't. And if you teach a child that going to the bathroom is disgusting and wrong, you're going to mess up his brain. Same thing with sex: it's natural, so do it. Don't shit on the floor, and don't fuck a crackhead, but be safe and have fun (well, in the case of potty training, I don't know about having fun, but some people certainly seem to enjoy it).

So I'm not a scarred victim. I'm not unnatural. Sure, I have a little bit more sex than most people, but a lot of it is in the family, so if everyone started doing that, I bet they'd catch up pretty quickly. I just want to make it perfectly clear that my parents love their kids in all ways, not just physically. If I weren't living at home, I'm sure my parents would go back to whatever it was they were doing before we all got here. As it is, my dad and I make love, and we do it out of love and a desire for some physical pleasure too. It's no different than masturbation, really; we're just getting off sometimes too.

Virtual Reality

I was looking at porn (big shock there I'm sure) and saw a chick using a force-feedback controller as a vibrator. And I thought to myself, well there's an interesting idea.

Does anyone out there in reader land know of any practical application to this? Like a Playstation (or whatever system has the force-feedback controllers) game which has sex in it? I can't believe there would be, but there should be. Or they should sell USB vibrators that plug into your computer and let you play games like that. Heck, sell a vibrating sex doll for the guys too.

It would be fabulous. And you could link it together for chat room purposes and make cyber a whole lot more exciting. Why isn't there something like this? Or if there is, why haven't I heard about it yet? Tell me!

The Even Better Thing

Like I said, multiple clandestine basement fucks was not the best thing about the weekend. It could easily have been, but it wasn't.

Of course, after strike, there's a party, and Sunday was no exception. Again, the best thing about those parties is the free booze, since I'm not a cheap drunk. But let me tell you, some people are.

So the party was pretty small, because many people had left, but it was still fun. We played charades for about as long as I could stand, and then people were setting up for some other game. Remember the really hot older actress I talked about earlier. Let's call her Kate for the heck of it, because I've always liked the name Kate. Well, Kate and I had been sitting together for practically the entire evening. She was dressed much more conservatively, which is too bad because like I said, she was very easy on the eye. And her family wasn't there, which was nice because... well, because of what's coming up in the story, actually.

So we were sitting and drinking, me putting away quite a lot of tequila because I was the only one at the party who wanted to drink it, and giving Kate the occasional swig from the bottle because after she had two gin and tonics she wasn't too picky. And she starts whispering things in my ear, really suggestive things, about one of the men there. I mean, she was very imaginative. And I would whisper back, but mostly about how men were overrated (I don't really feel that way, but this guy was overrated).

And she turned to me and looked me in the eye and asked me if I really felt that way, and I said, "Yeah, about that man anyway." She giggled. God, I cannot believe she's the mother of two; it really doesn't show at all. Anywhere.

Eventually we got up, so we could talk more privately about men and how we felt about them. She told me all kinds of things about her husband, and I in turn blabbed about a few people whom I was sure she didn't know. I wasn't particularly drunk, but she was plastered. And then she kissed me. Just like that, really, I didn't make any moves, it didn't slowly edge toward it. She just started sucking my face.

I wasn't going to argue, but it seemed like a little too public for that kind of thing, so I suggested we find a more secluded spot, although not in those words. Eventually we wound up in the hallway up to the balcony; all the lights were off in the theater and there was just a glow of ambient light from the windows. She was naked almost immediately, and I followed suit, and then we just dropped to the floor in a tangle. She could kiss, let me tell you.

While our tongues played full contact her hands were busy feeling me up, just reaching around my body and up into the arch of my legs and stroking. I didn't dive right into her snatch, because I wanted to feel her perfect breasts. The aureole was a little larger and puffier than is my preference, but her breasts were all-natural, no sign of sag or age. Her skin was very dry and hot, and pressed against mine it made me feel like an oven.

Pretty soon she worked one finger into my passage (which was already nicely lubricated from my earlier encounter with James), then two. I tweaked her nipples fiercely with one hand while I clutched her ass with the other. Finally she broke her kiss and started licking her way down my neck, across my breasts, down my stomach, and then she flipped me onto my back, pulled apart my legs, and without too much ado dove right into my cunny.

She had unpracticed technique, which I guess meant that she was not new to it but didn't have many opportunities, what with being married with kids. But she was no slouch. When she sucked on my clit, hard, then dove two fingers into my passage and curled them, I began a shuddering climax, biting my lip to keep from screaming. It was short but intense, and I almost gave in to my tired body and didn't return the favor. But I had to see her pussy; I'd seen the rest of her and I wanted to know if it looked any different because of the childbirth.

I can't answer my own question though, because I never saw it before she had kids, but it didn't seem different. It was just as moist and tasty as it looked, and I spread her legs wide so I could probe my tongue into it. She was breathing heavily, lying still above my head, as I dove into her honey pot again and again, tasting her sweet nectar, feeling it ooze from her aroused pussy. I got my fingers into her, then started gently tonguing her clit while I felt deep with the tips of my fingers, trying to find her cervix. It's not something I ordinarily do, but I wanted to see if she'd gotten deeper because of childbirth. Well, either she hadn't or she had a very shallow pussy to begin with, because I found her inner dimple without much effort.

I nudged it and she gasped and her butt came off the carpet. I was afraid she didn't like it until she panted, "Do it again," so I pressed a little more firmly, making her squirm. She was dripping wet and I ran my tongue over her opening before returning to lapping at her clit. Eventually I got her used to the constant pressure of my finger on her cervix and started sucking her clit and rhythmically pressing her inner spaces in time, and she exploded. She made no effort to keep from making noise, and I worried in the back of my mind that someone would hear.

I like to flatter myself that my technique is pretty good, and I certainly made her happy. I had her crying my name for ten minutes at least, and there was a puddle of juice on the carpet by the time she relaxed. I spiraled my way out of her, then leaned down and sucked the last drops from her pink lips.

After that she looked at her watch and said that she had work the next day and really needed to get to sleep. I just gave her a little kiss. Then she said something which shocked me.

"You want to get together for some real fun at my house soon?"

"What about your husband and kids?"

"Let me worry about them." And then she pulled on her clothes and left me sitting naked in the hallway in the dark, turning this over in my mind.

I don't mind telling you that it's a tempting offer. Like I said, I don't really condone homewrecking, which is certainly what it seems like I'd be doing. But on the other hand, she's hot and I don't have a gal to treat me right, what with my sisters gone and my mother not interested. Who knows, maybe she and her husband have an arrangement. Maybe he'll join in. I wouldn't mind that at all.

We'll see what happens.

In the Basement

Whew, that takes the edge off. It was Dad just waking up, and if I were a better daughter and didn't want to sit here blogging, I would have woken him up with a kiss, or something similar. As it is, he was awake and just heading into the shower, so I joined him. For a change he lay in the tub, just letting the water fall all over him, and I mounted him and rode him for a few minutes. Neither of us was satisfied with that though, so since he's eventually got to go to work, he shooed me off of him and we finished doggystyle on our hands and knees. Then I left and let him shower. I've still got cum dripping out of me.

But we weren't talking about that. I have to confess, after the makeout session with James (on the evening in question from the last post) I was really looking forward to going farther with him at the next opportunity. He came down at the end of the show, and I was all set to start again but he said he had to go because of his curfew. I asked him again not to tell anyone about us, and he looked like the cat that swallowed the canary and said he wouldn't. And I knew he wouldn't, at least not until he'd had some more, because he didn't want to mess it up before then.

So I went home and no one was awake and I was pissed and horny and tired and the last one won out over the other two and I fell asleep. The next night was the next to last performance, so if I was going to do something, it sort of had to be then. So as soon as James walked in (I'm always there early because that's the way I am) I took him aside and told him that the second he was done with preshow, he should come down to the basement. Since preshow usually has to be done before the audience arrives, and that's at least an hour before the play starts, and even then there's nothing for tech to do until the end of the first scene, I figured we had a good two hours if he hurried. And he did hurry. I think if people really wanted to motivate their employees, they'd offer sex to the people who finish quickly. The job, I mean, not the sex.

So he almost followed me down the stairs to the basement and we pulled some cushions into a corner and started kissing again. He really seemed to enjoy just kissing me and feeling my body with his hands. He was a lot more adventurous than the last time. His hands were on my butt almost immediately and he squeezed it. I wonder if he got some pointers from more experienced friends, or whether he was more experienced than he seemed and it had been the nerves the night before.

I let him take my shirt off and discover I wasn't wearing a bra that evening, and then I guided his head down to my breasts and let him kiss them, gingerly at first and then with more enthusiasm. He liked suckling on my nipples (and I couldn't help but feel the pregnant-fetish portion of my brain respond to that), but after a few minutes, I stopped him because I didn't want him to get too focused on anything other than the main event, so to speak.

Then I let him pull my pants down, raising my buttocks into the air so he could pull them all the way off. He stared at my panties until I laughed and told him to get on with it, and wiggled my ass as an invitation. He took the hint and pulled the panties quickly off. I was lying there in nothing but shoes and socks on a couple of cushions in the basement, and this teenager was sitting over me and staring like I was the best thing in the world. Yes, it made me feel good, I'll admit it.

He finally put a hand on my pussy like it was the most delicate thing on earth. I put a hand on his hand and showed him what I wanted. He must have felt up some girls before, or he was just a natural, because he got into the flow, and when I told him to stick a finger in me, he didn't even hesitate. His finger was gentle, too gentle really, but he didn't know what he was doing really, so I let him fool around for a few minutes until the fire built inside me and I wanted something more.

"Take off your clothes too, and come down here with me," I said, more commanding than I meant, but I just couldn't wait. He was really shy about that, taking his shirt slowly off and then hesitating and blushing. He wasn't in fabulous shape, not fat but not stacked, but really, I'm not terribly picky about physique on guys. I smiled and encouraged him, and he finally dropped his pants too, showing off his tighty-whiteys. I had to stop myself from laughing; it was too cute. Finally I had to sit up and reach over and pull those down myself, since he looked like he was about ready to cry.

His cock was worth the wait. Not Long Dong Silver, certainly, but then who wants that. It was very yummy-looking, and if I hadn't wanted him to last so bad and had had more time, I would have sucked it to make sure. As it was, he seemed to regain his composure once he say me staring at his member with hunger. I guess that's a pride thing too.

I pulled out one of the condoms I'd brought in my purse and slipped in on him, and at my first touch he shook and gripped his hands, and I was afraid he would go off right then. But he didn't.

I don't have sex with too many virgins, at least ones who admit it, but I've fucked quite a few people who were less experienced than I was, and often I like to ride them the first time because I can make sure it doesn't suck that way. The sex, I mean; if they want to suck, then I'm right there with them on that. But in this case it seemed best if he got to be in control, even if I had to help him along. I lay back again and told him to get in between my legs, less to instruct him (he should have known that much) and more to keep him moving.

Once he was above me, looking down nervously at his cock and my pussy in succession, I reeled him down into a kiss, just pulling him down to lie on me, body to body. We kissed like that for a while, and I kept it up until I felt the panic leave him, then I released him and said, "So put it in me big guy." He got up on his knees again, and with my help positioned himself at the entrance, then clumsily thrust and popped out. He had to have been a virgin, at least with sex. Maybe he'd felt up a girl before, maybe even oral, but he had no clue what to do with sex.

I helped him try again, lifting my hips a little to give him a better shot. "Go slowly, take it slow," I suggested, and he went a little more slowly and finally entered me. It was nice, even without skill, just the electricity of having a cock in my cunt and being his first, or at least I assumed. He seemed to really enjoy it, and I had to hold him back to keep him from thrusting so wildly that he popped out again. Well, he did pop out a few times, but each time he went back in more easily, and finally I guided him to a slow but enthusiastic pace.

He didn't last long, and he didn't give me much warning, just collapsed and came. I let him lie on me for a few minutes and bask in the afterglow, then he sat up and looked pleased as punch. "Did you cum?" he asked. Why is it that that's always the first question?

"No, but that's okay," I said. "I just wanted to feel you inside me."

"Can we... do it again?" he asked. Why is that not always the second question? I think I'd be much happier if, upon learning I hadn't cum, all guys wanted to do it again. Not that I think he was really concerned about me. But seconds is always nice.

I looked at my watch and saw that we still had nearly an hour to kill before anything needed to be done. "Okay, hun," I said, and his face lit up. I swear, his cock even started to grow again. No rest period for him, no sir.

I lay him back and pulled the condom off him, then licked up the mess that oozed out. I swear, he must have cum a quarter cup. I lapped it up, and just that attention brought the blood rushing into his penis. Then I started sucking his half-staff, loving the little grunts he made. He pulled my head roughly down onto his crotch and I felt him stick into the back of my throat. Didn't bother me much, but I wanted to teach him that not all women can deepthroat, so I pulled off him and gently took his hand and put it back at his side. We don't need help, okay guys. If we want you to fuck our throats, we'll ask. You don't have to hold our heads.

Soon enough he was back to form, and since we still had a lot of time to kill I let him feel me up some more. I didn't ask him to eat me out, nor did he offer; we just lay side by side and kissed and he fingered me inexpertly but still pleasantly. I built up closer, and I got my own hand between my legs and tickled my clit until I came. He felt it and broke away from the kiss, and I just gasped for him to get back down there, hard. He finally got a little harder toward the end of my O; guess he finally figured out that he wouldn't break me.

Once I stopped breathing so hard I rolled over to my stomach and then got up on my hands and knees. "Do you know how to put on a condom?" I asked him. He said he did, so I grabbed another from my purse without moving from my position and handed it to him. I watched him put it on his hard cock, then I said, "Now get back there," and slapped my ass playfully.

This time he had no trouble getting into me, and since I was still coming down from my mini-orgasm it felt so good in there. He was a quick learner, started thrusting at me with the same careful pace, but this time his thrusts pressed down into my front wall and made me feel a lot better. Maybe the first time I fuck someone should always been doggy style? I don't know.

His hands were pretty unimaginative, just stayed on my hips and ass and held me steady while he pressed into me. I collapsed onto my chest with just my butt sticking into the air and started diddling my clit again, and the combination of the two pressures built into a very satisfactory O, thank you kindly. He felt that one on his cock and had the sense to keep thrusting without stopping. Then, a minute or so later, he stiffened and gasped and I felt tiny twitches as he came into the condom.

He pulled out and I crawled around to clean him up again. There was less spunk that time, but it was just as tasty. Hell, he started to get hard again while I was cleaning him off. I guess I inspire super-human feats of sexuality. But by that time, it was getting close to cue time, so we cleaned ourselves up, put clothes back on, and kissed goodbye.

Then, after intermission, he came down again. He was noticeably hard and I wondered what everyone up on deck who'd seen him was thinking. But I just smiled and pulled my pants and panties down to my shoes, sat him down on a chair, pulled his pants and underwear off too, got another condom (good thing I brought more than I thought I'd need) on him, and sat my butt down on him until his cock was as deep as I could get it, then bounced there with him holding my hips until I heard him groan and grip me tight. I wish I could have felt his sperm jetting up into me, or down into me from earlier, but the condom is my policy, and really more for him than me.

It hadn't taken five minutes that time, and I cleaned him off and we sat and just looked at one another. Finally he broke out in nervous chatter, about how he had never done it before like that (or like anything, if you ask me, but he didn't admit that) and how he really thought I was pretty and would I... and I cut him off and said that I was just having fun, and if he wanted more than that, I couldn't give it to him because it just wouldn't work out.

We talked about that, and I think it deflated him to realize that he wouldn't be able to show me off to his friends or have on-call sex round the clock, or whatever. But I told him that I would gladly have more fun with him whenever we were able to, which, to you guys who don't know, is code for whenever I feel like it. That perked him up a little, and he asked me if we could do it again the next day, and I took pity on him and said sure, why not, but it had to stop for a while after that because I didn't want either of us to get in trouble.

Then the next day was the Sunday matinee, and we had one quickie in the basement (he wanted to fuck me from behind again, and I spoiled him), and then there was too much to do with strike and all that. It reminded me of my brother, actually, made me feel like I was back to being a teenager again and sneaking off with Mike to make love in all sorts of wild places. Or many of the other guys I fucked in high school. So it was fun. And maybe it will get him to come back to the theater and work here again, which would be good because we always need help. And maybe I'll have some fun with him again. He wasn't a bad kid, or a bad lay, and with some pointers and experience I'm sure he could be very satisfying.

But that's not the best part. The best part is, as it usually is, after strike during the party. And I've got to cut this off here because it is getting very long. Soon, my pretties.

I Haven't Been Arrested or Fired

In case you were worried. I've just been unable to come to the computer to tell everyone about all the excitement this weekend. Where to begin?

Okay, well, for starters, I solved my problem with being in the basement waiting are really desperately needing to give myself a little tickle. I locked the door.

No, only kidding. If I locked the door they'd definitely think something was up, and since I don't think that door has a lock, it's a moot point anyway. I just tried to be a little more careful, in case another random visitor showed up while I was in flagrante with myself.

My first random visitor, though, was a little trickier. I'm sure I probably should have just left it alone, assumed that he would just be too embarrassed to mention it, or something like that. Nine times out of ten, if you just leave things alone, they go away. But I get worried and don't leave them alone.

So I asked him if I could talk with him. He seemed pretty nervous about it, but I just asked him politely, and he finally I guess couldn't stand it either and said okay. I'll give him a name, so I can stop talking about him like a potted plant. His name, for the purposes of this discussion, will be James.

We went down to the basement (I figured it was the best place to avoid people, since I didn't really want people eavesdropping on the conversation, as gossip spreads like mad in the incestuous world of regional theatre), and I sat him down and just asked him point blank if he was planning on telling anyone about what he'd seen. He hemmed and hawed and I kicked myself inwardly because in all likelihood he was more embarrassed about it than I was and would no more tell anyone about it than tell them he wanted to join me. But I guess he might have let it blurt out sometime.

He finally said no, not in so many words. So I said that was good, and that I appreciated his confidence. James is a good kid, not a braggart or a jerk, and even if he's a little shy, so what? Would you really want to tell anyone if you'd walked in on someone masturbating on the job? Okay, don't answer that; I would too. But James is a good kid. So I just sat down too and we tried to make small talk. He was really uncomfortable though, so finally I just said thanks again and he got up and left. To tell you the truth, I was expecting a little more.

The first night I stayed good, didn't do anything but read my book and occasionally scratch my ass a little more firmly than maybe was necessary. I sat facing the door so I'd know if anyone was coming. The next night, though, I had been wound up to a fever pitch. See, there's a gal in the play I was doing who is drop-dead. She's older, has two kids, must be almost forty, but she doesn't look it at all. She is stone cold sexy, thin, tanned, dirty blonde hair, can't weigh more than 100 pounds dripping wet. And in the play she spends most of her time dressed in almost nothing. And I'd never seen the play, being downstairs most of the time. But that night she was roaming around in her costume before the show, and damn did it get me ready to go.

So I couldn't stop myself. I found an out-of-the-way corner in the basement and I sat there with my pants and panties down around my ankles and I played with myself. I'm such a fucking nympho, I swear.

And then I heard it: soft footsteps coming down the stairs. I pulled myself mostly back together and looked around my hiding place, and there was James peeking his head around the corner. I guess adolescent males can overcome just about any amount of nerves in order to see a hot girl play with herself. Never having been an adolescent male, I don't know for sure.

He saw me, and I saw him, and it was really awkward for a minute. He just froze there. Meanwhile, I'm dying. I just want him to go away so I have a chance of finishing before my cue. I'm just wishing him away with my eyes. He must have known exactly what was going on, because why else would I be hiding? He stammered something, it wasn't really coherent, then he looked ready to bolt if I did anything.

"You wanted to get another show," I said, not questioning.

He stuttered, didn't want to admit it. He was beet red.

"Well, if you ask nicely," I said frankly, because frankly, I just wanted to get off. That dropped his jaw. "I haven't got too much time between now and my cue, and you've got things to do too I'm sure, so why beat around the bush? I'm fine with it as long as it stays our little secret."

He wasn't moving, so I just ducked my head back around my hiding place and sat and waited for movement. Eventually he showed up; he seemed like he was scared to get too close to me. Silly kid. I gave him a smile and then slipped my pants back down my legs. It certainly wasn't the first time I've undressed in front of someone, nor the first time I'm played with myself for an audience. By the time the panties dropped his eyes were glued on my pubis.

As I'd said, truthfully, I didn't have a whole lot of time, and besides, I was already mostly there. I gave him a little show though, just to make him squirm, and fixed his eyes with mine and then started to diddle. Having people watch does turn me on, I won't deny, and I was definitely dripping by the time I exploded (as quietly as I could, but with a few moans). He had a nice bulge in his shorts when I finally looked up.

"Well, it's about time for me to do my other thing," I grinned, then licked my fingers clean (he gasped at that) and pulled my pants back up. He didn't move until I stood up and shooed him back upstairs; I think it was shock.

After intermission, when there was another long stretch of nothing to do, I just sat and waited and he appeared and nervously asked if I was going to do it again. I tell you, give a guy a show and he's hooked for life. He was already bulging, and he tried to hide it in that nervous teenage boy way. I started walking over to him and I think he was about ready to jump out of his skin. "Why don't you come over here and sit with me?" I asked him when I got close enough to touch him. I swear, I wasn't setting out to seduce him, but once it gets to that point the instincts kick in.

He shied away from me at first, but pretty soon he let me kiss him. He had no idea what was going on, and I didn't try to push it, just kissing him firmly but gently. I let him run his hands through my hair, down my back, just petting me like I was a dog. I kept my hands still so as not to startle him. We kissed like that for a minute or so, and eventually he opened his mouth to mine and our tongues touched.

There was definitely no time for anything fancy; I had some time to kill but a youngster like that needs more that just time to kill. I let him move his hands around to my breasts and feel them gingerly. I don't know if he was a virgin or if he'd just never been with anyone who actually had breasts, because mine aren't big but he seemed to enjoy them like they were massive. He tried to be controlling and I let him, let him ask me to pull my shirt up, let him pull my bra down and stare in awe at my nipple revealed. There's something extremely pleasurable about being with someone who thinks you're the most fascinating thing on the planet, even if he's inexperienced and only seems to care about your breasts. The girls and I felt very flattered.

He got my bra off easily, which was surprising since I thought all teenaged boys thought that taking off a bra from the front was a nightmare. Maybe he'd been practicing. Maybe my bra is just easy to get out of. He pulled both my bra and shirt over my head and then spent a long time staring at my bare chest before he could work up the courage to touch them. His hands were cold and I flinched and he gasped and looked really worried until I smiled and put my hands on top of his (to warm them up, actually, but I didn't say that). I showed up how to pet me, how to massage my breasts until the nipples stood like tiny thumbtacks pressing up into his now-warm palms.

He wanted to take my pants off too, to see me naked, but I told him gently that we didn't have time. I did let him slip a hand into my pants and feel me up nervously, and then I caught a line from the play above us and realized that there were only a few more minutes to go. So I had to gently push him away, put a finger to his lips to stop him from complaining, and put my shirt back on. My bra I folded up and stuck in my pocket.

He wanted to stay, to touch me more, the eagerness of youth taking over the shyness, but I told him he had to go for now. We kissed again in the doorway and I almost had to frogwalk him upstairs before my cue, or I think he might have stayed. Ah, young people.

I hear movement in the house; maybe Dad's up. I have to go check, and this post is getting pretty long anyway. I'll continue soon.

My Last Bar Pickup

We were talking about bars, so I'm trying to remember the last guy who picked me up at a bar. It was a while ago, because like I said, I don't do the bar scene.

Oh yeah, now I remember. The last guy who picked me up in a bar was when I was still in college. I went to school a fair distance from my home, so it was a different bar, and different people. Which is, I guess, a good thing.

He bought me a few drinks, and he wasn't bad looking. But I'm really much less picky when it comes to guys than I am when it comes to gals. He didn't smell, he was reasonably well-mannered, he didn't look like the creature from the black lagoon, and I was raring to go. Plus he was buying, and like I said before, I'm not a cheap drunk so I takes what I can get.

After we pounded a few shots, of tequila I believe, we started getting pretty cozy. He put his hand on my leg and started petting my thigh, real friendly-like. We just kept making idiot smalltalk until his hand got more adventurous and started to creep up my skirt. Which is when I confessed, in a hushed tone, that I wasn't wearing any panties. That got his attention.

I don't want you to think I'm easy; I am easy, but I'm not as easy as I think people think I am. Wow, psychology there, huh? Let's just say that I'm only easy when I want to be easy; you can't just walk up to me on a street corner with a smile and get fucked.

Anyway, easy or not, I was being pretty easy that evening. He suggested that we move to a booth, since the bar was getting crowded. Once we were in the booth, his hand went straight up my skirt with no hesitation and started petting my pubis. At this point in my life I was still fooling around with my pubic hair, and I think I probably had a decoration. Now, of course, I just shave it off; too much of a hassle.

Well he petted and we chatted, perfectly normal above the table. I spread my legs a little wider so he could get a better feel, and he slipped a finger into my well-moistened passage without much effort. It was a little strange; he seemed to be perfectly happy to sit there all night finger fucking me under the table. I was after slightly bigger fish than that, and told him so. When I reached over to put my hand on his crotch, I could tell that his lower half was thinking the same way. He had a big old bulge.

In my wilder youth I might have been tempted to just unzip him, sit in his lap, hike up my skirt, and fuck him right there. Actually, I was tempted, a little. But this was not that type of bar: too well lit, people not all lost in the bottle or watching the TV, just not the place. So I asked him to take me home, because I still had a roomie at that point. Or maybe I just didn't want him to know where I lived; I forget which.

We went to his car, his hand on my ass and just giving me little squeezes with every step. I'm pretty sure that an observant patron of the bar who watched us leave could have seen my pussy, the skirt was hiked that high. He was barely keeping his hand from slipping up under the skirt to the honey pot from behind. Barely. But if anyone saw, no one complained.

By the time we got to his house my skirt was rolled up to my waist and my blouse was undone. It was pretty dark on the street, which was good because I was indecent to say the least. We kissed as we staggered down the front walk, we kissed while he was trying to find the keys to the door, and by the time we were inside I had my hand in his pants, feeling the throbbing of his cock waiting to be let loose.

Then I saw all the pictures and realized why there was another car in the driveway. The man was married. Now I don't make it a habit of sleeping with married men; it's not fair and it's kind of risky. But I figured he knew what he was doing until I heard the voice from upstairs asking who it was.

He shushed me and talked to his wife for a few minutes. And I still had my hand down his pants, and his hands still roved over my body, and his cock showed no signs of deflating. The man had balls of steel is all I can say. I couldn't think of anything better to do than to stand perfectly still.

Eventually his wife said goodnight, without coming down the stairs, thank god, and he led me out to the kitchen. He said he'd thought she'd be asleep. I wanted to know what the hell he was thinking. He just kissed me. I was sure she would hear us. He kept kissing me. Eventually he just wore down my resistance, and when his pants hit the floor I knew there was no way I was leaving without fucking him.

I tried to keep quiet, as quiet as I could, while he hoisted me up on the kitchen counter and spread my legs. I was so distracted by the whole thing that I didn't even think about making him wear a condom. Now that was stupid, but I'm stupid like that. He didn't seem to care, and I guess if you're fucking a college girl in the kitchen with your wife upstairs in the bedroom, you don't sweat anything. He lubed up with some spit and some of my juices, then he slowly eased his way in.

He wasn't a fabulous lay, by any stretch, but when his cock bottomed out inside me it felt great. The tension of the situation just sort of made the whole experience very intense. I mean, I still had my clothes on, just out of the way, and he had only taken off his pants, and we were in his house with his wife upstairs asleep. That's fairly intense. And his technique wasn't bad either.

He picked up the pace and we made a little more noise, but whenever I wanted to moan or gasp I just bit my lip and whimpered. I think it turned him on. He, for his part, didn't make a sound, other than heavy breathing. Eventually he pulled out, helped me down from the counter, bent me over, and stuck it home again from behind. I got one leg up on the counter and we went at it, my breasts pressed into the marble, occasional gasps escaping my lips.

I came from the downward force, and had a nice vaginal O which lasted for a while and left me feeling like liquid, and then he grunted softly that he was ready, pulled back, and rather forcefully grabbed my head and pulled it down to crotch level. With the other hand, he stroked a few times and then tensed and spewed an amazing amount of cum all over my face and hair. I just wasn't expecting so much; it got everywhere.

We cleaned up as best we could, and then he quietly took me outside and drove me home. I saw him a few times after that, on the streets and such, and while I'd wave at him, he barely spared a glance. So he was a dick. But it was memorable.

Sitting Waiting on Dad

So off I went at the end of the last post, got out my trusty vibrator, and was all set to go when the Internet died unexpectedly. I guess I should say expectedly since my computer is an old piece of crap.

Then I got phone calls. Then a knock at the door (I was really tempted to throw caution to the winds and just answer the door in the altogether in the hopes that it would either be my Dad home from work early, my brother as a surprise, my sister as a surprise, or some hot new utility guy who would take one look at my foxy body and rip his clothes off), which wasn't any of the things I just mentioned, but was in fact a salesman. For what, I do not know. He was ugly to boot, so I'm glad I didn't greet him with a winning smile and nothing else.

Then I fucked around with the Internet, getting more and more annoyed, until finally I got it working again and had emails I had to deal with. By that point I was in clothes, the vibrator was put away, and I wasn't really in the mood. So I did other boring things, and slowly the mood returned.

But now it's close enough to time for Dad to be home that I'm thinking I'll just wait. Except he may have to go to the gym. Me, my job is exercise enough, but for Dad, he's got to exercise. Actually, I think sex is exercise enough, and I've told him on more than one occasion that he's more than welcome to treat me like his personal trainer, but he still goes to the gym. If my family were different, I guess we'd all be worried that he was sneaking out to go to the gay bath house. As it is, I'm just annoyed that he's going to the gym.

God, I hope he's not. Because if he isn't, then I think while dinner is cooking, we'll go downstairs to the rumpus room, and I'll be a little aggressive for a change. He can just lie back and I'll straddle him and mount him and grind down on his cock, just pressing it up into my deepest spaces. He likes watching his daughter's breasts bounce as she rocks her pelvis down onto him. That should make him forget about the gym.

Or maybe at dinner, I'll sit in his lap, and he can slip up into me and we'll just sit like that and eat. Mom will just laugh and ask me if I'll leave her some leftovers. Maybe instead of cumming inside me, I'll finish my meal with a little jizz for desert.

Where the hell is that man? Dad, your daughter needs you. And actually, where is Mike? He never visited. He hasn't called. Not that calling is what I want right now.

Wow, I'm becoming one of those bloggers that just randomly writes shit, aren't I? Well, maybe story time next. Maybe even now, while I wait.

More of My Joker Brother

Talking about him made me miss him terribly. In many ways, actually, not just physically. He's a lot of fun, and he gets me out of the house for things other than work, which is probably both fun and healthy.

The last time he was home he dragged me out to a bar. And I don't like bars much; too noisy, too many people, just too much in general. Plus I'm a very expensive drunk even if I'm buying liquor wholesale, so having to pay bar prices always sucks. Plus, while I've met a few people who were reasonable at bars, usually the people I wind up with are people I shouldn't wind up with.

I don't go to biker bars or anything like that, just your normal bars, but since I live near a college, that means all the bars are invaded by evil college guys. I don't have a problem with college guys, but the ones who hang out in bars and try to pick me up I have a problem with. So I usually wind up with the lesser of two evils, and that's no way to pick a date.

Mind you, I've had some pretty good sex with guys who've picked me up in bars. You do have to make them leave before they get sloppy drunk, but a little buzz never hurt anyone. If guys get sloppy, I generally just give head, because it's an easy enough way to get them to shut the hell up. I know, I'm laughing at myself for saying that, but it's true. Since I don't go to bars more than once in a blue moon these days (or really any days) it's only happened once or twice. And being picked up is infrequent enough too. But since I only go to bars because I want to be picked up, it happens most of the time I go. Which is why I don't, probably.

Well, my brother made me go, and we went to a fun place. There was live music, not loud rock, some blues band. We just hung out and drank a few shots and talked with people. And I never would have left the house if it weren't for Mike; I would have just put on a DVD or read a book. Social contact is important.

But aside from social contact, there's a more intimate contact that I'm missing right now, because I wasn't up this morning so Dad left without a sendoff and I'm left without a guy to fuck me. Which made me think of my brother, who hasn't been here to give me some loving for too damn long. He's probably sticking it to his girlfriend in Chicago right now.

No, he's probably at work. Or maybe packing to go back to school. He's got to go back soon, I think. Hell, maybe he's already gone back. I really should know these things, shouldn't I? It's after Labor Day, so he's got to be back at school. He didn't even stop by the house on the way back, the little bastard. He could have just honked the horn and I would have run out, naked if necessary, and let him put his big cock right up into me. Against a tree in the front yard, in the back seat, just lying on the sidewalk with people staring, I don't care.

I remember our first time. It was the day after his first time, and he'd already gone down the totem pole. Mom had him first (tradition) and then Sheri slept in his room and they did it God knows how many times. Mari my oldest sister was already pretty turned off guys, but she let him penetrate her just for tradition too, I guess. He understood that she didn't want to fuck, but he did put it in her and they hugged and kissed and just loved each other.

And finally it was my turn. I know everyone thinks that saving the best for last is a crock, but I really think Mike was saving the best for last, because we'd always been closest. Well, maybe not closer than him and Mom, but the closest of his sisters. He had the cutest little cock back then too, just starting to grow into manhood. I remember it must have been a weekend or maybe the summer, because we didn't have to go to school that day, and he and Sheri had come down to breakfast late, and he was sporting the juiciest looking hardon I'd ever seen on him before. Maybe it was just because I could get my hands on it now.

I assumed they were going to eat and then head back upstairs again, but Sheri said that she was tuckered out and was going to watch a movie. Mom just laughed. Mike asked me if I wanted to go up to his room, and I almost dragged him up there, leaving my breakfast to get cold.

Once we were on his bed we kissed for a long time, just loving the fact that he was available now, knowing there was no rush. I almost forgot that I'd been fucking for a lot longer than him and that he was probably a little scared by it all. He didn't show it. He wanted to try eating me out, and I guessed that Sheri had been teaching him about that, because Mom certainly hadn't. I mean, we all knew about sex, but his first time with Mom hadn't involved any oral sex at all.

He wasn't very good, but it was the thought that counted. Besides, I was dripping wet just looking forward to having him inside me. The only cock I'd had up to that point was my Dad, as I recall, so variety was certainly arousing. Plus I love my brother, end of story.

Any way, eventually I just stopped him and said he could work on it later. So he climbed back up until he was between my legs, and together we slipped his cock into my cunny. Even though it wasn't very big (sorry Mike, facts are facts, it's much bigger now) it still felt great. We made love face to face, body to body, and we kissed pretty much the entire time. He had his hands on my hips and I had one over his back pulling him to me and the other on my pleasure button.

All the previous night's fucking must have taken it out of him, because he lasted a lot longer than one would expect. But Mike's always been strong like that. I even managed a mild orgasm before he gasped and came. It wasn't much; I didn't even feel it, but I loved it all the same. Then he just lay there on top of me and we kissed some more. Then he rolled off me and fell asleep. Poor little trooper. How many other guys can say they'd fucked four girls in their first 24 hours?

God, I've got to do something about this. I need a vibrator and some interesting porn. Peace out.

Mornings (really)

Right, so it's a few hours later than it was, and I'm sobering up a little, but as the previous post can attest, I'm still very chatty.

Anyway, my Dad loves being awoken by me sucking his dick. I can't imagine why. He's a morning person, but me and Mom aren't, and she's not even prone to staying awake in the mornings if she's been up all night. She doesn't pull all-nighters, and what's more, she is always too sleepy in the mornings for sex. So Dad doesn't get anything most of the time, and has to jack off in the shower I guess.

But today I'm up, so I gave Dad my alarm-clock special. I try not to wake him up while I'm sucking, which is a bit of a challenge. I just really want to fuck with his dreams. Usually he's hard already, and I can just use only my mouth, bob it up and down on him nice and slow. I've never successfully been able to make him cum without waking up, but my Dad's got stamina so I guess it's not surprising. Plus I like it better if he wakes up before he cums, because then we get to fuck.

Today was no exception; in fact, I'd just started when he stirred and sat up.

"Good morning sunshine," he said quietly, so as not to wake my Mom. I just kept bobbing. He sat back and enjoyed the sight for a minute or so, then he looked at the clock and suggested that we take a shower. As I've said in the past, that's what we do in the mornings.

"Carry me, Daddy," I said to him in my best baby-girl voice. He laughed and asked me how I wanted to be carried. I replied that as long as he was inside me, I didn't really care.

So he got up gently, picked me up around my waist (and made some comment about how he was getting too old for this, like I really weigh that much), hoisted me up until my pelvis was just above his cock, then let me fit him into place before he let me sink down onto him. God, it had been nearly 12 hours since I'd last had him inside me; I was going into withdrawal.

With my legs and arms wrapped around him, my breasts to his chest, he gingerly carried me out of the bedroom into the bathroom. It was crazy, he let go of me with both hands to start the water and do various bathroom things, and it was like his cock was holding me up. And then I had a silly idea. "Daddy, why don't we stay like this the whole day?"

He said he had to go to work, the party pooper. But some day we'll do it, just stay locked together like that. I don't know how we'll handle going to the bathroom, because Dad's not into watersports. But I guess I can pull him out and hold him while he pees, and he can kneel in front of the toilet to let me sit on it. Maybe I should try it with a guy who's more into watersports. It's a thought.

Once we were in the water Dad wanted me to let go, but I said I wouldn't, so he grumbled that he could see the only way he'd get me to leave him alone long enough to shower was to fuck me until I fell off. So he fetched me up against the wall, grabbed my hips in his big strong hands, and started pumping me. I just clutched tighter. I even tightened down my pussy as hard as I could (which wasn't too hard because all the thrusting was making it almost impossible) to try to get him to cum before I lost strength.

I came twice, thank you kindly, but I didn't come close to breaking him before I had to let go from the shaking. He laughed and told me I fought the good fight but was vanquished by a superior foe, or something like that. I was too wound up to care exactly what he was saying. He gave me what I needed after not too long, bent me over the side of the tub and entered me from behind. The second O had just kicked in when he grunted that he was going to fill me up and pushed as deep as he could and spurted what felt like a quart into my babymaker. I kind of wish it really had been my babymaker, but that's not for now.

We took too long fucking and he had to kick me out of the shower so he could finish without distractions. So I got on my robe and started typing and rambling. He left an hour ago at least, and I miss him already. I've been passing the time thinking about how the logistics of being stuck together like that for a day would work. I think you'd have to use bondage gear or something, and I'm not into bondage but I would be into that. It would be hard. Since I'm also not into scat, we'd have to keep shitting to a minimum, maybe just going without food.

Actually, a fast combined with an all-day penetration sounds almost religious. It could begin at sunrise, with the straps being put into place as the sun peeked over the horizon. Then all day long he'd be inside me. I imagine the tension of being in sexual contact like that for so long would make it hard to not have sex, so we'd fuck whenever the mood struck us. My Dad's cock is large enough that if we were joined tightly, it probably wouldn't slip out if he got soft. It would be like a cork, plugging up my cunny with all that spunk inside. And if he had to piss, well, maybe not my Dad, but some other guy, could just let go inside me. We'd be so tightly strapped that it would just spill out without him popping out from the pressure. And I could just let go too. We'd probably have to do it in the shower, and then shower afterwords, or things might get messy.

We'd sit at the table face to face and feed each other... no, wait, we're fasting, but we could drink from the same cup. We could sit outside and get some fresh air (what would the neighbors think?). The cool air on our naked bodies would be very sensual. We could bathe each other (my Dad and I already do that, but this would be more than that, because we'd have to bathe each other), brush our teeth together. It would be so incredibly hot to somehow put clothes on over both of us and go somewhere in public. Actually, it would be pretty hot to go in the nude too, but neither of those things is likely to happen. Maybe at a nude beach. If only I lived near a nude beach (for many reasons).

Then at night we'd have to sleep together, him still inside me. We could make love once before falling asleep, and maybe we'd wake up in the middle of the night and do it again. Or maybe we'd just lie in bed all night, joined together, making passionate, non-stop love. I think I would want to be beneath him for the lovemaking, so that way all the spunk would just pool in my deepest spaces (I really do have an impregnation fetish too, don't I?). He could probably fill me to bursting through the night. It would stay warm and slosh around inside me.

In the morning when we woke up, or if we never went to sleep, we would undoubtedly be really sore. But I think it would be worth it. Maybe someday...

If anyone knows of a bondage rig that will do what I'm talking about, please let me know; like I said, I'm not into bondage, but it seems like the way to go in this instance.

Mornings

I'm still pretty buzzed; that's what I get for drinking and then staying up all night. Trying to work my internal clock back around to normal people time after being out late every night is tough, and I probably don't make it any easier on myself by drinking vodka and fucking around with my guitar all night long. I could have been doing something productive, but instead I got drunk and tried to figure out the chords to "Only You," which is surprisingly difficult. I'm such a terrible musician.

Anyway, before I went off on that tangent, I was going to talk about how I'm usually only up early in the morning when Dad goes to work if I stayed up the night before. This happens irregularly. But today was one of those days.

Now there is nothing better than waking up feeling that dream you were having about your lovely daughter giving you head slowly transform into reality, or so my Daddy tells me. As I don't have a daughter or anything to get head with, I'll take his word for it. The few times I dreamed my brother was fucking me and then woke up and found out that it was true were surprising.

You have to understand that my brother is a joker, and he picks on me the most. And my entire family have always been horny devils, my brother being no exception. He somehow didn't get enough what with two of his three sisters and his mom all willing to have him basically whenever he wanted (we spoiled him rotten that way the first few years), and he used to jack off quite regularly too. I masturbate quite a bit myself, and honestly, he couldn't have had us ANY time he wanted (although that first year, close to it), so he needed some release.

But for whatever reason (maybe we're closest, or maybe Sheri told him in no uncertain terms that he should cut it out) he seemed to view me as his cumrag for the longest time. He would be beating off to a porno in his room (he got his own room too, while the three sisters had to share one) and he'd get close and if he thought I was in the house he'd just yell, "Lexi, I need you!" After the first time I didn't show up and he went into my room and left me a spunk surprise on my pillow, I generally just dropped what I was doing and came a-running.

I mean, I got off on it too, and it wasn't mean-spirited, and he really didn't do it that often. But he'd hold off until I arrived, breathless, at the door, then he'd grin and just point at his cock expectantly. Eventually he didn't even have to point; I'd just kneel and open my mouth. I always swallowed like a good girl, like I was taught.

But what was worse was when he wouldn't call me, he'd just get a hankering, track me down, sneak up behind me, and grab me and aim for penetration. For a few years I was taller than he was so it was harder for him to pull that off, but eventually he shot up too (my whole family are tall) and it got so I could never be safe from the Stealth Fucker.

We go around nude a lot in the house, if we don't expect guests, just keep a few robes by the door in case of surprises. Our foyer pretty much gives us enough warning. But when I'd come home from school, Mike would sometimes be there waiting behind the door. And it was weird, but it usually seemed to happen when I hadn't worn panties that day (maybe he's some kind of panty psychic). He'd wait until I got through the door and then make his move.

Usually he came up from behind me with his cock already out, lifted the back of my skirt, and just pulled me down. We'd end up fucking like rabbits without even shutting the door to the house, me leaning against the doorjamb and Mike behind me. The tension of the school day usually led to some very fast, very hard fucking, but neither of us was interested in playing around after a hard day in class.

Sometimes he came quickly, obviously because he'd been so pent up at school. Like the joker that he is he would then pull out, give me a slap on the ass, and walk away, leaving me hanging. But often enough he must have had some action before me, or he was simply more in control, and he'd fuck me from behind until my legs gave out, then flip me over on the ground, pull up the other side of the skirt, and get between my legs. I imagine that the neighbors must have seen this at least once, but I've never heard a peep.

So anyway, getting back to what brought this up (I'm a chatty drunk, aren't I) at night before he went to sleep, Mike would nearly always jack off once more. Then he'd come over to our room looking for a happy ending. Sometimes Sheri would be up, and she would take pity on me and suck Mike off, and sometimes I was feeling frisky too, and instead of sucking him I would let him climb into bed with me and we'd spoon and he'd fuck me quietly so as not to disturb anyone. I'd usually read while he did it, then when he finally got off I'd sleep on cumstained sheets with a load dripping out of my pussy. In my house, all the sheets are white so we can bleach them to get out the stains.

Oh, and I forgot part of the story. Two parts, really. Mike also liked to ambush my ass. It was less of an ambush then, because he had to be a little more concerned and he couldn't just jam it in, but he went through a period of a year or so, shortly after he discovered anal sex, where he didn't want to do anything except cum in my ass. The summer of that year, when we were home most of the time, we spent nearly all our time together, and he would randomly say, "Lexi, I need to cum," and I'd just get on my hands and knees and let him have my ass. He carried a bottle of lube on a string around his neck, I swear. I'll have to tell more about that summer later.

And he keeps ambushing me, even to this day. I fully expect the way I'll learn he's coming to visit is that I'll walk through the door one day and he'll already be inside me. It is so fucking hot, I hope I'm not sounding like I'm complaining, because I love it. I wouldn't let him get away with it if I didn't love it too. Well, I usually love it; the night of a school dance (I said senior prom here and I have no idea why; memory fault I guess since I never went to prom) when I was all set to go out the door, in my dress and all, and he snuck up on me and filled my pussy full of cum, I would have killed him if my date hadn't shown up. As it was, I had to spend the whole evening leaking cum into my panties. I wonder if I left a drip trail. But when it came time for the traditional after-prom fuck, I was ready to go. My date didn't even have to ask. Maybe I'll tell about that later too.

Anyway, sometimes my brother would be up later than everyone else and he'd sneak into the girls' room while we were asleep. Usually he'd wake me up (I've always been a night owl anyway) and we'd have our fun. But a few times I guess I didn't want to wake up, and I woke up to find him fucking me. It was, as I said all those paragraphs ago, surprising, to say the least.

Shit, this post is getting too long. I'll start a new one to talk about what I actually wanted to talk about.

Disney Chicks

Is it just me, or does everyone find the animated girls of Disney hot?

I mean, that's a rhetorical question because there are endless pictures of them naked online, so obviously enough people must find them attractive to draw them and to see those drawings.

But they are sexy little things, aren't they? I think Jasmine is probably the hottest because she's so exotic, but Belle has the whole intellectual chick thing going on. I'd do them both in a country minute if they were real, or if I were a drawing. Actually, I think being a drawing might be kind of fun.

I'm rambling a little because I'm a little drunk and I was thinking about how strange it is that Disney has created these sex symbols almost by accident. Or maybe the animators are as horny as I am. But who wouldn't want to take one of the Disney girls home? Really? Come on, admit it, you have a thing for Tinkerbell.

Some of the best "Disney" porn is incest-themed too, so double bonus there. My brother used to love pretending I was the Little Mermaid when he was younger, by the way. We'd watch that movie and he'd get a stiffy just seeing her swimming around in those shells (and then she's naked too, mustn't forget that) and we'd pause the movie and fuck, or sometimes just let the movie play and fuck. I've seen that movie upside down more often than I've seen it the right way, and I've caught glimpses of it out of the corner of my eye. God I wish he were around so we could do that again.

Anyone out there have stories of sex involving Disney movies? You should share them.

Melange a Roughly Trois

No, this post is not about having sex with roughly three people. It's just my overly-educated way of saying potpourri like on Jeopardy, because I have no one topic to discuss. I swear, I'm too smart for my own good sometimes, especially when I'm making silly puns.

No word yet on my indiscretion of last Sunday. Hopefully that means the whole thing has blown over already. Or maybe it's just saving up to kick me in the ass. We'll see.

Speaking of ass, a perusal of some nice porn got me thinking about positions, and I recalled one which I love to see in porn and which I've never tried but which I imagine would be good for anal. Not being a Kama Sutra expert I don't know what its poetic name would be, but it involves the guy (or gal with strapon I guess) sitting in a chair with legs spread and the gal sitting on top of him facing away with her legs between his. It's kind of a cross between reverse cowgirl and rear entry with the man straddling the woman. I'm not doing a good job of describing it. Try looking at this picture; it's not perfect, but it has the general idea. UPDATE: here's another one which isn't sitting but if it were it would be what I'm talking about.

At any rate, it's got the best of both worlds: gals, you control the action like with reverse cowgirl, but by bending forward you can have an almost doggy-style experience. At least, I'd think so. I've never had anal that way, and I'm dying to try it now. From my experiments this morning with my dad, it's not too great for vaginal intercourse for the women, because with the man straddling your ass it's harder for him to get deep, but it can be a nice surprise for the man because you can squeeze your legs together and become quite tight. Anyway, another option.

I make the pictures I post small for several reasons: one, they take up practically no space, two, it's harder to identify me (which is important to me because I don't want anyone to get locked up because of things I say), and three, it's just fun to be a tease. Mostly three. Smidges of two. One is a happy coincidence.

Well, that was roughly three things, so it was a mix of roughly three.