Lesbian Lexi

The images below have been removed because of Blogger's new no-nudes policy.  Sorry :(

So I don't have any pictures of me and Kate, obviously, but I do have some of me and other girls, so I thought I'd give a few visual aids.


This is me and a certain sister who tans, as you can see, much better than I do. The bitch. But when she's 40 and her skin goes all Death Valley on her and I'm still smooth as a baby's pussy lips, I'll laugh. Yes I will.


But, as you can see, her hair isn't as pretty as mine, and humidity affects it the same way. Yes I'm being a jealous whore. Deal with it.

I'm sorry you had to hear that.

Okay, no, I'm joking. I do get a little jealous that I was the one who inherited the "can't tan" gene, but my sisters are both very sexy and I love them. That last picture was posed, actually, by my Dad, who occasionally gets the amateur photography jones. The first one was taken in the middle of some fun by the sister not pictured... I think. Or maybe it was Mike.

Anyway, that's sort of what I look like with another gal.

Remember Kate?

Sure you do. I told you several months ago that she'd invited me over to her house for more fun, but I just hadn't had the opportunity. It's not like with James and Sveta, who have an easy schedule to work with. I haven't been able to visit too many people's houses, and I didn't just want to drop by for a quickie. Plus I was feeling a little guilty about being a homewrecker, as I said. But we finally worked it out, and yesterday I was finally finished with my gig and she said she would have the house to herself and needed some company, and I couldn't think of any reasonable excuse.

So I went over. I figured it would be fun, and maybe nothing in particular would happen. I don't mind hanging out with other women, even if no sex is involved. I went over around noon. She lives close enough to me that it wasn't a schlep by any stretch, which is probably a bad thing, temptation-wise.

Her two sons were away on trips or something, I didn't really pry. They wouldn't be coming home that night, that's all that mattered. And I was a little worried when she said her husband was also away on business. I guess she must have been feeling lonely. We were both dressed fairly conservatively: I was wearing a pair of thick stockings against the cold, a fairly long skirt for me, and a sweater over a tank top. She was wearing a pretty navy dress, very modest, long and flowing. She seemed pretty nervous, which I was a little concerned about.

She offered me a drink, which I accepted. I don't normally drink in the afternoon, but it seemed like the thing to do, since she was having one. She's a good bartender, is Kate, and she has a wide variety of liquor. I told her to surprise me, as long as there was no rum. I can't do rum, makes me ill. Even rum-flavored candies make me ill. So she made me some fruity thing, very girly, pink and orange and red and all, had a big one herself too, and we just settled back to talk.

I asked her about her family, she asked me about mine, and I tried not to lie too much. It didn't hurt to tell her that my siblings are all hot, and I think she liked the sound of that. She said idly that she'd like to meet them sometime. I idly said that would be nice, with no real intention of doing anything about it. She was hitting the drink pretty hard and loosened up considerably, which made for a more pleasant conversation.

Then she came out and asked me if I smoked. I guessed what she actually meant, but I wasn't sure, so I said that I quit. It's true, when I was younger I used to chain smoke to keep up my energy, but I quit because I realized that I was sort of disgusted with myself. I occasionally break down in stressful situations and have a puff, but that's maybe once or twice a year. And more and more, even those times, I feel awful afterwards, all dirty and smelly. I haven't had so much as a puff in six months or so, and before that I had a drag and then pitched the rest of the cigarette. Anyway...

Of course she wasn't talking about that. She giggled (very sexily I might add, for a woman her age, or indeed any age) and pulled a pipe out of the drawer. And I realized what the smell was I'd smelled in the house and on her clothes in the past. I was a little taken aback because, well, she's got two kids and she's old enough to know better.

I have smoked pot in the past. I hope my parents don't read this, although it's likely they know. But still, it's not something you want to have to admit to your folks, at least it's not for me. I know, most people feel the same way about sex, but I've never had drugs anywhere near my house. I did it in college. And since college I haven't done it again. Sheri's offered, and I'm pretty sure Mike smokes too, but I've never smoked with my family. Hell, I tried to keep my cigarette smoking a secret from them.

But Kate isn't family, and I'll confess, I miss some of my vices, and I felt like I was stressed out a little, and I didn't want her to feel awkward. So I told her I'd smoke with her if she wanted. She looked relieved at that, as if she was expecting me to pull out a BATF badge and arrest her or something.

She said that she and her husband smoked occasionally, that he wouldn't mind if she shared some. I didn't ask her about the kids; didn't seem like the right time. She packed a massive bowl, and I almost stopped her and told her that it wasn't necessary to use so much. But I restrained myself. No reason why I had to smoke it all, right?

Her pot was potent; I could smell it before she even lit it. When she handed the pipe to me for the first drag, I wasn't sure, but I felt like I'd gone too far to back out now. So I lit up and took a hit. It was potent, let me tell you.

She had no problem sucking it down, but I had to get a drink because it made me cough. And when I stood up to get one, I realized that I was already stoned. I mean, this stuff was epic, as a friend of mine used to say. I pushed it away when she offered it a second time, but she looked a little insulted so I finally let her offer me another quick drag. And then another. And then she blew smoke into my face and laughed, and I had to take another puff so I could blow some into hers, and then she took my mouth and blew smoke directly into it, our lips almost touching, and I took another drag and kissed her. I was really fucked up.

She didn't look like she was worried at all, and judging by the amount of cannabis we had smoked and its power, I'd say we were both totally without thought. We kissed for a while, sitting on the sofa, just kissing and occasionally stroking hair or arms. And that little part of my brain that stays rational no matter how blitzed I am (which is why I don't enjoy being in an altered state as much as I might, because I'm never completely out of it) was scolding me, telling me I should have known what was going to happen, that I shouldn't be doing this. But it was amazingly easy to ignore Rational Lexi by that point.

Eventually we began to get a little more frisky, and Kate stopped me and I was worried for a second that she was going to be remorseful. I think the pot affected her less than me, but then if she was a habitual user, that's hardly surprising. But she just took another hit from the pipe, and told me that we should move to the bedroom for more comfortable surroundings.

Once we were up I almost fell over and started giggling like mad. I was really toasted. To be honest, I was afraid in a portion of my mind which wasn't rational but hungry that I wouldn't be able to perform. She helped me back to what I assume was the master bedroom. It certainly looked big enough. Then she laid me back on the bed and reached around her back and started undoing buttons. It was slow and sexy and I enjoyed the show very much, especially since she wasn't wearing any underwear. Once she was naked she was just as attractive as I remembered. She climbed onto the bed and started kissing me again, and this time my hands were on her tits. I felt like I was operating my body by remote control from a mile away, but I was still aroused.

She got a hand up my skirt and slipped my stockings and panties down and was petting my vulva like she was miles away too, but since we were both out-of-body, it didn't matter too much. I'd never fucked this wasted before, never. Okay, maybe once or twice, but it's hard to judge relative wastedness. Suffice to say that this was at least in the running for the most wasted I'd ever been while fucking, certainly the most high from smoking up. Usually I'm drunk, which is a different sort of experience. And I can't say that I recommend either one. But it was what it was.

Eventually I got my shoes, stockings, and panties off and laid back and let Kate hike my skirt up and start tonguing. The pleasure was very muted at first, but once I got used to how it felt, I found that I could actually enjoy the rough edges of her technique more than if I was stone-cold sober. She was fairly rough on my clit, but through the wall, it felt very nice. And she wasn't shy about her fingers either, and after our first time I guess she figured I must like having my cervix stimulated too. And sometimes she'd be right. The way she was doing it would have turned me off ordinarily; too hard and sloppy. But through that haze... well, I came hard after a short time of it. Very hard. She said I squirted a little. And I'm not a squirter. I couldn't feel anything squirting, but it was a very strong O, but it didn't last too long, which is too bad. If I could cum like that for a long time, sober, my god, I'd never stop.

After I came down, she crawled back up my body and we kissed some more while she helped me out of my sweater and top. So now we were both naked, and I was feeling a little worn out and totally stoned, but I wanted to taste her cunt again. So I flipped her onto her back (and I was lucky I didn't make both of us fall off the bed) and worked my way down her extremely hot body, hot in both senses. The heat coming off her cunt was incredible. And then I just started licking, trying my best to clear the fog out of my mind so I could work on her. I can't have been too bad, because she was moaning and squealing and moving her tight little tanned butt every time I lapped at her lips.

I got some fingers working too, and her cunt was so shallow (at least it seemed that way) that I almost couldn't help nudging her womb. And then I couldn't help myself, and I got my other hand and started toying with her anus. She stopped making noise for a moment and looked like she wanted to sit up and stop me, but after I soothed her she calmed down and I got my finger up her bum. She was virgin-tight in her ass, probably because she was a virgin in there, not to mention that she hadn't had two kids come out her asshole. Not that Kate's pussy is stretched out at all, but her ass was watertight.

I didn't do too much, just fingered her butt a little bit while I stroked her dimple and tongued her clit. I brought her up to the peak and then, just as she was panting, worked her down a little, trying to keep her right at the edge. But she pleaded with me, had to cum, needed to cum, and I was too stoned to be able to resist, so I sucked her clit hard and she came on my fingers. I'm sorry to say that I couldn't maintain it for as long as I should have; I was just too out of it. Then we curled up and cuddled for a while.

After the afterglow, we lay there and talked shop. I was very candid about some things that probably I wouldn't have been otherwise, told her how to improve her technique. I asked her about pregnancy, about her sex life, and she asked me about sleeping with women, mostly. I hope I didn't slip anything incest-related into the conversation; I tried to be careful. Eventually the fog had lifted a little and she asked me if I wanted some lunch. I should have just left, but frankly I was afraid I would drive off the road, so we had pastry and coffee and talked some more. She put on a robe which barely hid her body, especially when she left it unbelted. I got my clothes back on as well as I could without really being able to button things.

Eventually she asked me if I wanted to go back to the bedroom, and I looked at the clock and realized it was almost 6. Time flies when you're stoned off your gourd. I told her I didn't think it was a good idea for me to stay the night, and I had to try to get home before it got dark, otherwise I really was afraid. I was a little worried as it was, but like I said, the drive was short and I figured I could make it. She looked disappointed, and I'll confess that I was a little disappointed too. If we had been sober, we could have done so much more. But I was sobering up enough to feel a little guilty again. I mean, I fucked her on her bed, where she and her husband undoubtedly conceived their kids. So I left.

I made it home, obviously. I do not condone drunk or stoned driving at all, I want that to be clear. But I drove slowly and it was a very short drive, and I couldn't stay the night. It didn't seem right. When I got home I went upstairs and passed out, which is why I was up so early this morning with a splitting headache and a mouth that felt very unpleasant. I wonder if my clothes reeked of pot smoke. If so, I hope no one smelled them. I put some stuff on them to try to kill the smell.

And then I checked my email and found a message waiting for me telling me that I needed to come back as soon as possible. She said she wanted me to stick my finger in her ass again; apparently she loved it. I don't know what to do. I mean, I'm not smoking pot with her again, I can tell you that much. Anything I do will have to be done on a clear mind. But I must confess, I need a woman in my life to make love with, and for all my talk about homewrecking, I'm not all that guilty about it. I mean, a lot of guys would kill to have their wives fuck me. I guess if her husband wanted to watch, I wouldn't feel guilty at all. And I don't think Kate's a lesbian, I think she's just curious.

Anyway, kids, drugs are bad. You shouldn't do drugs. Because drugs are bad. M'kay.

All You Have to Do is Ask

Well, I'm less busy now, so I thought I'd take time out to answer a question.

"What is the oldest man you've ever fucked?" -Sammy

I could say that this was a lot like the "longest cock" question, since I'm not in the habit of taking surveys beforehand, but I'm pretty sure I know this one. And there's a story attached, so I'll tell it.

Until my dad went into business for himself a few years ago (come to think of it, more than a few, but a few is close enough) he was a businessman, suit, tie, the whole nine yards. And he would occasionally have to ask business associates to dinner or over for a meeting or what have you. Most of the time the kids would put in an appearance, nicely clothed and clean, say, "Hello Mr. So-in-so," and then be hurried upstairs and told to stay there. Usually that was no big problem, because we could amuse ourselves, we'd get to order a pizza and eat it upstairs, and business meetings and dinners were boring anyway. Once Mari got old enough to be considered a young adult, she sometimes had to join my parents at the table, and she always told us it was really boring.

But my dad's boss was sort of a family friend more than a boss, and he would come over for dinner more often, and he knew all of us by name and we called him Uncle Harv even though we all knew he wasn't our uncle. He liked being called Uncle Harv, and he liked spending time with our family. He had no kids and his wife had died some years ago, so he was pretty much alone in the world, and my dad was his favorite worker, so he just gravitated toward us.

He always brought the girls candy and my brother some small toy or game or something like that. When I got old enough to notice, I realized that he wasn't just enjoying spending time with the family, he liked spending time with the girls in particular. I remember the first time I sat on his lap and realized he had a little wood in his trousers, and when I bumped my butt against it, he grinned and it stiffened. He liked to see outfits I'd gotten, and I'd give him fashion shows. I mean, it must have been obvious to my parents too, but it never was creepy, just a little naughty. I have to confess that I enjoyed teasing Harv a little too, making him uncomfortable without really letting on that I knew I was making him uncomfortable.

Around the time Sheri was "popped" by Dad, I noticed that Uncle Harv was spending all of his time paying attention to her. Whenever he'd come over, usually about once or twice a month (to get a home-cooked meal, my mom always told him) he spent all of his time paying attention to her, looking at her clothes, talking with her (well, not all of his time, but all the time he spent with the girls). I admit, I was jealous, and for a while I blamed my sister, but finally when we had a fight and the whole thing came out, I found out why. He and Sheri had started fucking.

My mom and dad knew, of course; he even asked their permission after the first time. Sheri had noticed that Harv seemed interested in her, just like I had, but unlike me, she didn't just want to tease. She took him into the bathroom the first time she realized she was making him uncomfortable and blew him. This had been several years before at least, after she'd had her first time with the babysitter boy. Harv made her promise not to tell anyone, and for a while he resisted the temptation to let her do anything with him again, which was probably why he spent more time with me, because he figured I was safer. Being the youngest girl, I just figured it was my due.

Eventually though, he let her talk him into going to the bathroom and getting off again, and so it became a semi-regular thing; Uncle Harv would come over, see Sheri, get tremendously worked up, and have to excuse himself to the bathroom for a few minutes. He always felt pretty guilty about it, so he kept spending time with me, but it got to the point where even with me, he was having to get up and go to the bathroom again.

And then Sheri got properly done, and she was ready to go. He went to the bathroom, expecting the usual (after all, he didn't know that she'd been with Dad) and instead she was naked and dripping and begging him to satisfy her. Well, being a pedo, and never having had a little girl before, he couldn't resist, but when it took him a fairly long time to emerge from the bathroom and he came out with a naked Sheri right into my father's face, he confessed the whole thing, expecting that my father would kick him out or worse.

My dad wasn't pleased, but once the surprise wore off and he got Harv to shut up for a moment, he told Harv that he trusted that Harv would be a gentleman with his daughter, and that she had to get it somewhere. Harv must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven. So after that, they didn't need to sneak to the bathroom any more, they could go to the rumpus room whenever they wanted. Mari knew, of course, but Mom and Dad felt it would be best if me and Mike didn't get nosy, because we probably would have wanted to watch and I don't think they were ready to explain that to Harv. So Uncle Harv and my sister were fucking regularly. She told me later that he wasn't much in the sack but he was all she had so she took it.

Well after I found out I still was jealous, but differently. So any time Harv was around, I would flaunt myself. I wore ridiculous clothes, rubbed against him, tried to drive him crazy. I knew I couldn't have him yet, but I wanted him to be sorry he'd picked Sheri. What can I say, I was young and stupid.

Fast forward a few years. I was 13 or so, after my first time with a guy outside the family. Sheri had moved on to other things, and Harv was less interested in her now anyway, because she had grown too old and now looked like a young woman. He paid a lot more attention to me, but I had gotten over my jealousy, so I wasn't really trying to make Harv happy.

And then the part that all this is leading up to (I really am going to answer the question, I promise). One night, Uncle Harv brought over a client. The rest of the kids were out somewhere, my Mom had made dinner, and I figured that I would get to say hello to whomever it was and then go upstairs and be bored alone. The client was an old guy, probably close to 70. He wasn't in bad shape, but he was gray and balding and just looked older. His name wasn't Leonard, but it had that feel to it, so Leonard Post he will be. "Hello Mr. Post, welcome to our home," I said. He nodded his head at me, then looked harder at me. I do tend to have that effect on people. He smiled a little too wide, and then my mother ushered me upstairs.

I was reading in my bed with only my underwear on when my dad came in. "Honey, Mr. Post wants you to come down," he said. I wondered why, but guessed that Mr. Post was creepy. I didn't like him much. But I also figured that, boredom or not, this was my chance to be a young adult, and maybe I'd get something special. I was always ready to try to prove how mature I was. So I slipped my dress back on and went downstairs.

Mr. Post was creepy. He just kept staring at me all through desert, while we were all sitting in the living room. When I crossed my legs he smiled a little, but he just looked at me. I felt a little weird.

Everyone else noticed that Mr. Post was staring at me. My mom frowned. My Dad looked at Uncle Harv, who looked at Mr. Post. Then Harv began talking about what a great client Mr. Post was, and how he'd known him for years, and all that. Dad agreed, I think more to make conversation.

But Harv finally worked his way around to the thing he really didn't want to talk about. Mr. Post, he said, was interested in the same things Harv was, and since Dad had been so understanding about one of his daughters... He trailed off. I knew what was going on now. I mean, I had guessed what was on Mr. Post's mind from the start, but now it seemed obvious.

Dad looked pissed, and he took Harv and they went outside. I could hear mumbling through the door. My mom moved a little closer to me, but Mr. Post didn't seem to care. He just kept looking me over. And at a certain point, it started to feel less weird. I started to feel very adult, because I was turning this guy on and everyone was talking about me. So I started talking to Mr. Post. He told me to call him Leonard. The conversation wasn't about anything much, just general topics. I asked him if he had any kids. He said he had two grown daughters, but neither of them were a pretty as me. I blushed at that.

My mother eventually got up and went outside too, I guess because she felt awkward. It wasn't like her sitting there was stopping Leonard from talking to me. And as we talked, he told me about when his daughters had been young, as young as me, and how he had loved them very much. I guess either he had wanted to fuck them or he had fucked them, but now they were too old for him.

I know this sounds like kiddy prostitution or abuse, but my parents never wanted it to happen. They were out there arguing with Harv about this, and eventually I just got up and went and sat on Leonard's lap. He had a stiff cock in his pants, larger than I expected. When I came into contact with it, it jumped and he smiled wide again. And then the natural thing seemed to be to take his hand and put in in my lap.

Harv and my parents came back in to find me and Leonard kissing. We stopped briefly to look at them. I just smiled. Harv looked very pleased. My father looked about ready to kill someone. My mom didn't look surprised, but she didn't look happy either. "If you don't mind, the child and I would like a little privacy," said Leonard with a smile. I can remember exactly how he said it. It was polite but firm, like he had expected nothing else. I don't know why, but it was incredibly arousing too. I nodded, then turned back and began kissing Leonard again.

Later I found out that it was my mother who convinced my father to let it alone. I think she knew what I was feeling, and she didn't want to cause a fuss. I know, it sounds odd saying that she didn't want to cause a fuss when a 70 year old man was about to fuck her 13 year old daughter in her living room, but with my mother, it's just like that. Harv was pleased as punch, although I think he would have liked to stay and watch. My dad was jealous and angry. He didn't think it was a good idea. He never really forgave Uncle Harv for bringing this guy over, even though he knew it would make a client happy and probably make him a lot of money. Again, it sounds like prostitution, but really I just wanted to fuck him. He seduced me, in a strange way, and the circumstances seduced me a little too. I felt like I was helping my father and his boss and being adult. Looking back, it seems a little silly, but that's how I felt.

We were alone in the living room, just slowly kissing. He tasted like chocolate from desert. I don't think he had any idea that I was as experienced as I was, because he was moving so slowly, just kissing and occasionally stroking his hand up my thigh. After a while, he picked me up (I wasn't small, but not as large as I am now) and laid me back on the couch and just stood and looked at me. Come to think of it, it was probably the look that got me. He seemed like he only had eyes for me, and when I was younger I was a sucker for that kind of thing. Now I understand that it was just lust, but lust is still sexy.

I just lay there and let him look, and then let him slowly unbutton my dress and spread it wide. It was a frock with buttons all the way down, so you could just spread it open like a coat. Usually I didn't unbutton it all the way, but I let him do it. I think he was a little surprised that I wasn't shy about being naked, even slipping my arms out of the sleeves to be more naked for him. I could see his cock rock hard jutting out of his pants, and I confess that I wanted him to hurry up. I was young and impatient and horny. But I knew he was in control, and I got off on being submissive.

He sat me up and took off my bra, then kissed and suckled at my tiny tits, stroking his hands up and down my back, playing with my hair. When he slipped his fingers into the back of my panties and cupped my buttocks, I felt a tiny shiver of excitement. And then he asked me if he could lick my no-no. He really said that, used no-no instead of pussy or cunt, words I'd been using along with vagina for years. It made me giggle, it was just so silly and stupid. But he took that for a yes and slipped my panties off and smelled them (really) and then gently spread my legs and gazed at my almost-hairless snatch. I hadn't started shaving yet, because I wanted pubes to prove I was getting older (and to trick older guys into thinking I was older too) but I barely had peach fuzz, and he dove right it and started gently licking.

I felt almost religious, like I was some altar at which he was worshipping. Men who like little girls are like that. They want to worship. His tongue wasn't as gentle as his hands, but I didn't care, and I had a nice slow and passionate O, which he lapped up like warm milk and couldn't get enough. But finally I think his lower brain must have been taking over, because he was getting more urgent, and he eventually stood and looked down at me again. "You remind me of my daughters, but you're so much more beautiful," he said, almost to himself. Well that melted me. I would have let him spank me at that point, or tie me up. I was putty. Fortunately he didn't want to do that, or if he did he didn't do it.

He asked me if I wanted to touch his pee-pee, and that made me giggle again because he was just being ridiculous. "I'm not a baby," I said with as much adult-ness as I could muster. "It's called a penis, but I like to call it a cock." He smiled. "And I want to suck it, not just touch it," I said. Sheri's influence coming through, there.

Well his cock was definitely not in need of Viagra, or he'd taken some before. It was large, much larger than my brother or the other boys I'd been with. Not as big as my dad's, but possibly thicker. He just dropped his pants and let it out. It was leaking precum. I sat on the couch and licked and sucked until he was crying out. But he didn't cum. His balls seemed to swell up in my hands, and the head of his circumcised prick got almost purple. Finally he gently shooed me away.

"You're not a virgin?"

"I'm not a baby."

"Then you know what I'm about to do."

I remember that exchange too, because I did. He said it almost like it was just business, and in a weird way the impersonal tone was more arousing than if he'd claimed to love me. I just nodded. "What's your favorite position?" he wanted to know. I haven't had too many guys ask me that, actually. It was sort of like that Tenacious D song. I told him I wanted him on top of me, and he smiled again. Then he got on his knees in front of me, sitting on the couch, and leaned me back and took my legs and spread them.

When he entered me the first time I came. I won't lie, it wasn't the best orgasm I've ever had. But he stretched me wide, and he seemed to know that I didn't need any gentle strokes. He plunged into me, bottomed out on the first stroke. The electricity was incredible. I cried out and wrapped my legs around his waist. He just ground into me, without thrusting. I think I would have cum harder if he had thrust, but the grinding stimulated me nicely. "My cock likes it inside you, can you tell?" he said to me. "He's getting bigger." I don't think it was really true; I was probably tightening down on him. But whatever.

When I looked past his shoulder I saw my parents and Uncle Harv standing in the door to the dining room. My father looked mad but didn't look homicidal. Harv looked positively beet-red. My mother had a small smile on her face. It wasn't a happy smile, just a smile.

Leonard began thrusting finally and I lost control and came again. It was softer and longer, and he probably didn't notice. I asked him to kiss me and he did, and we kissed and fucked for a minute. Then he broke away and told me he knew I wanted his seed in my belly. I don't think he actually knew that, but he wanted to cum inside me and he wanted me to want it. I did want it, so it was fortunate that there was no reason not to.

And then he came, finally, and I'm glad I let him cum inside me because it was like a firehose. He must have been blueballing bad. He just pumped and pumped and pumped. I came again when the splashes on my womb got to be too much. And he never stopped thrusting. By the time he finally spent all he had, my inner thighs and pussy and belly were coated in jizm.

He seemed like he just wanted to lie there, still inside me, and he lay there for a moment or two, then gave me a big kiss and slipped out of me. I looked down and there was a puddle on the floor and spunk just draining out of my wide-open cunt. I just wanted to lie there too, so I didn't do anything until finally my Daddy picked me up in his arms and took me up to bed.

So that was the oldest guy I've ever fucked. The aftermath was unpleasant; Dad was pissed at Uncle Harv, and a little at Mom, and he didn't want to be with me for a few days, like he was afraid I was going to dirty him somehow. Mom told him he was being childish, that he'd never reacted like this before, and eventually he got over most of it. The first time he made love to me after that was epic. It was like he wanted to prove that he was the better man, mark his territory, that kind of thing. He actually kept me home from school. I had woken up in the morning to find Dad sitting on my bed watching me sleep, stroking his cock idly. Once I was awake he told me that he was sorry he'd been a jerk, and would I forgive him. Of course I forgave him, and he climbed under the covers with me and got between my legs and slipped into me without saying a word. When Mom came to tell me that I was going to be late, Dad just looked at her, and she said she'd call school and let them know.

And then Daddy and I stayed in bed most of the day. After he came inside me the first time, we cuddled, and he told me that he would never let anything like that happen again. I told him I didn't mind, that he hadn't let it happen, that I had wanted to. I even told him that I had wanted to fuck Uncle Harv when I was younger too. He kissed me, and we kissed, and then it was like a miracle because he was up again, pulled me on top of him, and we made love that way, with me riding. I came three times before he painted my foyer again, and then I stayed lying on his chest, and we sort of dozed for a while. Mom brought up lunch and woke us up, and we ate in bed, naked. Then I wanted desert, and Dad seemed bound and determined, so after some oral action from his daughter he was ready to go again. I was expecting this time to be taken from behind, but he laid me down on the bed and just kissed and stroked me for a long time, until I was writhing, then he got between my legs and took me a third time missionary. And I just came over and over, lost track of time, and Dad eventually seemed like he was wearing out and was just trying to cum once more for his daughter. Finally I told him to take me from behind, because he gets more pleasure that way, and he kissed me and said what a terrific girl I was, and then helped me to my hands and knees and rutted me from behind until finally he gasped and yelled that he was cumming. After that ordeal I knew he wasn't going anywhere, so we lazed out the afternoon in bed, dozing and cuddling.

After that, things were back to normal. And then Mr. Post died, and Harv confessed that he suspected that Mr. Post had only come looking for me because he knew he was dying. So Dad sort of moved on from that. We didn't go to the funeral, but I did feel a little weird because I imagined that I was the last person to have sex with him before he died, and I'd never fucked anyone who was now dead. The next time Harv came over I told Dad that I was going to the basement with Uncle Harv, and I finally got over my jealousy by letting Dad's boss feel me up hurriedly and then fuck me up against a wall. Sheri was right, he wasn't much. I only came once, and he only lasted a few minutes.

About a year after that, Uncle Harv died too, in a car accident. We went to that funeral. And Dad left business shortly thereafter. So that was a very long answer to a very short question, but hopefully you enjoyed it. Keep them coming at lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com so I can keep telling long-winded stories.

I Could Title All My Posts "Busy"

And it wouldn't be a lie. But busy is good, because it means I'm working, and not looking for work, which I hate. But busy also means little time for social life, and little time for social life means little news to report even if I had time to report it. This will, of course, all be coming to an end sooner than I'd like, and then I'll be back in the part of the cycle where I look for work as opposed to the part where I am working. Which sucks in a different and altogether less fun way. Still...

James and Sveta came to see the show I'm working on. I'm backstage the whole time, but after the show, they came back and complimented me on my work. Sveta looked like she was a bit intimidated, by being backstage at a theater, by me, by the show, I don't know.

So since they were there, we all went out afterward for late night snacks. I would have taken them to a bar, but minors don't have much fun in bars I've found. So we went for pie.

In the diner they filled me in on their lives while I've been busy. They meet nearly every day after school in the green room (that's the actor hang-out room for those of you who don't sprechen theatre) at the school which is never locked and usually doesn't have anyone in it. There's a couch there, and usually the kids are so wound up that James just bends Sveta over the arm, pulls her panties out of the way, and takes her from behind. They say they're still using condoms, and I told them that was best (it really is, really). It was so erotic listening to the two of them sitting there holding hands, eating pie and talking about fucking in a deserted room at school. Sveta has apparently developed quite the taste for cum; she sucks James off whenever he wants.

I could have told them that I had done the same thing when I was in high school (and junior high actually) but I let them think they were being adventurous (well, they are, so let them think it, they don't need me one-upping them). When Sveta giggled that she had actually sucked James off behind the gym during school (why is it always behind the gym? I mean, I did it there too, but that's where everything happens) I nearly creamed my panties. I just had to have something right then.

So I whispered across the table that I was feeling really needy right now, and would they like to come back to my place. I think they probably shouldn't have, because it was late enough that they should have been home, but they both said yes, so we all hightailed it back to my house, speeding all the way. Once inside, I pulled my top off and dropped my pants and just stood there in my underwear (all black to match the rest of my outfit) until James started kissing me. Sveta just stood back and watched.

I got naked, he got naked, and I told him that since he couldn't have me for long, he had to have me in the ass. Sveta's eyes widened a little, but I think she was interested, and when I got on my hands and knees and James started pressing against my rosebud, she moved in to take a good look. Her hands were rubbing the front of her pants too. "Some time I'm really going to have to show you how good this feels," I said to her, which maybe was too forward, but she didn't seem to mind.

James knew well enough to lube up, and he popped into my ass like a charm. He was working away behind me, and I got very forward and asked Sveta if she would like to finger me to feel James' cock in my butt. I still can't believe I asked her, and I really can't believe she nodded, like she had been waiting for me to ask, like she had really wanted to but had been afraid to ask herself. She sat down next to me and reached her hand under my thighs and gingerly at first rubbed my pussy opening. "James, why don't you show her how I like it," I said to James, and he reached down and helped Sveta's fingers find my hole and go up inside. Her delicate little fingers made me cum, partially from the thought of it more than anything else.

Sveta got into it after a while, and I suggested that she lie down so she could see what she was doing. And there she was, lying there partially underneath me, looking up as she stuck her fingers in my cunt and her boyfriend fucked my ass hard. When he finally came (which made me cum again) and pulled out, she looked like she could have just stayed there even without him. She kept stroking my pussy for a minute after he moved away.

And then I had to ask. "You kids should probably go; it's getting late. But before you go Sveta... can I kiss you goodnight?" If she reacted badly, I could just give her a peck on the cheek. She sat up and blushed and nodded, and I scooted over to her, me naked, her still completely clothed, and our lips met.

I could tell she was nervous, but she didn't pull away, so I put my arms around her and gave her a nice slow passionate kiss. I didn't work the tongue, but our mouths did open a little. Our eyes stared into one another. And then I knew it was time to break off, so I did. James had been putting his pants on, but he stopped to watch us kiss, and I could see his cock coming up again. But it was too late to do anything about that, for which I'm sorry. I don't know, maybe he stuck it in her out in the car. Maybe she sucked him off. I kind of hope not, because of cleanliness and all, but another part of me finds that incredibly sexy to think about.

Well, after that kiss, unless I was planning to move forward with it, there really wasn't much to say. I showed them out, still naked. Sveta had a dreamy look on her face. I think we're ready to muddy the waters of her sexuality a bit. When there's a little more time, definitely. But like first times or first anal, first sex with a gal is something you shouldn't rush. I can't wait for her to come back. I'm sitting here with James' cum dripping out of my ass, but I'm only really thinking of Sveta. I think I'll have her over by herself, just a gals' night out. It's not fair for James to get to watch our first time, I don't think. Anyone have any opinions? They can comment, or send them to lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com.

Well, I've got a busy day tomorrow too, so I should sleep. I'm really wishing I had another guy to fuck to put me to sleep right, but I guess I'll have to go without (like usual).

In Flagrante

The images below have been removed because of Blogger's new no-nudes policy.  Sorry :(

It's not fair of me to post only pictures of me just lounging around au naturale. Because it's more exciting to post pictures of me, candid snapshots if you will, which include my favorite activity, namely, sex. Since I'm still on the fence about self-censorship, you're not going to see any hardcore shots. Maybe you should write and try to convince me at lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com if you're interested in seeing some more graphic shots. But I'll whet your appetite.


Okay, this is me in my dorm room, taken by my college roomie as I was taken from behind by a very attractive black classmate. My roomie (whom I really must talk about at some point) was naked too, and we were all pretty drunk. He wound up finishing me, taking another slug of tequila, and starting in on her without missing a beat. His cum tasted like tequila by the end of the night, but maybe that was just me.


This is a little harder to tell, but that's me on the bottom and Mari on top. This is a holiday snap shot of me trying out my newest strap-on. And yes, I have it in her butthole. She went through a phase where she liked to be buggered with strap-ons. It was a short-lived phase, but I enjoyed it while I had it. One more...


Me atop Mike. I took this one myself, one hand supporting, one holding the camera. I was riding him because he'd had a hard day (not good hard either), as you might be able to tell from his body language. I don't mind reverse cowgirl as a position, and it's the only way I enjoy being on top for anal. Anyway, I took this (well, the larger picture from which this is cropped) for Mike to cheer him up on a class trip, since he wouldn't have anyone to stick his dick in. As it turned out, he managed to stick his dick in something. I'll have to tell that story, or get him to tell it.

Hope you enjoy the other side of me. That's what I look like making love. Now you can better picture me as you read my stories.

I Wish I Were Independently Wealthy

Because then I wouldn't have to work so hard. I might work so hard anyway, but at least I wouldn't have to worry about getting poorer while I did it. Don't go into the theatre, I beg you. Not because I'm trying to do something nice for you by warning you away, but because I don't want any competition.

So now that that's out of my system... I'm sure some readers might wonder whether my parents ever used sex to get the kids to do something. Like a treat for behaving well, something like that. And to those people who don't already know the answer, I say, "What color is the sky on your planet?" Of course my parents used all the leverage they had.

I remember once I got a bad grade on a midterm evaluation, and my Dad told me that he wouldn't make love to dummies, and if I didn't get that grade up, I wouldn't be able to get him up either. And so for a week, I didn't get any loving at all from him. After a week I showed him my latest grade, which was much better, and he said that he felt much better about it now, but that until report card time came I had to do all the work. Then he led me quite seriously upstairs and lay down on his bed with his cock sticking up in the air and waited. I was so hard up for him (not that I hadn't been getting it elsewhere, but he's my Daddy and I missed him inside me) that I popped a button off getting out of my uniform, and I didn't even bother to blow him first, just straddled his hips and lowered my pelvis until he was all the way in. And true to his word, he made me ride him every time I wanted him until the report card came and the grade was better. I celebrated by getting down on my knees while he was still signing the form and sucking his beautiful cock until he just had to fuck me hard.

That was in high school. When I was younger and all three sisters were in school, report card day used to be very taxing for Dad. Sheri was never the best student, but she tried her best, and Mari always got straight As so she always got rewarded. So we'd all come home with our report cards and strip and stand there naked waiting for Dad to come in and see them. He'd go to Mari first, take a look (always a quick one because every grade was easy to tell; they were all the same) and give her a kiss and a squeeze. Then he'd move on to Sheri and tut tut over her grades, but in the end he always gave her a big hug and kiss and told her that he knew she had tried her best. And then I'd get the attention, and Dad would raise an eyebrow over a mark he thought was too low or make a little O face at a mark he thought was really high, and then I'd get a kiss and a squeeze too. And then we'd sweetly put out report cards down and jump him and just kiss him all over.

Wrestling would turn to kissing, and kissing into making love. Usually Dad would shoo me and Mari off to one side eventually, and then he'd fuck Sheri the way he always does, with her lying flat on her face and him behind her pressing down. Mari and I liked to watch, and we might start making out on the couch while we watched, and then since Mari wasn't interested in cocks, I would eat her out until she begged for mercy. Usually I finished her before Dad finished with Sheri, although once I felt him enter me as I was still licking Mari's cunt, and then Sheri pushed me away and Dad and I made love while she finished Mari.

But usually Dad would leave Sheri lying on her face with cum sprayed up and down her backside, and I would go over and clean him off and try as hard as I could to get him hard again, because once he was, I knew it was my turn. And then I'd get my turn, face to face on the floor because Dad knows that's my favorite. Feeling him thrust into the cradle of my thighs... breathtaking. Sometimes Mari or Sheri would come and squat over my face and I'd get to lick them, and sometimes they would kneel and bend so Dad could lick them too.

And of course, after a certain point my brother was in the mix as well. He and Mom joined in, with Mom letting him fuck her any way he wanted if he got good grades. Actually, even if he got really bad grades, which he did on occasion, although I think he's probably the smartest of all of us. Still watching Dad plow Sheri and Mike plow Mom right next to each other was enough to turn me on, let me tell you. It wasn't a ritual, just a reward for good grades.

Then, after Dad filled me as full as a second load from him can fill me (I've mentioned that he doesn't cum quickly and hardly ever repeats quickly) Dad usually took Mom and sat back and watched as the kids got busy. I remember the last time that happened, before Mari graduated high school. Not when she graduated; that was a much bigger party. But the term before, even though Sheri's grades were down and I was having trouble too, we still all made love together. It wound up with Mari actually letting Mike fuck her, and we were all in a row, me, Sheri, and Mari, and he would fuck away for a while at one pussy, then shift to the next, while the girl on the side would reach over and give the recently-vacated cunt some finger action. And Dad, strangely enough, got it up again and joined in the line, and then Mom got down at the head of the line, and so it was one big assembly line of love.

When Mike announced that he wanted ass, Sheri and I moved away from the line and Dad kept fucking Mom and Mari. Come to think of it, that was one of the last times I saw Dad fucking Mari. They don't often. Mom finally admitted defeat and sat back to watch, and Dad and Mari genuinely looked happy, with her legs wrapped around him and his cock buried in her. They were kissing and he was fondling her breasts, and it was just the sweetest thing.

Meanwhile, I was torn away from watching when Mike's cock popped into my ass, and Sheri said she wanted to eat me out, so we 69ed while Mike fucked my ass energetically for a kid his age. This was when anal was still quite new to him. He rammed himself into me up to his balls and I came as Sheri nipped my clit with her teeth, and I nipped her back and then felt Mike pump a huge load into my colon. I felt it sloshing around.

Anyway, more often than not, Dad denying sex was just a threat to get us to keep our grades up, since he loves making love to me and my sisters. But occasionally he did cut me off at least. Mari never had to worry. Sheri could have been cut off, but I think Dad knew it wouldn't matter as much to her. But for me, it was an effective carrot/stick.

Reddi-Wip

I'm tired but can't sleep right now, so I thought I'd tell you a little story about my misspent youth. I'd like to state at the outset that I'm not in any way suggesting that what I'm about to tell you is a good idea. It is, in fact, a bad idea. Very bad. But I didn't know that at the time. I was a lot younger and I didn't know things I know now.

It was a year or so after I got popped, and I was getting bored with the same old things. My brother wasn't old enough and the only guy I could have was my Dad, and while I love him to death, I was going through a phase where I wasn't interested in the ordinary stuff. So one day, either a weekend or during the summer, I don't remember, I bought some whipped cream in a can and was fooling around with it in the bathroom. I tried covering my tits in patterns and wished I had someone to lick them off, so I stopped doing that. In fact, I was almost ready to throw in the towel and just eat the rest of it straight out of the can (which my parents would definitely have disapproved of if they'd known, which was part of the thrill) when I thought to myself that maybe I could use it to make myself feel like a guy had spunked inside me.

I put the nozzle in my little cunny and pressed it hard, and it felt really nice, if a bit cold. So I just kept filling myself up until it was spurting out around my fingers and dripping on the floor. Very fun stuff. I had my dildo with me for just such a purpose, so I started fucking myself with it slowly, the whipped cream splurting out around the rubber cock. I wish I had photos. The dildo pushed cream deeper into me and made some room, so I filled up again and kept penetrating and then squirting more cream in until I could feel myself full of it.

It was fun, and I decided that what would be even more fun would be someone to share it with, so after I cleaned up as best I could, I hunted down Mari and told her what I had been doing. She thought it sounded pretty silly, but she wasn't averse to having some fun, so we pulled on some clothes (probably too little clothes, really, but we didn't care) and headed back to the supermarket, bought another can (lord only knows what the cashier, who had just seen me buying one an hour before, thought) and went giggling home.

This time we used the rest of the old can to make nipple sundaes, which were very tasty if a little small. Then I stuck the can in my pussy and filled myself as full as I could stand with fluff, and Mari lay down on the floor and told me to drip it into her mouth. It was hard to squirt it back out because the canned whipped cream loses its whipped-ness when you squeeze it, but it oozed out kind of like thin cum, got all over Mari's face and lips. She licked herself off, licked me off too, and then tried the can in her own pussy. She was able to hold more because she was older and deeper, and with a little practice she was able to squeeze out little ribbons of cream, still whipped, from her pussy. It was one of the most erotic things I'd ever seen, and I had to eat her out right there, and we forgot about the can for a while.

Actually, we forgot about the can forever; I don't think we ever did that again. It wasn't that it wasn't fun, or that we learned it wasn't safe, or anything like that. It was just that once I did it, I didn't want to do the same thing again. Neither of us got infections or anything, nothing bad happened. And now I wish we could do it again, because it really was silly. And I bet Sheri could fit the whole can in her pussy and then use it like a double dildo. So many possibilities.

Anyway, sorry I've been a little quiet, but I really am very busy, so for a week or so I'll be less active than I like. Still, I'll try to fit something in here and there. I don't think James, Sveta, and I are in the cards for a week at least, though, so no news to report there.

Oh To Be Young Again

And also a robot. Sorry, couldn't resist. Love that show, so glad it's come back. Anyway...

So, as today was the last day I'm going to have off for a while, I made plans to have James and Sveta over for "tea." No, I'm not reverting to the slang of my parents' generation. I didn't offer them any cannabis. I just invited them over after school.

They weren't sure they would be able to make it, but I made it plain that there would be fun to be had and that I would let them do pretty much whatever they wanted, and I guess neither of them had had any since last Saturday, so they showed up. Actually, they just went home a few hours ago. I'm sitting here typing naked again. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

They arrived together, which is always a good sign, and I was in much more exciting underwear than last time. I promised Sveta I would hunt up some exciting things for her to wear too, and since my sisters have both left underwear around, I figured there'd be a nice selection. I sat James down on the couch and led Sveta into the other room (well, the hallway anyway) to try some on.

When we both came back wearing cute little things, his eyes lit up. I wore purple lace undies you can see right through, and she picked out Mari's pink thong and a bra of Sheri's that didn't really fit (too large) but was pink and matched and was a better fit than anything else in pink. I flaunted, she was a little nervous, but eventually we just got to fooling around (not sexually) like it was a fashion show. James' cock was making a tent, so I told Sveta she should go over and let the monster out, and she was only too happy to oblige.

Once James was naked it was only a short step for Sveta to be naked too, and I felt a little left out as they made out on the couch. Sveta can't get enough of James petting her pussy now; it's so funny to think that only a few weeks ago she was a terrified virgin. I asked her if she would mind sharing him with me, and she just nodded, her head thrown back, her hand holding his over her cute little pussy.

I gave him a warm-up blowjob, then I told Sveta it was time for lessons. I told you I'm getting into teacher mode. She reluctantly broke off and knelt with me, and together we stroked James, then I started her on the finer points of sucking cock. She can't deepthroat but I promised her it would come with practice, and I think James will give her the chance to do all the practicing she needs. He's a good starter cock for that: not too large, not too small. And he doesn't have bad habits like grabbing your head and forcing it.

James moaned that he was about to cum, and I told Sveta to keep her mouth open and not to swallow just yet. He filled her mouth, and although a little spilled out over her lips, the look of this cute little teen with a wide-open mouthful of cum was just too precious. I wanted to kiss her, to suck the cum out of her mouth, but I resolved that if it would happen, she would have to make the first move. She didn't seem put off by having me touch her, but I wasn't sure she wanted anything between us.

She swallowed, very pretty, while I cleaned the last of James' cum out of him, and by the time I was done I could tell that she needed release too. So I smacked James on the ass and told him to get down there. He ate her out quite successfully, but I was busy bringing him back to life so I missed most of it. I did look up when she started making more noise and was rewarded by seeing her gush. It never gets old. And James was quite the pro, just kept licking and munching and didn't mind the mouthful (or face-full) of juices. I called him over after she was done to lick some off his face. She tastes mild, slightly musky, very feminine.

James was ready to fuck by then, and Sveta didn't look like she was ready for anything right then (or maybe I'm just selfish) so I just patted my own ass and told him to get back there. I felt him pressing against my anus and scolded him away, because I didn't want to do any swapping with anal this time. I wasn't sure how Sveta would feel, for one thing. She's not ready for anal. He plunged into my pussy easily and I came just as he bottomed out. I'm afraid my orgasm was no competition for Sveta's, but I have more of them. She sat up and watched us and idly played with herself (which was very sexy to watch) and we talked. They still hadn't tried doggy style and she asked me what that was like. I just couldn't help looking at her fingers dipping into her honey pot, and I think she noticed too.

Finally, after I came again (mostly from watching Sveta), I told James that she deserved some of the same. I pointed out the condoms on the side (I really should make him wear one with me too) and she put one on him like it was the first time she'd tried it. I had to crawl over and help her. Then I helped her to her hands and knees, told her to arch her back a little and raise her butt, and held her shoulders while James got behind and penetrated her. She gasped but not in pain; there was a big smile on her face. I think she might be a lifetime convert to rear entry now.

Once James got a rhythm started they both just got into it, but unfortunately he came pretty quickly and she didn't. I motioned him down, helped her to her back (and copped several feels I'm ashamed to add, but they were very nice feels and frankly, I'm pretty sure she knew) and had him go to town on her again while I carefully pulled off the condom, cleaned him up, and then fed the cum inside to Sveta as she lay there approaching orgasm.

She came again, stronger this time, got James' hair wet, and he managed to keep her going through three strong spurts and a minute or so of climax. I pulled out the water pitcher (I came prepared) and we all had a drink.

James was ready to go again, and it was getting late, and I'll be honest, I needed him to cum inside me at least once, so since he had been doing lots of hard work I laid him back and rode him. Sveta was fascinated, watching my tits do their little (very little since they're so damn small, especially compared to hers, which I bet bounce beautifully) bounce, and his cock jut up into my cunt, disappearing between my legs with each bounce. She wanted to know what my favorite position was, and was a little surprised when I told her. James said he was sorry, that he would only fuck me that way from now on, and I shushed him and told him any way he wanted was great. I hope he doesn't take that too literally.

James said (a little breathlessly, but he's getting the hang of conversing and fucking) that his favorite was probably doggy style, and Sveta said she would be sure to remember that. She begged off answering because she hasn't had enough experience to make an informed choice. Then she came around and asked if it was all right with me if she kissed him. I practically grabbed her head and forced it to his.

Watching them making out while I fucked him was sweet, in all senses of the word. I had a mini-O and accidentally grabbed Sveta's back to steady myself, and when she didn't do anything about it I just kept a hand there. She even shifted a little so she was brushing against my hip every time I went down. I started petting her back, getting friskier and friskier, until my hand was resting on her bare ass and I just loved it. I stopped myself from actively feeling her up because I realized that she probably thought I was James. He gasped after a moment and moved his hands to my hips, which is a sure sign of impending explosion. And she looked up at me and I could tell that she didn't mind at all that I had my hand on her butt.

He came, not much but it was nice anyway, and I rolled off and lay there, and without asking, Sveta came and started cleaning James' cock off. She's going to be a great lover with just a little practice. And then she gave me a questioning look, then proceeded to scoop the cum out of my pussy with a finger. She asked me how it felt, said how she wished she could feel that, asked about birth control. It was kind of surreal, having this nubile teen (I use that word in the classical sense) scooping cum out of my pussy delicately with a finger, licking it off, and talking about the pill.

I tried to fill her in, but I'll confess that I was really getting close, even from her light touch, and eventually I had to stop her because I was afraid I was going to go off. James came over and finished me, but Sveta watched, and when I nodded encouragingly, she even put a hand on my tummy to feel the spasms.

Then they had to leave. But next time, I swear we're going to discuss some bisexuality with Sveta, because she's raring to go. I can't wait to teach her how to eat me out, and I really can't wait to taste her gushes first-hand. It's been too long since I've had a girl gush like that in my mouth. I want to teach them everything, how to please each other and other people. I want to be there the first time he takes her in the ass. And rest assured, that will happen soon. Once I have a little more free time. And I want to have a proper threesome with them, everyone fucking everyone.

So yeah, they had to leave and I was still really horny. So Dad was upstairs, and he knew exactly what had been going on downstairs, but he just took one look at me, disheveled and almost naked (I never did actually take off the underwear, just pushed them to one side) and gave me a big bear hug. We didn't go back to the rumpus room, we went up to his bedroom. Mom was already there, but she just slid over a little and let Dad lay me down on the bed, shuck his clothes, and plow me. God, I'm sorry James, but no one fucks like Daddy. He had me screaming for mercy, and he pumped me full of cream. I wish Sveta had been there. She would have loved eating Dad's cum. And maybe she would have loved being fucked by Dad too. I wish I could tell them. But I'm definitely not going to, probably not ever.

So now Dad's cum is still churning around in my belly, and I can dip my hand down into my panties and scoop some out every so often, but I bet it will still be leaking come morning. I hope tonight treats you as well as it's treated me.