I'm Still Here

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

Sorry for not posting in so long. I've just been a little run down and depressed. I didn't get to spend anywhere near enough time with Mike when he was here, and I'm still hunting for a job and not getting one, and to top it all off I've been sick.

I know, I shouldn't bitch. But since I got sick when we went to see Aunt Jenny and that meant that I didn't get to have any fun at all, I'm just a little pissed off. I didn't even get to make love with Mike one more time before he left. I spent most of the day in the bathroom. Not pleasant.

Then, to top it all off, this week was Spring Break for Sveta and James, and I haven't seen either one of them all week because I've been out of it. I haven't seen either of them in weeks now. I talked to them on the phone, but I haven't seen them. So I haven't been able to further explore Sveta's inhibitions (and by explore, I of course mean break down and fuck her) and I haven't been able to give James any butt love. Especially not that last thing; nothing has gone into my ass all week. Unpleasant.

Kate wants to see me again too, and I don't know when that's going to happen. I think James and Sveta first, maybe this weekend if we can. But I'm just missing Mike so much. Even Dad has commented on it. He's not jealous, just worried. I think he wishes he could make up for it. But he just can't. I miss Mike. Hell, I miss Sheri and Mari too. I want us to all be together as a family again. Not even for the sex, just because I miss them, being around them, and let's not forget the sex.

So yeah, I just haven't really been in the mood to tell dirty stories, and nothing particularly naughty has happened to me in the past week to talk about. Sorry guys. I've just been sitting around listening to sad music and trying to find jobs that don't suck. Anyone know of any?

To make it up to you, I'll show you a picture my roomie took of me in college. It doesn't involve anyone I miss (well, actually, sometimes I miss my roomie a lot, but it's not the same thing) so hopefully it will take my mind off of things. Probably not, but you might enjoy it anyway.


It's dark because it was, but hopefully you can see that I'm happy. This guy was in a math class of mine. Not much of a math student, but we had fun joking around. He asked me out on a date a couple of times, and since I wasn't really interested in dating at that point (just got out of a relationship) I put him off, not really denying, just telling him not right now. I'm sure we've all done that at one point or another, let someone dangle a little because you can. Okay, maybe not everyone, but I have. I tried not to be cruel. Anyway, when my roommate brought him home one night, we were both a little surprised. Well, we were all three a little surprised, actually.

I was going to leave, but my roomie told me to stay, and just started explaining the whole thing to this guy. About how I wasn't really interested in a relationship, but how I thought he was cute. I don't know what he was thinking. She was always blunt like that. Finally she said she would leave and let us talk, and I told her to stay put, and said that I still wasn't interested in dating him at that point, but it wouldn't be fair for her to bring him home and then for nothing to happen. I mean, they obviously weren't "dating," he was just seeing her for a fuck. I told him that it was fine to see both of us for a fuck. And fuck we did. He wasn't nerdy, but I think it was probably the first time he'd had a threesome. But he didn't bat an eye. And when she pulled out a camera, he didn't even seem to care.
I had a lot of fun with my roomie, and damnit, now I miss her too. I should give her a call and see how she is; it's been a month or so since I spoke to her last.

But to finish the story, after that, she and he and I had a few more fun times, either separately or together. Then he wanted to get more serious, and she wasn't that kind of gal, and I still wasn't really interested, and he found out that we were seeing other guys too, so he pitched a fit and we never really spoke again. Fortunately I only had to deal with a few more weeks of sitting next to him. I'm pretty sure he failed the class, possibly because he was spending too much time obsessing over me. I didn't fail, so I don't know what his problem was. And we managed to avoid one another from then on.

Okay, that didn't work out like I planned, but the picture stays up. Hopefully I'll feel better after a weekend of fun. I'd say it's kinda unlikely, but who knows.

Mike's Inside Me Right Now

So Mike showed up this afternoon for Spring Break. Yay!

And we're actually posting this while I'm sitting on his cock. It's not as easy to do as you might think; I have a hard time typing and we can't both fit under the desk so I've got to hold the keyboard on my lap which is tough. But we thought we'd do it for a laugh.

Ooh, he just was naughty and switched from my pussy to my ass without warning me. It's different from blogging with a dildo or a vibe in you. God I missed him so much. He's going to stay tonight, go with us to Aunt Jenny's tomorrow, and then he's off somewhere else. Maybe I can talk him into staying another couple of days.

He just told me he couldn't stay longer. Then he started distracting me with a hand on my breasts and one between my legs. We're going to have to stop posting because I can't concentrate on typing and getting fucked by my little brother. That's so sexy to type that with him in my ass. I wish I had a webcam so we could show off for you.

Okay, really have to go now. Should be sleeping but we're not. Mike says hi.

Sheri and Anal

It might seem odd that my brother's first time with anal was with me and not Sheri. After all, she's the adventurous one in the family. And I guess it's a little odd. It may have seemed like my brother and I discovered anal on our own, and in a way we did. But we both knew about it before we accidentally tried it, and who knows, maybe without the accident we would have done it that day anyway.

Sheri started with anal pretty much right out of the gate. I actually was lucky enough to get to watch her one of her first times. She had actually been trying out toys in her ass for a number of years, before she even had her first period. She liked penetration, and since she couldn't do that without Daddy's approval, she tried penetrating other holes instead. She was thinking, she confided in me later, that if she had to wait too much longer to get to fuck, she might sneak some cock in the back way and it wouldn't really count. I know a number of girls who feel that way, actually; I knew a girl in college who was still a virgin in her cunt but had sucked and fucked with the best of them, just in her ass. She was popular, more popular than a virgin has any right to be.

Anyway, Sheri finally was free to fuck, but she wanted to try anal right away and Dad wouldn't do it. She sought out another guy, older than her by a number of years, and told him she wanted him to fuck her little ass. You don't say no to that, especially not if it's my sister doing the asking. She came back that evening with a smile on her face like the cat who ate the canary, and she told Mari and me that it was great and she couldn't wait to try it again.

Eventually though, she wanted a big cock, not a tiny teen cock, and she kept pestering Daddy to do her the back way. He wouldn't budge. Finally he and Mom, I think to get some peace and quiet, invited a friend of theirs, call him Fred, in his 20s, to do her up right for her birthday. They'd known the guy's parents and knew him since he was a baby, and I'm pretty sure his family had a similar arrangement to ours, and that probably there had been some sharing going on. They told him they would let him give their daughter what she wanted for her birthday, but everyone had to watch, as an educational experience I guess. I think they wanted to watch to make sure he wouldn't hurt her, and Mari wanted to watch out of curiosity, and so Mike and I wanted to watch too because it was what the big kids were doing.

I don't know how many times Sheri had been fucked in the ass by then, but even her boasting was pretty low, so I imagine only a few times. She looked a little nervous. Fred had known her since she was a newborn, and now he looked really excited to get to fuck her. I bet he was one of the guys she sucked off before she was allowed to have sex. His cock was much larger than any teen boy's, close in size to my dad, or what my brother is like now.

Now that I think about it, my parents might have been trying to teach Sheri a lesson too, making us all watch. Well, not making, letting. I think Sheri was hoping that Fred would carry her upstairs or to the rumpus room, but he just grinned and pulled off his boxers and there was his cock. Mom liked the look of it too, and I know I was interested in it. It was one of the first cocks I'd seen on someone not in my family.

Sheri asked meekly if he needed her to suck him off first, and he told her no, he wanted to lube her up good if she was really serious about putting his hog in her shoot. I think those were his exact words, but I was young and I don't have a photographic or stereophonic memory. She nodded hesitantly and then bent over (she was already naked of course) and presented him with her pert little backside. He spent a long time massaging the lube all over her, trying to loosen her up. He said she reminded him of the first girl he'd ever fucked in the ass. My father asked him if she had been this young, and Fred shook his head and said Sheri was the youngest he'd ever had, period.

I wished right there that I could have let him fuck me, so I would be the youngest he'd ever had. I was going through a jealous stage where it seemed like it would be forever before I'd get to blossom. Mom just laughed and said that Sheri always had been a quick study, although whom she had been studying was anyone's guess. Porn, probably, since there was no anal in our house between my parents.

When Fred finally got Sheri as loose and lubed as he could, he got behind her and everyone crowded in for a closer look. Well, Mom and Dad stayed put, but the other kids crowded in. Fred said he wasn't sure he could handle the crowd, and Sheri said something upset, so Mom and Dad made us come back and sit with them. But we could still get a good view as Fred slowly, carefully worked his cock into Sheri's butthole.

Unless you've seen a young anus take a big cock, it's hard to describe how incredibly arousing and beautiful it is. I don't guess Mom and Dad think so, but even Mari was a little turned on by it. The head flattens out a little as it presses against the rosebud, but then (well, in this case anyway) Fred tensed himself a little and the head popped through the first barrier. Sheri moaned at that. Then Fred inched forward until it was like something gave, and Sheri moaned again and his cock slipped completely in past the muscular ring and into her ass properly.

He waited for a while, just holding her hips and letting her get used to it, then he moved a little bit further in, stopping when she moaned or tensed up. And I know it sounds hard, but he got his entire length buried in her colon after some careful pushing and pausing and petting. She was gasping. I asked her what it felt like, and Mom tried to stop me from talking to her, but Dad said something about learning being important. Sheri wasn't that coherent, but she told me it was like she had to take a massive poop and couldn't. I didn't see how that could be pleasant, but she said it was.

Fred said he didn't want to try thrusting just yet, so he reached down and diddled Sheri's clit until she screamed and panted and must have been cumming. Dad whispered to me that I should go over and feel Sheri's pussy while she came with a cock in her ass, and I took that as a compliment about how grown up I was being. So I felt my sister up while she came hard. I got a little wet on my hand, and her pussy was spasming and very hot.

Finally, Fred told her (and me) that he was going to start moving, and I took that as a sign that I should probably leave her alone. I made my way back to the couch and Daddy's lap as Fred pulled out a little and then slowly eased back in, then out and in a little faster. Pretty soon he was fucking her, slowly but surely, his strokes not very long and very slow. Dad had a big hardon under me, and when I giggled and slithered around on it he laughed and plopped me down on the couch and told me it wasn't time for that yet. But Mom knew what time it was, so she put Mike down on the floor to watch, got up, and sat on Dad's lap so his cock went up inside her. They were fucking and watching Sheri get fucked in the ass.

By the time she came again, or at least got louder again, Fred had worked up to pulling nearly all the way out and then driving back in, deep, slowly but surely. That kept her cumming for a while. I could see Mari fingering herself and Mike's face all alight with curiosity, and I wished I could have been doing something to relieve the tingle in my pussy. But other than try to diddle myself a little, there wasn't any hope of me getting a cock. So I diddled and watched.

Fred told Sheri that he was going to pull all the way out and then push back in, and she nodded breathlessly. When he popped out I could see her rosebud was opened a little from penetration, and he dribbled a little lube on it and on his cock and then eased his way back in. It was quicker that time, but she did cry out as her sphincter was breached again. He pulled back out and then pushed in again, a little harder and faster. Then he said he was close, so he would try to make her cum one more time before he lost it. He started thrusting, short, powerful thrusts with his hands on her hips and a look in his eyes which I could, even then, recognize as the look of a man who is trying very hard not to cum before the job is done.

He just made it. She gasped that she was cumming, and he grunted and drove himself as deep as he could, which drew a scream from Sheri. She collapsed to the floor and he slammed down on top of her, his large body looking like it would crush her tiny one. I saw his buttocks tense and relax a number of times, then he reached down with a finger and diddled her while she came, panting and wailing his name.

After that, he went to clean off, since no one at that point was going to do it with her mouth. Sheri just lay face down on the floor. My mom and dad kept slowly fucking, and Mari arched her back and gave a little shudder, then stopped fingering herself and smiled too. Sheri had a huge smile on her face when I went around to look at it.

We haven't seen Fred in an age and a day, which is too bad because I think he'd probably have some stories to share too. He didn't fuck Sheri again before he left; she was too tired out, and Dad had to put her to bed to soak the sheets with cum (and this scared her, but also a little blood, which turned out to be nothing, just a minor cut or something). But I'm pretty sure that he and Mom made love at least once. I don't know, it was after I was in bed. I just saw him go into her room with her, his cock all hard, and both of them looking happy. It just made me horny and jealous, and I finally, before had got to sleep, had a very tiny little orgasm (not my first). It wasn't what I wanted, but what I wanted wasn't going to happen.

Anyway, I should try to get in touch with Fred or his family. He didn't visit us often when I was younger, but when he did, he usually had a good time. He even had me once, a lot later than the story I just told. He was a real anal fanatic, and was just the kind of guy I'd want breaking in my daughter's ass because he knew what he was doing and how to make a woman happy. He could have started a service: "I'll Be Your First Anal and You'll Love It." It does make me wonder just what he and my mom did, although he can't have only done anal.

St. Patrick's Day

I should have posted this yesterday, but I'm posting it today because I need to occupy my mind a little.

My family aren't religious, and contrary to what you might think, the red hair isn't from Ireland. It might be random, or it might be from cross-breeding, or it might be one of the other ethnicities, but we're not Irish. So we don't make a big deal about St. Patrick's Day, never have. My dad didn't take of work yesterday and go drinking or anything like that, and we did have corned beef and cabbage, but that's mostly because we like corned beef and cabbage and we use the day as an excuse. I didn't even wear any green besides my panties. You know, kiss me I'm Irish, and all that good crap.

Mom was feeling frisky yesterday though; she brought out a green dildo and actually let me fool around with it in her pussy. I say dildo, but it's really more of a vibe. I made my mommy cum. It really made me wish I could do more than just play around with a vibe. I know, some people would call that lesbian sex, but for me and Mom, it was just masturbation with friends.

She really was wound up because she grabbed Dad right as he came in the door, gave him a big kiss, and told him that she needed him right away and dinner would wait. He gave me this big old smile and kissed her again, and I was afraid I'd miss out and they'd go upstairs. But he said he had to change first, and she should assume the position and wait for him. When he came back down, naked, she was on her hands and knees looking back at him. I love watching my parents make love; it's so sexy and cute.

Once Dad had plowed Mom for ten minutes and she came at least once, probably more, she moved away from him and told him she had to check dinner. So I hopped down off the couch and took her place. Licking Mom's juices off of a cock is the closest I've come to actually licking her pussy, so I cleaned up Dad and then bent over and let him pull the panties out of the way and fuck me good and proper. When Mom announced that dinner was done, we were still fucking, and Dad told her it would keep another few minutes. She came and kissed him while he was still railing me, and put her hand on the small of my back and stroked me a little. I was cumming pretty hard when Dad finally gave me what I wanted. Well, one of the things I wanted.

In college it was a little different, because St. Patrick's Day was a big day to party. So I have some more interesting memories of the day from college. I once dyed my pubes green and spent the day flashing people in a green dress with no panties on. And I'm not a beer drinker, so I usually stuck to whiskey. I think I might have done my first pussy shot at a St. Patrick's Day party. Actually, it wasn't a shot, it was a lot. I let two guys hold me upside down and another poured whiskey into my cunt until I was sloshing with it. Then the lucky one put his mouth over my cunt and they tipped me up again and he drank as much as he could. By the third or fourth time I was pretty hammered too, from the alcohol in my cunt and the other booze I'd had. I nearly puked from vertigo, and they just kept wanting to do more.

After I finally got them to put me down, I really just wanted to crawl away and die somewhere for a little while, but they were pretty fucked up and horny as hell. Fortunately I wasn't the only gal there, or I would have been gangraped by a bunch of guys. But one guy did come and sit next to me and start feeling me up and trying to make out with me, and eventually the vertigo wore off and I responded. I have no idea who he was, maybe not even a student at college. It's all sort of a blur, which is why you shouldn't drink too much, kids. I remember getting very involved with him and going somewhere a little more private (although I can't remember why, since it wasn't like we needed privacy; there was a couple next to us on the couch fucking when we left). And then he fucked him hard, but I never came because I was all numb in my cunt. It was bizarre, like my cunt had fallen asleep. He definitely came inside me, but I didn't feel it at all. And then he left me lying there with my skirt up around my waist and my breasts hanging out and went back to the party.

I passed out for a bit and then woke up to discover someone else fucking me. I must have been a little alarmed, because he stopped for a minute and looked at me a little guiltily. But I smiled at him and slurred something about not stopping now, and he grinned drunkenly and went back to fucking me. At a certain point he flipped me over and fucked me some more, and a little feeling was coming back to my nethers because I felt some tingling every time he thrust. But he could have been fucking me with a baseball bat and I wouldn't have felt much.

Once he pulled out (I guess he came, probably inside me, but I don't really know) I managed to get to my feet and stagger back to my room. Only after I got there did I realize that my tits had been hanging out the whole walk back, in public. It made me giggle, that was all.

That was freshman year, and after that I was a little more careful about partying. I didn't catch anything from that evening, but I probably should have, by rights. That's not to say that I never did anything stupid again. But I toned it down a little.

Anyway, that's St. Patrick's Day from me. I wish I had some pictures of my green-furred pussy, but I don't. Sorry.

Mike's New Toy

News on the Mike front. Apparently he went out and bought himself a butt plug. I told you I'd convert him, if he really needed to be converted. I have the feeling that the next time he and Uncle Sam run into one another, there might be some loving going on. I've told him that I hope he'll wait and let me be the first to fuck his ass, or at least be there to watch when someone else does it, but my brother might not be able to hold out. I probably wouldn't be able to.

He sent me a few pictures of it and him, which I'm not going to share because if I am going to post graphic hardcore porn, it's going to be me first. He set up his camera on a tripod or something and bent over and worked the plug into his butt. It reminded me of the time on Thanksgiving, very sexy.

He says he wishes he could share it with me, which gave rise to some nice fantasy play about swapping butt plugs from his ass to mine, possibly with some third party doing the swapping. He doesn't have a regular fuckbuddy right now, and one night stands are not usually the best place to bring in butt play if you're a guy. But then I'm not a guy, so maybe they are. He seems a little shy about it though, maybe lingering insecurity about people thinking he's gay. Honestly, guys need to get over than hangup. Really, I have no problem with a guy who's bi; makes him more exciting, truth be told. But they're so hard to find, because bi guys won't admit it. Hell, I have no problem with a guy who's gay fucking me in place of another man. My ass is just as inviting as a man's ass. It's only happened once or twice.

I only remember one time, but I think it might have been more than that. I had a friend in college, very nice guy, flaming queen. We got along all right, although I'll be honest and say that his flamingness was kind of tedious at times. But he was good at what he did. Anyway, he and I and a couple of other friends were watching a movie and I looked over and I noticed that he had a huge hardon in his pants. It was pretty obvious because of the pants he was wearing too, and I figured it would be only a matter of time before someone else saw and I worried that it would embarrass him. So I got him out of the room somehow. Fortunately we were very comfortable with each other at that point; he'd seen me naked, I'd seen him, we'd talked about sex very openly, so it wasn't weird for me to point out that he was showing off a little.

He said it was because he was just so horny, he hadn't been laid in too long. I jokingly said that if I had been a guy, I would have helped him out. He said at that point he didn't really care. I mean, he wasn't attracted to me at all. He was really gay. But he said jacking off wasn't cutting it; he needed a lay.

Well, being the charitable soul I am, I offered to help him out. I was figuring I could give him a blowjob, and it started out like that. But he was getting limp and I wasn't having any luck (I'm shocked I'd admit that, because I tell everyone I could get a dead man to cum), so I told him I had a strapon and I'd love to fuck him with it.

When I got back with the harness, he was reading a porno mag and idly jerking off. He bent over the bed, still reading the magazine, and pulled his pants all the way down and said go to it. It was strangely impersonal, but that was kind of hot too.

He enjoyed being fucked; in fact he had to tell me to be more rough because to start with I was much too gentle for his experienced ass. His cock swelled up and his balls retracted and he looked like he was going to cum pretty soon, but he didn't. After fifteen minutes (I kid you not) of frenzied action on my part, including him jacking off himself and me jacking him and stroking his balls, he told me it was no good, that he just needed a man.

I wasn't about to give up so easily, so I pulled him up, ripped off the harness, bent over, and told him to fuck my ass in the deepest, manliest voice I could manage. I wasn't really lubed up at all and he wasn't small, so it hurt a little to begin with, and he wasn't gentle either. But I bit down on the covers to keep from making any girlish noises and just let him fuck me. I finally did cum, but it wasn't much of one, and I don't know if he felt it in my ass. But shortly after that, he finally cried out something and pumped my bowels full of semen. I mean, he came like a fucking explosion. He must have really been pent up.

After that he felt better, although we'd missed the rest of the movie. We did both feel a little strange about it, and for a few days we acted a little funny around each other, but in the end he told me that he was glad I had been his first girl. I offered to let him try out the other hole as well, just for comparison, and he laughed and told me that he wasn't that hard up. Turns out that a few days after our little session, he found the love of his life, though they didn't know it at the time. They're still together, and he's become monogamous and there's talk of marriage (albeit the sham unsanctioned by the state). I met the guy a few times, seemed nice enough, although not flaming at all, so I wonder how that works out for them. They're not the type of couple to have one guy be the wife, and my friend wasn't feminine, just flaming.

Anyway, long story short, Mike has been tickling his bum a bit. And hopefully come Easter he'll come home and let me do a little tickling myself. We'll see.

School Days

All the kids in the family went to the same schools, albeit far enough apart in grade that we usually saw very little of one another. My oldest sister Mari was almost never in the same school I was; she'd be on to the higher level by the time I got there. By the time I was ready for school shenanigans, Mari was pretty much out of the picture for me, school-wise. I think that's probably why she's always been the independent one, because she was off on her own first. Anyway...

Sheri and I were fairly close in grade because, well, Sheri got held back, so at a certain point she was only one grade ahead of me, and I'll be honest, I almost expected her to get held back again and wind up in my class. She's not dumb at all, just doesn't really care for school. I mean, I didn't either, but I behaved. She was not a good kid in school. In all ways. When she was 12 they caught her with an older boy half-naked in the boys restroom. They didn't know what to do really, they'd never had a problem like that before. They sent her home, and my parents were a little scared, I think.

So we all got a talk about being discreet. In any other family I'm sure there would have been yelling and Sheri would have been sent to a nunnery or something, but my parents just told us that it was important that we learn what was appropriate. Not what should or shouldn't be done, but what was safe to do when. The fact that Dad started the conversation with, "Well I guess Sheri's not getting enough from safe places," and then pulled his pants down and let Sheri suck him off while they were talking to us was just the way the family operates. We fuck recreationally, all the time, during family meetings and meals and just whenever we feel like it. I think my parents should have been a little more worried about Sheri, but that's because I'm more cautious. Sheri could have blown the whole thing wide open and then my parents would be in jail and the kids would probably have been sent to orphanages or something.

After that, Sheri was more careful, but I have it from her lips that she wasn't really any more discreet. I watched her fuck a boy in my class once behind a tree on the playground. Nobody caught them. And I know she fucked a fair number of other guys at the school. One of my first (not the first, but shortly thereafter) guys from school had been with her first, she told me when I told her about him. But she never got caught again, at least not that anyone found out about.

Hell, in high school she fucked two teachers. One was this hot new foreign language teacher who was basically only to teach a couple of classes a day. She wasn't in his class. I was, and I never had him. But she did. If I was in competition with my sister for sex, I'd lose, so I don't try. The other teacher was old and fat and pompous as hell. I would have figured he was totally immune to the allures of the flesh, but when she coyly offered to give him head if he would just change her grade a little, he took one look around and then hid her under his desk. She said he smelled awful, but she needed that A.

He was nervous after that, but she said she'd do even more next time if he made sure her grade didn't slip too much. So when the next test came around, the day before she came in after class to "ask for notes," and when he didn't immediately tell her to leave she just started losing clothing. He went beet red and got her away from the windows before she could get naked, and once the blinds had been pulled and doors locked, he told her that he'd make sure her grades were excellent for the rest of the year if she'd just let him fuck her. I believe his exact words were, "if you'll let me in that pretty pink hole down there," but she wasn't expecting anything else, so she asked him how he wanted it. He made her ride his flabby ass on the floor, then hop off and suck him dry. She came out smelling like him, which is what prompted me to ask her about it and get the story from her.

Anyway, teacher sex is all well and good (I wouldn't know, since I've never done it really) but what I really wanted to talk about was the biggest risk in school: fucking my siblings. I mean, getting caught with your pants down is one thing, but if you're getting railed by your brother, that's bound to make some big waves. Actually, Sheri and I probably fooled around more at school, but that's because it's easier to hide. We would sometimes sit together at lunch and pretend to be reading and under the table our two little hands would be snaking up each other's skirts and fingering hard. We had competitions to see who could get the other to look up from her book first. I don't think anyone ever noticed, and if they did they kept quiet, but if you had looked hard, you would have seen us both squirming and flushing. The seats in the cafeteria probably all have our juices on them.

But once my brother was finally a man and he and I were fooling around all the time, we did some pretty risky stuff at school. He's a few years behind me so we were never together by grade, and we didn't ever have classes together, but for a few years here and there our schedules and grades aligned so we would eat lunch together sometimes, or be at recess at the same time, or be on break, or what have you.

The naughtiest thing I think we ever did was when we were both still pretty young, not in high school yet certainly, and we would go to the playground and sit on the swings. Many times I would sit in his lap on the swing and we'd swing and I'd feel his cock get hard in his pants. But we never did anything about it. But one day I guess he'd had a hard day, because his cock was rock hard before I even sat down, and he told me to hike up my skirt a little and he unzipped his pants. No one was looking, which is good because if they had they would have seen everything. Once I sat on him and his cock worked its way up into my butt (this was back when we were doing practically nothing but anal, as opposed to now when we just do a lot of anal) and got the skirt more or less in place, we looked pretty normal, although his arm did go around my chest once or twice and he nuzzled my neck more than most people expect a brother to do to his sister. The swinging combined with the anal was terrific, and I managed a small O just by grinding a little before he started to cum just as the bell rang to call us in. There we were, sort of trapped until he finished emptying his balls into me, and it felt like forever before he muttered that he was done. It was probably just a few seconds. I stood up slowly to try not to make a mess, and he deftly slipped himself back into his pants. I had to clench my ass a little to keep from leaking until I could get to the bathroom, and I bet there was a cumstain on his pants too.

That was the only time we did that during school, although other times when no one was around we'd go to swings and try it again. I actually created a pair of shorts with an ass flap out of a pair of old ruined jeans, and wore no panties, so all he had to do was unzip and pop it in. When we aren't under pressure we can make it more enjoyable, lots of kissing and fondling. Once we saw a man a fair distance away looking at us, but this wasn't at our school and he had no way of knowing who we were, so we just ignored him.

We don't own a sex swing, or whatever those things are called. Maybe we should get one. But there's something about the outdoors and being in a public place that wouldn't be the same.

Okay, this is long enough. Maybe some other time I'll remember more stories about school. Or you could write and ask questions about it. Lexinaughtygirly(AT)gmail.com is always an option.

A Brief Update

Since I know you all are just so interested in this. Okay, I know you're not, but I'm going to update you anyway. And then I'm going to try to avoid personal drama for the rest of the day.

Apparently after James got off the phone with me, he and Sveta fucked twice. He wore a condom both times. So maybe we're over that difficult patch. He said she was really raring to go, and when I asked her if it was okay to tell James about what we'd done earlier, she said she had already told him. I'm not in the habit of keeping secrets, so it's great that I don't have to keep that one. He said he wished he could have been there. I told him that maybe he'd get a chance.

I'm on the fence as to whether or not it would be fair to keep James out the first time, because I think Sveta might need some alone time with me. But we'll see. They both said they were happy now, so I guess that's the most important thing.

And the more I think about it, the more I wish I could get Sveta on the pill, because the STD thing is much easier to take care of. And you can get STDs from oral sex too. It's really the pregnancy thing. And the worst part is that I really would love her to get pregnant in that sick, fetish-y part of my mind. Pregnant teens. Damn. But fortunately I'm capable of controlling my impulses... to a certain, healthy extent.

Less Talk, More Rock

What a day. My wife left me and the dog died.

Only kidding. The dog died a number of years ago now, and my wife says she's only going to be on vacation for a week.

Wow, I'm punchy. I swear, not a drop of alcohol has touched my lips today.

I could get used to having time off on Saturdays. I don't know how long it will last, but I've been having a semi-regular life recently, which is nice. So this morning I was able to get up and have a leisurely shower with Dad and talk with him about a few of my issues. Yes, I do talk to my parents, all the time. They don't always give advice I want to hear, but they do sometimes give good advice. And there's nothing that takes the edge off having to talk about something unpleasant better than having a stiff cock inside you while you do it. Some of my best conversations with Daddy have been with him inside me, and I'm not about to change that.

He agreed with me that something is going on with Kate, and he said he wished he could be there to see it because it sounds hot. He certainly was aroused by my telling him about it. But he also said I had to think about the husband, and it was no good breaking up a family like that. If it seems like I'm going to, I'm pretty sure he stands on the side of family, and I do too. But as of yet, I don't know. I should ask to meet Kate's husband, we both agreed. Maybe he'd like to join us. Dad certainly would like to join us, but I told him with a giggle that it wasn't likely to happen, and anyway, what would Mom say. He just laughed and pushed me down a little and worked until I came before he would talk any more. "Does she make you cum like that?" he asked me, and of course I told him no.

On the subject of James and Sveta he was less sure. I think Dad thinks its every woman's right to be filled with cum by her man (or men). He said jokingly that if James wasn't willing, Sveta should come up and see him, he'd show her what a real man can do. I tried to explain about Sveta not being protected at all and he said he understood, but that there were still ways of being safe, if they used condoms most of the time and only went bare during her safe times. Me, I think the rhythm method is a pretty crappy method, reminds me of the old joke. "What do you call a woman who practices the rhythm method? Pregnant." Also, it's not just a baby they should worry about. Safe sex is important, regardless of whether you're able to get pregnant or not. It something that's easy for me to say, but I must confess that I feel less strongly about it when it's my choice and I want to get fucked properly.

When Dad finally blew his load inside me he told me that he thought I was being smart, and so should they. But as he shot into me, he gasped that he couldn't imagine anything better than cumming into his girl's womb. That put me over the edge, him talking like that. And I realized that it really wasn't fair that poor Sveta didn't get to have that experience. I really wish she could come up and see my dad, because while James is nice, Dad would love her. I don't know if he's ever had a girl who squirted as much as Sveta does, and she'd love the fact that he can fuck forever without stopping. But that's only a fantasy.

But I did get to thinking, and eventually I called up Sveta and told her she should come over for a talk. She asked if James was going to be there and I told her no, it would just be us girls this time. So over she came. I wasn't about to introduce her to my parents, so we sat in the rumpus room downstairs and talked. I told her what my Dad said (not telling her he'd said it, just what he said) about the rhythm method and how I didn't think it was fair that I got to have James any way I wanted and she got short shrift. But I also told her that it wasn't guaranteed, and that even if they got tested and were careful and he pulled out, I didn't want them to be making a mistake.

She admitted again that she was jealous of me, and that she wished she could even just have him inside her once with no condom and just let him cum inside her, and I told her that I thought that was perfectly reasonable to want, but that it was still probably a bad idea. We were just getting closer and closer, and then she started to cry again, and I held her while she cried on my shoulder. She said all sorts of things, how she wished she had a sister like me who could talk to her about this, how her parents would kill her if they found out she was doing any of this, just making me feel so sorry for her. Really, I kind of was pissed at her parents too; how can you raise a child like that? I mean, she's so frightened of sex, and now she sees it's a beautiful thing but she's still so... well, I love her, but she's really dumb, because nobody has taught her. If they'd just face the facts that they have a teenage daughter who is going to want to experiment, and let her do it safely... but then, some people use that excuse to let their kids drink, and I think that's bad. So I guess it's just me.

Anyway, I was comforting her and she was just pouring her heart out, and all of a sudden she just wrapped her arms around me and kissed me. At first I wasn't sure, but it wasn't a sisterly kiss. She was kissing me.

I didn't do anything for a second because I was a little taken aback, and she broke away and looked ashamed and started to cry again and say she was sorry, that she just missed James so much, so I took her in my arms again, shushed her, and kissed her back. It was like the first time we kissed, sort of slow, with some passion but a lot of insecurity. When we broke off again I asked her if she just wanted me to hold her, and she nodded, and we cuddled for a while.

I must confess, I was horny but not terribly. So I would have been fine with just comforting her and then sending her home. But she turned in my arms eventually and kissed me again, and kissing led to some petting, and pretty soon we were making out. She broke off and asked me if I thought this was a bad idea, if I wasn't attracted to her, and I couldn't lie and say I wasn't, so I just said that she was beautiful, and I was sure James thought so too. I don't think she wanted to hear that name, and she teared up a little until I dried her eyes and said that it was okay. I don't know what that was supposed to mean, but it sounded good, and she smiled and said she thought I was pretty too. Not beautiful, but I'll take it.

We kissed some more and then a thought occurred to me. "You're not just doing this to get back at James, are you?" I asked.

"I'm doing this because I need someone right now," she said. I could understand that, I guess. I mean, for one thing, she and James haven't fucked in at least a week. If that was me, I'd be on the street corner turning tricks by then, I'd be so hard up. But I think it was more than just being horny. I think she needed someone to love her. I really think her family life must be fucked up (I know, pot calling the kettle black, but fucked up in a different and unpleasant way). I really wished I could have sent down Daddy, because he has a soft spot for little girls who need love. But I wasn't going to turn her away.

"I don't want to push you to a place where you don't want to go," I said.

"If you're talking about us, I know you've probably done this before, and... I'm curious," she said. That's all I need to hear. Curious teen girl wants to make out with you, and maybe more, you don't turn that down.

We made out some more, with pauses for her to comment that I was much more gentle than boys. When I started working my kisses down her neck and unbuttoning her blouse, I expected her to stiffen up, but she seemed perfectly ready to let me cop a feel. She even slipped the blouse off once I unbuttoned it completely and let me kiss my way down her collarbone. She was wearing one of those sensible boring bras she always wears, maybe because they're all she owns. I might have to take her shopping.

When I unhooked her bra (I'm an old natural) she did get a little nervous, but I gently moved her hands away and slipped the bra off. It's not like she's never been naked with me before, but this was different. Her breasts were just as pretty as the last time, and I could feel a little bit like James as I nuzzled and sucked them. She has enough flesh on her bones to keep them from being hard, again, not fat at all, just round and soft, very pleasant.

After I spend what seemed like a reasonable amount of time getting to know her breasts, I asked her if she wanted to see mine. Of course, she's seen mine, but she knew what I meant. I pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it away, and in that top I don't have to wear a bra (I do love shirts like that) so I was topless right away. And then I gently gave her a few pointers in the art of kissing tits. Unlike Kate, I know Sveta's a virgin when it comes to girls, so I could tell her how to do it without worrying I was telling her something she already knew. I don't lecture, understand, but I did give her a few pointers (and not just the pointy nipples, which she gave me, actually).

Pretty soon we were kissing again and stroking each other's breasts, but when I moved my hand lower to try to slip into the waistband of her jeans, she stopped me. "I don't know if I'm ready," she said a little like she expected me to tell her it didn't matter and rape her.

"Then we'll wait until you are," I said. "I can show you mine if you'd like." She didn't seem to think that was any better of an idea, so I shrugged. "I only want what you need," I said finally. And it's true. She's a dear, sweet girl, and I don't need to fuck her. I was doing it for me, true, but for her, I was doing it so she would feel loved. Because I do love her and James; they're like my family now, really. I want them to be happy.

We cuddled on the couch topless (which I know is every boy's fantasy, but it was just because we were already topless) and petted a little and kissed a little and talked a little. By the time she had to go home for dinner, I think she was starting to feel better. I said that I still didn't think it was a good idea, but I couldn't really stop her and James from being unsafe. And she said she was still a little jealous and wanted it a lot, but she would think about it.

After she left, I was really wound up, so I went upstairs and found Mom and Dad watching a Nature program on PBS. I think they could both tell that I'd been doing something, but the fact that my shorts were still on and my top wasn't clued them in that I might be a little anxious. Mom said dinner would be ready soon, and Dad asked me if I needed something, so I just went over and kissed him hard on the lips. He and Mom were naked, and with a quick twist my shorts were off and Dad's cock was stiffening in my hand. But then I felt a little bad for interrupting them, so I asked Mom if she'd had some already today, and she swatted my behind and told me that if I was going to do it, I should be quiet about it so they could watch.

Well, I don't know how quiet I was, and in the end Dad couldn't take me riding him and he had to motion Mom off the couch so he could lay me back and really give it to me, since, as he said, dinner was nearly ready and he didn't want to have to put off eating to satisfy his daughter. He satisfied me all right, two good orgasms and then a cunt full of cream. I wished someone had been there to lap it out of me, but as it was, I just cleaned up as best I could and then had dinner.

And after dinner I got a call from James that said he didn't know what I'd done, but thanks. I asked him what the hell he meant and he told me that Sveta had shown up at his door looking for him and told him that she'd made a decision and that she just wanted him, even if it had to be in a condom. The crazy kid was calling me as she was dragging him off somewhere to get some. It was really arousing to think that in a few moments after he hung up the phone she would probably be going down on him. I almost asked him to leave the phone on so I could hear, but decided against it. Because I don't really need to any more. Let them have their privacy.

Well, if working Sveta into a tizzy so she goes and does the right thing is the price I have to pay, I'll pay it, because it was really nice to make love with her in the old-fashioned sense. We were really tender and close. And someday soon, I figure she'll be ready. Maybe James will get to watch. It's only fair, I got to watch her first time with him.

And I also had an idea. I don't know how sane it is, but I can take both of them and get them tested, and then after that I can supervise just one time where he gets to cream her. She and I can figure out when the safe time would be. And it would only be one time. Again, not too sane, but something to think about.

There's also the possibility that I can teach Sveta the wonders of anal, and then as long as they get tested, James can dump a gallon of cum in her ass if she wants. But that will take some time. We'll see how it goes.

I just hope that Sveta, liberated as she now is, doesn't start fooling around with other guys. Because that will be dangerous. They will definitely not want to wear protection, and if she doesn't want it either, they'll be like flies to honey. I don't want her to get anything, knocked up included. Maybe James and I can be enough to satisfy her.

Now For the Ladies

So having taken care of James for the moment, let's turn our attention to the ladies. First Sveta.

After James was over getting his reward for being principled, I called Sveta up and just kept beating away at it. I told her that unless she was on the pill and they both got tested regularly, I didn't think it was a good idea for them to start fucking without any other protection. She wanted to know why I got to do it then. So I told her that I was on the pill and got regular tests, which is true. She said it wasn't fair. I agreed that it probably wasn't. She said she really wanted to feel him cum inside her, that all her girlfriends had done it. I told her they were probably lying, and anyway, it's not usually all that exciting (okay, so I lied a little).

We just kept going back and forth, with me telling her what her mother should probably be telling her, and her complaining that I get to have all of James and she's jealous. I told her that if she would promise to be safe, I would promise to make James wear a condom in future with me too. She said it still wasn't fair, that I'd still had him without.

Eventually it came down to the fact that she can't get the pill without her parents knowing she's having sex, and they probably wouldn't approve of that, no matter who it was. And there's no way around that, and it's ridiculous. There's a big problem with teenage pregnancy in this country, and people can't really protect themselves. If parents really wanted their kids to be protected, they'd teach them about sex in the safety of their own home, and make sure they were safe outside the home too. But I'm probably alone (or nearly alone) in thinking that.

Anyway, I finally told her that I understood her feelings (and I do, really) but that I still had to be a bitch and keep her from doing something stupid. And I sort of slipped in that I would be willing to help her through the lonely nights of not being able to have all of James if she wanted. She didn't really react to that, but I'm going to keep planting seeds. I told her that I would be happy to loan her a toy or show her how to use a shower attachment to make herself feel like she's being cummed in. She said she might come over some time and try that. I know, I'm shameless. All I want to do is get this sweet young thing into my own bed.

But anyway, she's still thinking about it. She and James are having a little tiff, and that's natural. I hope he holds out and it turns out for the best.

Then on Monday, Kate called and asked me if I wanted to come over. Her kids were at school and her husband at work and she was bored, she said, and needed some company. I told her I would but we had to talk. She didn't seem put off by that, so I headed over.

When I got there I told her that I wasn't interested in breaking up her family, and if that was going to happen, I couldn't do that. I've never met her husband but I still feel guilty going behind people's backs. She said it wasn't a problem. I'm not sure how much I believe her, but she was wearing the hottest little sun dress imaginable, all white and red, and it was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. It was hard to resist that.

She offered to smoke again, and I told her I thought it would be better for both of us if we tried it sober for once. I mean, we'd never made love sober, so who knows, maybe we'd be terrible for each other. Really, I didn't think either of us smoking was a good idea. I did have a drink though, so I guess we still weren't totally sober. Hell, she might have been juiced to the gills by the time I made it over.

She took me back to the bedroom and since I was finally able, I took control. I know it's strange that I'm half her age probably and I was the dominant one, but she doesn't have much experience. I laid her back on the bed and reached up under her dress and just had a fine time stroking her very taut legs. She doesn't have an ounce of fat on her anywhere. When I got her dress up far enough I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties either, and her pubis looked freshly shaved. She said she did it for me, and if I hadn't been so hot and bothered by that point I would have worried about her marriage, because she really shouldn't be doing stuff like that just for me. But I didn't worry too much.

She tasted like marijuana smoke, actually. I couldn't smell it on her at all, but her pussy tasted like it a little. Once I had her totally naked I just took a little while kissing her entire body, all over. I wanted to take my time this time, because there's no use in rushing, especially with another woman. With guys, they have a limited amount of time to spend, but with most women, they want the attention, and I'm usually happy to give as well as receive it.

I worked my way back down to her pubis and covered every inch of it with my tongue. She had a little razor burn from shaving so I tried to be gentle with that, but I did spend some time kissing all around her slit. She has a very pretty clit, pinkish tan, large enough to notice but not like a mini penis or anything. And she enjoys contact; it's not shy at all. But she gasped that she wanted me to finger her ass again like last time, so I turned to that for a moment, lubed up my fingers as best I could and slid one up her butt.

She had to have been more sober than she was last time, because she felt it. She was writhing and moaning and making a ruckus and I had to stop and pull back a few times, but I finally got my finger into her anus completely, and I let her settle in with it inside while I move back to licking her pussy lips and flicking over the bud of her clit. She's very responsive; her husband must really love fucking her, and if he doesn't, he should. She started cumming pretty quickly and her ass opened up a little so I stroked it inside softly and sucked her clit while she came. She made a fair amount of noise and was very wet, although no gushing. Right as she felt like she was coming down, I curled my finger in her asshole and nipped her clit with my teeth, and she started all over again.

By the end I had a finger in her ass curling up, two fingers pinching her clit, and another finger pressing on her cervix. Her cunt is just too shallow to believe. And she was loving it. I wonder what size cock her husband has; if it's too large, he must not be able to get all the way in her with her cunt so shallow.

She had to get a drink afterward, so I just sat on the bed and waited for her to come back. I was still completely clothed. When she came back she had a glass for me, and we sat and drank for a few minutes and just recuperated. Then she said she wanted to do the same to me, so I stripped and lay back on the bed, and she got between my legs immediately. I must confess, I wish she'd spent more time on foreplay, but once she started licking my cunt I realized just how pent up I was. I had to give her some pointers, because she's still too rough, but when she put her middle finger up my asshole I lost it and came, short and hard. She doesn't know how to get me to a sustain, but the Os I have with her are good, just too short.

Once I was through, she was still licking and sucking, and I told her she should put another finger in my ass. I think she was scared she'd hurt me (silly gal) but she got another one in so easily. Then I told her to curl them up, and get a finger in my cunt and press down into them, and managed to get another O going before she was too rough with my poor clit and dropped me out of it. She was reaching deep, and sober I wasn't ready for anything like that, so I told her to be gentle. We had just worked up to another soft, tender O when the front door opened.

Needless to say, I about jumped out of my skin. I was convinced I was about to be caught by her husband. She just shushed me, ran to put on a robe, and went out to greet whoever it was. The conversation was muffled, so I couldn't tell what was going on. I panicked into my clothes more quickly than I think was decent, probably had things hanging out here and there. And I didn't get my bra back on, so I had to stuff it into a pocket. I was really worried that it was her husband.

But then the door opened and she was standing there with her sons. She introduced me (I guess it was a really good thing I decided to get dressed) like we had just been hanging out. They didn't seem phased at all, but I wouldn't wonder if the older one at least had some inkling that something wasn't quite right. But they said hello to me, and then she ushered both of them out.

Well I was sitting there feeling trapped, and finally she came back and told me that the kids were in their rooms doing homework. When she started to slip out of the robe and come back to bed with me I balked, I'll admit. I said I should probably go, and she looked a little disappointed but showed me out.

I don't know what to make of it. I really don't. And she's been writing me these incredibly sexy emails telling me I have to come back, that she wants to practice some more. She didn't even check to see if I was dressed before she brought the kids in. I really don't know what's going on. But I do know that both she and Sveta are in my sights, and I'm really itching for one or the other of them. I wish I could have both at once, maybe with a few guys too. It's been too long since I had a proper orgy.

Last Weekend

Just getting around to writing this now because there's been stuff going on since then. I'll tell about last weekend first because it's shorter, I guess. Or maybe just because.

On Saturday James came over without Sveta because she couldn't make it. They've both been emailing and calling me and telling me about their fun. It's been very arousing just over the phone, and I'm not into phone sex. They were in school once and didn't have a condom (foolish kids) and Sveta almost forced James to just fuck her anyway. She's not on the pill or anything. I told them both they were being stupid. She said she didn't care. He said he had pulled out. I don't know which one to believe, but I think James is probably smart enough to know better, so I'm going to hope that he's telling the truth.

And then after that she wouldn't let him fuck her with a condom on. She said it felt better without. So I had to mediate that little situation, and as of the weekend she still was cutting him off until he stopped wearing them. I think she's a little jealous of me and being able to do it without, and I'm pretty sure she wants to have him cum inside her. I told her it was a really bad idea and that she had to be on the pill before I would even think about approving. I told her about various scares I'd had (I made a few up, actually, because I've never thought I was pregnant, but I have had close calls where I thought I might have caught something, so I told her about those, because frankly, she should be worried about that too).

I invited James over because I thought if he didn't get some action soon, he was going to crack. I wanted Sveta to come over as well, but she couldn't. So James was all over me right out of the gate, but I calmed him down and told him that he was right and that he shouldn't let her make this unsafe. We talked, and he confessed that he was hearing from friends that they all did it bare and nothing ever happened, and it did feel better without. So I said they were lying, because things do happen, and the rest of it. I won't bore you with a safe sex lecture. Suffice to say that I was very mature about it, for which I'm proud. Since I was never that safe when I was young, I guess it's a case of, "do as I say, not as I do," but still, they should be safe.

Then I told him that as a reward for being so mature and not only thinking with his cock, I was going to let him do whatever he wanted with me. I would be his to command for the rest of the afternoon. Well he wanted me to put on something slutty, so I brought down a few options and let him choose one. It was one of my lingerie outfits, all see-through. Then he told me to beg for his cock, so I got down on my knees and begged for it like a little whore. I'd never been this submissive with him before, and it was really a strange reversal. Usually even if he's in control, I'm still the older woman. Well he made me feel like his little bitch.

He pulled his cock out and just stood there and pointed, and I crawled over and started licking and sucking. And when I deepthroated him the first time, he asked if he could try fucking my face. I guess he's been watching porno. Well, it's certainly not my favorite thing in the world to do, but hell, I promised I'd do anything, so I let him grab my head and force his cock down my throat. I gagged a little, I won't lie, and he stopped and was all worried, but I just smiled through the tears and told him I was fine. I think he didn't want to do it after that because he was still worried, although he said he'd really liked it at the end. Then he asked me if I would 69 with him, so we did that for a while. He's got some things to learn about pleasing a woman while he's getting blown, but it wasn't half bad.

Finally he told me to kneel down and get ready to take a load in my ass, a big one he said because he had been cut off by Sveta. He moved my panties out of the way and pressed into my ass like a pro, and it really felt nice to have his cock up there after so long. I didn't cum, but I got a little warm and tingly. He didn't last long, like he'd warned me, but it was a big load when it came. It made me feel like my stomach was full of cum.

He asked me if it was okay for me to clean him off, and I just beckoned him over and licked him clean. I don't mind the taste of my own ass or other people's. He seemed really aroused by that, like I was one of those porn stars on the ass-to-mouth videos. He asked if he could scoop cum out of my ass and feed it to me, and I let him do that too. By that time he was getting hard already, and I asked him if he wanted more of the back door. He said he wanted to try switching from ass to pussy. I told him that I'd let him, but he wasn't to expect it from me or anyone else. He grinned like he had known I was going to tell him something like that, then he got behind me and speared my ass and thrust a few times into my still-cummy colon.

Then he switched to my pussy and I exploded. I didn't notice him switching for a minute or so after that, but when I got my bearings he was back in my ass. He said he liked feeling me cum in both holes, he wished he had two cocks so he could feel it at the same time. I told him I wished that too, because I liked having two cocks in me. He told me he wished he could make that happen for me. Then he switched again.

By the time he came a second time in my ass I was pretty weak. He asked me where I kept my dildos and I just nodded. When he came back with my biggest one, I couldn't stop him, and I confess, I didn't really want to. He wasn't great with toys, I guess because guys aren't used to having a cock in their hands rather than where they normally are, but then I've met gals who were lousy with toys, strapons included. But when he worked that big rubber monster into my ass I screamed, and when he diddled my clit I came again, hard. He said he had to hold on to the dil to keep it from coming back out.

He fucked my pussy below and used the dildo to fuck my ass above. I came and came, didn't even notice when he pulled the dildo out and stuck his cock in my ass and came. I only realized he had to leave when he offered me both his cock and my dildo to clean off with my tongue. Then he zipped up and got his coat. I told him, a little softly, from the floor that if he felt himself getting weak, he should come back and I would make it up to him, and that I would try to talk Sveta into seeing things the right way. I guess I shouldn't be his outlet when Sveta wants him to do something, but in this case, he needs to win the argument or who knows what will happen?

My dad came home from wherever he had been all day and found me napping curled up on the floor of the rumpus room, and I guess he could tell that I'd been playing with more than a dildo. He entered me before I even was fully awake, so I woke up wrapped in his arms with his big hard dick slipping into me from behind. It was comforting, and I just sort of dozed and let Daddy take care of me until dinner time.

Another Mike Story

Because I bug him unmercifully to write, and because I told him he should tell the story I was talking about with him and the class trip and all that, otherwise I'd tell it and I'd probably get it wrong, Mike wrote me an email with the story that I just had to share. Again, I've made a few edits for various reasons, so Mike, if you're reading, I will say that I warned you I would post this and that I warned you I would edit it too.

Lexi,

So they want to hear about that class trip huh? Or you just want me to tell it to you again because you get off on it. I bet you aren't even going to post it [showed him, huh] but I'll tell it anyway because I know you're not getting enough loving since my big cock's not there to satisfy you. Honestly Lexi why don't you just come visit if you're so hot to trot. Bring that girl you've been seeing up too and I'll satisfy both of you [he means Sveta, I think, and dream on Mike].

It was that class trip to [someplace historic and educational] which was our first overnighter. I figured there would be no fun at all because we were sleeping boys with boys, girls with girls [now I could have had fun in that situation, and if Mike would just be a little more adventurous, he could too] and chaperoned and all. The first day was boring as hell [Mike's not one for history lessons] and I just spent most of my time staring at [his teacher Miss Jurgenson's] tits, remember her, she had a nice set, real young for a teacher [I remember her, although I think Mike was more taken with her than I was].

That night I had to go to the bathroom and jerk off because I was just dying without being able to rub one out. I could just picture the girls in the next room in their pajamas with their little teen bodies peeking out all over the place. I was dying, even jerking off wasn't keeping down the monster. So the next day I figured I had to find a time when I could be alone with a girl, any girl. I missed you a lot that night. Hell, now that I'm older and smarter, I think to myself that I probably would have been fine with finding a guy to be alone with at that point but you know teen boys, we're all about not being gay to prove a point or something [it's true, and no, I didn't add this part, he said it without me even asking].

There was one girl on the trip I knew was pretty much a sure thing if I could just get her alone, remember [Deb] who was really short and slutty? I'm not saying I was into her Lexi but at that point I was just interested in a few minutes of relief. I managed to work my way over to her during one of the boring lectures and asked her if she'd help me out and she said yes [help you out, Mike? What are you, three?].

We slipped out during lunch, found a quiet spot, and she got on her knees lit a good girl and helped me out, but she didn't let me cum in her mouth, she told me to cum into a napkin and left. I was a little pissed [what did he expect from that skank?] but I was too close to care so I grabbed a napkin, leaned back, and got jizz all over the place. When I opened my eyes, Miss Jurgenson was standing there watching me. She frowned and told me to clean up my mess and that she would deal with me later. I was freaked out because I thought I was in big trouble, but for the rest of the day she just would give me these weird looks and pretty much left me alone. I was stewing in my own juices, Lexi, I swear, I thought she was just being a bitch and letting me twist in the wind for a while.

By the evening when we were all back in the room, I was pretty sure I was going to die right there [my brother has always been susceptible to psychology, and punishing him actually works since he doesn't tend to get punished very often, being the youngest child and all]. When Miss Jurgenson called me into the hallway I about pissed my pants I was so scared. I guess the only thing good about it was that it totally had killed my horniness so I didn't feel the need at all which made it easier to be stuck with no way to get fucked.

She told me she knew what I had been doing and that it was totally inappropriate and she was pretty sure she knew who had been doing it with me and that she would be in trouble too if it ever happened again. She chewed me out for five minutes or so, but it seemed like she was just waiting to actually spring the punishment on me so she could let the axe hang as long as possible. I really hated her at that moment, hated her and her body for making me crazy and just hated her for being such a bitch.

Then she asked me why I had been using a napkin. Just flat out asked me and I was pretty startled. I figured she was asking to put me on the spot, and I was pissed and I didn't really care since I thought I couldn't possibly be in any more trouble so I told her that it was because the girl didn't finish. She asked me "Finish what?" and I told her she didn't finish giving me head, because I was just really sick and tired of being grilled and I wanted her to punish me and get it over with.

And then she said she didn't think that was fair to me, and if I would tell her the name of the girl, she'd get in trouble too. I wasn't about to rat Deb out, even though she did leave me hanging and probably got me in this mess in the first place, so I just didn't say anything, and Miss Jurgenson said that she understood why I wasn't talking but that she felt it was terrible for this girl to leave me like that. I still didn't say anything, and she said that she never left guys hanging and that she'd show me. Right there in the hall, she got down on her knees and showed me. I mean Lexi, for a Catholic school teacher, she was hot, right? And she could suck cock too. Had Little Mike out and hard in an instant and started sucking like she wanted it bad [being a Catholic school teacher, she probably did].

When I realized that I wasn't going to be punished [I wonder how long it took him to realize it] I got into it and she just kept sucking until I exploded. She didn't even stop when I started cumming, just sucked up all of the jizz and swallowed it and smiled up at me. Then she got up and told me to put myself back in my pants and then led me down the hall away from the group. She said she had seen me looking at her, and she knew I needed more than a little girl's mouth, and that she wanted me too, and she wouldn't take no for an answer. I wasn't giving it either. The place we were staying had some empty rooms [it wasn't a hotel, more of a community center or retreat center or something like that] and we went into one far away from everyone else.

She kissed me for the first time once we were in the room, and then pushed me down on the bed and told me to get naked [I think he's embellishing the truth a little bit, because if I were going to do this with a kid his age and I didn't know just how experienced he was, I would definitely have moved a little differently] so I did, obviously. She had this hungry look in her eyes and she let me watch her pull her blouse over her head and then undo her bra and let out those big tits she had. They looked even better without anything covering them [duh, Mike]. She wasn't in great shape, had some flab, but at that point I wasn't counting anyway because I just wanted some more. She unzipped her skirt, her thighs were all cellulite and she had a pretty flat ass, she definitely looked better with the clothes on, except those gorgeous tits. I don't know how they managed to be so great when the rest of her wasn't, but they were totally awesome, no sag, no stretchmarks, no nothing, great tits.

She asked me if I was still a virgin like she knew the answer already [again, at his age, I wouldn't assume anything] and I said no. She asked me if I was ready to go again and I was, so she slipped her panties down and climbed into the tiny little bed with me, straddled me and held my cock up so it would go in. She was wet as hell, must have been really needing it like I was. She rode me hard for a good ten minutes, seemed pretty surprised when I didn't cum right away, and when I asked her if I could be on top she said yes a little breathlessly.

You know I only really like missionary with you but I didn't think it was best to do anything which seemed too advanced since I think she was getting off on me being inexperienced, so I fucked her that way, as hard as I could. Made her cum before I got there. I was all set to shoot it inside her [wishful thinking, Mike, many gals aren't cool like that] but she gasped to pull out and I just made it, shot a big load all over her stomach and perfect huge tits.

I was disappointed that she didn't just clean herself up like you would have, and then she told me that she would have to think about my punishment. She left me to get dressed, and I couldn't help thinking that she was just as bad as Deb as far as leaving. But then I guess I didn't really need any pillow talk after that.

The next day was the last day, and I was still hard-up, but I figured I could wait until I got back home. But at lunch Miss Jurgenson took me aside and told me that she had decided that my punishment was to please her again like the last time, and she wouldn't just suck me off this time, or something like that. I wasn't really listening [of course not]. I had hoped she wanted it right then, but she was just teasing me. I had to wait the rest of the afternoon with a cock in my pants that was killing me, just looking at her and wishing. When we got back to school she took me aside again like she was going to go punish me, and we went into her classroom [it was late enough I guess so that no students were there] and fucked again. It was funny, she was telling me what to do like I'd never done it before, bending over her desk and telling me to get behind her and all that. Since I knew what to expect, once I got close, I pulled out and she finished me in her mouth and swallowed which was nice.

And then I went home to you all sweaty and ready for more, and gave it to you in the ass, remember?

Love,

Mike

Well, that's Mike's story. I wasn't there so I can't tell you how much is true, but let's face it, from anyone else I wouldn't believe a word of it, but from Mike, why would he lie? I do know he had Miss Jurgenson a few more times but after the first excitement he just wasn't into it any more. He said she wasn't very responsive and he wasn't very attracted to her and after a while the risk wasn't worth the payoff. I don't know how he broke that to her. Maybe she felt the same way. I know the rumors were that she was having an affair with one of the other teachers at roughly the same time.

Anyway, I like a good "hot for teacher" story, and I thought I'd share. Hope you enjoyed it, and maybe I'll get Mike to tell some more.