A Quickie

I don't really have time to go into a long post, because I'm busier than a beaver in a strip club filled with confused bestialists. I just made myself laugh.

But it's only fair that I warn you that when I get the time, I have a long post brewing about Thanksgiving, so we'll step into the Wayback machine for that. I don't want to spoil it, but I will say that my brother did show up for Thanksgiving, actually for more than Thanksgiving. He came in late Wednesday night and left Sunday afternoon.

And then there's stuff with James which I also have to talk about. I think it's all going to work out just fine, so that's good. He still hasn't had the pleasure, but I think this weekend we might be able to find time. I know, I've been leading you on like that for weeks, but trust me, I have been just as led on and just as disappointed when the weekend rolled around and there was nothing doing.

My sister also has told me some stories which I really should share, and I think I can share a few of them. Actually, the stories come from both sisters. And I've been spending a little quality time with Mom, because I think sometimes she's jealous that Dad and I get to spend so much time together. Of course, we're fucking, but Mom and I can still spend time. We talk, and she's shared some stories too.

As a preview, I think I'll talk a little bit about my Mom, and then I've got to cut you all off again for a while. Apparently Mom was more adventurous when she was younger. We both think it was probably because of her childhood. It's healthy for her to talk about it, but it's painful too. Anyway, she was more adventurous than I gave her credit for originally. Apparently after her father started raping her she obviously got fairly messed up in the head (she's not anymore, at least not more than normal) and started seeing sex as something she was supposed to be providing to anyone who asked. And if they didn't beat her, well then she was in heaven. I know, it's weird and tragic and all that.

She didn't even know about birth control until way after she started being raped, and even then she obviously wasn't going to get her father to use a condom and she didn't really care. She says that she's not into anal because it reminds her too much of that time in her life. But at a certain point I guess she was willing to do pretty much anything to anybody. It's a miracle she survived, really.

While she was in school she was the school slut (just like me and Sheri, but in a creepy unpleasant way), and then once she was kicked out of her house, she had to fuck to stay alive, essentially. She blew cops to stay out of trouble, fucked the landlord to keep up with the rent, and got a job that would let her spend as much time as possible on her back making extra money. She's done stuff I haven't done, and while I'm not saying that's a good thing, she's made peace with most of it. So she's given me some good advice and some pointers. For instance, one evening we pulled out a dildo and she showed me some really great tricks with her throat on a cock. I'm going to have to practice them, because they are dynamite. I won't share family secrets, but she can actually make her throat vibrate on a cock. Its amazing.

Well, that's enough talk about bonding. I really don't have enough time to tell all the stories I want to tell, so until next time, keep waiting and I promise they'll be told soon.

More Wishful Thinking

While I'm wishing for stuff, I wish I had a twin. Actually, an identical twin would be great, but even a fraternal twin who was a boy would kick ass.

Why? Well, if I had an identical twin, for one thing we could make all kinds of money doing porn. There are some identical twins out there, but we'd be harder core. Doesn't the thought of two hot redheaded identical twins fucking make you excited?

For another, I'd love to fuck myself. I mean, I do all the time, but I meant in more of an out-of-body-experience type way. Someone once said that narcissism is really just being able to say you'd fuck yourself. Well, then I guess I'm pretty narcissistic, because if I weren't me, I'd be all over me. And if I had a twin, then I could do that.

But no matter if my twin was a boy or a girl, the best part would be that I think fucking a twin would be the ultimate sexual experience. Twins are supposed to have that bond, right? So that bond would make the sex great. Incest is already great, and I bet twincest would be even better.

Anyone out there have a twin whom they're fucking? I'd love to hear about it. I can't really decide whether I would prefer to have a brother or sister twin. Maybe triplets so I could have both. Now if I could get together three of me, we'd be the hottest thing in porn. We'd be millionaires.

Now I'm jealous of triplets too. Way to go, Lexi, you've made yourself unhappy.

My Sister

Actually, sorry Sheri, this one's about Mari. I guess I could have called it, "My Other Sister," but that hardly seems fair.

My sister Mari is a terrific lover. She will make some nice girl extremely happy, or rather she has made many nice and some naughty girls extremely happy but she will probably eventually settle down with just one.

I always talk about how James has skillful hands. Well Mari has a skillful tongue. Whereas Sheri likes to strap on a dildo and fuck, Mari can just eat me out for hours. Actually, she gave me my first orgasm when I was still a virgin. She and Sheri used to fool around in the evening in our room, and I would watch, and eventually I wanted to join in. We were careful not to pop my cherry, because that was Dad's honor, but we could still lick and suck.

Mari doesn't do anything particularly kinky when she's making love; she just does the simple stuff really well. She's got exactly the right touch on my clit, and her tongue never seems to get tired. She can make me cum just by licking my pussy lips without even starting on the clit, and she can do it all with no hands. That's not to say that she does it with no hands all the time, but she has in the past.

So she starts out licking her way down my body, starting at the lips, then kissing down over my chin, down my neck, around both nipples, then spending a little time tickling my belly button with the tip of her tongue, then kissing down over my pelvic bones. Then just as she's about to get to the honey pot, she breaks off and works her way up from my feet, up the inside of the leg, ticking the knee, then the thigh, taking a little nibble out of my hips. Only then does she start working on my cunny, and then only if she's in a hurry.

Once she's between my legs she licks around the mons, over the clitoral hood, then down again, almost into my ass. Then she licks up over the labia, flicks the clit with the tip of her tongue, then back down and up again, a few times just to warm me up. Then she goes to work on my clit seriously, puts her lips around it and sucks it like a miniature cock. She runs her tongue around it without touching at first, then she sucks and flicks her tongue over it. Sometimes she hums a little, and that's wild. Once she's got me cumming, she shifts down, puts her mouth around my clit and my pussy, and starts sucking the whole thing, licking into my cunny.

The lips usually part pretty quickly, and she can then delve her tongue into my box. She loves the taste of a woman, so she brings up all the juice she can. Sometimes she'll stiffen her tongue like a cock and just thrust, sometimes she curls it up into the roof of the cunt and presses up against her lips above. She's the only woman I've ever been with who can do that. I guess her tongue is really strong or long or something.

I learned pretty much everything I know about eating pussy from my sister Mari, so every pussy I've satisfied since then owes her an applause. Me, I like to use toys, fingers, hands, whatever. Mari's a purist. She'll use that stuff, but she doesn't have to.

More Work Ahead

Spent all damn week at work. I really need a better job. I mean, I like what I do, but it's hard work and it pays like shit. Less than like shit. You all probably think theatre just happens, actors get up on stage and just make it happen. Well, I make it happen. All my unappreciated coworkers make it happen. It's like the writers' strike, except they get more credit than most backstage technicians do. And we don't go on strike. Well, not if we're not in the union, which I'm not. But I stand in solidarity with all my technician brothers and sisters who are on strike in New York.

You didn't want to hear that. You wanted me to write that I was busy all weekend getting fucked in the ass by James, or someone. Well, I'm too tired to make that story up if I wanted to, which I don't because I'm trying to be as honest as possible. So sorry sex-fans out there, this weekend was almost completely sex-free.

But... my brother is coming home for Thanksgiving. He says he won't be bringing any friends. And I can live in hope that one or both of my sisters will make it. So I imagine there might be some fun going on there. I'll try to make some time to keep you all posted. But there is, as the title says, more work ahead, so I don't know when I'll have that time.

Since I'm pretty much out of my brain with tired, I'm going to talk about something, and I hope it's coherent.

I was thinking about James, among other things, and asking myself why I was enjoying it. I think part of it is that it's new. I like new. And every time with him is a new experience for him, so it's like a new experience for me too.

Another part is me being a sicko. I like being with a teenager. I'll admit it now. It's fun. And the fact that we have to be secret makes it even more exciting. I've had illicit sex in the past, but it's always fun.

But getting down to technique, he's getting better, but with another guy I would have moved on by now because he's not good enough to stick around just for technique. Sorry James, if you ever read this, which I guess I sincerely hope you won't, but someday soon, you will be good enough that a gal would stick around just for technique. And let's face it, you don't want a relationship with someone who only fucks you because you're good in bed. He is good in his own way, as I've tried to explain: he doesn't last forever, like some people I could mention, but he's ready to go as many times as I want, which is a definitely plus. He's really very good with his hands, and his mouth ain't shabby either when the two combine. His cock is normal size, and I'm not going to destroy his ego by measuring because it really doesn't matter too much to me. His thrusting is rhythmic but gets monotonous; he has to work on varying the pace, getting clues from his partner, that kind of thing. Funny, actors are really good at that; I guess it's all the improv exercises they have to do where they pretend to be a mirror, or what have you.

If he learns to vary the strokes, maybe pull out and push back in when a gal needs that, and when he figures out how a girl is trying to tell him where to go, he'll be fine. But that kind of thing can't be taught, and it can't come from just one partner. You have to learn that all women are different, just like I had to learn all guys were different (and all women are different too, actually). With guys it's easier, but they're lousy communicators, so to break out from a good fuck to a great fuck, you have to be a fucking mindreader for fuck's sake. Oh well, I'm bitching.

Anyway, his looks, his technique, his youth, the secrecy, all of that plays a part in my enjoyment of him as a partner. But I realized while thinking about it during one of my many long stretches of waiting that a thing I never realized I enjoy about him a lot. He likes my breasts.

It's not a big thing. But I've never had a guy enjoy my breasts so much. They really aren't very impressive, not the huge knockers my sister has for instance, not porn-star boobs. I've had some guys fool around with me and spend time in the breast region, but it always felt like they were just doing it for me, not because they really wanted to do it. James isn't like that at all. I have to kick him out after a while because he'd never get around to fucking me otherwise.

I'm not knocking my dad or brother either. But I realized that they don't see my breasts the same way, because when they both started with me, I didn't have breasts at all. I had little tiny ones when my brother and I had our first time, and I had nothing when I lost my virginity. They've never been big erogenous zones in my relationships with my family. Sure, they get attention, but not the worship James gives them.

So I guess I'm happy he's a breast man, or something. If I had the boobs to do it, I'd titty-fuck him. But I don't think I can. I don't know: do all breast men really like big tits? Or all men, and James is just an aberration? I'm feeling insecure about my breasts now. I wish he were here to make me feel better. Maybe I'll take a picture of them and send it to him. Sounds like a bad idea, so I'll probably do it.

P.S. Oh, by the way, I should mention that while I enjoy nice breasts, in women I am much more into the curves than any specific feature. I love good proportions, regardless of how proportionally big or small they are. On men, I like well-built but not overly muscled, but looks are really only important if I plan on ever seeing them again. Wow, that makes me sound like such a tart. Okay, guilty as charged.

Brothers

Don't get me wrong, it's great having two sisters. Actually, it's probably better having two sisters, because they can do anything a boy can do, but also other stuff. For instance, a strap-on is practically as good as a cock, but a boy can't take his off to give himself a vagina. At least, I don't think he can. Any guys out there who can do that, if you're allowed by the brotherhood of Secret Vagina-Converting Guys to talk, let me know, because no man I've ever met could, or would admit it. If they've been holding out on me, I'll change my opinion.

But for all that, I still sometimes wish I'd had two brothers. Hell, two of each would be great. It would be even better if my two brothers were bi too. Think about that, a totally bisexual family orgy. Anyone in the family could get double fucked. I can't decide whether I'd want two younger brothers or one older and one younger. Or maybe twins. But it would mean hot and cold running DP for me, and I love me some DP.

I can picture it now; it's a weekend back when we were all living in the house together, and we all get up, eat breakfast, and go downstairs to the rumpus room. Sheri and Mari pair off and let their little sister have fun, and my brothers, Mike and... oh, let's call him Matt, because in this fantasy they're twins... Mike and Matt start kissing me all over my body, slowly working their tongues into every part of me. Then Matt and I turn our attention to Mike, and he sits back and lets us lick him clean. I let Matt suck Mike's cock while I move down to Matt's body and start sucking him off too. Then Mike gets up and gets behind me and starts fucking my pussy, slow and steady. Matt looks ready to go, so he gets up too and gets behind Mike and slips up into his brother's well-lubed asshole.

I can feel both of them strain against my butt. Then Mike tells his twin that it's time to have a Lexi sandwich. So Matt pulls me down on top of him, thrusts his big cock, big as his brother's, into my pussy, and Mike gets behind me and sticks his dong up his sister's butt. Maybe Sheri gets bored and pulls on her strap-on and comes over and sticks it in Mike's ass, and Mari sits on Matt's face while I lick her breasts and she kisses Mike.

God, the combinations are practically endless. That's why I wish I had two brothers and two sisters. It would be nonstop fun. I need to find two bi guys who would have a threesome with me, obviously.

Foursome

So in deference to my sister and because I was just talking about foursomes, I'll tell the story of the first foursome I ever had with my sister. Like I said, it was a while ago, and it wasn't all that great. But it was still kind of fun.

We both had boyfriends; mine was a few years older than me, hers was about her age, I guess. They were with us mostly because we would put out, although I think my boyfriend was a bit of a perv, since I was only 14 and he was older than that. They didn't know each other.

My sister thought it would be great for us to double up on a guy, so she convinced me to try it with her boyfriend first. Aside from my brother I'd never had a threesome before. She had, I think, but she wanted me to join in. He was really into it, couldn't believe that sisters would do that, that kind of thing, you know, typical guy. I didn't mind; he was cute, and my sister said he was good in bed, not great, but okay.

We brought him back to our house one evening, made sure that no one would disturb us (which would have been a problem since I don't think our parents would have approved, and my brother would have wanted to join in, which would have been a bit much) and then started the party. He loved watching both of us lick his cock and then kiss, and after he came the first time he wanted to sit back and have us put on a show. My sister is better at that kind of thing than I am, or at least she was back then, but I didn't have a problem following along. She played with herself really sexily, and I started just kissing all over her body, sucking her tits and feeling her up. Eventually we were 69ing and he was watching and jacking off slowly, and then my sister told him to come over and stick it in me.

I wasn't ready for that; I expected him to fuck her and me just to help out. But he jammed it in and started fucking me from behind, and she was licking the top of my slit and every so often pulling out his cock and sucking it. He wasn't wearing a condom either, which I hadn't planned. He came inside me, just buckets of cum, and she sucked it all out and then passed it to me. I just lay back and felt violated a little, which is odd I guess, because it wasn't like I didn't want it.

He was done after that, which was good because I don't think I was ready to go on. Sheri apologized afterwards, told me she didn't realize. And I decided that it actually had been a lot of fun. So we planned to try it on my boyfriend next. With him, it went a lot better. He had more stamina, and he didn't want a show, he wanted tail. He got us both in a line with our butts in the air and just moved between us, fucking each of us while he fingered the other sister. He didn't last much longer, but he got it up three times, and we made him wear a condom so he filled each of our mouths with spunk and then sprayed my back with cum, a very small amount since it was the third time.

Sheri's boyfriend wanted more, and so did mine, and we did too, but we weren't sure how much. Then we decided that we should have a foursome. The guys weren't as enthusiastic, but I guess they figured sex was sex. So on the appointed day they both showed up, and that's when things got awkward. Neither of them wanted to do anything at first, just stood there and looked each other over. We stripped down, got them interested in us, but they still wouldn't go anywhere near each other. Finally Sheri and I were eating each other out, each had nice orgasms, but the guys, even though they both had hardons, wouldn't budge. So I went over to my boy and she went over to hers and we just pulled out their cocks.

They got into it a little more when we were sucking them, started to forget that there was another guy in the room. Her boyfriend even came all over her face. But when she got up to come over and have me lick it off, he stopped her.

Eventually we had them on opposite sides of the rumpus room facing away from one another fucking us, and it was like we were in two separate rooms. When I suggested that my boy switch and fuck Sheri for a while, he told me no. She said later her boyfriend had been the same way. Eventually they got up and left, and I think it was him doing the leaving and her following. I turned around and chewed out my boyfriend for being such a pussy, and he got pissed and left too. I didn't see him again after that.

My sister's boyfriend still wanted a threesome after that, but my sister told him that if he couldn't put up with another guy in the room, she didn't want anything to do with him. Actually, I think she was bucking for a threesome with two guys, but that wasn't to be.

Not a terribly sexy story, all told, I know. But a true one. My sister and I have since found several guys who weren't scared to be in the same room, and they've gotten the benefits, let me tell you. We're both great to fuck solo, and with each other... you get the idea.

Holding Back

Got off work early (hey, it's a Sunday, so why was I at work in the first place?) so I thought I'd visit my favorite fuck-buddy, James. Well, have him visit me. I'm shameless now, calling up a teenager for a booty call. I look at it through the lens of rationalization: I'm teaching him to be a fabulous lover, and I'm getting some sex out of it.

He couldn't come over for long. I think he probably should have not come over at all, because he's got better things to do than screw me. Okay, maybe not, but he has more important things to do. I don't know how he got out of the house. I hope I'm not contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Okay, I know I'm contributing to the delinquency of a minor, but I hope he's not being delinquent in any other way. I'll have to speak to him about that.

It's getting harder and harder to keep from telling him to just fuck my ass. I mean, I haven't had a cock up my butt in forever. And I've been preparing for it for weeks now. I'm giving myself a wash every day (which really makes me horny), wearing a buttplug around the house, just driving myself crazy. And yet I'm not making him do me, hard and fast and awkward, because I want him to have a good time. I mean, I want to have a good time too, but it's more important that he have a good time with it.

And then I'm probably going to have to break up with him. I don't want to have him pining away for me in college, so I need to do it now rather than wait. He should get another girlfriend, one who can be suitably impressed with his skills. I'm not girlfriend material, and I'm turning into one.

But anyway, enough of my bitching. We had about an hour, and I wanted to pack as much fun into that hour as possible so I sneaked (or is that snuck) him right downstairs when he showed up and started sucking him off right away. He came pretty quickly, but I was just building up a head of steam for the rest of the hour. He can get hard after orgasm in five minutes; it's one of the reasons why I don't mind that he doesn't have the stamina, at least not yet, of some of my other partners.

Actually my brother is the same way; he can fuck, cum, and be ready to go again in a few minutes. My bro also has the stamina, and he can cum more times than anyone else I've ever had (well, any other man), so obviously he's great. But James is getting better, and he can cum a respectable number of times in a sitting. My dad can fuck for hours without cumming, and I mean hours. Sometimes I think he forces himself to cum when he or his partner get tired of fucking and want to do something else. But after he cums, it takes a while for him to get back up again. I don't mind; he can do other things besides fuck while he's building up steam again.

But James gave me a mouthful, thick and sticky. I played around with it on my tongue for a few seconds, then realized I didn't have time to fool around and swallowed it. I let him strip me, and he licked me all over, but he's still fixating on my breasts, which is flattering. I told him to take me any way he wanted, and he wanted to try standing up, which is funny because I'm taller than he is. But if I lean over something, lift a leg up, he doesn't have trouble getting inside. He grabbed my waist and got up a good rhythm, and when I asked him to diddle me a little he didn't even slow down. He really is getting better with practice ladies, so if you have a guy who's not doing so well, all you have to do is take the time to practice with him.

He got tired after a few minutes and lay me back on the ground and got between my legs. His fingers are really the best part of him; he brought me to a nice O within a few minutes, and he really likes the taste of me, which is a bonus. That got his wind back and he slid up and kissed me and put his hands on my breasts. There's nothing like tasting your own juices on someone else's tongue. He mounted me again and I wrapped myself around him and we just fucked, basic and slow and very sexy. His pubic hair tickled my clit and his cock jutted into me very pleasantly.

Then his alarm on his cellphone went off and he looked up and we both wondered where the hell time had gone. I guess his stamina is improving, or the orgasm he gave me was better than I thought. But at any rate, he wanted to pull out and have me suck him off, and I wanted his cum inside me. He let me have my way, I think mostly because I wasn't letting him go, and I tried my hardest to tighten down on him while he pumped into me and then exploded, or rather came, because it wasn't all that explosive. But it did feel nice anyway.

After he got up, put his clothes back on, and left, I was lying there fooling with my clit, hoping to cum, and I looked back at the inside door and saw my dad's face in the window. Apparently he had been watching the whole time. He just wanted to see that his daughter was being treated right, or so he said. Since he was naked and his cock was in his hand and hard, he must have been enjoying the show too. I just yelled at him to get in and get in, and he came over, took my legs in his hands, and started furrowing me. We talked, a little breathlessly, about James, and Dad said he didn't care as long as James didn't, and I told him that James wasn't likely to find out about anything so it didn't matter.

After another nice climax on my part, Dad said he had had enough of sloshing around in some other guy's spunk, so he pulled out and had me clean him off. I was sorry Dad didn't want to stay and cum inside me too, but he just laughed and pointed, and there was Mom at the door, naked too. I guess they were both watching, or they both wanted to come down and walked in on me and James. She came in and lay back, and Dad switched to boffing her like she and I were the same person. I just sat back and watched my parents make love and played with my pussy because I couldn't help it.

I wish James knew, or that I had some other guy who knew, or that my brother was home, because I wish I could pair off with my parents again. My brother and my parents and I have had foursomes, where he and my dad swap between Mom and me, or sometimes between me and Sheri and Mom. If Sheri and I are involved then we can pair off with each other too, but with Mom it's just fun to be an assembly line of pussies waiting to be fucked by our men. If we're lucky we get both varieties of cream. As it was, I just came again, a little tiny one, and then left them to it.

Things I'm Not Going to Tell You

Apparently my sister Sheri reads this site. I don't know how she knows its mine, but she does. I'm a little self-conscious now.

The upshot is that she's been emailing me for the past few days (I guess since she started reading or something, or just when she had the time) and asking me why I'm giving so much credit to Dad and Mike. She thinks I should be giving more screen time to her and Mari, mostly her (Mari, as yet, has not acknowledged that she reads the site, but I bet it's only a matter of time).

She's right. I don't tell enough stories about my sisters. I should tell more lesbo stories. You should write me at lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com and complain. I'm very nice over email; I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to.

But mostly, I don't write enough about Sheri (not Mari) because... well, I may give the impression that my brother and I are the most adventurous couple in the family, or that he's the one that gets me into trouble, dares me to do stupid stuff. We're close, and those are stories I remember. And I'd have to say that of all the pairings and triplings and so-forth, my brother and I have had sex the most with each other.

But I'm not being fair to Sheri, because she and I are by far the most adventurous couple. She's the most adventurous, and she drags me along because I let her get me into trouble. And I've gotten into way more trouble because of Sheri than because of Mike. Way more. No contest.

So in future I will try to remember times when she's gotten me into trouble too. Like the anal fisting story; maybe I should tell that story sometime. But the problem is that the most of the time, we got into trouble in a way which I can't talk about. Because I don't want anyone to get into real trouble. Like I said at the start, there are some stories I can't tell, and most of them involve my sister Sheri. So Sheri, that's why you're getting short shrift. I'll try my best, but Mike and I have tons of stories which are safe to tell, and you and I don't have as many.

Maybe I'll hint at some. Don't push me, bitch.

Speaking of Which

Talking about putting things up my ass (other than cocks of course) reminded me of some of the crazy games my brother and sisters and I used to play. Like how most families play marbles? Well, we had our own version. Actually, we had a lot of games involving marbles.

When I was younger my sisters and I would try to hold marbles inside our pussies for as long as possible. It's good exercise, let me tell you. We would put two or three in to start, but we gradually worked our way up. My sister Sheri was always the champion as far as quantity; she could fit way more than either Mari or I could. But it was anyone's game as far as stamina; we all agreed to the same number of marbles at the start, then put them in and walked around like we really needed to go. Eventually we even made the rule that you weren't allowed to touch your legs together at all, or sit down. Once we even had a grudge match where we had to squat. That was really tough; I think Mari might have won that.

It really wasn't much of a stretch to go from just having to hold them in to having to hold them in while other people tried to make you drop them. At first it was just the three of us, and we'd get our stopwatch and then time each of us, putting a certain number of marbles up and then the other two girls trying everything they could think of to get them out again. Cumming while trying to hold on to a handful of marbles is hard, but fun. Sometimes the girl with the marbles was allowed to try to avoid her tormentors, and we'd run shrieking through the house until invariably either a marble would come clattering out onto the floor or the two chasing would catch the one fleeing and administer the test (usually the former, which is why we switched rules after a while). Other times you couldn't move, just had to hang your butt off the bed and try hard not to scream while your sisters did their best to make you lay an egg.

Once my brother was "blooded" so to speak he joined in. Then we'd make teams, with a girl who would handle the marbles and one who would try to make the other girl drop first. Sheri had discovered anal before the rest of us, and she would use it as a dirty trick, jamming her finger up our butts when we least suspected it. The first few times she did it to me it made me lay the whole clutch of eggs. Then after my brother and I had anal the first time, we tried a new variation, where he and my sister Mari (with a strap-on) would fuck me and my sister Sheri in the ass while we tried our hardest to hold in the marbles.

Then Mike wanted all three of us to try holding marbles in our asses rather than in our pussies. That's like having to take a huge shit but not being able to. Mari didn't do it often, but she always won that because her ass was the least stretched. Sheri and I kicked her out of competition after a few times because she always won. My ass wasn't as stretched as Sheri's, but she had better control, so it was pretty even to start.

Then we tried marbles in both pussy and ass. That is some hardcore competition right there. It's like it's impossible to clench both holes at once. I don't know if it's true, but we certainly found it hard. By that point we were putting handfuls up our asses, Sheri and me, and then letting Mari and Mike fuck us from behind until the marbles came out again. The more lube, the easier the insertion but the harder it was to keep them there.

Eventually we got too old for games. My brother and I kept playing them though, not as competition but for fun. He liked to fuck me, fuck me wide open, then pull out and start dropping marbles in. When I came sometimes it would make a marble pop up in the air. We tried other things too: super balls, which are really hard because they have a lot of surface friction; ping pong balls, which I can crush (told you I exercise) if I sit down and really strain at it (Mike loved to watch me try, but I couldn't do it after any kind of fucking, so we used it as foreplay a few times); dried beans, which have a different feel than marbles because they're smaller; and even one time frozen peas, which were tough because they were really cold, and I mentioned chocolate Easter eggs, which was silly.

Mike used to dare me to go places with some marbles in one hole or the other; one time he even got me to go to school with marbles in my cunny, which was exciting. I couldn't wear underwear either, and I spent the entire day worried that I was going to start laying. It was easier when I was sitting down, because I could arrange myself so I could relax a little and they wouldn't come rolling out, but toward the end of the day any time I had to walk somewhere I was probably walking a little funny. When I got home Mike lay down on the floor and had me squat over his face, and that was the straw that broke the camel's back, and I laid the whole bunch into his open mouth. I actually orgasmed from the release. He lost a few, but most of them he rolled around in his mouth and then got up and passed them into my mouth. Then while I was still spasming from letting go after all that time, he laid me down on the floor and plowed me, and I came like a freight train. I'm not a gusher, but I gushed a little bit then.

It's been a while since I did anything like that, but I'm thinking that someday soon I'll try to break my old record and go an entire day with marbles up my pussy. The feeling is incredible.

Oh, but that reminds me, one time (back toward the middle of this story) we tried the competition where both Sheri and I would put marbles in our ass and then track down Daddy and have him fuck us. We thought we were sly foxes. When he stuck his cock in me and bumped into the marbles on the other side (they were pretty obvious), he put two and two together and told me that if I dropped any of my ass marbles on him, he was going to leave me without so much as a goodnight kiss that night. But he fucked me all the same. Sheri said he told her the same thing. Since neither of us dropped a single marble (and that was really hard to do) we declared a tie, then ate the cum out of each other's pussies. That's a consolation prize I can deal with.

The Weekend Update

So for those of you who were sitting breathlessly by the computer, checking my site every three minutes or so to be the first to hear about my exciting weekend, you need to get a life. Go out, get laid, get a job, do something. My sex life is interesting, but it's not really that interesting.

I'm kidding guys (and gals). I know that no one reads this anyway. But my weekend was completely without excitement: worked a lot, slept a little, caught up with Dad once to try to stave off complete horny insanity, but spent most of my time (gasp) not thinking about sex. I never was able to hook up with James.

So I made up for it on Tuesday. We saw each other in the supermarket again in the evening, he had fifteen minutes, I had fifteen minutes. Fortunately it was dark outside because of Daylight Savings (or is it normal now, I can't remember) fucking with my Circadian rhythms (and that's fuck in a bad way). We hightailed it to my car, dropped trou, and it's a measure of how good he's getting that it wasn't awkward at all. He's going to love anal, I can just tell. I'll have a convert for life.

Still haven't told him what the surprise is, because I don't want to torture the poor kid. He doesn't need to do any special preparation anyway. I'm going to give my insides a wash beforehand; actually, in expectation of this weekend being different than it was, I'd already been putting in a session every morning with my shower, and I'm pretty sure I'm clean as a whistle. I enjoy enemas and douches anyway, and I do them regularly without any special events planned. Back when my brother was still home I rinsed out daily all the time, but now that it's less pressing I don't do it as often.

Actually, getting a turkey baster is great advice, because if you're not lucky enough to have people you can trust to cum inside you but you still like the feeling of being filled up, you can do that with water. I don't know, maybe they make dildos that can act as syringes too. If they don't, they should; I'd buy one. You can even find a lube which is pussy-safe but thicker and goopier, and squirt that up inside your cunny so you can feel it dripping out again. Not a bad idea for inexperienced anal voyagers either; that way you can both lube up and stretch yourself out a little. There have to be some products on the market like that.

It'll be weird having James wear a condom, both because we've gotten used to doing it without, but also because I'm used to going bareback when it comes to anal. I don't let just anyone fuck my ass, and it's been mostly my brother for a while. But James will be wearing a condom because I don't want it to get messy his first time, and sometimes no matter how hard you try there's still a little mess.

Anyway, in the fifteen minutes James and I had in my backseat he took me over the edge with a little help from my little hooded friend, then I told him to hurry up and cum so he did. I felt that one; I don't always feel guys coming inside me, but it had been a week at least since we'd last fucked, and maybe he was being a good boy and not masturbating when I'm not around. Actually, I hope that's not true, because masturbation is absolutely necessary, for everyone. Hear me, religious wackos? Masturbation is great.

But yeah, I felt it, a good solid cum with two or three hard spurts that I could feel against my cervix, and a bunch more pulses that I could feel in his cock but couldn't feel the ejaculation. It made me tingle, I don't mind telling you, which is why, if you haven't ever tried jetting some water into your pussy, you really should. And guys, it can be a great thing to do when you're taking showers together: show her a good time even if you can't cum inside her, or if she can't feel it when you do. Just get between her legs with a massaging shower head and play with her pussy and the water. It's easier on the fingers and the tongue too.

So this weekend isn't looking too good for time either, but maybe we can sneak in a few hours for some slower, gentler fucking. Anal can wait, but I don't know how long I'll be able to wait for it. I've got to go get my butt plug right now.

Toys

Would you believe that I didn't own a double dildo until I was in college? It's true, really. I know I seem like a person who probably owned a vibrator from the day I was born, but I didn't own a double dildo until I was in college.

My dad bought me my first strap-on. Actually, I think Mom bought it, but he gave it to me as a present. But my sisters and I had been fucking for years by that point. I think (actually I know) my dad and brother liked to watch us sometimes, so for them a strap-on would be the gift that gave back. But before that, my sisters and I had just used our hands, our tongues, and a vibrator or two. The vibes were mostly for solo activities anyway.

I like sex toys, don't get me wrong, and my parents have a good assortment which we would sometimes borrow. But with my sisters it was great to have to be so inventive with our own bodies; I'm a better lover because I had to do it without help, so to speak.

But I love strap-ons, loved them since the first time I used mine. Since then I've enlarged my collection. I got my first one for Christmas and right after the presents were done (I had already tried it on) I fucked my sister Sheri right there in the middle of the piles of wrapping paper. Dad and Mom laughed and watched and then when watching got to be too exciting for Dad, Mom let him watch his two daughters fuck and gave him head. My oldest sister Mari just sat there loving it, playing with herself, and when Mike asked her, she let him feel her up too. He saved himself up though, because as soon as Sheri and I were finally through on the floor he hopped up and jerked off onto our faces.

But I was talking about double dildos. My roommate in college wanted to get one, and so about a month after we started fucking (I'll tell that story sometime too) we went out and bought one. And it was lots of fun. Hell, it was more fun than that. I love strap-ons, but I love fun with a double dildo even more. Our first time with it she stuck it up into her cunt and wandered around the dorm with it dangling down like she'd sprouted a cock, and we laughed. Then she got all macho and told me to suck it bitch, so I gave her cock a good time in my throat before it got boring. And trust me, it is. I've had gals want to give head to my strap-on before, and it's not without its stimulation, but really unless you've got a fetish for it, it gets old.

Then we lay down with our hips facing and she snaked that monster up into me and we ground down on each other trying to force enough of it into ourselves so our labia would touch. We never could, it was just too big. But we had a lot of fun trying.

And then I discovered that a double dil can be a lot of fun by yourself too. I may have mentioned that I love DP. Well a double dil is DP on a stick. I once got half in my pussy and half up my ass, put on a skirt, and went to class. Sitting on it was torture, but oh what exquisite torture. I must have looked like I had hemorrhoids.

So I have several strap-ons and a double dildo now. What had I been missing? A lot. One day my brother will let me try out my strap-ons on him. I think he'd really like being fucked in the ass by his sister. Maybe with a double dildo too; half in my sweet cunny, half in his ass. I'd even let him be on top.

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Halloween

A day late, a buck short, but I'm going to talk about Halloween anyway because it's more fun than depressing about my personal drama. When I was younger Halloween used to be a lot of fun. Now it's less fun, but that's to be expected. But last night I saw some costumes that reminded me of all the fun I had when I was that age.

For instance, one year I actually was a ghost, you know, sheet with holes cut in it, all that. The thing was, I wasn't wearing anything under the sheet. I was still young enough to Trick or Treat, but it was after my brother and I began making love. My Dad took both of us Trick or Treating. Mike wore a boxer costume, you know, gloves, trunks, those weird shoes they wear, and a robe. I think he had a fake championship belt too. Halloween must have been warm that year, because I don't remember either of us being cold, even though we were both less clothed than is usually recommended.

My mom helped me with my costume; it was sewed together somewhat, so it wasn't like I was wandering around naked. I was also supposed to be wearing something underneath it, but I think Mom knew that I wasn't going to. This was shortly after my brother and I started out and we were fucking a lot, and also I had entered a phase where I enjoyed taking risks (well, I guess I'm still in that phase kind of). So I guess she made it as modest as she could and just figured that there wasn't much harm in it.

The reason I wore nothing under the sheet was actually a couple of reasons. First off, to be a really accurate costume, I had to be naked. I remember deciding that, because after all, the dead wear only their shrouds. I also liked wandering around like that, a bit of titillation there. And I wanted to make it as easy as possible for my brother in case he wanted a little treat. Mostly the last reason, but some of the others.

I still had a little girl's body at that point, so I don't think too many people were checking me out. Sure there were probably some perverts, and also maybe a few boys, but the sheet was pretty covering unless I held both my hands over my head or something. I don't think my dad noticed anything strange when we set out, and it was twilight so I don't imagine that too many other people noticed either. My brother didn't notice at first until I "accidentally" dropped something and had to bend over to look for it. The sheet slipped a little bit too high and he saw and smiled.

Actually, I think he would have done exactly the same even if I had clothes on underneath. We went to some houses, got some candy. Then he came up behind me, snaked a hand inside the shroud (it was cold, that hand, made me shiver) and whispered in my ear, "Trick or Treat?" Of course I said Treat.

So we found a secluded spot behind some bushes. Dad saw us touching, knew what we were up to, looked around and saw that no one was likely to spot it, and just stood guard, glancing over in our direction every so often. I don't know how comfortable he was with it; it was kind of risky. Once we were behind the bushes I pulled Mike's trunks down, hiked up my sheet, and mounted him right there on the ground. His hands warmed up after a while, but when they first began to fondle my breasts the shock made me cry out a little louder than was safe. Fortunately no one must have heard in the houses nearby.

After a few minutes Mike came inside me and I hopped off him, cleaned him up, and we walked on, cum leaking down my bare legs under the shroud. Dad just gave us a look that said to be discrete. I could see he had a tent in his trousers. We hit a few more houses, then Mike was walking right beside me with his hand on my ass as we walked down the street. Anyone who was behind us would have seen him hike up the sheet and slip under it, and I imagine as we walked the sheet still exposed a fair amount of my skin. He started feeling me up, and eventually he got to the point where he would only break off when we were right at the door of the house. It was driving me crazy.

After a few houses of that I told him he had to fuck me again or someone was going to notice the cock in his shorts and wonder what was up. We went behind a tree and he mounted me from behind standing up, pressed into the bark. Dad watched the whole time. I think if someone had happened along I would have just ignored them and kept being railed. I finally had an orgasm right before Mike filled me again, and then after a little more cleanup we kept going.

We didn't get to as many houses as usual that year; time ran out on us. On the way home it was dark and I started getting cold. I played my best lost little girl in the cold and Daddy fell for it, so when I asked him to pick me up he did. His hands didn't waste any time slipping up under the sheet to cradle my ass, and he fingered me all the way home. I tried to cum quietly; it wouldn't do to have someone see Dad carrying a moaning little girl.

Once we were indoors he reached down with one hand and just dropped his pants right there in the living room. Then he eased me down onto his cock, which felt really large after Mike (sorry again Mike, but Dad's was bigger back then). I came again with insertion, and he angled up into me and let me rise and fall on his cock. Sheri came down to see what the noise was, and seeing that my brother was just standing there looking lonesome she pulled his trunks down and started sucking.

Eventually Dad got tired of hold me up, and we both got tired of my sheet being in the way, so he walked me over to the couch, lay me down, pulled the sheet off, and we started kissing. I lost track of Mike and Sheri but from the noise I guess he was fucking her. It made me a little jealous, I remember, although I don't really know why. When Daddy penetrated me again I forgot about it. He really is a fabulous lover, my father; he knows exactly how to please me. He was bumping my cervix with every thrust and I just kept cumming; he knew after Mike I needed it deep I guess.

Finally he pressed against my womb and came (which reminds me just how sexy I find that, and how sexy I find the idea of impregnation), and then eventually pulled out and let a ready Sheri clean him off. Then she cleaned me off too, and we kissed and she passed some spunk and liquid into my mouth. Trick or Treat, indeed.

So that's a Halloween story I remember. There are others too, and maybe if you ask I'll tell them. But since no one asks, they may just go untold, which would be a tragedy.

Damn Work

So it looks like I won't be able to see James at all this weekend. If I do, it will probably be rushed, so not the time for the fun I had planned. But I am going to try to see him, even if I have to give him a blowjob in the back of my car. I am horny as hell, and actually now that I think about it a bj in the back of the car won't help that at all, so I think some kind of fucking will definitely have to take place. Maybe he can drop by really briefly at work... We'll see. Damn I want him bad.

I'm fooling myself, right? I'm really into this guy and I won't let myself think it's anything but fun. I'm really going to start dating him soon. Damn.